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[buckyownsmylife]

oh simple thing - bucky barnes, steve rogers smut

The one where she’s in charge

Warnings: smut, anal play, fem dom, poly!relationship, praise kink, sub!Bucky, sub!Steve, rimming/anal play (on the boys)

A/N: this is part of the A Shared Future universe.

Steve’s P.O.V.

Things changed since that night where Y/N took control and had us give her what she wanted. It wasn’t a complete 180, but it was definitely there, whenever Bucky allowed her some space to flex her cute little claws and mount me, taking her pleasure however she saw fit.

It was safe to say that Bucky was also enjoying this experience, this opportunity to learn more about himself. I loved seeing him understand what it felt for me to be under his control, and our bond was now deeper than it had already become once we invited Y/N into our relationship.

So it was only a matter of time until we took it a step further. I waited until Bucky approached the subject, as he was obviously the one who had more to overcome to be able to explore this with us.

“So… Sweetheart,” he addressed her one day, clearing his throat, and I perked up at the timidness in his voice, already having an inkling as to what he was going to ask her. “Do you remember that night that you punished me?”

Her eyebrow quirked and she nodded, attention having been raised from the book on her lap to focus on the man between us. It had barely been a month, of course she remembered. I doubted any of us would ever forget.

“Would you… Would you be interested in doing it again?” He sounded so hesitant. It was so unlike the Bucky I was used to seeing, the Bucky he had become after months of coaching him out of his trauma, it made me reach out for his hand so I could rub gentle circles to the back of it.

“You want me to punish you, James?” She asked, abandoning the book on the couch to kneel before him, a sultry look on her face that had me gulping, my cock immediately hardening. I had no doubt Buck was feeling much the same way. “Why? Have you been a bad boy?”

I saw the way he bit on his lower lip as she threw her leg over his lap to settle on it, pulling him by the back of his head to capture his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. They separated with a smack, and before I could remember I was actually there and not just an audience member of what had to be the sexiest porn ever created, she turned to me and pulled me to kiss her too, humming in delight when her tongue penetrated my mouth.

“You boys make me so happy,” she sighed once we parted, and when she opened her eyes to meet ours, there was mischief written all over them. “You want to be good for me so I’ll be good to you?”

My cock couldn’t possibly get any harder than it did at Bucky’s immediate and submissive little nod, the shy smile on his face that he didn’t allow to take over his entire expression. 

“Perfect.” I felt anticipation rising inside of me, trying to figure out her next move, but much to my surprise, she climbed down from his lap and threw herself in the space between us, sighing softly. “I have a few things planned for the very near future. You two better be ready for it.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Turns out, they weren’t all that ready for it. It’s not like they tried to pounce or me or something - they respected me too much to do something that would force me past my comfort zone when I wasn’t ready for it.

No, what happened was that Bucky and Steve became the whiniest, most anxious babies I had ever come to meet in my entire life. And the worst part about it? They didn’t even come out and say it explicitly. So I just had to deal with two weeks of huffs and crossing and uncrossing of legs, eyes clearly settled heavily on me but that would quickly divert once I turned to check on them with a raised eyebrow.

Turns out, not knowing what I was about to do and when I would do it was almost torturous to them, especially to Bucky. But I figured that much was understandable since he was so used to being the one in control.

It all made me feel even more excited and special about being the one who would help them explore this.

Finally, after what the boys probably considered to be fourteen days too late, my packages arrived and I was ready to assume the role I was eager to explore.

I waited for an afternoon where I knew they wouldn’t come home before I wanted them to be there and set everything up, feeling that instigating mixture of nerves and anticipation that had me giggling to myself.

I did my makeup with the utmost care, paying special attention to how I hydrated my skin before putting on the leather high heel boots I had bought and the long silky robe over my otherwise naked skin.

I was ready to take care of my boys now.

“Sweetheart?” It was Bucky’s voice that sought me out first, when I heard the keys dangling by the door. “You home already?” I remained silent, sat by the same chair I had occupied the night that I made Bucky realize there was a little bit of a submissive in him.

My legs were crossed so just enough skin of my thighs would show. The perfect amount to entice them.

“Darling?” This time, it was Steve’s voice, and it came from much closer. He was the first one to see me, stopping by the door, mouth hanging open at the sight that awaited him.

“What’s wrong?” I heard James speak behind him before I saw his figure approach until he could look over our boyfriend’s shoulder. “Holy fuck.” I wanted to grin at the success of my plan, but I forced the smile to become more of a smirk.

“Come in,” I ordered, enjoying how they rushed to fulfill my demand until they were standing by the foot of the bed. Bucky reached for his shirt almost instinctively, and it took Steve’s slap on his hand to get him to realize that I hadn’t allowed that yet.

“It’s okay,” I granted wanting to see their beautiful bodies completely exposed. “I want you two to undress each other.” They both smirked, turning to stare at one another, hands reaching out for their clothing until Steve looked at me.

“Can I kiss him, miss?” Fuck. I liked that. 

“Yes, good boy.” I nodded, knowing how Steve enjoyed being praised. “Kiss him deep, that way I know you can do.” Steve’s eyes were heavy-lidded when his hands came up to cradle Bucky’s face, pulling the other man to meet his lips. The kiss was messy, all tongues and teeth and by the time they parted to breathe, the rest of their clothes laid by their feet, on the floor.

“What now… miss?” Bucky was the one to ask, rushing to correct himself when he realized he could have potentially sounded impertinent. It was hard to stifle a giggle at his nervous behavior. I wasn’t used to see him act that way.

“Now I want you to keep your eyes on me.” I made sure they were doing as I told when my hands wrapped around the straps of the robe and I pulled it undone, leaving it on the floor before I approached my boyfriends. The reverence in their eyes were all of the ego boost I needed to keep going, seeing them look at me like that, almost as if they had forgotten how to speak.

“Get on you hands and knees on the bed.” Bucky frowned but Steve did as I said without any hesitation, softly pulling the other supersoldier to follow. They assumed the position I wanted, side by side, and I could see James was trembling in an effort to hold back from looking over his shoulder, figuring out what I was going to do.

There was a lot I wanted to do, so much I wanted to explore. But before I could do that, I needed to be sure of something. So I climbed up on the bed in front of them, holding each of their jaws.

“Do you boys trust me?” This time, there was no hesitation from any of them.

“Yes,” Steve nodded.

“Blindly,” Bucky confirmed it, and for that, they both got a quick peck on the lips, just enough to leave them wanting more. Then I resumed my position behind them, taking in the sight of their asses and licking my lips at it. 

Now, the fun part began. Grabbing the lube I’d strategically positioned close to me earlier, I made sure to pour a significant amount on both of them before I started to tease them, one hand on each boy, massaging their ass.

“Is this what the two of you wanted? Me to take care of your needs?” Steve easily moaned a ‘yes’, but Bucky held back, hands fisting the sheets before him when my hand slipped down to circle his puckered hole.

“You have to be a good boy, remember? Otherwise, you’ll only get to watch while I fuck your boyfriend.” A sharp inhale let me know I was in the right direction, and he struggled to control his hips when I let my finger slip in past the first knuckle.

“Yes, miss.” Grinning, I leaned down to kiss his cheek while I buried a finger in Steve’s ass too. I knew this was hard for him, so I was prepared to reward every little victory along the way.

“Good boy.” He whined loudly when I managed to fit another one in each of them, keeping my movements the same and watching for the difference in their reactions. While Steve was open about his pleasure, moans and whimpers spilling freely from his delicious lips, Bucky struggled to reel in his sounds, body trembling as his muscles tensed up under my ministrations.

“You know you can give into the pleasure, don’t you, James?” I licked my lips when I noticed how intensely he was listening to me, trying to grasp onto every little bit of my authority while not letting it affect him too deeply.

It wasn’t working.

“Look at Steve,” I commanded, and when he didn’t, I thrusted my fingers inside of him more harshly. “Look at him.” I waited until his head turned to the side, his face pressed into the pillow so he could meet our boyfriend’s beautiful blue eyes. They looked blissfully out of it, and it made me wetter than anything else to know I was able to affect them like this.

“Don’t you want to feel that way?” I asked, licking my lips at the sight of Bucky reaching for Steve’s hand to press a kiss against the back of it. They kept them tightly joined on the mattress and it got to me in a way I never though a loving gesture ever could.

“Don’t you want to let go and let me take care of you?” At long last, I saw him nod. It was a small nod, almost hesitant, and he kept his eyes on Steve the entire time, as if drawing courage from the other supersoldier to go through with this, but when I felt his body melt against the bed, releasing all of its tension, I knew he had succumbed to the pleasure I could give him.

“Oh, fuck, James…” I praised, looking from him to Steve and back to him again. “You take my finger so well. And you, honey…” I turned to Steve, who looked over his shoulder at me with a smile on his face. “You’re so perfect for me. My perfect boys. You make me so happy.”

I felt them coming even before Bucky’s broken cry resonated through the room, his free hand curled into a fist that he used to hit the mattress, trying to control his reactions but still losing the fight as he thrusted back against my fingers and gave into bliss.

Biting my lip to contain my grin, I slowed my thrusts until I could slip my fingers from them, and then climbed on the bed to gather the two much larger men in my arms as best as I could. 

“I love you both so much,” I whispered, pressing kisses to their foreheads while my fingers danced over the soft skin of their backs. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do this.”

I waited until their breathing got deeper again, denouncing their recovery, to tease, “I didn’t think you’d be able to hold back. I’m so proud of you.” Steve chuckled, face pressed to my other thigh, while Bucky slowly blinked back into his usual demeanor.

“It was harder to relax than I thought it would be…” He admitted, drawing random patterns on the inside of my thigh. “But you did a fantastic job, doll. The prettiest dom there ever was.”

I giggled at his words, shaking my head at how he kept flirting with me even now that he had me. “I just did what I love when you do to me…” I admitted, playing with Steve’s strands while I looked deep into Bucky’s eyes. “Now, let’s clean you boys up… and the bed!” I cringed, realizing the mess we’d made.

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[proserpina-magnus]

Switch reader calling Sirius “puppy” for the first time and him just melting and letting you do whatever you want to him, yes please

This is a bit short, but if anyone wants a part 2 I would be happy to write it!! Also, thank you so much for the request, mwah!

Puppy (S.B)

Prompt: Calling Sirius puppy and giving him a hand job in the common room. 

Reader: GN

Word count: public sex, slight s & d undetones, hand jobs under a blanket, sirius is lowkey at your mercy, teasing, sorta orgasm denial, comment to add more.

Word count: 1.0k

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You sunk into the deep warmth of the gryffindor couch, Sirius by your side with a deep mischievous grin. He kept a hand on your knee, rubbing along the underside of your thigh as his hands smoothed back and forth- you couldn’t lie, the small touch that was very common between you both was driving you a bit crazy, causing you to exhale and take a look towards the blooming fire. 

A blanket wrapped around both your waists, it’s thick so barely anyone noticed the deep loving strokes Sirius held along your thigh. It was second nature to him, he sits by you- hand goes on thigh, simple. You didn’t mind the action, but Sirius had been whispering dirty things against the low of your ear since dawn. You didn’t know what riled him up, but there’s barely a reason other than just him being Sirius. 

“-Oh she was so mad! I swore it guys! When that ravenclaw came up and pushed lily away to get to me.. lily was fucking jealous!” James had declared loudly, cutting you from your thoughts. He was loud and proud, something that consumed the soul of Sirius’s best friend- you couldn’t be around James without a daily yell or shout of enjoyment. Due to James' excitement, Sirius repeated just like a dog would- he got excited too. 

“No way!” He says, almost mockingly but very intrigued with James- the other two boys not so much. “.. or maybe she was mad cause the girl pushed her out of the way?” Peter chimed in, Remus nodding- he was the only one out of the five that knew Lily the best. 

“Shut up peter! She was very jealous!” Sirius retorted and James nodded along. Ah- friendly banter. Peter opened his mouth instantly and shot a “go fuck yourself,” in which Sirius replied with a “you first!” 

The excitement between the boys was annoying the other gryffindors, they all shuffled either back up to their dorms or out the portrait. Of course James nor Sirius noticed this, intrigued more about the jealous Lily Evans. 

“Settle down.” You whisper against Sirius’s neck, making it seem like you were snuggling closer in the other boy's perspective. The last thing you wanted was a riled up Sirius, it took him merely a second to start and hours to stop. “make me,” he bit back, kissing your cheek before listening back to James' story. 

“What?” You taunt, kissing below his ear as your hand slid between the waistband of his trousers- his attitude of the day wouldn’t go unpunished.. if you could call jacking him a punishment, Sirius would no doubt enjoy having your hands down his pants. “You gonna bite me?” 

Sirius inhaled, his legs closed on impact of your hand against his softened cock. In usual times he would slide them right open, but you knew it would take a lot more than a few touches to ease his stubbornness. 

“I’m gonna’ fucking ravish you,”he bit back with a whisper, you chuckled along his neck- his friends long lost and didn’t seem to even notice. “Settle down pup,” you whisper and place a kiss under his ear, Sirius perked up at the nickname and his legs fell open. You smirk and continue your kisses, Sirius exhales in defeat.

 “M’sorry, m’a good puppy,” he mumbled low, growing silent as his cock almost instantly hardens. You can’t help but admire it, a little word had got him so embarrassed. 

“I know you are,” you reply, at which James points out your ‘gross’ position and you have to pull back as everyone chuckles. Sirius retorts with his usual grin, masking up how his cock twitches as you slip past his boxers. 

“What can I say, they can’t keep their hands off me!” He smirks, and of course you only reply with a roll of your eyes as you grasp his thick length. 

“Yeah that’s for ‘sure” you mutter low against your breath, Sirius sinking in the couch as he widens his stance. His hand overlaps yours, pushing it further into his boxers to get you to play- what you assumed he wanted- was his balls. You roll your eyes once more and give in, cupping them and applying a firm pressure that has him clutching onto the sofa arm rest for support. 

“You like that puppy?” You mumble, massaging him with force- which has him visibly shaking. He nods, taking a breath as you grip his leaky cock again. You rub it at a slow pace, your thumb against his veins because you like the way he shivers from it. 

Sirius settled down, his energy now focused on his cock being played with. But you encourage him to act normal, making him talk to his clueless friends with shaky lungs. He stutters, James confused but understands nonetheless cause he’s just glad someone’s on his side of the story. 

His calm demeanour earns him rewards- which Sirius picks up on, much like how a dog learns he can get treats when he performs a trick. You speed up, wishing you get down on your knees since you figure you’re better with your mouth, but human decency keeps you from it. 

His chest falls and rises, he clutches with a death grip to the sofa as he holds down his throat. The excitement of doing this in front of his friends makes the thrill go a lot quicker, his cock hot and messy against your palm- you’re almost afraid his friends hear the small slaps of skin. Your hand slips from his trousers, Sirius snapping his head towards you in desperation. He almost chants out a “no!” But holds it in his throat. 

“Good puppy’s wait, y’know that,” you tut, hand sleeping out of the blanket as you listen to whatever banter is going on between Remus and James. “M’was a good puppy,” he sulked and you offer him a gentle smile, 

“Well continue being one ‘n I’ll take you up to my dorm later,” you promise, Sirius has big eyes as he nods- excited at the new task. 

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[embrassemoi]

How Easy You Are to Need ☽ R.L

It’s only when James and Lily made a move to chat with Remus was when she fumbled around with his zipper, pulling down agonizingly slow as she unbuttoned the top. Her head shifted, just enough to have his face in view but still be able to talk with Sirius without causing suspicion.

OR... frustrated with Remus’ lack of attention, Y/N decides to take matters into her own hands.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x F!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Shameless smut, dom/sub, sub!reader, mean!Remus, edging, degradation, praise, overstim, unprotected smut, names like dumb, puppy, slut, rough smut, aftercare! A few tears, participants are 18+, hair pulling.

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Remus was being distant.

Although, he hadn’t been doing it purposely. After all, they’d been busy with studying for their upcoming NEWTs and Remus had a plethora of other priorities like his study group, planning out his future and of course, being a Marauder; pranking the school, wreaking havoc in the last few months they still had left before graduating.

But it’s been over a month now and the only physical contact they had were quick pecks and hand squeezes. They didn’t even have time to hold each other or be alone without the other Marauders or Remus hauling himself in that damned library everyday. He was stressed, beyond stressed but she’d been too; leaving her bereft like this was only adding to that stress.

He’d been neglectful. Beyond neglectful. And she wanted attention. Was that so much to ask from her own boyfriend?

And now, sitting in the back of the library with the rest of the Marauders and Lily, textbooks and parchment strewn on the desk in front of them, it didn’t help that Remus looked heavenly in the dim, golden light. It warmed his skin, giving him a youthful dewy glow in the heated May weather. It highlighted his soft messy curls that cascaded slightly over his eyes before having to push them back. It looked like a halo. His most prominent features were highlighted from the shadows and eyes flashing a molten gold, completely obscuring any green in his eyes.

It was hard not to want — no, need Remus. That was extremely easy. But how could it not be when he looked like that?

She wanted his attention and an idea popped in her head.

Luckily, she knew exactly how to get it. Although risky, the reward was greater.

As Remus spoke with Lily, sharing notes as James peered over her shoulder to copy, Remus’ hand settled on her knee, thumb grazing back and forth mindlessly and the action had her melting in his touch. Y/N revelled in it, so touch starved it was pathetic.

She moved her action into plan.

It started with light touches on his arm before travelling down, disappearing underneath his shirt. Remus looked down to her, smiling tiredly yet brightly, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. The action caused false disgust to emanate around the table and therefore, losing Remus’ attention. Again.

“You guys are disgusting. Get a room!” James whined, sticking his tongue as his face screwed into a tight grimace.

“Sod off,” her boyfriend rolled his eyes. “We did not go through six years of you whining about Evans for you to say that.”

Lily blushes while James throws his hands up, two palms facing him defensively. “Got me there.”

Remus’ hand pulled away from her leg, going to grab a book and flicked through the pages, leaving her greedy, craving more.

One hand moved under the table, slipping to his inner thigh. Remus didn’t seem to even notice, eyes reading sections of his book so fast his eyes were blurred. That was until her fingers travelled to ghost across his clothed bulge when Remus’ head finally perked up, eyes hardening. He stays impeccably still, his breathing hitching as he goes back to read his book, but his hand travelled down, grabbing her wrist in a warning.

A delicious pink tint flushes his face and then he pulls away.

“Sirius,” she drawled, continuing to palm Remus. Her eyes hopped up to him, to make sure he was okay with her ministrations as he eyed her wry. Nonetheless, he gives a small, curt nod, curiosity burning behind his eyes and goes back to reading his book but she doesn’t miss the way his adam’s apple bobs and breathing becomes shallow. “I don’t understand this part in Transfigs. Could you explain?”

Sirius is happy to oblige, as he takes her textbook, highlighting sections. “You see, it’s actually not that hard, it’s about memorizing these parts…” As he rambled, Lily, James and Peter were all talking amongst themselves, Y/N went to move her hand, rubbing the ever-growing outline of Remus’ cock before trailing down his thighs and up his happy trail to build up anticipation. She side-eyed him as he clenched his jaw and leg started to bounce up and down.

It’s only when James and Lily made a move to chat with Remus was when she fumbled around with his zipper, pulling down agonizingly slow as she unbuttoned the top. Her head shifted, just enough to have his face in view but still be able to talk with Sirius without causing suspicion.

Tracing feather-light touches through his underwear, Remus’ side cheek hollowed, chewing the inside of his mouth but it passed as if he was considering whatever Lily was saying.

She purposely avoided his dick, making Remus both relaxed and irritated. It gives him a chance to breathe but the dull ache throbbing has him looking for relief. He hadn’t realized just how long it’s been until then.

He leans in quickly, voice dropping so low that she could barely pick up on what he said. “You better stop while you’re ahead. You’re being greedy.”

She ignored him, still chatting away with Sirius. But this sets her off. She finally grasps his cock, already leaking in pools of pre-cum and runs light touches to the sides before finally jerking him.

Remus’ grip on his book is a lot harder now, so much so that the cover is bending so much that it’s cracking the spin. His breath hitches.

“Ugh — you good?” Peter askes.

Her movements on his cock are tauntingly slow. The veins in his cock are prominent — aching and he's consumed by relentless need. She jerks him steadily, making sure her shoulder isn’t moving to avoid suspicion.

With a particular sharp tug and her thumb pressing his sensitive slit, Remus has to close his eyes, forcing an answer out through clenched teeth. “Grand.”

Remus decides that holding his book is no use and instead scribbles down sections from his book onto parchment to keep himself occupied. Because nothing screams sexy than the goblin war of the eighteenth century or charming frogs to walk on water…

He’s gripping his quill so tight that it’s about to snap — and it does when the palm of her hand cups around the tip and massages him. Everyone’s head shoots to Remus. She smiles — his usual unbreakable facade was cracking.

“Moons? You okay?”

“You do look a bit… hot… red.”

Remus does his best to clear his throat and a hand going to squeeze so tight on her thigh that she knows will leave his fingerprints indented for days. “Sorry… it’s the first day of the moon cycle.”

The words are quiet, muffled because his teeth were sinking into his bottom lip. Y/N smirks, faking a wide-eyed, innocent, worried girlfriend act. “Darling, come again?”

The double meaning causes Remus to cough out. He repeats, this time louder but blood boils. “Sorry, it’s the first day of the moon cycle.” His voice is so steady that had she not been jerking him off, she would’ve believed him.

Everyone nods their heads before Remus leans in again. He makes it look like he’s just going to find some sort of comfort but his words send shivers down her spine. “Get up.” He knocks her hand out of the way to tuck his dick back into his pants and zips up. His jaw tightened, so much so a vein strains against his neck.

He turns back to the group, “I’m sorry but I’m not feeling well.” Remus hastily shoves his belongings into his bag as the group gives encouraging words to him. He has to use his books to cover his straining cock.

Y/N tries to suppress a smirk. “I should get going too then.”

They all bid their goodbyes and as they disappear from sight and out into the corridors, Remus grabs her wrist tight as he remains quiet, walking up to his dorm and it sends shivers down her spine in anticipation. If anything, she’s just happy to finally get his undivided attention. It’s been so long.

“You’re lucky that we were with them.” He finally says as they enter his dorm. He stands tall and intimidating. His bag drops to the ground with a thud as he strides up to her, fingers moving across her face gently before gripping the sides of her face harshly, forcing her to stare up at him. “You’re such an attention whore. Don’t I already give you enough?”

She wants to say no because he hasn’t and even Remus knows this — her touch only just then reminding him that he’s been so neglectful and it sends a panged shiver down his spine. But, she just wants him, wants more of him —so she lies.

“Yes, of course!” But her hesitation was clear to Remus, but he doesn’t comment on it.

He eventually lets go of her face, the sensation lingering from his grip leaves her deliciously fuzzy and warm.

Remus walks over to the armchair and she follows behind him. He settles himself down, elbow propping up against the arm and fingers tapping the side of his cheek. His voice is low and intimate, “What should I do with you?” But before she could even speak, his fingers in turn hither her over. “Get down.”

Rolls of intimidation came off of him and on her hands and knees, she felt vulnerable. The look in his eyes was feral.

Without him having to instruct her, Y/N tugged down his pants, just enough so his cock could spring out as she makes a quick move and presses a few experimental licks to the tip which has him groaning above. Her mouth quickly wraps around the head, taking Remus as far as she could, making sure the pressure was tight.

“You’re a dumb little whore, aren’t you?” He was bemused.

Remus’ hand went to tug on her hair, pulling her off as a beaded trail of saliva followed. “Answer me.”

It was pathetic, honestly, as a whimper almost slipped from her lips. “I'm a dumb whore.”

Satisfied with her answer, he let go and her mouth returned to his cock. He groaned out as her lips sucked harder, tongue swirling around the tip as his head leaned against the back of the chair, lost in pleasure. Her hands worked the exposed skin.

He trusted gently, just enough to brush the head of his cock against the roof of her mouth. “You can take it,” his hand went to wipe the forming tears in her eyes. Even now, when he’s angry and she’s been misbehaving badly, he’s always so kind and gentle. “Ah — good girl.”

He was tangled into her hair, using it for leverage as she moved to settle more comfortably between his legs as his dick slipped further down her throat. But he must’ve decided to be a little rougher as his hands lock into her hair, taking her head and fucking her mouth harshly.

With one last moan, Remus’ cum flooded down as she grappled with his balls. She swallowed, sucking him as he came down from his high and gently peeled off of him.

He ran the pad of his finger across the cushion of her lip, wiping away her spit and brought her to a hard kiss, picking her up and placing her to straddle his thigh.

He yanked her close, as Remus tilted her head and began biting and sucking down on her neck. His teeth grazed the sides as his hands flew to her hips, beginning to rock her back, grinding down harshly on him. For support, her hands flew to his messy hair.

Her laboured breaths echo around the room and it feels like music to him. He leaned in murmuring delicately as he nibbled gently on her lobe. “Such a shame that you couldn’t be good. Could've waited and gotten what you wanted. But you had to be such a brat, acting like a slut around our friends.”

Remus’ hand pushed down the straps of her dress, her soft breast popping out with ease and nipples hardened from brushing against his body. Using his free hand, Remus ran a finger up and down her spine as he returned to her hips.

Y/N’s high-pitched moans filled the room as the relentless pressure on her clit rubbed against his clothed thigh. He brought a hand down, smacking her arse as the pleasure sent another jolt of pleasure before he went to massage it; repeating the action several times.

At this point, she’s absolutely dripping, the familiar bubbling sensation heating in her stomach.

Remus slipped two fingers into her panting mouth which in return she sucked down, continuing to slide her hips back and forth, spreading her wetness around. Remus moved to angle her forward a bit more, her clit rubbing even harder down, even going as far as bouncing his leg just slightly to meet each grind.

Y/N’s head tilts back yet again, whimpers falling from her lips as she spews his name out again and again. Remus removes his fingers, going to suck back down on her neck and she can even feel him smirk against her burning skin. His rough calluses go to toy with her nipples, rubbing them gently, teasing her, which pushes her dangerously close.

“Gonna — gonna cum,” she moans. This earns her a sharp pinch at her nipples.

“Not how we ask.”

Remus pushes her back just so her chest is more accessible while moving his leg so that she sits higher up. His lips press sloppy kisses to her chest, moving to wrap his tongue around her nipples.

“Please!” she whines. “Please can I cum?”

He paused, eyes closing at this and she already knew his answer. “Bad girls don’t get to cum yet.” Remus immediately freezes as a frustrated whine leaves her lips.

Okay, so maybe Remus wasn’t going to let her cum for a while, maybe he’ll be that mean and not let her cum at all, but she has what she was craving: his attention.

Remus pulls her off his leg, picking her up as he strode to his bed in a few and threw her on. Y/N observes the large damp patch on his legs as her skin burns with embarrassment. Remus moves to crawl on top of her, knee going to place in between her legs to avoid them from closing. A hand runs down, grazing her skin as it trailed from her lips, collarbone, breast, stomach before resting on her hip.

She can feel his erection pressing against her.

He takes her legs, dragging her down to the edge of his bed. Remus sits back on his knees, slotting himself in between her. “What a fucking mess.”

Using his middle finger, he traced idly up her slit before rubbing tender circular and vertical motions on her clit. Remus moved painstakingly slow as his head leaned in, eyes never leaving her face as he gave a few experimental licks. The action had her body jolting, already writhing in his touch.

His tongue slid up and down, sucking around her clit as he slipped his fingers inside, her pussy sucking them in before pumping them in and out. Y/N’s head tossed on either side of the bed as her hands flew to his hair. The sharp tug and Remus sucking down harder, knocking moans from them both.

She can feel the impending orgasm approach her again. Maybe she just shouldn’t tell Remus, but had she cum without his permission after what she did today… Even Y/N didn’t want to think about what he would do.

But it seems like he already sensed it — how could he not when her legs began to tremble and tighten around his grasp as she tried to grind on his face. He pulled away quickly. Frustrated tears begin to build up but doesn’t shed a tear.

“Poor baby,” Remus coos with false sympathy. He’s wearing a wicked grin as he thumbs through her folds but avoiding her clit to give her a second to breathe. “Y’think you’ve fooled me into thinking I’ve forgotten what you did today?”

The pressure from his ministrations have her eyes rolling back. “No, no! I’m sorry, I just wanted you!”

He goes to grip her jaw again, “You dumb, dumb puppy. You just had to push it.”

And so he waits for a moment, letting her come down from her high and starts at square one again. He slithers his way back down, grabbing her legs and tongue dives to lap at her clitoris but then he pulls away before the final crash washes over.

Remus had been going at it for thirty minutes or so and now. He’s now fully undressed and tears are freely falling as her head thrashes back and forth, a sheen of sweat across her body as she mumbles incoherently.

Remus is dangerously close to cumming in his pants just by listening to her as his fingernails dig in deep into her thighs. He’s feeling a little nicer now so he lets up a notch. “Beg.”

“Please!” A few desperate tears fall. The desperation has Remus grinning wolfishly.

He pretends to think hard but he smiles as he listens to her babble away. His fingers still pump in as he instinctively goes to lick his lips. Y/N watches as his chin glistens with her wetness and he fucking moans at the taste.

But he’s quite enjoying her pleas so he doesn’t stop her. He completely moves his hand away, propping them on the bed. “I need more than that.”

Her begging is so needy that it even catches Remus off guard.

“Please, please, please — Remus! Please let me cum. I’ve been good — I-I’ve learned my place, I promise! Please, I need you! I promise I’ll be good — I’ll be perfect!”

The answer satisfies him. He returns, leaning down and the familiar bubbling feeling settled in the pit of her stomach that trickled into her core and finally exploded. It sent shockwaves throughout her body as her moans echoed around the room.

But Remus didn’t stop. Even then, he moved to continue licking long strides up her as his thumb moved to toy with her clit. Her legs trembled around his head but quickly moved a hand and pressed down on her pelvic bone and thigh to minimize her squirming.

“Remus!” She chokes on a strangled moan. The pain is so pleasurable that she doesn’t get him to stop. Her hands release his hair and latch onto his forearm. She’s squeezing so hard that surely they’ll leave bruises in their wake. “I’m too sensitive! Please, Remus”

“Please, Remus!” He mocks her. He moves so that he’s leaning over her, his ragged breath fanning across her face.

She can hardly think straight and he has to hold her down to keep her from buckling. She can feel another orgasm build its way up fast. “I don’t like you,” Y/N pants, delirious. “You’re being so mean.”

“You don’t like me?” He mused. He broke his domineering demeanour to chuckle. “Well, you’re going to hate me soon.”

And then another wave hits her but Remus moves at the last second. And it’s fucking disappointing. Her ears pounded with a ringing sensation and the relief she was expecting still wasn’t there. He even moved to pin her arms above her head to prevent her from touching herself.

And Remus, he fucking laughs at her. Y/N thinks that he’s leaning in to give her an apology kiss but instead whispers into her ear, “Do you hate me yet?”

Before having the chance to register what he’s doing, Remus flips her around so that she’s pressed down on the bed before he has to grip onto her, holding her so that she’s upright on her knees.

Not feeling particularly patient, Remus takes his cock and pressed it against her hole and sheathes himself in one thrust. Remus has to still himself, letting the pleasure wash over him as he sucks down harshly on her shoulder blade to compose himself.

The pace he sets is brutal, unrelenting and she mewls from beneath him. The sharp slap to her arse has her moaning.

“You take me so well,” he manages to grunt out. The bed frame is slamming against the wall before he threads a hand through her hair, yanking back harshly which has her crying out as his thrust somehow becomes harder. Her head was forcibly tiled up as he pressed soft kisses to her neck.

She can feel the grin on his lips, “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans, attempting to steady herself. “You feel so so so good.”

“Dumb puppy, always getting what she wants in the end, don’t you?” He pants. Every sharp thrust makes her breast bounce as his grip on her waist tightens. She can feel his cock throbbing with every movement.

Remus flips her around so that her front is now facing him as he looms over her. He pushes in once again, angling his cock so that it would brush against her clit and the new position has her screaming.

He drinks in her cries by placing sloppy kisses on her lips and Y/N eagerly tries to respond but is too overwhelmed.

“Who do you belong to?” His hand wraps around her throat, however, it’s nothing more than just a squeeze.

“You, Remus! You!”

But that’s a lie, she has him hooked. He belonged to her and he’ll relish in it for as long as she lets him.

“You’re so pretty,” his words do numbers on her. From the harsh way he’s treating her compared to his words so kind and soft, it sends her soaking in a faraway fuzz.

“Doing so well. You’re such a good whore, just for me.” He coos into her ear despite the crude choice of words.

His hips slam into her with a strong, steady speed and the expression that crept its way onto his face has her in a trance. Remus looks beautiful. His eyes were closed as he lost himself to her; his hair was stuck to his face from the sweat. His moan and grunts are quiet. He just looks so pretty, so domineering.

Remus’ eyes fly back open and they’re lidded, pupils dilated so that barely any hazel is visible. “Ask me again,” he pleads, sounding so desperate that it sends jolts to her core. “Ask me to make you cum again.”

She nods her head meekly. “Please make me c-cum.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs. Alright, pretty girl — so beautiful.”

His long fingers reach down between her legs and rub fast circles onto her clit which has her back arching and mind go completely black and white.

Y/N shakes from the force of her orgasm as Remus goes to hold her, kissing her as he listens to her beautiful moans and fingers raking down his back. He lets out a series of quiet groans as her hands wrap around his neck and he finally reaches his high, cum spurting out and pussy milking every drop as he continues to thrust into her, fucking his cum back inside.

He doesn’t pull out for a while and when he does, they both whimper at the loss of touch meanwhile Remus flops over. They both take some time to themselves to just breathe and Y/N can feel his cum trickle out of her. Although, he wordlessly hands her a glass of water from his bedside.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly after some time.

She nods her head, eyes closing. “Mmhm. That was great.” Then she quickly adds, “You?”

Remus remains quiet and for a moment, she thought that maybe he fell asleep. But his sudden rigid body tells her otherwise.

“I’m sorry…” He trails off and the sudden switch in emotions had Y/N worried. Her attention now fully on him.

“For what? You did nothing wrong.”

“I haven’t been... attentive. I don’t even remember the last time I’ve made an effort to… be alone with you or touch you. I don’t have the right to… say those things, call you bad when in reality I… I…”

“Look at me,” Y/N said sternly, taking her hands and wrapping them around his face so he’d be sure to look her in the eyes. “What we just did, I was fine with. And do not, ever, ever, sleep with me if it feels like an obligation or you’re not in the mood. That’s not how it works and I’ll never be mad at you for not wanting to. You’re allowed to be stressed, to do other things, just next time, don’t leave me high and dry for a month.”

He places a firm kiss on her forehead. He sighs before turning to face her. His hand gently thumbs across her face in such a gentle, loving manner and she nuzzles into his touch out of habit. “Thank you. And I won’t, not again.”

She beams up at him, kissing the scar on the bridge of his nose that she’s come to love.“Why don’t we take a bath?”

Remus smiles, stands, then lops an arm around her to carry her as his wrist flicks, turning on the record player in the corner of his dorm softly playing in the background. He places Y/N on the edge of the tub, going to run the bath.

They both eventually get in. The warm water soothes their bones and he slides behind her, pulling her close by wrapping an arm around her waist. Y/N trails absentmindedly on one of the larger scars across his arm and presses soft kisses to it.

“You’re perfect, m’love.” He mutters into her ear. He caresses her body and in turn, she tilts her head up to him as they share a soft kiss. “You too Remus. Love you more than you could ever know.”

He smiles widely, heart swarmed with so much love and Remus’ adorable blushy cheeks are back.

She turns around and has him massage her shoulders. They both feel fuzzy, still coming down from the high and it’s a bit difficult for her to focus on her surroundings. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

A deep chuckle reverberates off of him and she can feel it. “Nope. Loved it — didn’t expect it. Just next time, maybe not while Prongs and Lily are eye fucking and Pete’s having a meltdown.”

Laughs bounce off the walls of the small bathroom. “Of course.”

Y/N shifts to wash his hair, massaging his scalp that has Remus’ eyes fluttering back as a contentful sigh escapes him.

There was still another hour before the Marauders were supposed to come after studying. Remus threw her one of his large white shirts before they both asked a House elf to bring them some snacks as they ate together in Remus’ dorm. They shared some chocolate, some laughs and basked in each other’s warmth.

By the time the Marauders came back, Remus had his curtains drawn shut simultaneously as the record player switched to play mellow classical music. They embrace each other, her head tucked away under Remus’s chin as they wrap their arms around each other. Both falling asleep feeling loved and safe.

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I dont know if i want remus to be my daddy or me his the struggle-🥵

Poly!marauders and i died a litte y r they so hot

Warning: 18+

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Remus smeared his smiling lips across your flushed cheekbones, enjoying the way you bashfully tried to close your legs to protect your modesty.

„Aw baby“ Remus pouts and gently pries your thighs open again, „C‘mon don‘t you wanna show them how good Daddy trained you?“

You glance between the two males who were stationed between your now open legs, staring at you with so much need it made shiver in anticipation.

„Yeah love, don‘t be like that“ James rasped, throat constricted with the need to get his hands on you.

You opened your legs further, uncovering your breasts and tucked your head beneath Remus‘ chin to seek comfort. The dom kissed your crown comfortingly, nearly purring with delight at your compliance.

„Good baby“ He rumbled, your back vibrating with the deep baritone of his voice, „List the rules for James and Sirius.“

„Daddy decides when we get to cum and how. You need to obey him, elsewise he will throw you out.“

Remus nodded approvingly and stroked your breasts with his big palms, your hardened nipples catching between his thumb and index finger.

„You heard her boys“ Remus drawled, „If you step out of line, you will get punished accordingly.“

Sirius tried to mask the excitement of receiving a punishment from his best friend with a curt nod, but you saw the twinkle in his gray eyes. And so did Remus.

„Sirius“ Remus warned and carefully eyed his friend, „Behave.“

James grew antsy watching Remus play with your tits, your breathing irregular as you bucked against his hands. Remus leaned over your shoulder to lick a broad stripe over your breasts, sucking on your nipples carefully.

„Remus“ James let out, softly rubbing his cheek against your bare inner thighs like a little kitten. You felt his hot breath on your soaked cunt and clenched at the faint feeling, making James let out breathy moans.

Sirius mimicked James‘ actions and leaned on your other thigh, their eyes fixated on your clenching cunt. You trembled in Remus‘ arms, letting out silent gasps whenever his teeth would drag across your nipples and bite down gently.

„Boys“ Remus’ voice was thick with desire, „Make my baby cum, hm?“

Sirius was already peppering your flesh with hot open-mouthed kisses, leaving little bruises in his wake. He sucked on your skin right next to your clit making you shoot him pleading looks as he glanced up from beneath his dark lashes.

„Wanna lick her cunt“ Sirius‘ voice was barely above a whisper, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit from the side.

„No!“ James whined, his middle finger rubbing up and down your slit to spread your wetness, „I wanna go first!“

Sirius glared at the boy on the ground next to him and literally bit his finger to chase him away. Remus wasn‘t pleased.

„If you act like bratty little boys none of you will get to have my baby“ Remus sneered, hand tugging away Sirius‘ face from between your legs, „No biting, Pads.“

„But Remus“ James moaned in yearning, „Look at her needy pussy, she needs my fingers inside it. Look at how she clenched at the mere suggestion!“

True to his words you were growing restless with Remus still teasing your tits and Sirius‘ pitiful expression, filled with so much despair that you wanted to sit on his pretty face and never let him leave again.

„Daddy“ You said meekly, nuzzling his soft throat as you pleaded with him, „Please, let them touch me.“

Remus caught your lips with his in a filthy, hot kiss and pushed his hands under your knees to pull your legs wide open. Groaning into your mouth when you sucked on his tongue he reluctantly pulled away, slightly regretting not being alone with you right now.

„James“ Remus called and James immediately perked up, „you get to make her cum.“

James surged up to press a grateful kiss to his friend’s cheek and gave you a shy smile, settling back down on his knees to wait for further instructions. Sirius huffed angrily and crossed his arms, glaring at the smug boy beside him.

„Sirius“ Remus turned his attention to his other friend, „I want you to make James and yourself cum. Can you do that for me, love?“

Sirius quickly nodded, a bashful smile on his face at the pet name.

„Yes, Remus.“

Remus cooed at his friend‘s submissive behavior, softly tapping his red cheek with his palm. „Go ahead, love.“

Sirius moved to kneel behind James, his fingers working open the zipper of his pants and took him out of his confines. James let out soft sounds, before leaning in and pressing a tentative kiss on your swollen clit. You shuddered and let your head fall back against Remus‘ strong shoulder, baring your throat to his playful nips.

James slowly trailed his tongue down your slit and slipped inside of your cunt, locking his lips around your clit to suck on it. You gasped at the sparks of electricity spreading all over your shivering body and let out a loud whimper when James replaced his tongue with two fingers.

„Oh you like that, don‘t you“ Remus grinned and bit your jaw gently, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, „You like all the attention? The way I let my friends make you cum?“

James moaned as well when Sirius‘ thumb brushed over his flushed tip to collect his precum, fucking into his friend’s tight fist.

„Fuck Sirius“ James groaned and let out another surprised, but pleased moan.

„Oh fuck! Is that your cock? Fuck so hot ah please don‘t stop!“

Sirius‘ head fell against James‘ shoulder from behind as he rutted his own cock against James‘ bare back, timing his thrusts with James‘ against his fist.

„Make her cum“ Sirius growled out, „Or I won‘t let you, James.“

Remus didn‘t really care if Sirius dominated James, knowing that he had the last say in the matter anyway. Besides it was hot to watch his two beautiful mates pleasure each other so intimately and openly, giving their all to not only please his precious girl but him as well. Obedience was what Remus got off on and fucking hell was he being provided by it.

Writhing on Remus‘ lap, moaning was the only thing you could do. James‘ fingers brushed so delicately over your g-spot with every curl, his hot breath and vibrations against your throbbing clit made you cry out in ecstasy.

„Daddy!“ You shouted, your hands intertwining with his, „Please, I‘m close. Please let me cum!“

Remus rewarded you with a simple nod and moved his thick fingers on your clit now, applying pressure just the way he knew would get you off.

„Cum, baby. Boys, you hold it.“

Sirius and James let out pathetic cries and whipped their teary eyes up towards their friend.

„Remus please!“ James begged, interrupted by Sirius‘ painful whimpers.

„Remus!“ Sirius cried out, biting James‘ shoulder to keep himself together.

You wanted to cum with them so badly, you wanted to watch their faces as your orgasm washed over you.

„Daddy please let them cum!“ You begged as well, staring up at your dom with equally glassy eyes.

Remus took a moment to act as if he was thinking before he gave you a teasing smile.

„How much do you want to cum boys?“

James was sobbing by now, face screwed up in utter bliss, much like Sirius who could only be described as a mess.

„We‘ll do anything!“ Sirius slurred in his haze, blinking up at Remus through bleary eyes.

Pleased with Sirius, he turned to James and raised his brow, acting utterly unaffected by his begging.

„James?“ He asked expectantly.

„Please!“ James all but wailed, his screams mixing with yours as you held off your own release.

„Cum!“ Remus barked out and watched as all of his beautiful subs fell silent at the same time, mouths opening in silent screams. Fuck the sight was so lewd and filthy, making Remus tremble as he felt your body tighten in his arms and heard your breathy cries seconds later.

„Daddy!“ You chanted over and over again, your voice sometimes drowned out by the boy‘s deep cries of „Remus!“

James groaned uncomfortably after awhile and let out a giggle.

„Sirius, mate when was the last time you jerked off, ‘cause with the amount of cum on my back-“

The other boy bit down hard on James‘ shoulder, laughing when James yelped in pain.

„Want me to wipe your cum on your face? ‘Cause I will.“

„Hush“ Remus chuckled and put away the cloth he cleaned you up with. „Go shower. Then come back here and let me cuddle you.“

The two boys quickly raced to the bathroom, simply sharing the shower like they‘ve done countless of times before and plopped down on top of you in record time.

Remus didn‘t feel the need to get off, simply enjoying your pleasures as if they were his own. He was tired anyway, sore from the last moon and was content with holding your three close to his chest.

Thank Merlin for making him the tallest.

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deacon st. john x reader

part two of two

previous

"You're going to ask Iron Mike to give you the damn directions over the summit?" you eyed Deek curiously, a brow raised "This the same Iron Mike that specifically told you to fuck off and that he'd kill you if you ever showed your face at Lost Lake again?" Deacon sighed, rolling his eyes "I knew you'd say that exact sentence but baby, listen to me" Deacon stood in front of you, taking both your hands in larger ones.

Deacon looked at you with hope in his eyes "This is the best shot for us, getting away from all this will do us both some good" you hesitated, not yet wanting to agree with him having to go confront Mike himself to help you both over the pass.

"Fine.." you sighed, Deacon smiled softly, placing a kiss on your forehead "Just stay here, I'll be ba-" Deacon halted in his tracks as your hand wrapped around his wrist "I'll ask, probably have a better shot than you" you said, pulling Deacon back against his bike.

,Deacon sighed as he waited for you to come out from lodge, hopefully with Mike in tow, his eyes perked up at the sound of your laughter, he chuckled breathlessly as you walked out of the lodge with Mike right behind you, in a cheerful mood than earlier.

The mood was tense yet again as Mike approached Deacon, you almost felt the need to chew on your fingernails "This sweetheart has somehow convinced me to drive you both over the pass" Mike gestured to you, you smiled softly "If it gets you out of here, I'm all for it, don't get me wrong" his face was void of anything positive. "There's a way over the summit and unfortunately you are the only one who knows" Deacon grumbled, Mike nodded "Get ready then because when we leave, you ain't coming back" Mike's gaze hardened into Deacon's equally steely stare.

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The drive up the pass was cold, the winds nipped at your exposed hands and cheeks, you and Deacon rode on your own bikes - not having the heart to leave it behind with Boozer "You okay?" Deacon's voice called through the walkie talkie, you flexed your hands on the handles "I- it's fucking cold.." Your voice shook as you replied "We're almost there, okay? It's only cold on the summit" you nodded, steeling your nerves.

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Hope filled you as you finally made it to the top, Deacon came to a stop, you rose a brow, still shivering from the winds that randomly whipped through you "What's up?" You asked, seeing his head turned towards what was on the other side - your eyes widened. Scorched lands stretched as far as you could see, there was no tree in sight or patch of green grass "What the fuck..?" You muttered under your breath, Deacon continued on, making the way down seemed a whole lot easier than driving up.

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You came through a small gorge, you could hear screams and shouts ahead, a cabin came into view, along with two Militia looking men and - a huge fucking infected grizzly bear, Deacon grunted as he slammed on his brakes, you coming to a slow stop "Stay here, don't come out until that thing is dead" he stated, not bothering to look back at you, your gaze hardened "You sure you can do this alone?" You asked wearily, eyes darting between him and the crazed bear, Deacon let out a heavy exhale "I got this".

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Just as Deacon said he would, the bear fell and the two Militia men climbed down from the roof of the cabin, you were leaning on your bike, elbows resting on the gas tank and your chin in your hands as you watched the whole ordeal, you listened as the two men thanked Deacon endlessly, watching their interactions with him carefully "(Y/n)!" He shouted, the two men looked confused for a second until you drove into view.

"(Y/n), this is Russell and Mullins" he gestured to the two men, you nodded at them "Corporal Russell was about to take us to their camp" he looked back at the man named Russell who merely nodded "Of course, c'mon" he said, mounting his own bike "Mullins, you stay here! Guard the pass" Mullins protested but did so anyway.

On the way to Russell and Mullins' camp, Russell tells you about life in the camp - a military camp, explaining how things are done, who's in charge, what they do there.

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He lead you and Deacon to a gate, towering defense walls on either side "Talk to Captain Kouri, he'll get you both set up, he should be over in the corner there" Russell gestured to the far left of the camp, he left you after that, you and Deacon dismounted your bikes, leaving them beside each other. "Are you sure about this?" You asked, Deacon looked at you "New beginning, remember?" He smiled softly at you, eyes darting around you both before he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead "Love you, sweetheart" he muttered lowly, you sighed softly and followed after him.

"Captain Kouri..?" Deacon asked the man sitting on a bench, the man's brows rose and he stood "At your service" Kouri shook Deacon's hand, a shining glint flashed in your vision, you looked down to see a very familiar ring on Kouri's hand, the same ring that Deacon gave Sarah on their last night together, Deacon noticed it too. Deacon tensed, the action unnoticed by Kouri, he pursed his lips and swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, you subtly jabbed Deacon's side, he shook his head, sighing softly. "Deacon, Deacon St. John, and this, this is (Y/n) (L/n)" Deacon gestured to you. You nodded as Kouri shook your own hand, he eyed you down, seeming to size you up before turning back to Deacon "You're the man that saved two of our own?" Kouri asked, Deacon nodded "Well, your help was very much appreciated".

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Captain Kouri showed you around the Diamond Lake outpost, introducing the two of you to the vendors they had, the medbay, the sleeping quarters, cafeteria, you stared at the group of soldiers, training - well, moreso getting orders and insults barked at them by their leader, it seemed a little on the dreary side but if it's what kept them up and running, it works. "I was in the 10th Mountain" you could hear Deacon and Captain Kouri still talking behind you "And her?" You heard the Captain ask "She's a biologist, started out as a nurse" Kouri hummed "A person with military experience and another who could potentially save the world and help save lives while she's at it? We might as well have struck gold".

"We have two scientists already, both working on the same thing, but only one actual doctor, we might have to divide her time equally, we'll see what the commander has to say at the recruitment ceremony" you and Deacon shared a confused look.

-

You, Deacon and some hipster named Wade Taylor were chosen to work in the main camp, the other woman who was with you three was put in the work camp, she had a loud mouth anyway. You were weirdly given the rank of Lieutenant for your bachelor's degree in biology, you had a feeling it was mostly just so Colonel Garret could keep you under a more guarded watch and order, Deacon was given the rank of Corporal for his military expertise.

-

Garret gave you and Deacon a tour of Wizard Island, even taking you through what they called the Ark which was a large cave system in the mountain "Lieutenant" Garret stated, your spine went rigid "Yes, sir" you replied "Considering you'll be one of our scientists, I think it's important that you meet your colleagues". You brought your hand to your forehead in a salute "Of course, sir" you said, mentally cringing at the way you were acting - your military experience was slim, the only experience you've had was your father, didn't really teach you much though, besides discipline when you needed it most "You too, Corporal" Garret eyed Deacon beside you "Yes, sir".

Garret brought you to two tents that were directly beside each other, he stood at the door to the one on the right, he pushed it open "Lieutenant Weaver" Garret barked, a man stood to attention, saluting the Colonel "Sir" Garret stood rigidly, beside the table in the middle of the tent. "This is you and the Witch's newest addition, Lieutenant (L/n), and this is Corporal St. John" you saluted again, Deacon doing the same, your gaze was on the man's dingy lab coat "James Weaver, Lieutenant Weaver" he introduced himself to you. "Deacon St. John" Deacon stated, his posture set in stone "(Y/n) (L/n), Lieutenant (L/n)" he chucked as you repeated his words back to him, your tone world's lighter than Deacon's "Are you taking them to meet the Witch?" Your brow arched slightly "Yes, follow me" Garret stalked out of the tent, walking to the door of the left one.

"This is the tent of the Wizard Island Witch" you were confused at the name "She's a botanist and research scientist" your eyebrows furrowed briefly "I can see where the Witch title comes from" the Colonel's lips twitched upwards, he pushed the door open. Your ears filled with the sound of a woman scolding a grunt for not knowing how to read, you couldn't see her from where you stood outside, your eyes glanced to Deacon's, his stare already on you, you could feel his hand softly brushing against the back of yours, you wanted to hold his hand but Colonel Garret made it clear that romantic relationships were not tolerated.

When the grunt moved out of the way, the Witch had her back turned, you could see blonde hair tied into a tight, neat bun underneath a green cap, she had a black tank top on and camo green cargo pants tucked into black boots, something about the way she carried herself seemed so goddamn familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on why that seemed, your eyes couldn't pull away from the back of her head.

"Lieutenant" Garret called, you blinked, pulling yourself out of your trance, and glancing at Deacon, who seemed to be in the same problem as you, you tapped his hand with your pinky, his gaze darted down to you, his pinky softly wrapping around yours "Yes, sir" she finally replied, attention still mostly on whatever she was doing beforehand "I have some people here who I want you to meet" you could see that she was visibly annoyed, but she sighed and turned around anyway, and your world seemed to come crashing to an abrupt halt.

Your eyes widened and your palms started to sweat, your whole spine went rigid as you took in the sight of Sarah - who was very much alive after all, your mouth was dry and your slightly agape, you could feel the shock in Deacon too, just from holding his pinky with yours "Lieutenant Whittaker, meet Lieutenant (L/n) and Corporal St. John" Garret held his arm out to you, you unconsciously stepped forward, your hand slipping away from Deacon's, her blue gaze locked on yours as you blocked her view of Deacon.

You could tell by the look on her face that she recognized you too, the look of shock not unnoticed, she shook her head slightly "Yes, the new scientist" she spoke, her voice wavering as she held out her hand, your body seemed to be on autopilot as you shook it "Yeah, I uh- I was a biology major before this" the words left your dry lips without thinking, she nodded "We- we definitely can use that brain of yours" she smiled, nervously.

You stepped aside, her stare immediately darted back to Deacon "Corporal" Garret snapped Deacon out of his stupor, he took a few steps forward, his eyes nervously looking at you as he questioned everything, you couldn't comfort him - not now at least, but now you questioned if you could ever after this.

"Corporal Deacon St. John" he said simply, you could see that Sarah was still stunned but trying desperately to calm down, Garret could feel how tense it was as he cleared his throat "Corporal St. John" Deacon hesitantly saluted. "You will be catering to our scientists, whatever they need, you go out and get" your eyes lowered to the ground, you could barely feel yourself, everything felt suppressed, you could feel tears welling in your eyes, you cleared your throat "Colonel, sir" you said quickly, all eyes were on you. "May I step outside? It's just- spaces with this many people, have me on edge" the Colonel seemed to dwell on your request "Yes, don't go too far though" you nodded and practically bolted out of the tent, the cool air did nothing to quell the attack coming on, your feet carried you to the small garden that was outside Sarah's tent, you dropped to the ground at the back of it.

Your fists clenched tightly, your knuckles turning white, your whole body shook in tremors, your breathing was coming out shakily, you closed your eyes as tears slowly fell down your face. You sighed shakily as your head hit the small wall that fenced in the soil, your gaze on the clear, dull sky, you could barely feel anything "(Y/n)?" You barely heard Deacon calling out for you, or his presence beside you now. "(Y/n), baby look at me" his voice was calm, his hands gently grasping your chin, bringing your gaze back down to him, his heart clenched, painfully as he took in your pained expression - you were heartbroken, plain and simple, but why?.

He held your face in his hands, his expression mirroring yours as realization set in on what was wrong, I mean what couldn't be wrong right now, not exactly wrong but still, tears still fell down your beautiful face and he wished he could erase all your doubts. "Hey, baby" his voice still held the same soft tone, your hands gently grasped at his wrists "I-..I'm scared" you spoke, your voice was so small and fragile, Deacon's heart could've shattered right there but he held strong "Scared of what, honey?" He asked, softly wiping your tears away.

"Losing you.." Deacon sighed softly, tears threatening to fall "Who said anything about losing me?" You swallowed down the pained lump in your throat "You have Sarah back again..I don't see why you would need me" your voice held steady this time, Deacon shook his head. "(Y/n), I made a promise to you back at Lost Lake, do you remember that?" Your eyes slowly closed as you recalled the day in the grove, where Deacon confessed to you "I promised you that I was yours always from that moment on, and you know that I don't break promises" you opened your eyes, his gaze catching yours. "Sweetheart, I'm yours, not even Sarah can take that away from you" his hands grasped yours, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on the back of your hands and over your knuckles "I'm sorry.." You said, your voice barely above a whisper, he sighed breathlessly "It's okay, baby" his whispered, laying two firm kisses to the back of your hand.

"They took all my rings but this will have to do for now" your brows furrowed, clearly confused at what he was doing, you watched as he pulled a string of red thread out of his pocket, he sat down in front of you, nimble fingers going to work on the thread, you wondered what he was doing. He was tying the string around on itself, creating a small braid, he chuckled softly, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling your hand to him "A temporary fix until the real thing" he muttered, tying the braided thread around your ring finger, your heart seemed to skip several beats at what you realized was happening.

"(Y/n), you are the light of my life, you have kept me going when all seemed..when all seemed hopeless, you were there for me through everything after Farewell" you eyed the fabric band that was tied around your finger "Honey, you are my reason for everything.." You could feel more tears welling in your eyes "Will you..will you marry me?" The question left Deacon's lips under his breath, but you heard him perfectly.

"If it means being yours for the rest of our days, how could I say no?" Deacon smiled widely at that, pulling you up to him, his arms wrapping around you in a firm embrace, he sighed breathlessly into the crook of your neck. You could feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin, his hold tightened around you for a second "Hearing you finally say that, its just-..it just-" Deacon stuttered, you smiled softly "I love you, Deacon St. John".

#days gone #days gone x reader #deacon st john #deacon st john x reader #deacon x reader

[darthwheezely]

for your 100 celebration (congrats btw❤❤) 🌅 as harry potter characters?? and could i ask for a 🍑 with first time with fred maybe 😳😳🥺 thank you!!! love youuuu so much and you deserve this so so much :')))

Jess, you own my ovaries, dude, of course

@slytherinsunrise as captain daddy Freddie bombastic Weasley (owo love you mami)

@gcdric as George “I sleepkick” Weasley

@vogueweasley as Ginny Weasley

@theweasleyslut as Ron Weasley

@loony-loopy-lupinn as UWU JAMES POTTER BC WE HAVE THE SAME ENERGIES

@pansydaisy as Lily Potter

@lumosandnoxwriting as Harry Potter

@oh-for-merlins-sake as Fleur Delacour because mI GENTEEEEEEEEEEEEE ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

YOU AS HARMONICA GRANGER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

First time with Freddie - I may definitely have gone overboard and done a one shot whoops that’s whatcha get Im a whore for this oops again

Fred had spent the last indefinite minutes with his body pressing yours against the door. When he touched you, he held you like you were a porcelain doll, afraid to break you if he pulled you too hard or hurt you too soon. His lips pressed slow and plush open kisses down your neck and inching towards the strenuous texture of your collarbone, drawing goosebumps and soft breaths from you wherever his head dipped. He moaned against you, as you threaded your fingers through his fiery hair and yanking quickly. He pulled his head back up and kissed you briefly.

“Y/N, angel, are you sure? We don’t have to you know that right, you know I could kiss you to oblivion-“

“I know I just...” you slid one of your hands to one of his belt loops and pulled him, his torso almost falling onto you as he braced himself with his arm by your head. You bit your lip and teased his earlobe

“...I need you now, Freddie my love.” And that did it, he pushed his mouth onto you, you opening it just enough to let his tongue slide inside and he pulled back just inches enough to say “jump.” You did so, and wrapped your legs onto his waist as he carried you to the bed.

He looked up at you for consent and started to pull down your stockings and removing your shoes, kissing up your legs and sucking on your inner thighs. You moaned, pulling his hair and feeling a reactive groan against your skin. “Patience, darling...I want to take my time with you.” He continues to nibble at your skin as he gets to your core, sliding your panties to the side and slipping his index finger into your heat. You arch your back and he smiles at you thinking god, she is gorgeous how did I get to be with this goddess of a woman before me- and soon he’s slipping another finger inside you causing you to moan lewdly , the wet sounds and your throaty moans filling the room.

“Is this okay, Y/N, babygirl?”

“Yes, Freddie it’s so...you’re so good” he perks up kissing your clothed clit causing a small whimper as he looks at you for confirmation. “Freddie please just take them off?”

“Take what off, angel” he stroked your folds.

“Everything, fuck, take it all off.” He laughed softly at that, crawling on top of your body and pulling you up to him by your tie, bunching it in his fist, but cradling your head with his left hand. “Tell me if I’m getting to rough with you love, hmm?” You gulped and nodded, and Fred tried to kiss everything that moved. He pulled away leaving you with a small whine as he began to unbutton your shirt and kissing every section of skin where your breasts heaved and moved under his touch. You arched your back into his iron hands and he started to bite feverishly, like it were his last time alive. His hand pressed to your back nimbly unclapsed your bra and he whispered a harsh “godric, you are fucking glorious” and immediately began to bite and pull at the top of your breasts, taking a hard nipple into his mouth while he flicked and ghosted over the other one.

Your body heaved under his embrace and while you released high pitched whines of his name, you started to buck up onto him too. He moaned against your skin and got rougher with your breasts for another moment before trailing down to your core. He pulled off your skirt and, while looking at you, pulled the waistband of your panties with his mouth, discarding them across the room. He pulled your legs closer to him, kneading at the bottoms of your thighs.

“Fuck, you are...so” he pressed a kiss to one thigh. “So” to your other thigh, looked into your eyes, and began to suck on your clit “beautiful.” “Freddie, please” you writhed and moaned, his mouth attached to you murmuring sweet nothings against you, the vibrations only slicking your heat further. He finally slid his tongue in and wrapped around you, causing a tight tug to his head, eliciting a deep harsh moan from him that got sent straight up your core. You moaned his name again and begged. “What does my angel want? Use your words, Y/N”

“Freddie, please” you whined again, and he nodded, smiling he sent a finger back in you and began to thrust at a fast pace. “Love, you are so perfect wrapped around me. Come for me, Y/N, be as loud as you want, angel.” And you came undone around him, your body sent into heavenly release as you unraveled the way you needed to. You whined as he slid his finger away, but bit back a moan as he sucked it clean.

“Are you sure you want to keep going? We can stop. I promise, love I just want to make sure you’re happy.” He but his lip looking at you softly, taking in your angelic body laying on his bed ready to take his cock. You sat up on the bed, and once again pulled him towards you - but you grabbed something else instead and only barely did you ghost him that his hips started to combust.

“Y/N, love-“

“Freddie, I need you inside me right now.” You slid your hand to his clothed bulge and rested your chin on top of his v line. “Pleeeaaase?” He smiled softly shakinf his head. He held your hair and grabbed the hand that had began to pal him softly and kissed each knuckle and your palm. “You make the rules, gorgeous.” He chuckled as he placed a kiss to the top of your head. “Lean back for me, my love, okay? Relax and let me do all the work. You deserve a perfect time and I...I want to know you’re happy and okay.” You had fully leaned back as he talked to you and you mouthed at him “I love you” prompting him to speed up the removal of his clothes, his hardened cock hitting his stomach and drawing your attention there. Sensing your nervousness, he pounced on you giving you playful kisses all over your face and making you laugh, but as soon as he saw your breasts bouncing prettily in front of him he pressed a serious and deep kiss to you as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Ready, angel?” he clasped one of your hands in his and tilted your head upwards with his chin, giving you a soft kiss. He waited until you nodded and then slid deliciously into you. You hissed at the feeling of being filled, and Fred stilled and gave you gentle kisses to your shoulders and neck, praising you and your body until you felt ready for him to move. You had felt him start to throb inside you to which you said “Freddie, please”

He pulled halfway out, and then sheathed himself back in, your body arching into him again, his hand finding your lower back to brace his angle. His rhythm was slow, and deep, but passionate at one time. He was obsessed with the way your body was rhythmically pressing up into him as he dipped further and further into you, the only sounds filling the room being your soft moans and his hoarse groans into your skin.

“Is this feeling good, gorgeous?”

“God, you’re so good Freddie, you fill me up so well” he moaned and grabbed one leg to hitch onto his hips, causing you to jerk up in pleasure as he started to course faster into you. “Like that, angel? You want more?” “Please, Freddie, give it to me good” that was all it took for him to hike your other leg up prompting a loud whine from you, skin slapping faster as he was finding ways to bring you another high, the mattress feeling a hundred feet deep as his body was delectably pushing itself into yours, sinking himself ever further in you. He felt you clench around him and threw his head back briefly in pleasure.

“Come for me, my love”

“Freddie-“

“Yes, baby, I’m right here, I’m ready for you” and with that your body sent a shockwave of heat seemingly everywhere as you again came unraveled around him, and Fred felt himself losing control as well, his thrusts and bottoming out becoming sloppy and less dutiful.

“Freddie, come inside me”

“Love, are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m so sure just please Freddie I’m gonna come again please, baby” and the feeling of your hands in his hair yanking forward and the way your legs tensed around him and the ay you begged him, had him instantly release into you, hips slowly rolling to help him ride out his high. Kissing you deeply he pulled out of you, but he rolled onto his side still holding you, he pulled one of your legs on top of his and held you close.

“Was i- was that-“ before he could say anything else, you kissed him slowly and lovingly, feeling him sigh into your mouth.

“It was, yes.” He smiled softly. “Y/N, I love you. Like this, not like thsi I just...I love you.” He cupped your cheek and rubbed it with his thumb.

“And Freddie, my love, I love you.”

#PLEASW I DIDNT MEAN TO #FUCK #UWU

[howlingday]

(Hey. I saw that you do some small writing request posts so I thought I could drop one in for you. The idea is RWBY, btw.)

Alice in Wonderland AU: James is the mad hatter and Weiss is Alice. In the past as a child, Weiss fell through wonderland and James would be her guide through the land. He was the first person that she met that was nice to him and they have a cute father/daughter relationship. Fast forward to present day, Weiss is an eight teen year old girl that is escaping from her toxic home after her father attempted to put her into an arranged marriage. She fell into wonderland as she escaped and now, she has no idea where she’s at but some similarities arise as she wanders. She bumps into James again and well . . . . It was an awkward (and somewhat angsty, seeing that the trauma is still fresh in her mind) but needed reunion for Weiss and James. (He’s been waiting for her return.)

Hm, an interesting prompt to be sure. Alright, I'll give a go!

She had to run away, to escape. She refused to continue to be a pawn for her father's political games, free to be sacrificed for a supposed greater opportunity. She didn't care if her feet carried her to Mantle or Menagerie, she only wanted to be free from this madness.

Her father's words echoed in her mind, try as she might to shake them away. 'It's for the good of the family,' she'd hear. 'Do as you're told,' it'd echo. She only just became eighteen! She wasn't ready to marry, let alone to someone almost twice her age!

Her mother was disconnected entirely, already so deep in her drinking, the event must have been a blur to be forgotten in her mind. Her sister, begrudgingly the smarter between herself and her, was nowhere to be found, clearly too indulged in her military duties to attend the special occasion. Her brother, by contrast, was both present and fully aware of the situation, albeit not without a sickening sense of glee emanating from him.

As she passed a Mantle bus station, she swore she heard someone call to her, but she ignored it. Who, or whatever was trying to get her attention wasn't aware of the crisis in her life. She shut her eyes and pushed on.

When she opened them again, she found herself in an all too familiar place. The sky was a strange blend of green and purple, the grass was a light hue of red that fluttered with the wind, and the trees in the distance waved, like hands greeting with an excited hello. Weiss had returned to Wonderland.

"Welcome back, Weiss." She whirled around quickly as an even more familiar voice greeted her. There, towering over her with a soft smile on an otherwise hardened face, wearing a tattered, green-blue military uniform and an especially frayed dress cap, was her closest friend, Mad Jeneral Games. "It's been too long."

Weiss threw herself into him, sobbing. Taken aback, he simply hugged her back. He patted her back.

"Yes." He hummed. "Far, far too long."

"Preposterous!" Sputtered Portly Peter the Buther, as he slathered more butter over his already drowning dinner roll. "They expect me to stand by while this happens! Madness, I tell you!"

"Madness?" Bartholomew the Tinkerer quirked his head at the word, twisting his butter knife in an attempt to make a fork. "Yes, perhaps it is madness. Or dementia. Or insanity. Or madness!"

"You already said that." Droned Glitzy the Good Witch, a bored expression on her face, as the men at the table discussed nonsense. She then perked as she saw not one, but two familiar faces approaching her. "Oh, dear! Is that Weiss?"

The others swiveled their heads, and confirmed seeing the petite girl in white approaching their dinner table. With a soft smile, she waved to her old friends. In return, they cheered, with Peter putting an extra helping on his roll.

"Hello, everyone," Weiss greeted with a curtsey, something she despised doing for her father's guests. But these weren't her father's guests. These were her oldest companions. Her dearest friends. Her true family. "It's so wonderful to see you all again!"

"Why haven't they surrendered?" Growled a menacing voice.

"Does it even matter?" Groaned a lazy voice.

"Of course it matters," piped up a smaller voice, "all of Wonderland is so close to being ours!"

"Mine." Snarled the first voice.

"Y-Yes, of course, father."

Opening the window curtains, the court of the King of Diamonds shined brighter than anything else in Wonderland. Those not used to it's shine were to bow their heads to not blind themselves. Though this was purely for medical reasons, the King always delighted in seeing visitors bow before him.

The King wore a shining blue robe, accented with white crystals. Atop his head, he wore a crown for for the king; large, bejeweled, and pointed. Beneath his nose was a massive moustache, covering his lips entirely, save for the ends of his perpetual frown.

To his left sat his Queen, her beautiful radiance only dimmed by the red on her face that matched the red in her glass. Contrasting her husband, her robe was white and accented with blue crystals. Her hair done up in a bun (a few strands free and frayed outward), her head carried the smaller, softer crown. With her drunken glares, she dirtied the idea of regality, as much as the red stains over her robe.

To the King's left sat his son, Prince Whitely. A boy of only 14 years, though still a savvy businessman, the young Prince inspired even those much greater his seniors with his intellect. His economic plans of expansion brought even greater wealth to his family, and even more pride unto himself. Though that pride and praise ultimately fell to his father, as he was the one of taught him the art of the deal. He wore a blue coat over his torso, a pale comparison compared to his father's.

The King glared through the window, observing his domain. His mining camps miles away from his castle, he hid his smile in his moustache as the black smoke billowed from machines that tore into Wonderland. He chuckled at the progress being made daily.

But parts of Wonderland were still wild, unclaimed, free. His smile faded back to a frown. He turned away, stepping down the steps of his throne.

"Whitely," the King gruffed, "which business elsewhere continues to compete our profits?"

"Uh, let me see..." Whitely pulled out his business ledger, "um..."

"Tick tock, Whitely." Whitely nearly dropped his notebook at his father's words. His mother's clicking tongue did little to ease his fears.

"Cheshire's Creams, father!" Whitely finally answered.

"Your majesty!" The King whirled in anger, his white business suit nearly blinding the boy as his robe briefly flew open.

"Y-Yes, your majesty!" The Prince prostrated himself before his father, his King.

With a huff, the King resumed his exit. "Come now," he growled, "there's business to be done."

#rwby #weiss schnee #james ironwood #Weiss' Wonderland AU #rwby au #peter port #bartholomew oobleck #glynda goodwitch #jacques schnee #willow schnee #whitely schnee

[fumingspice]

Like Never Before (ii)

Part: One

I would literally rather only drink ocean spray cranberry juice for the rest of my life than have kids so if this reads like i was dying while writing it then that’s why xo

taglist: @sarahp-stan @jumpoffabridge-t @sarahpaulsonsoftie @definitelynot-a-writer @bottom4delia @delias-bitch-craft @creepingwolfberry @thesapphictimelady @goodeday2u @that-fucking-error @saucy-sapphic @sarahp-stan​

i wish you all the love in the world, but most of all i wish it from myself.

You watched Billie as she glided across the room. Christ, even with her sweatpants and messy hair she was still an absolute vision.

“Honey, for the love of God, can you please let me do something?” You asked, chuckling at how she darted from stirring the eggs to packing an overnight bag to trying to build an Ikea cradle.

“Instruction manuals are for wimps,” were her exact words five hours ago when she took the parts out. “It will be up in a jiffy.”

It was not up in a jiffy.

Billie plated the eggs and moved back to the box load of wooden bits and pieces, sorting through and assembling the bed with her toolkit. You almost admired the image of her handiness, even though you knew fully well that the look of concentration and furrowed brows were masking the fact that she had locked herself into a commitment to build the cot without looking at directions. She was going to drive herself insane if she didn’t get it right. Billie wasn’t necessarily bad at putting things together; you had often let her help you put furniture together before your pregnancy took over most of your day. On the other hand, that certainly didn’t mean she was in any way, shape, or form good at building furniture. You knew that the cradle would look more like a misshapen table.

She was still adorable.

“No, baby. I’m not risking giving you any stress. Christ, one wrong move and it will be a literal baby shower,” she replied, scooting over to kiss your cheek. “Let me do this for you, hm? Then I’ll run us a nice bath before we go to the hospital.”

You grinned at Billie’s nurturing side. “Fine,” you said, caressing her cheek in your hand. “Just make sure you build that right, if our baby falls through the floor on the first night home then I’m not going to be very pleased with you Ms. Howard.”

Your girlfriend frowned. “Do you really want to mess with me while I’m holding a screwdriver?”

Now, that made you chuckle.

“You had to spend fifteen minutes trying to figure out if you were holding it right.”

Billie rolled her eyes at you and stood up. “You know what? I think he’ll enjoy it more if he’s able to sleep with his moms,” she said, pulling you into her chest. You could sense her exhaustion no matter how well she played it off.

You tilted your head to look up at her. Her brown eyes, although excited and lively were worn down a little bit, and a faded purple colour lay beneath. “Baby?” You spoke after a little while, causing her to jolt slightly.

“Hm? Are you okay?”

“How about that bath?” You suggested, Billie smiled warmly and ruffled your hair before pulling you up and walking you to the bathroom.

Thankfully, your bedroom was only down the hall given that you’d finally moved into her house. The door was also a lot wider. Very convenient in this situation.

Billie dipped her hand into the water to mix the bubbles in, gathering some up in her hand and dropping the foam on your head. “You look like the cotton candy man from Scooby Doo,” she giggled, giving you a matching beard. You laughed together as she helped you undress, her hands gliding softly down your skin in admiration. “My God, you’re exquisite.”

She took your arm and helped you into the bath, smiling as you gasped at the warmth. It was almost perfect.

You tugged her arm, trying to signal what you wanted without actually speaking. The warmth of the water and the scent of the bubble bath had given a relaxing aroma. In short, you were too lazy too speak.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” she cooed, her fingers twirling in the water. You raised an eyebrow. “You want me to join you?”

You nodded enthusiastically, watching as she stripped off and eased herself into the water behind you. “Jesus, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck,” she muttered. Warm baths were never really her thing. Billie always preferred showers. Both alone and accompanied, but recently she had started opting for baths, enjoying the feeling of you laying back against her stomach. The feeling of protecting you in some way gave her somewhat the same satisfaction as an orgasm.

Billie let out a sigh as the water flowed gently around you both, her hands laying on you waist and stomach and her head rested on your shoulder. She was silent. That was one of the best indicators to tell you she was tired.

Your body jerked, reacting to Braxton Hicks. Billie snapped alert immediately.

"Relax, Billie. I'd tell you if something was wrong," you cooed, your hand reaching her cheek and caressing it softly.

"I don't want to miss anything," she mumbled in response. The blonde kissed your shoulder and neck, each touch sending fiery affection through you. You rolled your head back, letting her kiss further to your cheek and ending it with a deep kiss.

Her lips tasted sweet.

"Baby, you know we can't do anything," you whispered, turning to try and get a better angle at Billie's mouth.

She grinned into you. "We both know you're telling yourself that, Y/N," she replied. Her lips were graceful on you.

Hilarious.

Billie got out of the bath and toweled off, turning to help you out when she ready. There was something about Billie-Dean in this attire. No make-up, her hair slicked back from the water, the way her collar bones gilded her shoulders. You bit your lip as she guided you to bed when you were dressed.

She was out like a light as soon as she was relaxed, her hand never leaving yours. Even if she was too tired to snuggle right into you, there was never a nighy where she wouldn't make some form of contact before falling asleep.

Of course, as you lay awake, something in you was stirring you. Not allowing you to sleep.

Probably the human growing in you, but who knows.

Hours passed as you watched the light from the moon travel from the wall to the floor and disappear.

It happened so quickly that you snapped into an upright position, cursing as you flew.

Billie snapped up you, sensing your hand leave hers. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked, laying her hand on your shoulder.

"Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit," you panicked. Your breathing short and quick. "Billie, I think my water's broken."

Billie's brown eyes widened. "Oh, Mary Mother of Jesus on a tandem bike," she swore, grabbing her car keys from the bedside table and shoving her feet into her shoes.

She tripped on the rug and staggered over to your side of the bed with a towel, pressing it against your leg. “Okay. Okay, how are we feeling, sweetheart?” She asked, breathless with apprehension.

You shrugged. The shock of the moment had rendered your ability to process thoughts absolutely useless. Your contractions were barely noticeable. More like short pulse-cramps than anything noticeable. Billie’s fingers laced through yours as you explained.

“I’ll phone Dr. McCool and ask what to do,” Billie said, pushing your hair behind your ear and giving your forehead a quick kiss.

She left to get the phone, hearing her apologising for the late call. 

  Billie sat still, ushering soothing words and not complaining despite how hard you were gripping her hand.

Hours felt like days at this stage. The pain was a nightmare. Words couldn’t describe the relief that you felt whenever the midwife told you to stop pushing. You choked a cry in relief and fell into Billie.

“Easy, sweetheart. You did it,” she whispered, holding you tight against her and kissing your head. Her voice was breaking as she spoke. For a moment, everything disappeared as you just melted right into her. A sudden and loud cry broke you from your trance as you snapped back to reality.

Your head perked up as you saw a nurse holding your baby, small and crying.

“Oh, my God,” you said to no one in particular. Tears were falling down your cheeks freely as you tried to process what was actually happening.

Just when you thought things couldn’t get anymore overwhelming, James walked into the room. Billie tensed up immediately, following his gaze to the baby. You could tell that if she weren’t so overcome with joy she would have harden up at his look of happiness.

“Y/N,” he said, walking over and squeezing your hand. “Y/F/N called. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner; I was at a bachelors’ party.”

You felt Billie tense slightly around you. She was sensitive about the fact that James was the baby’s father. There was no issue of jealousy. There was certainly no lack of trust. James had even made it clear that he would respect Billie’s boundaries when it came down to visiting. It was the simple fact that it wasn’t her that boiled her over sometimes.

You smiled at him as the nurse passed the baby to you. “Congratulations!” She spoke. “It’s a healthy baby boy!” Billie’s bets were right. You frowned internally at the idea of not guessing right.

Then you remembered that the only thing she had “won” was getting eaten out for twenty minutes straight.

It was a win-win situation.

Billie gasped as the baby lay against your chest. You turned around to look at her, brown eyes framed with tears locked in awe. “Babygirl, look what you did,” she cooed, kissing your temple. You nuzzled against her, seeking a kiss on the lips. It was a new feeling, the one where you know you’ve hit a long-time achievement. Billie was yours. You were hers. There was even an unexpected bonus.

Another doctor came in. “Hello!” She chirped. She moved in to shake James’ hand. “I presume you are the father?”

James smiled, about to agree. He caught Billie’s pursed lips and avoiding glance. “Somewhat,” he replied. Billie looked right at him for the first time since he’d arrived. “Although, I think that’s more Billie’s station.” He motioned at your girlfriend, whose breathe hitched and chuckled in an exhale of relief.

“Thank you,” you mouthed at him, feeling Billie relax at his words. The  doctor gestured for Billie to come over. Something about signing some document. She held you carefully so as not to disturb you. James took the chair beside your bed.

“He’s almost as good looking as me,” he joked, nudging your elbow. You shook your head at him and chuckled. “He does have your massive head though.”

You glared at him in shock, completely forgetting his sense of humour in the moment. “I swear on my life if this boy turns out like you, I’m putting him in the bin,” you teased. It couldn’t be further from the truth. Little features. Little fingers wrapped around one of yours. He had big dark, brown eyes. He had eyes like Billie.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t turn out devilishly handsome for his own sake then,” he replied.

“Would you like to hold him?”

James paused slightly and glanced at Billie, who was still reading over some papers. He nodded towards her. “Will she be okay with it?”

You nodded, passing him the child gently. His holding skills were terrible. “Jesus, James. Try not to drop him, please.”

James rolled his eyes and corrected himself. “Hey, little guy,” he cooed. Talking to him in little bursts. He got up and your heart dropped, knowing that James was an absolute clutz. Much to your relief, he didn’t drop the baby. You had no idea what he was doing until you saw him walk right over to Billie, who was surprised to see him.

“I think this is yours,” he said.

Of all the things he could have said.

Billie looked from him to the baby and back, taking him in her arms against her chest. Her head lay against the little body as she pursed her lips, trying hard to hold back tears. “Oh, James,” she whispered. She moved close and hugged him with her free arm. “Thank you so much.”

Billie returned to your side, tears now having fallen freely. “He’s so beautiful, Y/N.”

You cried, and snuggled into her. “We need to think of a name,” you said, kissing Billie’s shoulder. 

“What were you thinking, mommy?” Billie asked. Then stopped. “Hm,” she said. “Never thought it would be me calling you that.”

The nurse coughed. “I’m still in here.”

Billie’s face flashed a deep red. “Sorry.”

The nurse ducked out before he had to hear any of Billie’s other inuendos.

“I like the name Tate,” James suggested. Billie shot him a thousand dagger stare.

“No.”

“Come on, it’s a nice-”

“I will kill you and make it look like an accident.”

You nudged Billie with your hand. “James Dean?”

Your ex and your girlfriend glared at you.

“Here’s me thinking I was bad at choosing names.”

Billie pondered for a moment. “I like Lachlan.”

You nodded. “Lachlan.” You liked it. “Welcome to the world, Lachlan.”

#billie dean howard #billie dean howard x reader #i hate kids #and relationships #and the name lachlan #sorry not really sorry #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #sally mckenna x reader #lana winters x reader #ahs #ahs imagines #sarah paulson x reader #i hate how i half finish my fics

[adenei]

Ch. 3 - How to Win a Witch in 10 Days

Thursday - Pt. 3

Just when she thinks her life can’t get any stranger, James Potter walks back into it. How was she just sitting at the bar, scouting out potential men to dupe, when a blast from the past shows up at her side and asks her to dinner? Of all the nights and all the bars, they run into each other tonight.

Lily’s completely shaken on the inside but forces herself to remain calm, cool and collected. James Potter is the one that got away. The one who fancied her at Hogwarts, had asked her on countless dates—which she turned down—and by the time Lily finally realized she had feelings for him, he’d moved on. It hurt more than she expected it to, so when he walked up to her just minutes ago, Lily wasn’t sure how to react.

She intends to say no when he asks her to dinner, but something stops her. It takes a lot to admit to herself that she’s missed him over the past few years. After all, they were friends before he started dating Bridgette, and they had to work together as Head Boy and Head Girl. The lack of James’s presence left a gaping hole in her post-Hogwarts life that she never expected, and it’s only now that he’s here with her that she realizes just how badly she misses him.

“C’mon, Evans, it’s just dinner. Catching up can’t hurt, can it? I’ve missed you.”

Missed me? Seriously? Does he even realize that he was the one who changed everything? Years of incessant invitations to go on dates, and he finally wears her down only to yank the rug from underneath her by choosing someone else.

Part of her wants to slap him for being such an arsehole, but not if he doesn’t know he played with her heart three years ago. Not to mention that a physical altercation would certainly ruin her chances of picking up another guy. The more sensible thing is to tell him it was nice seeing him, but she’s meeting someone else, but what happens if he stays and realizes that it’s a lie? No, that wouldn’t do, either. Then, an idea pops into her mind. It’s certifiably insane, but if she plays her cards right, it could be the perfect opportunity for revenge.

There’s something so devilishly captivating about James Potter, and Lily decides she does want to get dinner with him. In fact, her mind is set on spending the next ten days with him. This could be Lily’s chance to prove to herself—and James—that they were never meant to be.

She glances up at him to see that he’s waiting for an answer, although he’s not pushy. He knows better than to press for a response. It’s funny how easy a single moment can bring her right back to the Great Hall or the Gryffindor common room. Her traitorous heart begins to beat in her chest as she tries to avoid the piercing hazel eyes that are begging her to let him in.

Well, you know what, Potter? Maybe I will let you in. I’ll let you in long enough to play with your heart like you played with mine, and we’ll see how you like it.

The plan continues to build in her mind, and then some. Luring James Potter into a relationship only to drive him away seems easy enough. After the debacle in school, Lily knows they’re better off apart, and maybe she’ll even gain the closure she didn’t think she needed. Plus, she supposed a snog or two in the process wouldn’t hurt anything if it came to that.

Lily visualizes the checklist sitting on her desk at work and mentally adjusts some of her ideas to make the game she’s playing more believable. Once all is said and done, James will realize it was a mistake to ever have approached her tonight, and Lily can have a bit of fun toying with James in the process. So, the hardened look she forced herself to give earlier now softens, and Lily even chances a smile. She sets her almost empty glass on the bar and glances around to see if she can find Alice and Marlene. They’re mingling on the other side of the room.

Well, they know I’m out to snag a man, so if they see I’m gone, they’ll know why. Lily shrugs as she turns back to James.

“Well, Potter, how can I resist when you put it like that? Lead the way.”

He holds out his arm, and Lily takes it. A smirk plays at her lips as she looks back in the direction of her friends one more time. She catches Alice’s eye and gives her a wink before turning back toward the door.

Let the games begin.

“I have to say, I’m impressed,” Lily admits as she tucks into her basket of fish and chips.

James has taken her into muggle London to grab a bite to eat, and Lily’s quite shocked by his choice. It’s a small hole in the wall shop that serves the greasiest food, but it’s delicious. The walls are laden with modern art murals and the wooden tables are covered in carved names. It’s a place Lily is sure University students go for a late-night snack or on their way home from a pub crawl. Aside from Lily and James’s semi-formal attire, they fit in well with the crowd.

“Why? Am I still as irresistible as I was at Hogwarts?” James still possesses the same air of confidence as Lily rolls her eyes.

Still as cocky as ever, it seems.

“No, I meant that I’m impressed that you know your way around muggle London.”

“Sirius and I discovered this place on one of our nights out a while back. I come here at least once a week.”

Lily smiles at the mention of another old friend. “How are Sirius and Remus anyway?’

“Brilliant! We were all living together until recently. Finally decided it was time to get our own places.”

“The Marauders have finally split?” Lily feigns shock.

“Nah, not entirely. We still work together.”

“Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?”

James laughs. “We work for Alastor’s Ads. I work mostly with clients from magical games and food, but I’m looking to branch out a bit more.”

“Fascinating. I always did think you could talk your way out of a paper bag,” Lily recalls.

“Come again?” James’s eyebrows crease and one side of his face scrunches in confusion.

“It’s a muggle saying.”

“Ah. What are you up to these days?”

“I write for Witch Weekly,” Lily keeps her explanation short. If he doesn’t know, then there’s no harm in keeping the How To column from him completely.

“Lily Evans, Head Girl, so much promise to do some good in the world, writes for Witch Weekly?” James says.

“It was a job. Now that I’ve got my foot in the door with a company and I’m gaining some credibility, I’ll be able to branch out and actually write what I want to write soon.”

“Soon? How long might that be?”

How does James always see right through her? It’s been three years, but he’s still as frustrating as ever.

“As long as it takes to find an opening in a position I want. I’m not looking to make a lateral move just to keep writing pieces I’m not passionate about.”

“And what are you passionate about?”

Lily fights the urge to answer him right away. She needs to keep the mystery there if she’s going to succeed in her endeavors.

“I could ask you the same question. Do you really want to be selling pitches to restaurateurs or quidditch teams for the rest of your career?”

“That’s a fair question.”

“And your answer is?”

“It depends. I’m working on branching out to different companies right now. I’ve submitted a proposal for Zabini’s Jewels and am hopeful I’ll get the pitch. Should know within the next week or so.”

“Interesting,” Lily responds.

“So, are you going to answer my question now?”

Of course, James doesn’t forget that she dodged his question, but that doesn’t stop her from feigning forgetfulness.

“What question?”

“What you’re passionate about,” James smirks at her, indicating he sees right through this act.

Lily sighs and figures she should answer him. “I want to write articles that can truly make a difference in someone’s life. I’m over the superficial bullshit.”

James leans back in his chair and smiles at Lily.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing. It’s just been nice spending time with you again.”

She returns his smile. “You know, as much as I might regret saying this later, you’re right. I got so wrapped up in finding a job and navigating life in the magical world that I wasn’t very good about keeping in touch with my friends.”

“I suppose I can forgive you for that.”

“Ah, I can die happy now, knowing you’ve forgiven me,” Lily winks at him.

“I aim to please,” James finishes their banter as they gather their things and get up from the table to head for the door.

They walk in silence for a while, and Lily basks in the enjoyment of James's company again. She wonders what he’s thinking about and whether their night should continue or if she should wait until tomorrow. Their feet lead them down a deserted alleyway in preparation to apparate out of muggle view. James pauses behind a dumpster and Lily follows suit.

“Do you want to come over?” James blurts, taking Lily by surprise.

Internally, she’s screaming yes, but it’s late on a Thursday and she still has to work tomorrow. She bites her bottom lip as James ruffles his hair with his hand.

“I’d like that, but I’m not sure if it's a good idea with work tomorrow.”

James lets out a gruff laugh. “Right, yeah, sorry—I just thought—”

“I had a good time tonight,” Lily reassures him. “Enough that I’d like to see you again if you’re interested?” She knows it’s ballsy to make the first move like that, but time is of the essence.

James’s eyes widen at her boldness. “Really?”

“I know, shocking, right?” she keeps her voice light and airy, while adrenaline is shooting through her body.

“Well, I’ve got tickets to the quidditch playoffs tomorrow—Arrows versus Magpies at seven. Perks of signing Appleby as a client,” James shrugs, trying to play it cool. “Just as friends, you know? I don’t want you to think it’s anything—”

“I’d love to!” Lily cuts him off.

She’s surprised that he’s backpedaling so much. He was never like that in Hogwarts. Then again, he probably figured he’d have a million more chances to wear her down. If he only knew….

“Really? Brilliant!” James’s tone sounds pleased, and Lily can sense a hint of relief in his voice. “There’s a Portkey leaving from the Leaky at six if you want to meet me there?”

“Sounds great.”

They both stand there awkwardly. Lily’s wondering if maybe she should have accepted his invitation to join him at his flat. She doesn’t want to kiss him on the first night, but after his invitation to the quidditch playoffs as friends, she knows she needs to do something to show him she’s interested in something more than that.

“So, I guess I’ll see you to—”

Lily realizes she’s out of time, and needs to do something so James is aware of her intentions. This is an act, and she has to play the clingy woman that moves before the time is right. Before she can talk herself out of it, Lily’s lunging toward James, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his with purpose. Her eyes close, so she doesn’t have to be disappointed if his reaction is anything less than eager.

She always imagined that the first kiss she’d share with James Potter would be soft and slow and sweet, with him instigating, and this is anything but. Thankfully it’s not forced, but it is awkward as she feels James freeze at the contact.

Shit. Maybe he really is over me. I must have read the signs wrong.

Lily pulls away and turns her head to the side in an attempt to avoid his gaze as mortification begins to set in. She’s about to berate herself more for making a terrible decision and losing a whole day for her article when she sees a flash of black hair out of the corner of her eye as he leans in to regain the previous closeness.

His lips are on hers again, and his hands are splayed against her back. Lily’s hands find their way back to their previous position as the kiss takes her breath away.

James Potter is kissing her back, and it’s everything Lily’s dreamt about since her seventh year of Hogwarts. His breath is hot against her as his tongue grazes her lip before tentatively slipping into her mouth. She parts her lips enough to invite him in as her tongue meets his. Lily presses herself against his body as James groans in response.

Suddenly, it’s as if a switch flips in Lily’s mind, and she remembers why she kissed him in the first place. Reluctantly, she pulls away. James looks just as awestruck as Lily feels, his chest heaving up and down much like her own. Lily forces the thoughts of being back in his arms from her mind despite how much she misses the contact. Once she’s gained enough composure, she chances a glance toward James. He looks as windswept as she feels.

“So, I’ll, er, see you tomorrow?” James’s tone is more cautious than she remembers from their time at Hogwarts.

He looks completely thrown off balance. Good, Lily thinks, knowing she needs to keep him on his toes.

She shoots him a coy smile. “Absolutely. As more than friends, I hope?”

It can’t hurt to solidify her intentions.

“Y-yeah,” James stutters.

Lily doesn’t think she’s ever seen him rendered speechless before and feels rather smug that she can accomplish the feat.

“Brilliant. See you tomorrow,” she winks at him before focusing on her flat and apparating away.

#jily fic #jily fanfiction #jily au #james x lily #inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days #james potter #lily evans

[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 12

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, anxiety, ptsd, trauma, angst 

A/N: i do know i was supposed to post this yesterday but i got lost doing a bit of cleaning around my room so here it is a bit late. hope you enjoy it! let me know what you think, much love xx

NEXT CHAPTER

Y/N liked the dark of the night, it brought her comfort. She could never explain why but the ambience of the dark night only disturbed by the glittering lights of the tea light candle on a heart cut glass which flashed little heart shaped golden flecks of light onto the wall. The TV volume was low, playing When Harry Met Sally which Bucky had insisted to watch after confessing he had never seen it, yet he was not the slightest bit interested in the movie. She, however, was. Cuddled in chunky yarn ticket blanket, oversized sweater pushed up to her chin and eyes glued onto one of her favourite romantic movies. Bucky was more interested in how she was curled against him, head laying on the side of his torso. She looked adorable with her shiny eyes in the romantic comedy and maybe Bucky would’ve shown some interest if he was watching the movie with Steve or Sam but whenever she was close by, he didn’t want to look at anything else but her. In all honesty, he didn’t think he ever wanted to look at anything else after h saw her. He’d be happy to protect her, as long as he could look at her. As long as he could look at her, he’d be happy.

He remembered the goggles they made him wear, it distorted his view, it made everything clearer yet somehow darker. He could never see people’s faces, he could never see their expressions but he could hear them scream, he could hear them telling him to stop and he wanted to stop, he really did, but he couldn’t. He was a bad person, he was a terrible person.

     - James? - her voice dripping with worry cut through his thoughts. - Are you okay? You look spaced out. 

     - Yeah. - her hand escaped its blanket confinements to hold his hand. - Just tired.

     - You can spend the night if you want. The couch doubles as a bed and I have some extra blankets. - she moved around from her place so she could sit straight. Bucky wanted to say no, he really did. He probably knew Steve was going to freak out at the idea of him not returning, he could do something to hurt her and he just didn’t want to risk it. However, looking into her hopeful eyes which held nothing but love and sympathy for him as if he had never caused anyone harm ... as if he wasn’t a monster, as if he wasn’t someone, or rather something, people should fear, knocked all his defences down. He wondered if it was a perk or a flaw to be that forgiving, to be able to look past the past, specially in an industry like hers. He wondered how long it would take to harden her and he wondered how long it would take for her to become a cynic. Most importantly, he wondered if he could protect her from that. - If you want you can take my bedroom, I can sleep in the couch. 

    - I can sleep in the couch, princess. - he sighed, smiling at her sleepy form who had begging eyes and a little sleepy smile. - You’re awfully good at persuasion.

    - I was Capitan of the debate club. - she perked up, excited about the compliment. Bucky wondered what else he could do with that, knowing she liked to be complimented. She deserved to be complimented. - I’m very persuasive. 

    - No, princess. It’s those doe eyes. - he pointed at her eyes, little smile on his lips. - Saying no to you is like shooting Bambi. You have a very weird soft kind of persuasion. 

    - Thank you. - she smiled, pushing her blanket away to get up. - I’ll go grab you some blankets. Do you want fuzzy ones? 

   - I don’t need blankets.

   - Yes, you do. - before he could tell her again that he didn’t need blankets, she was already rushing to a little closet nearby the door of her room. She opened it with her foot before placing herself on her tip toes to grab some blankets she had folded and put away. Her arms could barely wrap around the thick winter bedding and Bucky found it amusing how she started to waddle around with them before dropping them on the coach. - I’ll get you some pillows. 

   - You have pillows on your couch.

   - They’re decorative pillows, Bucky. You don’t sleep on them, you decorate with them. 

   - Y/N ... - he wrapped her hands around her waist, pushing her to the couch as she got ready to go grab some pillows. - This is fine, princess. You don’t need to accommodate me.

   - You’re my guest. It’s common manners, Bucky. - she tried to snake away from his grip but Bucky was much too strong and she had never been very good at leaving holds. - Let me grab you a pillow. 

    - No. 

   - Let me help you make the bed then. - she pulled onto his arm so she could raise her head to look at him. 

   - If it makes you happy. - his grip softened on her waist allowing her to escape him and get back on her feet. He let out a mindless little smile, raising from the couch along with the blanket.

Y/N quickly got to work, leaning to pull at the bottom of the couch which unfolded down onto a quite big bed. He tried to help but she shushed him away, placing the sheets in a way which would make a five star hotel jealous. Bucky couldn’t help but pick onto how much love and attention she seemed to lay onto every single motion she did. It was feather like, like the movements of a ballerina, so light, so soft, hypnotising even. 

     - There. - she pointed to the bed happily. - A nice comfortable bed for the night. Are you sure you don’t need some pillows?

     - I’m sure. - he walked over to her side. - Wanna watch a movie?

     - Sure. What do you wanna watch? - she jumped onto the bed, remote in hand as she wrapped herself back with her blanket. Bucky sat down on her left, lifting his legs to rest over the comfortable, now extended couch.

     - You can pick. 

     - I have terrible taste in movies. You pick.

     - You’re an actress. 

     - So? Cliché and chick-flicks make me happy and I don’t think you wanna watch any of those. 

     - Sure, I do.

     - You big liar.

They two of them weren’t sure what movie it ended up being picked, maybe some preview just played on a loop but it didn’t matter because in less than half hour the two of them had fallen asleep. 

Bucky disliked falling asleep, it always felt like falling. Falling reminded him of falling from the train. He could never exactly explain it, not to Steve, not to his therapist yet it wasn’t like he wanted to. It was an indescribably feeling; when you’re a child and you feel like falling you known warmth is gonna be at the end, you know someone is gonna catch you but no one caught him, there was no warmth. There was only cold. He could still feel his bone break, looking down at his arm to see half of it was gone. He remembered looking up at the skies, waiting for death to take him as the snowflakes fell onto his face. Bucky thought that was the worse, he thought that was the worse which could happen until they dragged him, dragged him through the snow. Whatever was left of his arm was chopped off, he felt it all, he felt it all through a numb-like status of mind and once he regained consciousness he rose his arm to see the metal arm.

    - Buck? - she could feel him move and hear him whimper. It had woken her up and it was breaking her heart so she decided the best was to wait him up. She poked his arm once more yet when she tried to shake him, he topped over her, metal hand going straight for her neck, eyes wide open. It just hoovered there, over her neck, no grip but there was a look of pure fright on his eyes. Disbelief. - Bucky?

He immediately got off her, looking around before starting to walk quickly away from her. Bucky pushed the door open which sounded alarm bells in her mind. She tried calling out to him again but he ignored, leaving her home. Y/N rushed off her bed and followed him, not caring if she was in her pyjamas in the hallway. 

    - Bucky, stop! - she asked him, rushing after him. Bucky, however, kept walking away, pushing the door which led to the staircase open and expecting her to tire herself out but she didn’t. Y/N kept running after him, going down the stairs until she finally caught up to him. Her small hand grabbed his much larger arm. - Bucky!

   - I need to go.

   - No. - she said, calmly, hand over her chest to regain her breathing. She placed her hands on top of his shoulders, pushing him from a hug. Her head tucked in the space between his shoulder and neck feeling how tense he was. He was never this tense around her. - You need to go back to bed.

   - Y/N. 

   - No. - she rose her head to stare at him. She sighed before leaning in to kiss him, giving him a soft, dragging kiss. - You need to rest.

She turned around, hand lowering to hold his before climbing up the stairs back to her floor. Her door was still open and she led him in, closing the door with her foot. She continued to walk through her apartment until she stopped at her bedroom. 

    - You’re okay. - her hand caressed her cheek. - You’re okay. 

He wanted to believe her, he really wanted to believe her. He wanted to believe he was okay but he was not. He was still damaged, held together by tape which was losing its glue and it was only a matter of time until it broke loose and the pieces fell back into the shattered mess. Bucky was not okay but she was persistant and as she laid him down, he almost believed he was okay. Her thumb caressed his face while her other hand was firm against his chest. He didn’t want to fall asleep, he didn’t want to hurt her but his body didn’t agree with him and her soft touch lulled him to sleep.

The morning came with a crash, he woke up earlier than her, feeling her close to him, tucked under his chin. He pulled away softly not wanting to wake her up. He didn’t even know what to say to her and so he left, closing the door on his way out. Steve was probably freaking out at the tower and he didn’t want to have to deal with the after mat of almost chocking her. He reached the tower and most were still asleep except for Steve. Here we go again.

   - We were worried. - he started.

   - You don’t need to say “we”, Steve. I know it was you who was worried.

   - Where were you? You were out the whole night, I tried calling you.

   - My phone was dead, I stayed over at Y/N’s for the night.

   - Y/N’s? - he raised an eyebrow. - You didn’t, Buck ...

   - I didn’t fuck her if that’s what you’re so worried about. She just asked if I wanted to stay and it seemed like the better idea.

   - Buck ... - Steve sighed. It was a hard conversation to have, one that he definitely didn’t want to have but he had to, he had to had this conversation either he wanted it or not. - We need to talk about Y/N. 

  - I don’t wanna talk about it.

  - But we need to talk about it. You just ... The therapist and I think it’s not a good idea to get into a relationship. You still have some work to do until you’re ready to be in a relationship specially with someone who is not in our world and doesn’t understand that you’re still ... having some issues.

  - I know. 

  - Maybe in a few years, after you’ve worked through every ...

  - I KNOW! - he screamed at him before leaving Steve speechless in the kitchen. 

He didn’t want to talk, he didn’t want to hear Steve but most importantly, he didn’t want to think of her waking up alone in a cold bed. 

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[sparksofdaylight]

@austrianteacher || Continued from here

Barbara smiled, adjusting her purse and shifting her cup of coffee to her other hand as she looked back at her former classmate. One of the perks, and curses, of having never left Arcadia Oaks, was running into old friends. Sometimes, it felt as if they were all trapped back in time, a weak attempt at refusing to grow old. She’d never bothered going to any of the high school reunions: the friends she still cared about, she made time for, and as for the others, she didn’t want to explain her whole life story: the wedding, James walking out on her and his five year old, being a single mother. But there were some friendly faces she had missed over the years, such as the one staring back at her. Although it now seemed far less friendly than she recalled. 

Blue eyes scanned Karl’s expression, her brows furrowed in tightly. Sure, it had been 18 years, but he seemed hardened, stoic almost. Barbara almost laughed, realizing he was most certainly doing the same thing to her. Not that she blamed him: she hardly resembled her high school photos anymore. 

She frowned at his words, quickly recovering with a soft smile. “It’s been, what? 18 years now?” She let out a dramatic sight, placing her hand to her head. “I would say you’ve missed a lot, but---” she gestured around at the streets that never seemed to change, a melodic laugh escaping. “I guess Arcadia is nothing if not reliable,” she teased. 

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[randomsevans]

THE WOLF WITH IN

Part 2 : the unwanted omega.

You had been at the party for what felt like forever but in reality was only an hour . Once you exited your cabin with your hand in Ransom ,everyone instantly turn towards you too . But as soon as the party resume , Ransom left your side straight away and headed for a bunch a giggling beta and omega beside one of the fire . Your gut twisted ,missing his warth more then you were willing to admit . While your omega was growling within at the other females around the alpha, with a bitter jealous you didnt understand nor did you ever have before. And made your way to the makeshift bar .

Which you were currently at . As the wind swirled around carrying laughter and scents. Your head perked up as you got a whiff of that calming scent. It annoyed you the effect that Ransom had on your Omega. Since he has always been rude to you . Like he is too everyone ,but its worst with you , with small comments on your appearance, your scent , on how no will mate with. He would always send daggers your way . Embarrass you infrount of the pack in human form that is. When you are on your pack run on a full moon he never leaves your side. It annoyes you as sometime the human wins in him and pushes you around, only for then his wolf to gain control again and tries to help sooth anyway cuts or grains he caused . You believe Ransom wolf is more caring and less of an animal then Ransom .

Just siped on your drink that was the only thing keeping you company. Just as you expected no one came near you. Much to your disappointment and relief as you could slip away and no one would notice you were gone .

You downed the last of your drink . And step backwards with a little spring in your step and you swold the rest of your drink and turned away to walk away from the bar towards your cabin . As you made your way through the party your cabin was in sight . A small smile placed on your lips on the sight of home , where you could sleep and rest . That was until one of blondes from earlier step in front of you .

"Awww y/n why you leaving so early ?" She tilted her head and gave a fake pout .

"Is was all by her self again that's why " another blonde came next to her with the same expression on her face.

"Her scent is that repulsive no Male dare goes near her !" Another blonde came on the other side of the first blonde. Block the view of your safe heaven.

She looked over your shoulder and a smirk appeared on her face " isn't right Ransom ?"

You turn your head to see a smug looking Ransom with another blonde on his left 'where are all these blondes coming from ?' And a redhead on his other attacking his neck .

"What's right?" He questioned not even glancing at you .

"That y/n scent is that unpleasant shell never find a mate " the seconde blonde comment causing a ripple of giggles . You have never felt so ganged up on .

Ransom paused for a minute as his ear caught mention of your name , and his head automatically snap at you. His blue eyed piecing yours . His blue iceberg eyes melted . His whole world came to a halt but then was quickly resumed as a smirk played on his lips , while his eyes told a different story as you stared into them . He small chuckle left his lips .

"Girls you wouldnt believe how repellent her scent is , its lucky the other havnt told me to kick her out yet " Ransom coldly snapped , causing a tear to roll down your cheek 'there wouldn't really kick you out the pack right '' Ransom didnt think that of you did he ?' You dont know which thought stung more . But little did you know it was far from the truth .

The girls around you giggles as if theve heard the best joke in there life .

"What's so funny ?" You heard and saw your two best friend appear James and Nat .

Your head spon back to face Ransom only to see his tongue down the redheads throat .

"Nothing that funny I bet seen it caused them to laugh " nat snared .

"Oh watch it " you heard ransom yell coming behind you , shoving you to the side , causing you to trip over your own foot and fall .

Nat began to come there near you only for the alpha to push her away . Ransom and Nat were eyeing each other as if one was ready to attack. Nat had no loyalty to Ransom no matter how much of an alpha he is to other. To her he still needs to prove himself . Nat eyes shoot toward you again . Making Ranom follow her gaze as he turned his head to see you on the follow. A wave of panic flash over him . Making him automatically put a hand out infrount of you . Only to hesitate, as if he having a battle with in . His hand went back to his side as quick as it left .

His expression harden as his eyes remained glass like in awe.

"Get up !" You stayed , not obeying him , you were to embarrassed to move . " get up NOW ! " you still remain . "OMEGA I'm warning you "

Everyone at the party eyes snapped in your direction as Ransom called you Omega as well as because of his harsh tone . In your pack you were only called omega if you were claim or only your mate would call you that. So it was forirgen for the pack to hear Ransom say that word to you . But that for you , he always called you omega sometime my omega. You always thought he did it to haunt and taugh you as you will never get a mate . As all eyes on the two of you in shock . Even Nat and James as well as the girls all terrified and curious.

You still remain on the ground until Ransom reach down and grabbed your arm, yanking you upwards until your chest collided with his.

"Listen to your alpha !"

With your slightly heat cheeks with the single cold tear that ran down earlier causing a stinging feeling as the wind hit , you only let out small chuckle . A nervous one . It was as if your omega found this whole thing laughable 'let see how far we can push it !'

'No ! '

But your wolf won

"Y/n " he growl out your name .

He quickly turned dragging you with him and he rapidly walks towards your cabin . You could feel the anger in him as he grips you tighter. You both eventually make it into your cabin as Ransom release his grip and slams the door shut with a bang behind him . With in seconds his lips were on yours

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[siremasterlawrence]

Dreaming Of Logan

James Logan is in disbelief well over 200 years old at this point in his life and he is still pretty young. The audacity of these people so called friends, family and other mourners. Acting as if the had any inkling of Charles Xavier, The X-Men and Xaviers Academy For The Gifted Meant To Him. I mean really the nerves of these people. Logan’s sense went in to overdrive when he smells me.

He leave’s the grave site being the lone x-men left to protect the mansion, deck in a black suit his claws project out of his left and right hands. “Who the hell are you punk? Please tell me you came here for a fight, because I am itching for one badly.”Logan says in that strong and forceful tone of his, I could not be more in to him than right now, and he comes swinging.

“Catch me if you can Wolvie woooohooo.”I scream raging out of the mansion with nowhere to hide in plain sight knowing the anger is rising. “The nerve of this kid on today of all days he is so going down on my watch.” He says his nose activating on muscle memory he drops to the floor to take it all in. “He is here somewhere in this god forsaken forest.” Logan thinks back on his feet.

High above him in a tree twenty feet away from his current location is a trap I set for him. Specifically my best bet is to make him sense me, I trigger a sound as his ears perk up, and he rushes after me tripping on the alert system. “What is this asshole? Let me go, release me now or you will see real vengeance.” Logan demands his voice raises in oscillations of unheard of levels.

“Zip it cry baby.” I state slapping his ass.“Anyway, James Logan you are well over two hundred years old, you should be use to this types of ambush, I would assume so after the likes of Sabertooth.” I rub it in his face when the grounds beneath him open up, quick sand fills up the bubble structure, and he sinks in to the laboratory I built months ago. “All according to plan thank you Professor Xavier your death will be worth it.” I calmly whisper in the wind.

Hours pass by since Logan sank in to the quick sand, I start a camp fire enjoying the night skyline, and the moon radiate over me. Out of the blue I can see a hand rise from the ground pushing through harden sand. I reach out grabbing it firm to drag him off, landing on the property grounds he breaths hard, and his chest bumping up. “Finally, What is it you desire of me Master Lawrence?” Logan questions.

“I had your beloved X-men, and Professor Xavier executed Logan for this same very point. I wanted to break you completely so you would be mine.” I state with a crazy look on my face, but Logan is not phased thanks to my power. “You can quite see it yet, but you know I am absolutely right about this. You understand it is for the betterment of the world you shall gift to me.” My mind had been made with these words.

“Anything you say is the truth I understand that completely, all I can do is obey you bub, and that is all I want in this world of course. Fuck me, command me, and use me my love.” Logan’s body compelled to obey approaches me with a certain flair to its steps. His breath stain with alcohol is something only on him could be sexy as we kiss. My hands sliding down his back settle on his ass groping him tight as he squeaks.

“I love you James Logan, I always admired you from afar watching you do that super hero thing. Dreaming of you finding me alone in a oasis of happiness you bring to me. Oh boy, I am rambling again.” I start to daze off when his hold becomes stronger on me. “No don’t stop Master Lawrence, let me bring it to you bub.” He says kissing me carefully with so much love we are soon collapsing on to each other. I wake up several hours later to see him standing in between the doors waiting for me.

The end.

[captcas]

Worth Fighting For

WORTH FIGHTING FOR by capthamm

Killian “Hook” Jones is a dominate up and comer in the UFC while Emma “The Savior” Swan’s career was cut short. When Hook’s manager moves up and the office brings in UFC’s youngest legend to keep him in check, will either of them be able to handle it?

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[CHAPTER 3/?]

Saturday night brings their monthly movie/game night and Emma has never been more grateful for a distraction. Ruby and the Nolans will come over around 6 o’clock and Henry is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. Tonight’s theme is Star Wars and this will be Henry’s official introduction to the series; at David’s insistence they’re starting with A New Hope and going release order from there. They’re also going to play Star Wars trivia which Henry will undoubtedly suck at.

Should be a fun night all around.

And it was, until Henry went to bed and the “adults” got to talking.

Ruby cracks another beer and turns to Emma, “So, Emma, you’ve got probably the coolest new job in the world and you haven’t said jack shit.”

She shoots Ruby an icy glare as David and MM stop bickering over whether or not Kylo Ren deserved a redemption arc to hear what Emma has to say.

Emma sighs, “It’s going alright. All the onboarding is underway and between the perks, benefits, and pay, Henry should be set for life.” She’s been fortunate to live off her winnings for the past nine years, being mindful of money and not giving into the lifestyle of frivolous spending many fighters take on, but -even her friends know- she doesn’t have a money tree.

The looks on their faces when she mentions Henry being set for life could melt 1000 Olafs. When she arrived at Ruth Nolan’s home at the age of 16, she never expected to find a family. Hardened by a life too lived for anyone her age, Emma assumed they’d be like every other foster home and use her for the money. To this day, she’s never been so happy to be wrong.

Emma’s not sure what twist of fate landed an orphan with such a great support system, but she’ll be forever grateful. David took to the “protective brother” role immediately. Soon after Emma moved in, he met Mary Margaret (fireworks and butterflies and all that mumbo jumbo) who introduced them to Ruby. They’re small, and maybe a bit scrappy, but they’re family.

She breaks out of her thoughts and returns to the present, “I will need some babysitting though; I’m required to attend each of my client’s Fight Nights. But overall it’s great, really!”

She hopes she squeaked away without having to mention Jones at all but the glint in Ruby’s eye tells her otherwise. “Ok that’s all fine and dandy,” Mary Margaret shoots Ruby an incredulous look, warning her to tread carefully, but Ruby ignores her and continues, “but who’s the client?”

David is giving her a protective father vibe, Ms is practically vibrating, and she's pretty sure Ruby is salivating. Emma sighs realizing she shouldn’t postpone the inevitable, “Killian Jones.”

Ruby practically drops her drink and Mary Margaret squeals, David rolls his eyes and turns back to the TV where SportsCenter has been playing in the background. Mary Margaret beats Ruby to the punch, “THE Killian Jones?! As in Killian “Hook” Jones?!”

Emma nods, standing up to refill the only slightly empty chip bowl in front of her. She knew this was going to happen and she wasn’t exactly looking forward to her friends thirsting over her client– client… right.

Ruby speaks next, “Well that is probably the best case scenario. Do you think he can get us tickets? Have you met him? Is he as gorgeous in person as he is on TV? Can we meet him?”

Emma, now glad she’s in the kitchen with space to breathe, is starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. She knows Ms can sense it and is unsurprised when she speaks next,“For Christ’s sake Ruby let her breathe. She’s probably only had her initial meeting with him.”

Ruby seems to get the hint and it doesn’t take long before Ms is in the kitchen helping Emma pick up the leftover pizza, “We’re happy for you, Emma. He’s a huge client for them, they obviously trust you to do a good job.” Emma nods in thanks and they both head back into the living room. Her sister-in-law’s warmth always calms her (and Ruby) down which allows David to jump in and change the subject to the coverage of some football player’s arrest on SportsCenter. Emma finally catches a breath and realizes just how lucky she is for the friend dynamic they have before settling in to debate if this James Spencer kid should still be eligible for the draft.

As she lays in bed that night, Ms’ words ring through her head. Despite the rollercoaster of emotions she’s been feeling, Killian is a huge client, one that was formerly represented by a namesake for the company. This re energizes her a bit and helps her fall asleep, actually excited for what's to come.

She wakes up Sunday morning and makes Henry some pancakes and declares it a lazy Sunday. Henry happily obliged, cuddling up on the couch with The Deathly Hallows while Emma threw on some shitty reality TV.

. . .

When her alarm rings Monday morning, Emma pulls her pillow over her head like some teenager from one of those Disney Channel movies.

It takes her a second to remember what day it is and why she’s up at this godforsaken hour.

Killian Jones. Right.

She audibly groans before rolling out of bed and getting ready for the day. Between her shower and breakfast she gets Henry up. School starts at 8 so he’s technically running a bit behind but he’ll make it on the bus in time… hopefully.

She’s pouring him a bowl of cereal when he comes out of his room zipping up his sweater and rubbing his eyes.

“Hey, kid. Coco Puffs or Fruit Loops?” He mumbles some semblance of what she thinks is Fruit Loops so she pours the bowl and slides it across the kitchen island. He smiles in thanks as she pours her own bowl and sits beside him.

“So today’s the big day?”

She didn’t tell Henry about her new client and when she spoke to the Nolan’s and Ruby, he was definitely supposed to be sleeping. “How could you possibly know that?”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are and I’m not as tired as you think I am.” He yawns as if to punctuate his point.

“Uh huh, sure, kid.” He gives her a knowing glance and she realizes she’s not getting out of this. She runs her hands over her face and sighs, “Yes, today is the first meeting and I’m only slightly nervous to fu— screw this whole thing up.”

Henry chuckles at her attempted censorship (she never said she was a perfect parent), “You’ll be great, Mom, and Hook seems like a decent enough guy. I’m sure he won’t give you too much trouble.”

She stares at Henry a bit dumbfounded. It shocks her everyday how old he’s getting– nine going on nineteen for sure.  “Are you hiding some Weasley’s Extendable Ears in your room or something? Are you a wizard? Should you be at Hogwarts?” Emma is very obviously trying to derail this conversation but it works, setting Henry off about how he’s finally on the sixth book and explaining the concept of a horcrux.

Oh, her sweet summer child.

God, maybe he is old enough for UFC.

When did that happen?

She ushers Henry to the bus, promising him they’ll watch the sixth movie tonight if he finishes the book today and is to school on time. It’s only September and he can’t be late three times in the first month of school. She kisses his forehead and he wishes her good luck.

Sometimes she wonders how such a screw up ended up with the perfect kid.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Emma finishes getting ready. She jumps on the subway and finds herself at the office with a half hour to spare. She’s never early so she chalks it up to nerves and uses the time to prep for this meeting.

Over the weekend she received multiple emails from Gold’s team surrounding a possible spot for Killian on the card for the pay-per-view Fight Night in November.

A pay-per-view card. She did enough research about Killian this weekend to know that would be his first.

Emma feels like she’s been thrown into the deep end before being taught how to swim.

Go big or go home.

She did a lot of research about Killian and learned practically nothing. She knows he came here from London almost ten years ago and that his team includes his head trainer Robin (husband of now former manager Regina Mills), and three other men named Will Scarlett, August Booth, and William Smee (he’s really selling it with that whole Hook theme). Other than that all she found was his record and highlights. He’s 6-0 which is insane for only being in the circuit for a year and a half– fighters are usually limited to three, maybe four fights a year.

4 of his 6 are knockouts.

He’s good… really good.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a light tapping on the edge of her cubicle. She glances up to find none other than the man himself. She can’t help but double take.

Real professional, Emma.

She's only ever seen him in the ring, at the gym, or dressed up for a business meeting. She’s not sure what she expected, but a leather jacket and pants that fit him like his own skin definitely weren’t it.

He looks good… really good.

Emma snaps herself out of it, “Hi, Mr. Jones, just give me a moment and we can head to the conference room.”

“It’s Killian, love, please.” She notices he winces at the seemingly habitual pet name. Emma ignores the ring of disappointment that runs through her gut at the realization that it may not be reserved for her. “A conference room’s a bit formal, don’t you think? Let’s get out of here, Swan.”

He grabs her hand before she can answer. “Mr.— Killian. Is this allowed?”

He chuckles. “We can plan the meetings at our leisure,” he says the last bit in an almost scary imitation of Regina, “but even still, Regina and I never met in office. A bit silly for two people to take up an entire conference room, yeah? Come on, lass, try something new. It’s called trust.”

Emma rolls her eyes but follows along anyway. The elevator ride should’ve been awkward but Killian kept the conversation flowing by asking her preferred drink. “Coffee, tea, or smoothies?”

Despite the risk of sounding like a child, Emma finds herself being honest with him, “Uhh, I actually prefer hot chocolate… with cinnamon.”

He smiles brightly at her, as though her drink order was the most brilliant discovery this century, “Perfect, Swan. I know just the place.”

She was so swept up in his ambush, she doesn’t realize that this isn’t the cocky, asshat Killian Jones she sees on tv or at the gym until he’s practically dragging her across the street to a small cafe. This Killian seems genuine and carries this almost childlike excitement.

Emma tells herself she has no interest in learning more about this Killian.

(Emma doesn’t have to tell herself that that is complete bullshit.)

. . .

He can’t stop himself from beaming when she offers up her drink order without hesitation. Killian feels like a bloody teenager around her. He promised himself he wouldn’t feel this way again, but something about Emma Swan has completely entranced him.

He finds himself fascinated with every part of her, including the small things, like the fact she takes cinnamon on her hot chocolate.

Once they get to the cafe across the street, Killian forces himself to dial it back. He can tell she’s guarded and as much as he’d like to be friends (more than friends) with the lass, he knows business has to come first.

It wouldn’t exactly be a good look for him if he ran “The Savior” out of the office on her second day.

Somehow he thinks he doesn’t have that power.

He’d like to. (Obviously not to run her out of the office, but he’d like his existence to mean that much to her.)

Bloody hell, he's being ridiculous.

They sit down across from each other at a small table by the window. He expects to start the conversation but before he can form a coherent thought she’s speaking.

“So, Killian. I’ve already received some correspondence from Gold’s team. I’m not sure how much time you usually take between fights and I know it’s already the end of September but…”

She’s rambling and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anybody so adorable when they’re nervous.

Adorable is not a professional descriptor.

Killian Jones doesn’t want “professional” with Emma Swan.

Fuck.

“...Gold is hoping to get you on the main card for November 14th.”

Did she just say main card?

He chokes on his coffee.

“Main card, Swan? I’ve never been on the main card. Strictly early prelims…”

She eyes him suspiciously, “Usually that’s a good thing. Upward momentum and all that. His team is clearly impressed by your dominant record.”

“Is his team the only one impressed?” The flirt escapes him before he can stop it.  

Bloody idiot.

She doesn’t even bat an eye, “The entire league seems to be impressed, Jones.” Her tone tells him she knows what just happened but she shut it down immediately.

He likes a challenge.

Emma Swan may be his favorite challenge yet.

Emma Swan is off limits, but Killian will be damned if he cares.

. . .

Emma is surprised when Killian pays for their drinks despite her insistence that she can charge it to Mills Management. She’s also surprised by how nice he is.

She keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.

She’s still waiting.

He’s definitely flirtatious, every other sentence being easily twisted into some sort of innuendo, but she can tell it’s a front. The little things he does like tipping the barista an extra fifty cents or holding the door for her, let on to the man behind the persona.

Well, and the fact he practically chokes when she tells him they want him for the main card.

He seems genuinely shocked that anyone would be impressed by him. His mask comes out almost immediately, another innuendo laced into his question. She doesn’t let him go there, shutting it down as quickly as it started. For this to work, she needs him the real him. Not the cocky MMA fighter who he used to catch the eye of UFC execs. She compliments him, and it’s beyond genuine. That seems to calm his nerves a bit as they move into social media management and he shifts into a professionalism she’s not entirely prepared for.

She’s not sure she wants professional Killian Jones.

Whoa, Emma, pump the breaks.

She shakes it off as she watches him take notes on what she’s saying about the importance of a lead up on Twitter and how it can set the tone for the entire fight. His tongue runs along the inside of his lower lip as he concentrates and she can’t help the overwhelming wave of attraction that hits her.

Like lightning.

It’s not just the tongue, (but that’s not helping) it’s his dedication to this sport and how he actually gives a fuck about what she’s saying. Killian never displayed even a hint of the deeply rooted misogyny that runs rampant throughout the industry. He actually seems almost humbled by her presence. The words escape her mouth before she can’t stop them, “Why are you actually taking anything I say seriously?”

Very professional, Emma. Way to instill confidence in your client. Smooth.

His head snaps up at her abrupt question and he looks confused. “I know you don’t like being called a legend, Swan, but you were a damn good fighter. If I walk out of this partnership with half the following and success you had, I’d call that a win.”

She’s stunned by his sincerity.

Brick. Wall. (She thinks she hears Pink Floyd somewhere in the distance.)

“And I suppose you think you know all about me from our, what, three conversations now?” She knows it’s snippy, that’s the point.

He stops typing and puts his phone down. “Pardon me, love, but you’re a bit of an open book.”

Emma scoffs, “Anyone with the internet knows I prefer people don’t call me a legend.”

“Aye, but do they know it’s because you feel too young with a career too short to have made an impact? That you feel choosing yourself, a life, over MMA removes all glory from your name?”

Emma is entirely shaken by his apparent ability to read her like a fucking picture book. (Does that even make sense? Do you read picture books?) Emma never had a formal retirement ceremony; gloves in the middle of the ring and all that. She had asked Gold to be taken off the roster and for a quiet exit and that’s what he’d given her. The public doesn’t know the real reason she left MMA, her attempt at keeping Henry’s life as normal as possible, but somehow Killian–

Brick. Brick. Brick.

“Let’s talk about Instagram.” She sees the disappointment sweep across his face, realizing she can read him pretty well too. That’s terrifying.

Way more terrifying than social media plans.

They keep it strictly business for the rest of the meeting. She’s startled when her stomach rumbles and she checks the time.

12:00. They’ve been strategizing for three hours.

She’s not sure where the time went, and when Killian asks her if she wants to grab a bite to eat together, she’s startled again by her initial gut reaction to say yes.

Obviously, she says no and makes up some lie about needing to get back to the office. He knows it’s a lie, she can see it all over his face. He doesn’t push her though, and she’s grateful. They set their next meeting and Emma’s heart speeds up, seemingly unaware that this is a business meeting and not a date. She shakes his hand and promises to have a full plan ready for Thursday before practically sprinting out of the cafe.

In three conversations Killian Jones has gone from asshat to… who knows. One thing Emma does know is that Killian Jones is off limits to the highest of ethical degrees. But what scares her most, is that she’s not entirely sure she cares.

. . .

As soon as he asks her to lunch he knows he’s pushed too far.

Actually, he perhaps pushed too far by letting on just how easy it was for him to read her, but lunch, well that was just asking for a brick wall. He runs his hands across his face, completely taken with someone he has no right to. She’s witty, smart, and could probably kick his ass— scratch that, could definitely kick his ass— but she also has demons, he can see them swimming behind her eyes. Demons that seem scarily similar to his, maybe not on the surface but definitely in their damage. Emma is raw and unapologetic; a real human being who is, for all intents and purposes, unimpressed by the suave persona of Killian “Hook” Jones.

She’s bloody perfect.

He’s fucking fucked.

Eloquent.

Killian decides to grab a quick lunch from the cafe and head to the gym. He has a lot of pent up frustration and really feels the need to punch something. Thank god that’s his job. He scarfs down his sandwich, not realizing how hungry he was and jumps on the subway to the training center. He miraculously finds a seat and is able to scroll through his phone a bit. As he pokes around Twitter he finds an article announcing Emma “The Savior” Swan’s comeback to the UFC. He clicks on it, curiosity getting the better of him despite probably knowing the gist of the article.

He didn’t expect a timeline of her very impressive career:

2008: Swan joins the UFC with her Boston gym. Her debut match against Aurora Rose ended in a TKO. She’s back in action six months later fighting Ella Tremaine. She wins again, this time after three rounds by split decision.

2009: A dominant start to the year for The Savior with a first round submission against Tiana Dampier in January. She rounded out her year with another first round submission against El Oldenburg in May, and a third round knockout against Esmerelda Gringoire in October.

2010: Swan goes three rounds with Merida Baer and wins by unanimous decision. Swan wins again after three rounds by split decision against Megara Alcmene. The Savior’s final match is a KO against Mulan Fa rounding out her record to 8-0. Her next match, meant to be for the women’s title, was declined with no comment from The Savior.

2020: Swan joins Mills Management as a talent manager assigned to Killian “Hook” Jones.

Killian knew Swan was good, an early legend in her own right, but he had no idea she was this dominant. He also had no idea she left without so much as a wave goodbye. He figured he’d just missed the announcement seeing as it came well before his introduction into the sport. Against his typical moral code, he tries to google why she left but finds nothing. She knocks out Mulan Fa and then just stops being added to cards and fades away as new fighters take her place.

He knows there’s a reason for her secrecy and he’d be lying if he said curiosity was the only driving force behind his attempt to learn more. He finds himself wanting to know everything there is to know about Emma Swan; a deeper part of him aches for her to be the one who tells him.

He’s positive he can only dream of gaining that level of trust from her, but he has to try. Liam's words ring heavy in his ears, "A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets."

He gets off at the stop closest to the training center and walks through the front doors, waving to Belle at the front desk before heading into the locker room. He’s fortunate to be on the UFC roster, allowing him to keep his training gear at the center and not have to worry about lugging it around with him. It also gives him the freedom to come here whenever he needs to let off some steam. He changes quickly and finds a treadmill to warm up. He jogs a mile and a half before picking up the pace. Killian’s in the midst of his runner’s high when someone steps into the machine next to him. He turns his head to offer them a small smile in hello, it’s not that big of a gym, exclusive to the UFC industry and a few friends of friends, so chances are he knows the person at least in passing.

Oh, Killian knows them alright, and he practically falls off the treadmill when he sees her green eyes blown wide.

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