#to everyone i've whined to about this fic...i love you<3

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛

Pairing: Exotic Dancer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader (no mention of gender or ethnicity)

Summary: Hi, you've reached [your name]. I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep!

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: cheating (on reader), lots of cursing, smoking, heavy drinking, weed smoking, body image issues (I'm sorry), this is a smutty fic (but there’s no smut), dry humping. Please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: This is the first fic I've posted in years lmao, I'm a bit rusty, but omfg I enjoyed writing this so much, it's very self-indulgent hehe I hope you love it just as much as I do.

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own.

Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged🥺

7:51 PM

“Baby please, You know I’m an idiot…she means nothing” Jake whined through the phone. 

As of 5 hours ago, he became your ex but kept on calling you, each call pleading for your forgiveness and saying the same stupid excuse “I felt you pulling away, what was I supp-”

Before you could interrupt him yourself, your best friend and roommate took your phone “Listen closely you little shit, if you don’t stop calling I’ll personally chop off your balls, fry’em up and feed them to your mother in a fucking salad… it’s Wanda by the way” she huffs as she hands you back the phone, “Colorful” you grimace.

Shoving you inside the car, with you and Wanda on the back, Bruce behind the wheel and Tony as co-pilot, “Why do you even answer his calls?” Tony asks while Wanda lights up a Marlboro, and gives you a drag “Because I want to tell him to go fuck himself… I- I just can’t seem to find the right words”, “That seems right” Wanda quips and you roll your eyes, “Don’t worry you’ll find the words when the time’s right” Bruce adds, “Dr. Banner is right, tonight is all about getting shit-faced” Tony adds.

You all clap and turn up the volume to the perfect song “I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know” Wanda sings, the wind on her face, while Bruce shouts “WE LOVE YOU MADONNA”. 

They were right, fuck Jack, tonight you wanted to let go, you weren’t one for parties or clubbing but you couldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for yourself, partying with your friends seemed like the perfect distraction “LET’S FUCKING GO” you shouted at the top of your lungs.

9:05 PM

“The Hush-Hush Hideaway?” you laughed as you finished your first beer after two cherry vodka shots, sounds like a place where 50 year olds would come to have an affair, “Alright, alright before you keep on talking trash, there is more eye to meet” Tony argues, to that Wanda snorts “are you seriously drunk right now? after three piña coladas?”, Bruce laughs “they’re stronger than they look” Tony defends himself as he stands up, signaling you all to head to the dance floor.

You honestly loved the place, the lighting was incredible, the atmosphere was hot pink with hints of dark red and deep purple, the ceiling was decorated with hundreds of disco balls shining down on you, the bar had tables so crystalline and so red, it looked like solidified blood,  each one surrounded by the comfiest leather couches. There was also the dance floor which you were dancing on now, it had the perfect stage for dancers or any kind of show, the whole place had the perfect mix of chic and urban.

10:39 PM

“This round’s on me” Tony shouts over the loud music as he hands you what would probably be your 5th drink, stumbling around as you danced to a song that suddenly became your favorite, as you downed the liquid gold you took Tony’s hand and started giving him a lap dance of some sorts which made everyone laugh along with you. 

And then everything went pitch black, for 5 seconds the music was over, lights were out, for a moment you thought you passed out but then a huge white light shone straight into the middle of the stage, “Girls Gays and Theys!” a deep voice over the microphone started, “is this a gay bar?” Bruce genuinely chimed in, making you giggle.

“Tonight we encourage you to let that wild side of yours out! Please give a warm welcome to The White Wolf” the voice cheered with excitement and the crowd roared and cheered back, “he must be really good looking” you sassed, and in that moment, red ropes descended.

Not a second later a man dressed in a kevlar suit swirled down as if swimming in the red fabric, wrapping himself in a cocoon in the air so the next second he rolled down to the stage, the top of his leathery suit gone, leaving his gorgeous toned abdomen exposed making the crowd go wild. The lights enhanced his beautiful body. “D-does he have glitter on?!” Tony shouted in awe, everyone absolutely going crazy over this tall, brown-haired, thick oh so fucking thick specimen.

On the other hand, you were finding breathing a difficult task, especially because his eyes were trained on yours, maybe it was the several drinks in your system or the empowering song that heightened everything, but his stare was intense, the ice blue of his eyes chilled your spine and for a moment you thought he was going to stop the show, come down and rip your clothes off… yeah you definitely felt tipsy now.

This man knew the power he held, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he had autonomy of every nerve and every muscle on his body, your heart and pussy were practically pulsing as you watched him dance. The magic was broken when you felt your phone ring in your pocket, taking it out, you saw it was Jake calling AGAIN, you knew your friends would tell you not to pick up, but part of you wanted to hear him out and scream at him, you didn’t know which one you were going to do.

Leaving the dance floor and heading to the bathrooms where you hoped it’d be quieter, you swipe to the green bubble “Please please forgive me” is the first thing the man says, making you sigh in frustration “S-top stop saying you’re sorry” but it’s like talking to a wall, you’re not even sure he heard you because he just keeps on whining. 

??:??

You don’t know how much time you spent listening to him in the bathroom but eventually, you give up and hang up on him, splashing some fresh water in your neck you exit the room and bump into a rock-hard wall, but then unexpectedly the wall starts talking and you think maybe it’s not a wall.

“it was rude to bail” a grave voice rumbles in your ear through all of the noise, looking up you see it’s the white wolf, making you almost choke on air, but you were quick enough to react and raise an eyebrow in response “sorry?”.

Without even noticing, the man had cornered you into a wall “Don’t apologize, you can make it up to me” he said with a wild smile, “oh he’s good” you thought, then he looked at you as if he read your mind, “you look like someone in desperate need to have some fun… let me give you a hand” he whispered, his confidence made you forget he was a stranger, and oddly enough it felt like you knew him perfectly, the thought of spending your night with him made you shudder.

Taking out what looked like a big fat blunt from one of his pockets, he dragged the little bundle of joy from your exposed thighs, up your arms, slowly passing through your neck, and finally grazing your soft lips, his eyes never once leaving yours, he leaned in and the smell of cedarwood with a touch of french vanilla made your eyes roll.

Man, you’re really not keeping your cool, but he’s too beautiful for you to care, you might as well pucker your lips, but then he backs away, taking your hand and leading you to the backdoor between the kitchens. The sound of music and people dancing start to disappear until it’s muffled, “are we allowed in here?” you laugh as he lights up the joint and takes a big gulp, your heart pounds with excitement, this is exactly what you needed.

Your inner demons whispered that he really wasn’t interested in you, he looked like he was sculptured by frigging Michelangelo, he’d never want to be with someone as big as you, plus you felt sweaty from dancing most of the night, but honestly, it was more about the nerves you felt around him, but just as easy as the negative thoughts came, he batted them away with a single kiss to your cheek, near enough to the corner of your lips “lost you there for a sec” he teased.

As he handed you the joint, you took it with hesitance, “I usually don’t take marihuana from strangers, you got a name or does everyone call you the white wolf?” you teased, carefully eyeing him, realizing that he was still shirtless unconsciously making you bite your lip.

A lazy smile spread on his face “Waddaya mean you don’t know me? Pfft I’m your latest conquest”, it threw you off but he looked so sincere it made the butterflies in your stomach dance, “I’m Bucky” he laughed, he was so at ease with that pretty smile you couldn’t do anything but swoon.

Taking a drag of the blunt you breathe out the smoke through your nose as you offer him your name in return,  not wasting a second he repeats it, slowly, maybe he was high but it seemed as though he enjoyed the sound of your name on his tongue, he savored it, your legs pressed against each other and you had to take another drag so not to seem desperate as you were for him.

He might be a stranger but deep down you felt unbelievable attraction, in less than 10 minutes of knowing him he made you feel powerful, and free, like maybe in a past life or somethin’ he was your soulmate… Pfft, you wanted to crack up at your own thoughts, somehow Bucky knew and started laughing, slowly leaning into you and crashing his lips with yours, it was sloppy but fuck you’d never been kissed like that, it was passionate, you felt wanted, right then and there you were ready and willing to let him swoop you off your feet.

12:59 AM 

Bucky was showing you his best moves, his calloused hands gripped and groped your body as you both swayed your hips against each other perfectly in sync.

He was so smooth, the fogginess of the joint rumbled through your body, each touch, every one of his strokes felt like a wave, you were floating in a sea of music and his scent, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing could harm you because he was right behind you, worshipping you, telling you how he loved the feel of every roll and every curve, you couldn’t help but smile and he couldn’t help but kiss that beautiful smile.

Not long after your friends found you and you introduced them to the dancer who blew their minds, some of his friends joined you, and not long after you were the life of the party, shots and blunts came pouring, and just like you wanted you became one with bucky, you didn’t know where you began or where he ended, pain and misery were a strange and unknown concept tonight.

1:55 AM

Wanda had to drag you away from Bucky to chat with you a bit, she couldn’t hide that grin even if she tried “Dude I don’t even recognize you right now” you laugh with her knowing very well what she means, squeezing her wrist you stop the urge to squeal, “I don’t know how this happened but fuck he’s just so pretty I wanna cry” you both giggle, understanding the Rachel Green reference. 

Turning to see Bucky you caught him already watching you, it looked like he was chatting with his friends but he wouldn’t look away from you, you realized he was waiting for you, and honestly you were eager to return to his embrace and intoxicating scent “Fuck Jack, you have men waiting in line” Wanda practically shouts as she pushes you back to the dance floor.

2:12 AM

After a while your social battery was low and you needed a break, so now you leaned against the wall in the back alley of the bar, a cigarette lit, resting on your fingertips as you recalled the events that brought you here tonight.

You didn’t blame Wanda for reminding you of Jake and what he did, after all, she was just hyping you, but now your mind was plagued, you memorized with detail how you found them, as some sort of self-punishment, why? you didn’t know, after years of therapy, you were still trying to unlearn self-deprecating thoughts that your family and society shoved in your face.

Jake cheating on you with a leggy blonde who was quite literally a Victoria's Secret model was a kick to your stomach, it made you realize that maybe every bad thought you had about yourself was true, and that was terrifying… 

Realizing that the cigarette burned itself out, you stepped on it, but before you could come back inside Bucky opened the door and grinned “There you are, was worried I spooked ya”, to that you chuckled, somehow the laws of social battery didn’t apply to the handsome trapeze dancer “Never”.

Stepping outside and standing next to you, he takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers “What’s got my sweet doll so down?”, you expected the pet name to make you cringe but instead swooned. Lighting another cigarette you take a drag and blow it on his face, and he just bites the smoke, making you giggle, after a beat of silence you show him your heart.

“About… 11 hours ago, my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on me” you sigh, trying with all your might not to shed a single fucking tear, Jake didn’t deserve them, “Gimme his address” he deadpans, a look so deadly in his eyes, that spark was almost snuffed, but just as quickly his attitude changed, “I’ll kill 'im with my bare hands, I’LL FUCKING KILL ’IM” he shouts with foux determination, making wild animal noises that are making you laugh so hard you can’t breathe “you’re not funny” you say out of breath.

His thumb cleans away a single runaway tear, his touch is so gentle at first you’re not even sure he’s holding you, he’s so close you feel his breath on your cheek and his nose caressing your skin oh so lightly, “you’re dreaming”, you think incredulously. 

In a second his touch becomes rough as he grips your face with both his hands, holding you still so you can’t look anywhere but his eyes, “he’s a fucking moron” he spits out, almost insulted, “and I don’t mean a jerk or plain stupid, I mean he’s missing some fucking brain cells to let go of someone so insanely beautiful as you”.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, you’re about to explain but he cuts you off “And I don’t even need to know him, to be sure of what I’m telling you right now” he scoffs,  “Hell, I don’t even have to know you to be sure, in the very short time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything” bucky almost can’t believe he’s saying this to you, suddenly the tension is palpable and neither of you can breathe… 

“You’re driving me insane” is the last thing he says before pushing you against the wall, with a grunt he grips your waist and your lips crash with his, in a fight for dominance your tongues swirl, it’s as if Jake or any other man never existed, washed away by the ocean that is Bucky. 

You loved how vocal he was being, he moaned into the kiss as you practically humped him, he bit your swollen lips as a warning to slow down but it only turned you on more. You could feel your hardened nipples rub against his chest, and it drove both of you nuts, with all his strength he pulled away, leaving you dizzy and pulling him for more, he’s never wanted anyone the way he wants you but he would never have sex with someone so drunk, even if that person begged as nicely as you were right now.

He laughs as you start leaving hot open kisses throughout his neck and jaw purring like a cat, “Bucky please” you mewled, asking him for more, his hand flew to grasp your hair in a tight grip, nibbling on your skin as he reached your ear “We aren’t doing anything except kissing the fuck out of each other doll” he whispered.

You made for a grab to his groin but he was able to take your hand and hold it above your head “I want you nice and sober when I get you to cream on my cock”, he groans as you make a final attempt to lure him in, but you know he’s right, so you huff in defeat, a pout on display to make your feelings known, “baby doll what’s wrong? you look flushed” he teases as you gasp in faux offense.

3:45 AM

The bar kicked everyone out but you still had some party left in you and apparently, so did Bucky because he’s already got you piggyback riding him to his car, you said goodbye to your friends assuring them you trusted Bucky, his place was less than 10 minutes away and you’d send them your location. 

Once you got to the car Bucky stopped in his tracks, “we’re drunk and high as hell” he stated, and like a bucket of iced water you realized he was right “Accurate statement” you snort, carefully dropping you on the ground he swiftly turned to face you “so we should… perhaps, maybe take a cab” he goofs around as he steals small kisses form you “or we can walk? your place’s near right?” you reply, everyone was already gone to ask for a ride but he liked the idea of having some alone time with you, so,  he picked you up and placed you on his back “To the Batcave!” he runs as you hold onto him as tight as you could.

4:05 AM

You peacefully walked on the side of the street as cars passed by, one thing that you loved about walking at night was the lack of noise, the night wasn’t completely quiet, you could still hear the cars in the distance, people coming in and out of bars or whatever, the breeze was the perfect temperature and the city lights of New York were shone beautifully.

Hand in hand you walked with your latest conquest as he so eloquently put it, conversation flowing, “I got cheated on once, it fucking sucks” You both laughed at the obvious statement “I thought we were going steady and she got bored” he shrugged, “it was a while ago, but it definitely messed with my head” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, it brought him comfort and you as well. 

“You know what’s fucking hilarious though? I was planning on breaking up with him…ok don’t judge me” you laughed, “but I just stayed with him because it was easier to stay in a mediocre relationship than actually fight for my happiness…plus he had a hot tub” you felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t judge you, his face remained the same, attentive.

Bucky took your hand and kissed each one of your knuckles “I got a really nice bathtub” he murmured into your skin with a smirk, your heart fluttered to what he implied so you jumped and kissed his cheek, holding onto his arm for dear life, content with how the day turned out.

4:38 AM

After smoking yet another joint together you were now straddling your dancer’s lap on his bathtub “It really is a nice bathtub” You grinned between kisses and he laughed, his hands roaming your soft skin under your clothes, you were heaven on earth he kept thinking, he was about to kiss you again but was interrupted by your phone ringing, which made both of you sigh in frustration.

You knew who it was, Jake had been calling over and over for the last 20 minutes and Bucky had enough of the bastard, “Answer him” he ordered, to which you raised an eyebrow “I- can’t I- seriously?” you say almost shocked “You know what you wanna say to him, so say it” he encouraged with a soft smile.

Without thinking twice you pick up, “Finally! what took you so long to pick up?” Jake barks, you have the phone on speaker so Bucky could listen, and he already hated how the jerk talked to you, making him grip your waist with possessiveness.

“What do you want?” you ask almost uninterested, “Baby please forgive me” he cries as if you could ever believe anything he said to you, “I’m so so fucking sorry, what else do you want me to say?!”, to that you let out an unamused laugh “just stop fucking saying you’re sorry, time to put on your big boy pants and take responsibility” you snark, which oddly, turns on bucky beyond belief.

Like a magnet, his lips start leaving love bites on your neck, making you gulp, “Babe let’s be honest, in a month you’ll be begging me to get back together, we both know you need someone to take care of you, you can’t be alone, you need me” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and then you really were done with his bullshit.

“Listen closely you fucktard, stop saying you’re sorry, stop begging me to forgive you, you were a waste of my time and the only reason I didn’t break up with you sooner was because it was convenient for me to stay with your sorry ass” you bark.

You could keep going but now Bucky was humming against your pulse, finding it incredibly hot how you stood up for yourself, he peppered you with hot open kisses that made your mind even fuzzier than the weed, “And I can take care of myself ass” you hiss in delight, it was meant to be an insult but Bucky was making you feel so good…

“Fucking drop that call”, bucky growled into your neck loud enough to be heard over the phone, then sunk his teeth into your soft skin, making you moan, unintentionally into the phone, before dropping it and gripping Bucky’s hair for support as you rubbed against the bulge on his pants “Fuck I can’t wait to make you mine” he moaned, dreaming of all the possibilities, of everything he wanted to do with and to you.

Despite the chills you felt down your spine, despite feeling exactly the same way, you laugh, “Honey… do you think it’s gonna be that easy?” you coo, drunk in power, you devour his perfect pink lips.

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[cuips-not-cute]

A sex tape is...crazy. It's totally crazy. It wouldn't work, it's worse than any of Steve's other ideas because...well, because Steve is straight. And hopeful. And stupid.

It wouldn't work.

"No way," Eddie says. "I'm not gonna make a fucking sex tape."

Steve leans down, gets in his face. Eddie's breath hitches.

"Why not?" Steve asks. "You scared?"

"Let me go," Eddie says instead of answering. "Please."

"No," Steve says simply. "No, I'm not gonna let you go until you stop giving up on yourself."

"It's not worth it," Eddie tries, still trying to get free. He's a little worried that this proximity, this weight of Steve's body on his, is gonna complicate things. "Just let me go."

"No. You haven't listened to me. Stop being a self-sacrificial little shit and listen." Steve shifts, sitting on him for a brief second while he adjusts, settling in to the idea of holding Eddie down for as long as he needs. His hands move to pin his wrists, his weight coming down more solidly over Eddie's hips.

Eddie's dick twitches. He has to fight back a moan.

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[marthawrites]

Could you write smut for Aemond targaryen with the prompts 17,40,44,47,53 and 54 maybe with a targaryen reader? Just something gentle, sweet and soft <3 btw I’m talking abt this prompt list

I absolutely can! Apologies for making you wait since January for this. I hope you're still around to see (and, fingers crossed) enjoy it!

"Vok" (Perfect)

Aemond Targaryen x sister reader

Word count: 2.6k+

About: You and Aemond pledged to each other long ago. Tonight, beneath the blanket of darkness, you revel in each other's adoration.

Includes: SMUT. Featuring brother x sister incest, Aemond is soft but only to his little sister, dirty talk, female masturbation, guided masturbation, praise, unprotected vaginal sex, and a splash of breeding kink

Note: Hello lovely reader! It's been a hot minute since I've wrote Aemond - the posters and trailers have me going (affectionately) insane! Triple warning: this fic is brother x sister targcest. If you do not like that KEEP ON SCROLLING. This is my first time writing this dynamic. Reader is implied to have silver hair, pale skin, and purple eyes. Everything else is up to you! As always, I hope you enjoy this fic! ❤️

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To the realm, Aemond Targaryen was the cruel prince. Aloof, stoic, unforgiving.

To the realm, he was an ambitious and willful young man who rode Vhagar, the largest and oldest dragon in the world–the same dragon who helped Queen Visenya conquer Westeros.

To the realm, he was the second son of King Viserys. And, as such, would play the game of nobility by putting duty above love–marrying outside of his Targaryen lineage to seed dragons further into the world.

To you, his little sister and second daughter of King Viserys, he was your protector. 

Your secret.

A poorly kept secret in some corners of the castle; nosy servants and their obnoxious fucking tendencies. But, with Aemond’s less than idle threats about cutting the tongue out of anyone’s throat who would speak about it, it ended up being a well-kept secret.

The second son and second daughter of the Dragon King; who better to love, and cherish, and pledge to, than each other?

Aemond would sooner die than see you marry off to some lowly lord of a “great” House. You were the blood of Old Valyria. Everyone–no matter their feats–was lowly in comparison to you. And you, his sweet sister, deserved only the best.

Barely a year separated your ages. Neither of you remembered a life without the other.

Long before you gave your maidenhead to your brother you gave him your heart. And your heart he held.

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The night was late. These dark hours were some of the only unadulterated times you had together. Aemond kissed you slowly, passionately, gently stroking along your cheeks with his thumbs as he did. You were tangled in his bed together. You, stripped down to only your shift, and him, stripped down to only his sleep trousers. One of your shift’s thin straps kept sliding down your shoulder, and each time it did Aemond’s warm mouth kissed over the smooth lovely skin. You panted soft sounds–each feminine simper jolting right to his cock–as he lavished you in affection. 

“You’re kissing me silly, lēkia (brother). My head feels full of bees and I’m hot. So, so hot,” you whispered against his kiss-swollen mouth. “Will you not feel for yourself?” He hadn’t yet made a move to touch you where you really, truly, wanted him; something that had you whining and pouting. While his hands alternated between stroking your face and groping your body–waist, hips, thighs–yours were buried in his hair. It was all down and free. The silken sheet of it spilled over his shoulders, spilled over you, and you relished the feel of it inside your hands. Against your bare skin. “Please?”

“Please what, hāedar? (little sister)” He asked, voice mellow with just the right amount of rumble from his chest.

“Please touch me,” you answered, back naturally arching to press your soft body against the hard planes of his own.

Another low sound came from him. He pressed a warm, wide palm up the perfect curve of your back until he squeezed into the nape of your hair. “Such a pretty word from a pretty mouth. Have my kisses made you ache with need, byka zaldrīzes (little dragon)?”

“Yes.” The single word, its single syllable, rolled off your tongue before your brain even fully registered his question. You stared at him desperately. One eye was so beautiful; so ancient in its color and proclamation, just like your own. The other reflected faceted edges of the sapphire he wore in place of his missing eye. You didn’t know which was more enchanting.

“How long can you go, hm? Without me touching you?”

“W-what?”

He laughed. A rumble beneath his pale, taut chest. “How long before you succumb to madness by me not touching your perfect cunny?”

“Aemond…,” you whined. Pitiful. “Not much longer! Please, lēkia, I need you, please.”

A serpent’s grin curved his mouth and darkened his eye as he shifted positions with you. Now, he sat upright with his back against his headboard and pulled you to sit in front of him. 

You nestled between his legs, your back flush with his chest, and his stiff cock rested against the small of your back. A blush bloomed beneath your cheeks. You knew lust ran as wild in his veins as it did in yours.

“Tell me, sweet sister…,” he started, whispering by your ear. Both his hands cupped and squeezed over your breasts. Their softness melted against his palms and he groaned at the sensation. Perfect. You were so fucking perfect. “Have you touched yourself to peak before?”

A stammer replaced the little mewl in your throat. “H-how do you mean?”

He laughed again, pinching your nipples. “Mm… are you sure?”

Lust and need and fire roared in your blood to the point of almost drowning everything else out. “I d-don’t understand,” you admitted. But, it was a lie. You knew what he meant. You could only hope he’d go easy on you so you wouldn't have to admit, prove, or say you knew what he spoke of.

“Why are you playing shy with me, hāedar? I think you know exactly what I mean. There is no shame in it,” he spoke sly, hands pushing the hem of your shift up until he held the material in a fist upon your abdomen. With his other hand he tugged your smallclothes down your bare legs, tossing them off. The flats of all his fingers ghosted over your exposed cunt. Testing you. Feeling you. He hissed an inward breath. “Fuck–”, he growled. “‘Tis a good thing I was born a prince. Gods know if I had this wet little cunt between my thighs I wouldn’t get anything done. Ever. For how often I’d fuck myself silly on my own fingers.”

Aemond’s vulgarity sent a coil of tension wringing in your belly. Slick arousal pooled hotter beneath his touch. Your clit throbbed–the little pearl silently screaming for attention. “Yes,” you breathed, shuddering.

“Yes, what?”

Your older brother wasn’t going easy on you. “Yes. I… I know what you speak of. And.. yes, I do. Sometimes…,” you admitted with a wave of embarrassment.

Somehow he grew harder against the small of your back. He throbbed. “Show me,” he demanded.

“What! Aemond, no. Please, please, please no. Don’t make me show you.” Mortification replaced your previous embarrassment. Yet, your spine quivered with another rush of liquid arousal.

“I would love nothing more than to see how you bring yourself pleasure. Do you think of me when you do, byka zaldrīzes?”

You nodded. Dizziness warbled your brain. 

“Such a sweet perfect thing,” he cooed. He'd felt that nervous energy tense you. He also saw the exquisite thrum of your pulsepoint beneath your neck, too. Two sides of the same coin: carnal desire. When he spoke again it dripped with wicked passion. “Don’t be nervous, I'll guide you through it.”

It had been quite some time since you last brought yourself to climax all on your own. Aemond was always more than eager to give you pleasure. Tonight, however, something was different. Idly you wondered what it could be. Before you thought about it too much, Aemond guided your dominant hand to that delicate space between your thighs. You gasped at the sensation of your own touch. Torture never felt so divine. Your little bud sang as you circled it, rubbed over it. You sighed sweetly. “How did you make me so wet?”

It took controlled effort to not spill himself across your back at that very moment. “Spread your legs for me, princess. Let me see and hear what you’re doing.”

You obeyed. With your legs spread wider, now, it was all the easier to resume your previous motions. Flicking and rubbing over your bud felt divine–excited little sounds already spilled from your mouth. You ached inside, too, wanting–needing–to be stretched around something. The memory of Aemond's long fingers pumping into you while his thumb claimed your clit had your face hot. You couldn't reach those same spots he could. You bit your bottom lip, whimpering.

Aemond watched from above with a hungry lecherous eye. Beneath your shift he could see your breasts, slope of belly… and then further below, your creamy thighs spilled wide open. Fuck–he was so hard his back hurt. Your girlish sounds sent his desire blazing. “Your little clit is so achy, isn’t it? I know how much you like it played with,” he said by your ear. “Do you ever go inside?”

You nodded, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder. You stayed on your pearl, still, legs tensing with bliss as it warmed and tingled your blood.

“Show me,” he growled again. “Be a good girl. And afterward? Don’t worry, I'll take care of you. Promise.” 

Without hesitation you pushed two of your fingers into your warmth. Your body squeezed around the intrusion, inner walls flexing, trying to pull them in deeper. A gasped moan left your parted lips. “I-I’ve never done this before.” You’ve never shown anyone this before is what you meant. Aemond knew what you meant.

“I know. Shh… it’s okay, I'll guide you through it.” He gently touched the top of your hand and relished your little tendons flexing with the effort of your self pleasure. He pushed–coaxing your fingers deeper, silently urging you along. More. 

Soon the wet sounds of your hand against pink swollen flesh mingled with your moans. Lewd. Dirty. You tried to stay quiet. You really did. But it felt too good, and Aemond’s hand on yours guiding you along had your toes curling. Of course he would help you. Of course he wouldn’t let you do it all on your own. “Aem..!,” you whimpered, hips rocking with your movements. “‘M close.”

“I got you,” he whispered, voice heavy.

As soon as your fingers found that little patch of hidden nerves along your walls, you weren’t able to hold on much longer. The bliss, all at once, became too much. Tension snapped in your belly as colors flashed behind your closed eyelids. Your legs trembled at the tip of your peak, and as you crested downwards Aemond held you tighter against him.

“Vok (perfect),” he said as he watched you. How perfect you were with your silver hair framing your face. How perfect you looked when ecstasy became too much. How fucking perfect your eyes were as they opened and locked on his, bright and glassy with excitement. 

You carefully pulled your fingers free and began to turn around to face him. Before you could, however, he held you tighter against him. Confusion furrowed your brow and whatever you were about to say was cut off by his impatience.

“I’m greedy, byka zaldrīzes. Go on, one more time. I know you can do it. Show me again how you peak.”

Without arguing you again settled back against him. You planted your feet along the outside of his legs, spilling your thighs open wider than they were before. You angled your hips to the perfect position and this time a third finger joined your previous two. This time you fucked yourself without shame–not that you held on to it long in the first place.

Aemond all but snarled behind you, absolutely ravenous at the sight of three of your little fingers pumping and curling up into your body. He moved a hand downward, too, and the pads of those fingers worked over your clit in time with your pumps.

“Gods! Aem–!” You quivered against him. The addition of his lascivious attention had your hips squirming. Wanton moans, no longer trying to stay quiet, had your mind blanking. Nothing existed outside of you and Aemond. Nowhere existed outside of the spaces in which your bodies touched. Climax found you faster this time. Your second orgasm had you crumbling against him. Sweat sheened your brow. Your face bloomed. Sated. You were wholly sated.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Such a good girl. Giving me exactly what I wanted,” he kissed you, stealing your lips in a kiss that had you floating all over again. You could have fallen asleep right there in his arms and been the happiest thing in the realm. Breaking away, he added, “now I’ve a promise to make up to you, hm?”

Honestly, you’d forgotten about it. But, now that he mentioned it, your belly did a silly little flop.

With great care, Aemond moved from behind you and stood. Offering a hand to you, he said, “take your clothes off and lay on your back.”

And with that, you both finally shed the last pieces of your clothing. 

Laying like he said, you leaned back on your elbows to prop yourself up to still see your brother. Spilled messy hair, tall lean body littered with nicked scars, sapphire eye on full display…hard cock blushed angry red with need. They say Targaryen’s are closer to Gods than men, and with the hearth’s orange light reflecting on his ivory form, you believed him to be a God.

Aemond thought the same about you as you laid there bathed in the moonlight and hearthlight. 

“Spread your legs for your lēkia, I want to see you.”

As soon as you did–proudly showing off the slick mess of two climaxes, Aemond pumped along his rigid length. Despite butterflies twirling in your belly, your smile up at him was purely feline.

To Aemond’s credit, his voice only broke slightly when he said, “get on your hands and knees.”

You did. You dipped your spine as low as it could comfortably go, propping your ass up for him. As much as he loved fucking you with your legs wrapped around his waist, you knew he loved this position, too. “Māzigon va, lēkia (come on, brother),” you purred. “Keep to your promise.”

In an instant one of his hands squeezed harshly into the fat of your hip while the other spread the meat of your ass apart. He planted one foot firmly on the bed, and the other stayed rooted on the ground. The position gave him more leverage, and power, and control as he loomed above you. With a flex of his entire abdomen he pushed forward; the hot stretch of your body around him had both of you gasping. “I plan on leaving a babe in your belly tonight, hāedar. That way mother will have no other choice than to wed us,” he groaned, pulling backwards only to snap his hips against the smooth underside of your cheeks once again. And again.

You fisted the sheets as Aemond fucked you. You moaned your delight at his words, nodding. “Yes, please,” you panted. “Faster,” you begged.

His thrusts were precise and brutal. The slap of your smacking skin was utterly depraved and you hated–no, loved–how it made you impossibly wetter. Aemond did too. “Already squeezing around me? Fuck–I’m not going to last much longer,” he said, strained.

You began to push back against him, meeting his thrusts halfway with a frenzied need to make him release. “Fill me. Fill me up, Aem,” you still begged, breathing heavily. 

He rutted against you with the same need–a primal haze taking over as his stones began to tighten. His fingers dented firmly into your flesh as he continued plunging in and out of you. Instinct to spill his seed built by the moment and soon he became sloppy. He grunted and growled, and with a final shove–cock buried as deep as it could be inside your walls–he spent against your body’s end. Pulse after mighty pulse emptied his spend into you. Stray strands of hair stuck to a sheen of sweat upon his forehead.

You joined him in peak; left boneless and exhausted after three orgasms. Even at the top of your bliss, and his, he never eased until you were both done.

Aemond pulled his softening length out from you and urged you to fall forward upon his bed. You followed his motion and happily laid there. Naked, glowing, and full. You reached a hand out to pull him to you. “Avy jorrāelan (i love you).”

Aemond easily settled next to you, scooping you into him. “Avy jorrāelan tolī (i love you too),” he said between slow, satisfied kisses.

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[folkwhoredoll]

library affections - rafe cameron x fem!reader

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

synopsis: there are two things that you love in this world; rafe and books

word count: 0.9k

warnings/tags: none, just fluff with sweet boyfriend!rafe

a/n: hi everyone! i don't think i can ever thank you all enough for your support in all of my works :< tbh i did not expect to gain so much interaction because this blog is still relatively new but here you all are and i appreciate each and every one of you <3 this fic is another fluff boyfriend!rafe fic (is it obvious that i like fluff so much lmao) and i've written this a while ago. i hope you'll like this one! if you have a request or prompt in mind, feel free to send me a message. happy reading!

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Being a regular visitor at the Camerons' estate has familiarized you with every corner of the house. Now, you have memorized every room and decoration, immediately spotting whatever is newly added. The Camerons didn't mind your presence, with your family being a close friend of theirs. Thus, it was no surprise that you ended up dating the one and only son of Ward Cameron.

With his father and stepmother often occupied and his sisters frequently out with friends, you and Rafe usually find yourselves with the house to yourselves, save for the occasional presence of the household staff. Yet, you've never minded.

Today follows a similar pattern. Ward left for a morning meeting, Wheezie went to school, and Sarah departed at noon to join John B's group. Surprisingly, even Rafe isn't home, having agreed to a golf outing with Topper and Kelce. Although he initially invited you to join, you declined, preferring to avoid the "boy talk" and the scorching sun. Thus, you find yourself waiting for Rafe in the living room, idly scrolling through your phone.

It's been around two in the afternoon when you got bored, sighing and deciding to stand up to walk around the house. Your feet already know where you're going when you face the familiar entrance to the Camerons' Library.

This room is your most loved spot in the whole estate, apart from Rafe's room. The vast shelves of bright book covers from different times always amaze you. If you could, you'd live in this room. Rafe has found you exploring this library countless times; even his sisters know it's the first place to check when you're not around the house.

Quickly scanning the shelves for a book, you settled upon a fantasy fiction novel, clutching the book as you made your way to a couch by the window. The first few chapters had you hooked immediately, eyes rapidly passing through every word as you moved chapter by chapter. The book was so good that it blanked your other senses, making you jump when you suddenly heard Rafe's voice.

"I knew you'd be here." He smirked, still in his golfing outfit, as he stood over you.

"Hi, Rafe." You smiled up at him, putting the book down on your lap. "How's golfing?"

Rafe plopped beside you, stretching his legs and putting an arm around your shoulder. "It was good. I got bored with Top's whining about his break-up with Sarah, so I left."

You chuckled when you saw his eyes roll, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips. "They were together for a long time. You can't blame him."

"I guess." He shrugged before flashing you a flirty grin. "But I also want to spend time with my girl."

You snorted. "Yeah, okay."

"What? I do! I feel guilty about leaving you here alone." He defended.

"I don't mind, Rafe." You spoke.

"Hm. I bet you don't. But still."

You raised your brows, silently urging him to explain what he meant.

"I just mean that you were too distracted by that book, baby. I could've been an intruder, but you wouldn't even know. What is that about anyway?"

Your eyes lit up at his question; you've always loved speaking about the books you've read. And Rafe loved hearing you talk, even if he's mostly confused.

"I just started reading it, so I don't really know what it's about yet, but there's this girl, and she has electricity powers!" You started excitedly.

Rafe listened intently. He couldn't help but feel affection for you, marveling at how your eyes sparkled with passion for the story. Despite the chaotic world outside, at this moment, it was just the two of you, surrounded by the tranquility of the library.

As you continued to talk, Rafe's mind wandered, reflecting on how much you meant to him. You were the one person who could effortlessly penetrate his tough exterior, revealing the softer, more vulnerable side of him that he often kept hidden from the world. He felt at ease with you, free to be himself without fear of judgment or ridicule.

Lost in his thoughts, Rafe reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You paused mid-sentence, startled by the sudden touch, before leaning into his hand, relishing the warmth of his touch.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you noticed the distant look in his eyes.

Rafe shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nothing, I'm just... happy. Happy to be here with you."

A soft blush colored your cheeks as you met his gaze, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. At that moment, surrounded by the scent of old books and the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the window, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

Leaning in, Rafe pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with emotion as you returned his affectionate gaze.

With a contented sigh, Rafe settled back against the couch, pulling you closer until you were nestled against his side. Together, you sat in comfortable silence, basking in the simple pleasure of each other's company.

At that moment, surrounded by the familiar comforts of the library, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, everything would be okay.

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[hearttjason]

Please please please AKJason x reader where he's usually a big grump, but when his s/o starts to feel abdominal pain and can't keep food down, he gets all protective and caring. They spend the week together being all lovey dovey (reader even wears his clothes..) this can lead to smut or more fluff, writers choice!!

(also I've been having these bad stomach aches so that is why I ask.. thank you!! 😭)

AN: this is adorable😭 i hope your stomach feels better soon!! :( this is pretty much my first fic..feedback is greatly appreciated!!

I’ve got you.

pairing: jason todd x (gn) reader

warnings: none, pure fluff :)

you were lying in you and jason's shared bed in your tiny apartment. the stomach aches you'd been feeling for a few days haven't ceased and you had no idea what to do about them. pain medicine didn't seem to work so you resorted to lying in bed for most of the day. groaning, you buried yourself more underneath the covers, the blanket swallowing you whole.

the front door had opened and you already knew it was your grumpy boyfriend. his heavy foot steps were heard around the apartment as he groaned and muttered curses under his breath. he must've had a bad day, you can tell because he didn't shout an "i'm home!" like he usually does on a good day. stumbling into the room with half of his armor off, his eyes settle on you- or rather, the you shaped lump.

"babe" he grumbled, trying to get your attention. you only let out a "hnn" in response, trying to bury yourself impossibly more into the mattress. he sat down on the other side of the bed after he rid himself of the rest of his armor. 'hey, what's wrong? talk to me" he whispered. you loved this side of him that only you got to see the soft jason that would move mountains for you or go get your favorite snacks at 3 am. everyone else got the grumpy closed off militia leader jason, but you had a special place in his heart.

a whine was the only thing that left your mouth, it felt impossible to even speak with this goddamn stomach ache. he scooted closer to you, rubbing your back through the blankets you buried yourself in. "talk to me sweetheart, what's got you like this, hm?" your head peeked out from the covers and jason found himself smiling a little at the sight of you. "tummy aches. they've been hurting really bad, can't eat" you mumbled out.

"why didn't you tell me, baby? i could've gotten you medicine or something. how long has this been happening?" "didn't want to bother you, jay. medicine doesn't work and it's been going on for a few days". he hummed for a second, trying to think of what to do. "i have something that'll help. can you turn around for me?" he asks sweetly. you groaned and turned your body so that you were facing him. your eyes were dull, dark circles more prominent and hair messy.

even though you looked like this, he still thought you were absolutely perfect. he smiled and then laid down next to you, cuddling you as you put your face in his chest. "i think this might help, don't you?" he asked with a small giggle. you nodded and miraculously, your stomach was feeling better. "feels a little better, jay. thank you" you sighed out, placing a kiss to his shirt covered chest. he only hummed in response and you both drifted off to sleep peacefully.

the next morning, you stirred awake with a yawn and jason was already staring at you with a small smile. "sleep good?" he asked. you nodded with a smile and kissed his cheek. "you really know how to make me feel better. are you magical?" you teased with a small giggle. "hmm maybe i am..let's get you in the shower and then you can eat, yeah?"

jason would always take care of you, that's what you loved most about him.

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[somewherebetweendisorder]

The Life We Build

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff ?? i think that's it

A/N: originally posted to my old blog (basicallybats). i was originally writing it as an eddie munson fic, but i really wanted it to be jason, so if you notice any typos or mistakes, no you don't. as always, thank you for reading! <3 i do not give permission to copy, repost, or use my work in any way.

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"We need to go to the grocery store."

Your hands are buried in Jason's hair, thick waves curling around your fingers, soft and smelling faintly of your conditioner.

"Huh? Why?"

He tips his head back, so he can see your face, fingers freezing, a page caught between them. You recognize the book. It's your annotated copy of Pride and Prejudice. A soft smile curls at your lips, something painfully saccharine about the fact he prefers your copy; your thoughts.

"Because we have no food, Jay. Did you use my conditioner again?"

"Yeah."

"I know. I can smell it on you."

He snorts, eyes closing as you continue to massage his scalp, shaking his head lightly. "Then why did you ask?"

"I just wanted you to 'fess up. Now c'mon, we need to get food, for real. There's like, half a jar of peanut butter and a beer."

"Sounds like a decent enough dinner."

You remove your hands from his soft locks, and he whines, sitting up and carefully setting your book on the bed beside him. Jason doesn't want to go, you know that, can see the distaste and boredom brewing in his eyes already, but he will go, for you.

"Fine. Get dressed. Let's go."

You pull on an old, well-worn tee of his, slipping on your shoes and trailing him down the hall. He holds open the front door for you, locks it behind himself, jogs down the stairs to meet you at the passenger side door, swinging it open with a flourish.

The drive to the store is quiet, Jason tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music on the radio, bobbing his head gently, one hand on your thigh. The smile on your face didn't go unnoticed as he snuck glances at you out of the corner of his eyes.

Gotham is a god-forsaken place. Smog, trash, the highest crime rate in the nation, and a mile-long list of casualties. Jason remembers what it felt like to be back. The whisper of trauma is at the forefront of his mind. The memories, good and bad, all shot through with something unshakeably bitter. Part of him will always love Gotham, just as part of him will always hate it. But you- You are beautiful. The sort of beautiful that frequently had his heart stalling, breath burning in his lungs when he forgot how to breathe at the sight of your sunny smile, and bright eyes. Your personality and laugh, uncensored and genuine.

You are Jason's diamond in the rough. He can't bring himself to hate Gotham quite the way he did before you, but he can't shake the thought that you'll never reach your full potential here. A flower without enough sunlight can't fully bloom. Fuck, everyone knows Gotham is where good things go to die.

As Jason grabs a shopping cart you walk next to him, sliding your arm through his, a sort of camaraderie.

"We should make a casserole this week," you suggest, eyes reading the signs above the aisles, trying to piece together a meal plan in your head.

"What kind of casserole?"

You sigh, distracted, uncertain. "I don't know. Never mind. I've never even made a casserole."

He bumps his hip against yours gently, silently asking for your attention. He waits until you look at him to speak, lips twitching into a soft smile. "We have that cookbook your grandma gave us. And lasagna counts as a casserole. You've made that plenty of times."

"Does it?"

"Sure."

He's bent on reassurance. Jason knows this is new; cooking is hardly your forte. It would be easier to let him do the cooking, but you've been so eager, and you're taking to it really well. He hates the insecurity bubbling in your voice, he wants it gone. At his insistence, you soften, a bit of tension leaving your shoulders as you nod.

"Okay, we can make lasagna. And what else?"

Your gaze catches on the fresh flowers, bright and fragrant, their sweet smell permeating the air. You look at Jason, desperately curious to see if they've caught his attention too, but they haven't. He's looking at a rack of magazines, leather jacket pulled taught across his shoulders, green eyes crinkling in the corners as he squints at the cover of the newest scandal magazine.

"Good God, Dick is on the cover of another fucking tabloid. I thought he-"

It's an odd thought, this sudden need to pick out flowers with your boyfriend. You long to talk about where you should put them, what color would match your sofa and look nicest in front of the window.

"Jason."

It's not the fact you use his name, his birth name, though this is unusual for you. It's always 'baby' or 'Jay' or 'babes'. No, it's the way you say it. Thick and serious, something he hadn't quite heard before, an almost severe expression taking over your pretty features.

"Y/N? Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing, just- Can we get some flowers?" He watches you shake your head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

It's the domesticity of it. A tender, mundane thing catching up to you as those things often do. Something painfully sweet about it, stability your life lacked until Jason. And now? Now going to the grocery store with him was better than anything you did before. Like cooking, like cleaning, like laying in bed all day, face pressed mercilessly into his skin, breathing him in as he reads to you, just because you could. It was an insatiable craving, one you needed fulfilled right now.

"Sure, baby. You wanna pick some out?"

Your nod is almost imperceptible, arm still curled around his, goosebumps creeping along your flesh. He sees. Sees the light in your eyes, knows you need this moment. Jason knows that every day like this erases those brutally lonely hours from before. Minutes marked with blood and grief, a bitter memory. He knows because these moments do the same for him, setting things right he wasn't sure could be fixed.

Fuck, he'll buy all the flowers here if it brings the carefree smile back to your lips. "What kind do you want?"

"I- I'm not sure. Anything. I'll know the right ones when I see 'em."

He peruses the bouquets, at a loss, this is far outside his comfort zone, but if it makes you happy.

Your wonder hurts his heart, wide eyes and shock every time you find new colors squished together, or flowers you haven't seen before. You should have been given flowers all the time. He checks the price of the bunch in his hands and winces. What he wouldn't give to buy you flowers like this every day. Maybe he should, he thinks.

"How about these?"

Your eyes fall on the wild bouquet of rich, wine roses, flowers in full bloom, overlapping each other, fighting for the gaze of the beholder. They're gorgeous, you can feel them without touching the silken petals, velvet. "They're nice."

He sees it on your face, the dismissal, the gentle rejection. The flowers are pretty, too pretty even, gaudy, and suffocating. They're the type of thing that would fit well in Bruce's home, but not yours. Far too formal, far too showy; you want something sweeter.

"They don't match… Anything at home."

"We'd have to pick weeds to match our apartment."

His words come too fast, voice flat, deadpan, shooting for humor, missing, falling by the wayside in a shallow bitterness. He sees the hurt in your expression the instant the words gush past his lips, a geyser of ill-timed distress. Fumbling, rushing forward, trying to make it right, he presses on. "I'm kidding. That was an exaggeration. We make a nice life. It's just we-"

He stops, letting the chatter of other patrons and the store radio fill the silence as he watches tears build in your eyes, shimmering beneath the harsh fluorescents.

"I'm kidding."

You know he wasn't. He meant the words, frustrated with dead-end jobs and your meager incomes, scraping by with just enough. He wanted more for you, more for himself, more of a future. But all you heard was the immediate dissatisfaction. It wasn't enough, it was never enough.

You shove the small cluster of sunflowers you're holding into his chest, plastic wrapping crinkling, flowers smushed against his chest with the severity of your action.

"I need to use the restroom. You can put these back. I'll meet you at the checkout."

"Baby I- Y/N!"

You run. There's not enough care in your bones to think about how odd it is for a grown woman to be running through the store, stumbling into the restroom, tears already tracking down her face.

Hands braced against the cool countertop, you stare at the water droplets scattered across the laminate from whoever last washed their hands. It's a fascinating pattern, water catching the light. A tear falls, splatters on the surface, and shines too. How pathetic are you that you're hiding in here, waiting for the onslaught of emotion to pass before you can face your boyfriend again? Before you can face his disdain?

Minutes drag by, the tears slowing and finally stopping. Red eyes stare back at you, bloodshot and hollow. With a harsh tug, you turn on the faucet, splashing cool water on your face, hoping it soothes the obvious signs of crying.

Time is up, you can't stall any longer. With a fortifying gulp of oxygen, you drag the paper towel harshly across your face, wiping away the water, and push the door open. Jason is waiting there, shopping cart abandoned a few feet away, leaning against the wall, local business cards pinned to the wall next to store notices, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"Baby."

You're frozen, eyes locked on the overlapping flyers and cards on the wall over his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze. Jason can see it. The remnants of salt tracks on your cheeks, eyes red and puffy, lashes clumped together from the water you hastily splashed on your face in a harried attempt to cover your reaction. 

He wishes he could rewind, take back the past few minutes, and unsay those words, spare you the heartache. He knows he can't; it's a pointless wish, spent in vain like the coins he tossed in the well with his mother all those years ago. 

"Baby," he repeats, voice low, shoulders sagging when you ignore him. "Y/N, just look at me, please."

His voice isn't him, isn't Jason, viscid like a flower soaked with dew, drooping beneath his regret. He's too pretty, too serious, you shouldn't let him wallow in it, you know that. But his words were too real, too close to that oozy, rotten spot in your heart that cries for acceptance. 

It takes everything in you to drag your gaze to his, jarring when you meet those eyes, deep and sorry, churning like an earthen ocean, soil and sediment devouring itself. It's like watching the earth cave in. It's alarming, unsettling, it makes you want to touch his face and beg for the promise that it's all okay. 

Is it though?

"I'm sorry. What I said- It came out wrong. I would never insult the life we've built, I-"

"You did though, Jay. You did insult it. You pissed all over it."

Jason winces at your bluntness, nearly an idiom, yet far from it. He focuses on your words, playing them over and over, watching your lips twist sardonically, building a wall around yourself. "It's fine, okay? I get it."

"No, you don't." He finds his voice, gruff with the nasty feeling building in his stomach, unable to be gentle in the wake of his own despondency. 

"Can we just go home? I don't want to have this conversation here."

Movements stilted, uncoordinated he moves to the abandoned shopping cart, hands wrapping around the handle in a white-knuckled grip. He takes two steps, yanks the cart back, and turns to you so abruptly that you nearly collide with his chest. 

"No. No, we are going to have this conversation now, otherwise you'll never have it. You know damn well I wasn't insulting you, or our home, or our life."

Blank-faced, eyes a hollow shade of their usual verdancy, you don't show any sign you really heard his words. 

He's never felt this before, desperate and shaky with wanting- no needing you to understand. Why does this feel so insurmountable? His hands land on your shoulders, large, hot, scarred, shaking just enough to inspire a rise out of you. 

You swat his hands away, fresh tears burning tracks down your face, humiliating, telling. "I care, okay! Damn you, Jason, I care!"

You suck in air too fast, choke on it, a strangled sob dancing on your lips, free falling. Hands useless on his chest, feigning a shove, curling in his soft tee shirt and pulling him closer. Tucked away in your little nook, no one is around, no one sees the mania tainting the air. Lovers begging forgiveness for the transgression of misunderstanding. 

He buries his face in your hair, hiding his face, hiding his relief at your touch, at your admission. "I care too. I care that I've tied you to this hell hole with almost no chance of getting out."

"You don't get it, do you?"

Jason can barely hear, your voice smothered by his chest, the fabric of his shirt, his hearing a bit unreliable from too many head wounds. "Get what?"

"I don't want more. I don't want... I don't know what you envision, but my happiness is this. Buying groceries with you and, and- Gotham. My happiness is fucking Gotham if I'm here with you. I don't need-"

"You deserve-"

"Do not interrupt me, Jason Todd!"

He recoils, stung, chastised, conceding quickly, lips pressed into a thin line. "Okay."

"I do not need anything more. I don't need a big house or a safer city to play in or whatever it is you think I ought to have. Deserve? I don't even know what that means. But I want you, and I'm content with this life. Until you start picking it apart and making it seem like it's not good enough for you. I cannot tolerate that. I won't." 

He waits, the silence stretching on and on, like the fraying string on a shirt that refuses to snap, until he is certain you're finished.

"You're right."

"That's all?"

"No. It's much more than that. But-"

He releases you, feeling your hands release his shirt slowly, confused as he steps back, raking his hands through his hair. 

"You asked me so nicely for flowers. Let's start again. And we can finish at home, like you asked."

You blink. Once, twice, three times, trying to process, waiting to see if any argument floats to the surface of thought, but none does. Nodding, you step to his side, following him quietly to the tables of flowers once more. 

It happens at the same moment, your eyes find the simple bunch of sunflowers and baby's breath the second his do. Understated and sweet, the type of flowers to catch your eye and hold it with a strange fascination. 

"These?" you ask, eyes never leaving the buds, fingers tentatively caressing the soft petals. 

"Yeah. I like those. They're pretty."

They are pretty. And suddenly, you need to see him, touch him. Placing the bouquet back you turn to him, cool hands pressed to his warm cheeks, eyes tracing soft lips, and the strong line of his nose. Those eyes that say secret things to you, things his lips could never speak. The panic and overwhelming nature of the trip are still fresh in your mind, but his eyes say he understands, his eyes reflect the same image as yours and it's less. Less upsetting, less frustrating, less misconstrued. 

"I get it too."

Your words soothe the cuts on his heart, shallow and stinging like paper cuts. His lips are on yours before he knows what's happening, no self-control left at this moment.

It's over too fast, a promise, a vow, an apology. You know; you feel it, trying to pass over all of your love in return. It's enough, more than enough because he smiles when he pulls away, kisses a trail up your nose to your forehead, and into your hairline. 

"I love you, Jay."

"I love you, Y/N."

Gotham isn't much, your apartment isn't much, and a single bouquet of flowers in your drab little living room is hardly anything at all. But it's plenty for you, plenty for Jason. It's enough. 

#jason todd #baby jason #jason todd fluff #jason todd angst #red hood #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader

[laurenairay]

you've been sent to save me - N. MacKinnon

Summary: what’s meant to be will always find a way.

Rachel Summers can’t stand Nathan MacKinnon. But when a mutual friend’s wedding pulls them together, will anything change?

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: some angst, some bad language

A/N: Here is my fic for @fallinallincurls birthday bingo! I chose wedding season/dates, forced proximity, meddling best friend, and invisible string theory. This was a lot of fun to write (and I can't believe I've never written a full fic for Nate before!), so I hope you enjoy it Bre! Sorry it's a bit late!

Title from always been you, by Shawn Mendes.

~

Invisible string theory suggests that everyone has someone in their lives who is attached to them by an invisible string that transcends time, distance, and geography. It’s fate.

~

June 2023

“There’s just one more thing.”

“Oh?” Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nate’s going to be a groomsman.”

Rachel immediately groaned, tilting her head backwards. A little dramatic perhaps but for Nathan MacKinnon? It was justified. She’d been over the moon when her childhood friend had asked her to be a bridesmaid for her wedding next summer, but now knowing that Nathan was going to be in the wedding party too?

“It’s bad enough that I can’t avoid that grumpy smirky fucker whenever he’s back for the summer, but now I can’t even avoid him for the happiest day of your life?”

“It really will be the happiest day of my life, won’t it?” she sighed happily.

“Angie, focus,” Rachel snapped, unable to stop herself from huffing out a laugh. She wanted to stay mad at her friend, but it was hard with the dreamy look on her face.

Angela just giggled. “Look, Brad has been friends with him for years, you know that. And I can’t change that – I’m sure it’ll be fine?”

“Angie!” Rachel whined.

She just laughed harder. “Rach, I will make sure he won’t act like an ass. I promise!”

“I’ll believe that the day I see it.”

~

June 2024

It was finally time for Angela’s wedding. After a full year of planning – helping choose the bridesmaid dresses, the hair and make-up trials, the hen do itself, spending her weekends making table decorations – the fateful weekend had finally arrived. Rachel had been given the option to travel up a couple of days early ahead of the wedding ceremony on the Saturday, so she’d eagerly booked the time off work, and was travelling to Inverary Resort bright and early on the Thursday morning. Rachel was ready to settle in and relax with the rest of the bridal party, all friends over the years from Cole Harbour, to celebrate one of her oldest friends marrying the love of her life.

What could possibly go wrong?

After 3 and a half hours of driving, Rachel was ready to kick her shoes off and pick up a cocktail, and as she spotted Angela running happily out of the main building towards her as she parked her car, she found a smile spreading across her face. This weekend was going to be amazing, she just knew it.

“You made it! How was the journey? We got in a few hours ago and it was fine for us – was it still okay for you?”

Rachel just grinned at her friend’s happy rambling, throwing her shoulder-length dark waves up into a basic ponytail before grabbing her bags out of her backseat. Thankfully the transportation of the bridesmaid dresses – a gorgeous olive green that suited Rachel’s dark hair and tanned skin perfectly -  were taken care of by Angela’s mom so she hadn’t had to worry about creasing that.

The two of them caught up as Angela walked her through the main lobby of the resort, picking up Rachel’s room key as well as a glass of complimentary prosecco. Rachel tried not to get too wide-eyed over the beauty of the venue, but it was hard not to gawp. The views alone were amazing, and she wasn’t even on the water’s edge yet. From what she understood, for the accommodation on site there was a main lodge with the majority of rooms, as well as whole bunch of individual cottages. Rachel had chosen to stay in the main lodge, as a single guest, so at least she didn’t have to walk far with her luggage.

“Alright, here you are. There are a few other guests already here so get settled and then come downstairs to meet us for drinks. It’s just a chilled day today, touring the grounds and relaxing really, with a dinner tonight at the Lakeside restaurant,” Angela explained, “I’ll see you soon?”

“You got it,” Rachel grinned.

Angela’s enthusiasm was infectious at the very least, and Rachel could feel herself buzzing as she unpacked her bags. She couldn’t wait explore the grounds of the resort – and she was more than ready for the spa morning tomorrow in the Glasgow house cottage that Rachel had set up for the bride’s party – but first, drinks.

After freshening up with a spritz of perfume and a swipe of lipgloss, Rachel left her room, phone and room key in hand.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

No fucking way.

Rachel turned her head to see the last person she wanted to see standing two doors down from her with a suitcase at his side. He must’ve just arrived. It was just her luck that his room was so close to hers – Angela had better not had a hand in that – as always during the summers when he was home, it was like she couldn’t escape him. Nathan MacKinnon was everywhere.

“Look what the cat coughed up,” Rachel shot back, fake smile at full capacity.

Nate just snorted, rolling his eyes. “Aww don’t front, Rach, you know you missed me.”

“Like a thorn in my foot,” she said dryly, “And don’t call me Rach.”

Rach was for friends only. And Nate was no friend.

Nate held his hands up in surrender with a snicker, finally unlocking his room door.

“If you find yourself lonely in the middle of the night, you know where to find me,” Nate smirked.

“Eurgh, in your dreams,” she grimaced.

“Yes, frequently.”

No. Just no. The audacity.

Rachel gagged dramatically, hamming up the noises, and to her surprise Nate burst out into laughter, leaning against the doorframe as his face scrunched. That had to be the first time he’d laughed so genuinely with just her. She hated the way it made her stomach fill with butterflies.

“Oh man, I needed that,” Nate grinned, still chuckling, “I’ll see you down at the lounge bar?”

More bewildered than anything else, Rachel just nodded. “Yeah, see you.”

What the hell was that?

~

Angela’s plans for the spa morning on the Friday couldn’t have been more perfect, if for nothing else than to clear Rachel’s mind. Over the space of 4 hours, Rachel (plus the other three bridesmaids, Angela, Angela’s mom, and Angela’s soon-to-be mother-in-law) got a manicure, pedicure, and a facial, on top of full use of the sauna and pool. It was exactly what Rachel needed to wind down from her work week (and the weirdness with Nate yesterday) and relax ahead of the big wedding day tomorrow. By the happy glow on the bridal party’s faces, everyone else agreed.

After a light lunch, the full wedding party met up in the main lodge, ready for a rehearsal. Angela and Brad had wanted a full walkthrough of the running order, timings, and placements of the day, just so they were prepared, which Rachel wasn’t going to complain about in the slightest. It could never hurt to be ready.

Not even Nate’s irritating grin as he stood next to her, continuously nudging her with his shoulder, could ruin her peace.

“So, in terms of who will be walking who down the aisle, we’ve paired the groomsmen and bridesmaids up already.”

As the four pairings were called out, Rachel’s stomach sank. She was walking down the aisle with Nathan MacKinnon. Of course she was. So much for peace. This had Angela written all over it, the meddling wench.

“Rach, I-”

“Don’t even say a word to me right now, you giant potato,” Rachel hissed under her voice.

Nate choked out a laugh, leaving Rachel to make her face blank and calmly walk towards the other bridesmaids. Angela’s expression was all but begging her not to cause a scene. Like she would cause something as inelegant as a scene. No, she would wait until there was a moment to pull Angela aside because what the hell was she thinking?

“What the fuck, Angie?”

“Hi Angie, you look incredible Angie, thanks for planning everything ahead of your wedding tomorrow Angie.”

Rachel pursed her lips, hands on hips, but Angie just shrugged, an amused smile on her face. The two of them were in a little alcove in the main lodge, completely hidden from view even though everyone had gone their separate ways, so Rachel didn’t bother to hide her displeasure in her body language.

“I don’t know what you want me to say? The two of you are paired together to walk for all of two minutes. You can handle it,” Angie mused.

“Why him? You could’ve paired me with literally anyone else,” Rachel groaned.

“True, I could’ve, but it’s done now. Besides the two of you could use a little time to be friendly. Or, you know. Friendly.”

Bleurgh. Absolutely not.

“You are the worst and I don’t know why we’re friends,” Rachel grimaced.

“At this point, Stockholm Syndrome?” Angela beamed.

Rachel couldn’t help but to crack a grin, Angela just giggling at her victory.

“It’s two minutes, you will survive it. The two of you will look good together at least...”

What?

They were complete opposites – Nate was blonde, blue eyed, beefy and pale. Rachel was dark-haired, dark-eyed, slim and tan.

What?

“…and Nate’s obsessed with you anyway.”

“Ew, no, he’s not obsessed with me,” Rachel said, sneering slightly.

“No? With everyone else, he’s awkward and dorky. But with you, he’s laser focused. I wonder why,” she said, finishing with an innocent smile.

“Oh gee lucky me! I don’t know, because he’s an ass?” Rachel scowled.

“No, because Nathan MacKinnon’s flirting never matured past pulling pigtails on the school playground,” Angela shot back.

What?

“He’s not flirting,” Rachel scoffed.

Angela paused for a second, gazing over Rachel as if she was trying to figure something out, before she laughed incredulously. “Oh my God, Brad’s going to lose his mind when I tell him. You really can’t see it, can you?”

“See what?”

Rachel didn’t know what her face was doing to reflect her defensive words, but Angela held her hands up in surrender.

“Just take a step back and look at everything. He wants your attention solely on him and this is the only way that’s been successful in catching it. For twenty years – and you know it. Watch him with other people. Watch him with other women. He’s flirting with you, Rach. Just think about it.”

~

Watch him with other people.

Watch him with other women.

He’s flirting with you, Rach.

Just think about it.

Angela’s words swirled around Rachel’s head all through the rest of the day, and it was all she could do to follow her friend’s advice. She watched Nate, all through dinner and the drinks afterwards. She watched how Nate was beaming and friendly with Brad and their Cole Harbour buddies. She watched how Nate was bland and polite with women that flirted with him at the bar. She watched how Nate watched her when men approached her, always catching him looking at her, eyes intense and hot. Why did Angela have to put those seeds of doubt in her head? Why did she have to do it now, the night before the wedding, when there was so much else to think about?

Why did she have to be right?

Nate was so different with her than anyone else, even people they’d known all their lives, and it was completely turning everything she’d ever thought about him on its head. This wasn’t fair. She didn’t need this, not right now. It wasn’t fair.

The wedding day came with no further clarification for her thoughts, her head in full turmoil, and it took all of Rachel’s concentration and willpower to focus on being the best bridesmaid she could be. Angela wasn’t even aware of the way she’d swept the rug out from underneath Rachel’s feet, which was probably for the best if she was being honest, so Rachel just let herself get swept up in the excitement of all the bridal party getting ready together, hair and make-up and dresses and happy tears, all of them looking gorgeous by the end of it – Angela most of all.

As the time came for them to walk down the aisle, Rachel’s nerves were in tatters.

“Rachel Summers, damn. You clean up well,” Nate murmured.

She ignored the shiver his words sent down her spine.

“Bite me MacKinnon.”

He immediately raised an eyebrow, eyes assessing her.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, frowning.

Of course he noticed. Of course.

“Peachy,” she said through gritted teeth, plastering a smile on her face.

“I can tell you’re lying.”

“Gold star for you.”

It felt like an automatic defence to slip into their usual banter, Nate just huffed out a laugh, smirking slightly, all of it serving only to make her feel unsteady. How the hell had she missed this for so long? How easy their connection was? How his bitching was actually…flirting?

“Alright princess, let’s go celebrate our friends,” he mused.

As Nate stuck out his elbow, Rachel inhaled shakily but didn’t hesitate to slip her hand into the crook of his arm. Even through the jacket, she could feel the warmth of his body, the thickness of his bicep, and all she could do was try to keep a straight face, to not let anyone see how the simple touch was making her head spin. What the fuck was happening to her?

They walked in silence, in perfection symmetry, Nate sending her a small smile as they separated at the altar, and it wasn’t until the wedding march music started, signalling Angela’s imminent arrival, that she realised she was lost in thought. She needed to pull herself together, and quickly.

Rachel locked her eyes on Angela and Brad all through the ceremony, letting their happy smiles and obvious love for each other fill her mind, a smile of her own easy on her face. This was Angela’s day, that’s all she had to focus on. That’s all she needed. Still, in the drinks reception and through the sit-down meal, Rachel found her eyes drawn back to Nate, the two of them seated at the same table (of course, albeit not next to each other so her gaze was able to float over him without looking too obvious.

Just as the night before, the way he smiled at other guests versus how he smiled at her was completely different, and she was just glad for the prosecco nearby. She was going to need it to get through this night, she knew that much. As the speeches went on and the food was served, she felt herself getting more and more overwhelmed, feeling more and more stupid for how much Angela’s revelations were affecting her. Why was she making such a big deal out of this? It’s not like it was going to change anything, right? She’d get through the wedding reception and go back home tomorrow morning and avoid Nate until he left for Colorado next month. It was totally doable. It was a great plan. It was-

“And now, please join us on the dance floor for the bride and groom’s first dance!”

Fuck.

Rachel moved on autopilot, standing to the side of the semi-circle of guests as Angela and Brad walked into the middle of the floor. Just as the music started, she felt a familiar body moving to stand next to her, and she wasn’t able to hold back the shaky breath escaping her mouth, the softest whimper only audible to him.

“What’s wrong?”

You're the light, you're the night, You're the colour of my blood, You're the cure, you're the pain, You're the only thing I wanna touch, Never knew that it could mean so much, so much.

“Hey, Rachel, are you okay?”

You're the fear, I don't care, 'Cause I've never been so high, Follow me to the dark, Let me take you past our satellites, You can see the world you brought to life, to life.

“Rach. Rachel. Seriously, you’re worrying me.”

So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

She was worrying him? Rachel glanced up at Nate as Ellie Goulding’s voice continued to fill the barn, and the soft look in his eyes just about broke her. It was all she could do to inhale sharply and shake her head.

“No, I’m not okay. I need to get some air. I need to get out of here.”

Nate’s soft expression immediately turned serious, eyes more intense than she’d ever seen, sending a bolt of electricity through her blood. “Can you make it through the dance? It’s fine if you can’t, I can get you out.”

What?

“I…I can wait,” she managed to choke out.

Nate looked at her for a couple of seconds before nodding, arm moving to gently rest behind her as if some kind of fail safe, and it was all Rachel could do to focus on keeping her breathing steady, eyes stinging with tears as she locked her gaze on her friends as they twirled around the floor. But in reality she was barely taking anything in, other than the heat of his body protecting her. Because that’s what it was – he was protecting her. She knew she was a hair away from having a full-on breakdown, and the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention away from the happy couple. The last thing. It was only that thought that kept her together until the music ended, and the moment everyone burst into applause, Nate was whisking her outside, somehow neither of them being stopped by other guests for polite chitchat.

Small mercies.

When they were in a secluded grassy nook, Nate turned around to face her.

“Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

How could he even ask that?

“Am I okay? Of course I’m not okay!”

He held his hands up in soft surrender. “What’s wrong?” Nathe frowned.

“You! You’re what’s wrong!”

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Okay I know for a fact that I haven’t done anything to earn that.”

Rachel just groaned, clenching her fists as she closed her eyes briefly. He hadn’t done anything to earn it? He’d done everything to earn it!

In the 20 years they’d known each other, all she’d ever ‘known’ of him is the way he always poked at her, always the first to draw attention to her doing something stupid, untying the bows in her hair, jostling her in the school hallways. As they’d grown up he hadn’t really changed, even when he spent more time away for hockey. He still made fun of her choices in boyfriends, in clothes, in music, even being as dumb as to take the last beer at summer parties or the burger she’d been waiting for or laughing at her not being able to walk in a straight line when she was drunk.

But never anything cruel. Just stupid attention grabbing things that absolutely got her focusing only on him and no-one else, just like Angela said. Stupid irritating Nathan MacKinnon, and all of his stupid ideas, and stupid inability to actually talk like a human being.

It wasn’t until Nate started laughing that she realised she’d been ranting out loud, blurting out all of her angry thoughts to him, and it was all she could do to let out a frustrated bitten-off scream of frustration as he smirked that annoying smirk.

“You’re right, I don’t want your attention on anyone else. I never have, Rach, and I never will. If I’d known you hadn’t actually realised that, maybe I would’ve used my words. But where’s the fun in that?”

Oh that absolute ass.

Rachel let out another quiet shriek of frustration, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, Nate still laughing even as she pulled him down and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

Invisible string theory suggests that everyone has someone in their lives who is attached to them by an invisible string that transcends time, distance, and geography. It’s fate. And for Rachel Summers and Nathan MacKinnon, they were destined.

#my writing #nathan mackinnon fic #bre's birthday fic bingo #nathan mackinnon imagine #nathan mackinnon fanfic #nathan mackinnon x oc #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

[onsunnyside]

I'm so glad you are having fun!

Could we hear something about the bestfriend curtis & ari? <3

thank you bestie and yes ofc !! prepare yourselves, this is basically a whole fic:

ok so i was thinking something like: at first, you were just Nat's best friend, then you got adopted by the whole group, and perhaps developed a little crush on Ari and Curtis (the certified plugs and rugby boys, built like tanks). you've seen them around since you have mutual friends, but you've never spoken more than a sentence or two to them (let's be honest, they're very intimidating). It's Nat's birthday so everyone goes clubbing and what do you know... you're running late so Nat sends Ari and Curtis to pick you up 😳 cue the awkward car ride.

the night ends at Nat's house and oh no, all the beds are taken? That's okay, Ari and Curtis offer to make some room on the tiny futon in the living room. you say, "I don't want you to sleep on the floor," so it's good that they manage to squeeze with you in between. now you're all cozy and snug between two beefy fellas, still drunk and high and trying but failing to pay attention to the movie on the television. you keep rocking your hips and shifting around, unable to forget how they passed you around in the club, kissing you senselessly and grinding against you.

Curtis' hand slips to your thigh, "you just can't sit still, huh?"

You shake your head, whining pathetically into his shoulder. "S-Sorry... I get horny when I'm high." Your body has a mind of its own and rocks into his hand, keeping it snugly against your clothed folds. "Please don't make me stop."

Rough fingers pinch your chin and turn you the other way, Ari's shaded eyes meet yours. "Where do you want my hand, baby?" You don't hesitate to bring his hand to your throat and he smiles, "atta girl. Quit being mean and touch her, Curtis."

so they play with you, Curtis rubs over your panties, telling you to make a big mess for them while Ari experiments with his grip on your neck, and spits into your wide-open drooly mouth. but poor little you, you're too tired !! too sleepy from partying for so long and it catches up to you. they chuckle as you go slack, quiet breaths puffing from your swollen lips. they get you all tucked in and not to be a total whore but... they kiss you goodnight.

You wake up trapped between them, your leg hooked over Curtis' thighs and Ari snug behind you. one thing leads to another and Ari asks if you want to continue, but you have different things in mind: "Can I taste you instead?"

so you kneel between his legs, still a lil drunk/high and mouth against his bulge, "I've never done this before..." you confess, pouting up at him, "can you teach me?"

and he does: "You can lick the tip, just get used to the taste." "T-That's good, yeah, you're doing great, baby." "Spit on it, I like it messy." He groans softly, his hips jerking when your saliva lands on the head before you smear it with your tongue. he wasn't expecting you to ask about his sack, "can I kiss you there too?"

Your nose rubs against his base, "you're s-so big. I love it." He doesn't hold back his moans as you suckle his balls, slobbering all over him, "Know you do—bet you're soaked, huh? Reach a hand down there and tell me how wet you are."

after he cums on your face and you leave to go clean up ("should I brush my teeth?" "Just rinse with water."), he lies back in contentment. "You can stop pretending now. She's gone."

Curtis' eyes shoot open and he grumpily flips around, "you could've tried to be quiet."

"And make her think I wasn't enjoying myself? No thanks."

i also had a few thots about dry-humping, some "better be quiet" fooling around in a washroom, and ofc naughty sexting 🌚

#thought of this while going home from the club #in the presence of family and friends #the sluttyness never rests #best bros ari and curtis #sonny drabbles #ari levinson #curtis everett #ari levinson drabble #curtis everett drabble #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson x reader #curtis everett smut #curtis everett fanfic #curtis everett x reader #ari levinson x reader x curtis everett #curtis everett x reader x ari levinson

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

hi! i’ve never done a request but i would like a smut with javier peña with 23 and e. (i hope the request is in the correct format) thank you ❣️

After Hours.

23. "Good girl" / "Perfect girl" & e. Heatwave

Pairing - Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1050

Warnings - smut. cursing. javi is a menace.

Author's Note - I know i've taken a hiatus from writing mini fics to focus on my big series fics, but I got this request and had to write it asap. what can I say, I'm a sucker for my javi. honoured to be your first request my love!! <3

written as a part of my drabble/mini fic series, for my 500 followers/1k celebration!!

1k Celebration Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist. Main Masterlist.

There's just something about Javi when he's hot.

Colombia is warm, on any given day. But this summer, it's sweltering.

There's minimal air conditioning in the precinct, meaning the place is like sauna. Sweat is dripping down your back, plastering your hair to your face, sticking your thighs to your leather chair. Everyone's lethargic. It feels like the world is moving in slow motion.

Javier isn't helping. He's rolled his sleeves up his forearms, exposing gorgeous, corded muscle. His hair is damp, curling at the ends, falling in front of his face. He keeps panting, taking these deep, heavy breaths. Every now and again, he releases a deep groan that rumbles in his chest.

It's torture.

He's never looked more handsome. You're convinced that half of your body heat has been caused by Javier, not the humidity. It only gets worse throughout the day. There's a fire lit within you, and Javi's only adding to the kindling.

You undo the first few buttons of your blouse, fanning yourself with a case file. Mostly everyone is leaving the precinct, going home as soon as the clock hits five. You've opted to stay, completely behind on your mountain of paperwork. You look across the room briefly, and see that Javi's still at his desk, choosing to stay too.

The two of you are the only ones left, working in comfortable silence. The heat doesn't let up, swallowing you both slowly but steadily. You look over at Javier to see that he's unbuttoned his shirt, his chest almost fully exposed. For a fleeting moment, you imagine sinking your teeth into the flesh of it. Man, you need to cool off.

You're lost in your thoughts when Javi sits down on your desk, making you jump.

"What are you thinkin' about, hermosa?" he drawls. "It's got you blushin'."

"Nothing," you reply defiantly.

"No? You see, you got a look in your eye. I know that look. I've seen a lot of women give me that look."

"Oh yeah? All your whores?"

"Now, now, cariño. Don't get jealous. Although, it does look good on you."

Javier slides along the desk until he's at the edge of it, as close to you as he can be. From this distance, he's got a nice view directly down your blouse. You catch him staring, and quirk a brow.

"Do you mind?" you tease, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"Oh, hermosa," he drawls lowly. "You wouldn't be showin' all this cleavage if you didn't want me to see."

"I got too hot, you perv. We're in a damn heatwave."

"It is hot in here, now that you mention it," he murmurs, tracing his fingers up your arm, towards your collarbone. "Maybe we should cool you off a little."

He runs his fingertips over your throat gently, until he reaches the collar of your blouse. He slips it off your shoulder, and leans forward, kissing a gentle kiss to your bare skin.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, sweet thing," he whispers against your neck.

You whine in response, and tangle a hand in his hair, pulling him into you.

"Don't stop. Please, Javi."

"Oh, I think you sayin' my name like that is the prettiest sound I've ever heard," he smirks.

Javier kicks your chair out from the desk, and moves to settle on his knees between your legs. He licks a stripe from your ankle to your upper thigh, groaning when he tastes the salt on your skin.

"Javi," you breathe. "What if someone walks in?"

"Relax, hermosa," he reassures against your leg. "No one comes back to work on a Friday night."

"You better hope that's true-" Javier cuts you off by mouthing at you over your underwear, revelling in the dampness of the fabric.

"You taste so fuckin' sweet," he murmurs in disbelief. "Waited to do this for so long."

"You have?" you question shakily, keeping your hand firmly planted in his hair.

"I think of you everytime I touch myself, hermosa. You're all I can think about. You, you, always you."

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulls them off, shoving them into his pocket. Javi wastes no time, diving straight into you with vigour. You tug at his hair instinctively and he groans, deep and guttural. The vibrations make you keen.

Javier slips a finger into you, panting when he feels how warm you are. He thrusts in and out steadily, before adding a second. He curls them on the up stroke, chuckling when he hits a certain spot.

"Oh, baby," he coos. "Right there? Is that it, hmm?"

You nod in response, hips writhing in the chair.

"Where are your words, pretty girl? Have I made you dumb, huh? Always knew you'd be so pliant, so obedient. Isn't that right, honey?"

"Yes," you whine. "Yes, yes, yes. All for you, Javi."

"Fuck," he groans. "Good girl. My perfect girl."

He can tell you're close when your thighs start to shake. You tug him closer to you by his brown curls, fingers tightening and pulling.

"You're almost there, aren't you? Atta girl," he encourages, speeding up the rhythm of his digits. His other hand moves to splay across your abdomen, pushing your hips down to stop you from moving.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me. I want it. Come on, sweet thing. Fuck, please, honey."

His low, rumbled words are what push you over the edge. Your hips buck and your grip on him tightens, white hot pleasure burning through your veins. He talks you through it, whispering praises and encouragements until you go slack.

"You're a goddamn liar," you tell him when you've caught your breath.

"Hmm?" he murmurs from where he's looking up at you with those chocolate eyes, resting his head against your thigh.

"You said you'd cool me off. You've made me ten times fucking hotter, asshole."

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through your bones where you're connected.

"You wanna come home with me, take a cold shower?"

You laugh in disbelief, shoving at his shoulder playfully.

"Fine. But only because your apartment is closer than mine."

"No other reason?" he winks, grabbing your hands to help you to your feet.

"No other reason."

You both know that's a lie.

#javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #javier pena fic #javier peña #javier pena fluff #javier pena narcos #javier pena x you #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #javier peña x ofc #javier peña smut #javier peña fic #javier peña imagine #javier peña drabble #javier peña fluff #javier peña angst #pedro pascal #narcos #narcos x reader #narcos fic #pedro pascal x reader #murphy's 500 followers celebration #javier peña x reader smut #javi peña x reader smut #javi peña smut #murphy's 1k celebration #narcos smut

[ivorryskies]

Armed detective agency x reader

Where the whole detective agency are on a vacation ,camping. In the place they are camping, there is a haunted house and somewhere in the house there is a statue. Obviously dazai decides that they explore the house in teams,the first team who finds the statue wins. So the reader is paired with dazai:3 you continue. (BTW reader and dazai are besties though dazai feels something for the reader that's not the concern tho.) the reader,she hates horrors^^

➼Authors note: Ofc I can! I love this idea and I started writing right away but I'm so devastated I wrote a whole fic of atleast 1k words :( and it discarded and I've been mourning over it. I'm so sorry it took long I have exams! I'm just really sad about the fic 😭💪🏻

➼Pairings: dazai x reader

➼Summary: an unexpected trip to a haunted house with dazai, turns into something out of a movie

YOU AND ME ALWAYS FOREVER

You and Dazai were unpacking necessities when you heard Yosano from beside you sigh tiredly and say "finally a well deserved break". "did we really have to come here out of all the places" Ranpo whined eating his donuts he insisted to bring. "i think camping is a nice idea! we can have smores!" you chirped. "speaking of smores about the fire Atsushi and Kyouka arent back yet with the wood. we need it to start the fire" Tanizaki said with Naomi on his arms. "i can go find some too!" Kenji said happily. As if on cue Atsushi and Kyouka both came running to the lot.

"Guys! we found a mysterious house which has a sign outside it has some statue carved on it with a question mark?" Atsushi said panting catching his breath when while Kyouka drops the wood off to tanizaki. "entertainment!" ranpo stood up happily as his donuts were finished. "we have a scheduled plan to stick to? And right now its time to set up a tent". "no~ Kunikida kun we should all explore the house who knows what we may find! maybe a cute lady again willing to kill herself too~?" dazai teased. "oh shut up" you groaned elbowing him. "atsushi what type of house is it?" you asked maybe some people still were living in it. " it wasnt new at all it was old and rotten, really big though and electricity and water had been cut off when me and Kyouka tried the lights at the enterance".

"its...a...haunted...house?" you said worried, swallowing a lump down your throat. "i doubt its haunted but yes its old" Atsushi said before trying to convince Kunikida. Dazai walked to you and said " 'name' are you scared~ you looked pale when he mentions haunted". you snapped back to reality and said " so what?! ive heard many stories that go about the same story and they do not end up well!" you said defensively. " im here with you after all, do you really have to be scared". you stared "i dunno youre unpredictable you'll proabably make it scarier" he laughed at that before everyone was led by atsushi to the house.

Ranpo and Dazai deduced that the sign meant they had to find a statue somewhere in the house and it could be valuable. Dazai suggested everyone split into teams of 2 and exclaimed "team who finds the statue first wins!!". The teams were, Ranpo and Kunikida, Naomi and Tanizaki, Yosano and Kenji, Atsushi and Kyouka and You and Dazai. Everyone and split up until no one was in sight, Dazai inquired that you guys start upstairs since its more likely to be there. There was no light, the only source of light you all had was a flashlight in Dazais hands. You were scared. You kept seeing things. You just felt like something touched you on you shoulder when you looked back to see Dazai holding a torch to his face "boo~" "AAH WHAT THE HELL?! DONT DO THAT!" you jabbed his arm and he laughed teasing you.

You both went into some sort of library and this house was HUGE, atleast 3 stories and really spacious with alot of rooms. Dazai was skimming through some books while you kept looking behind your back. That was when you saw something standing in the corner. You shook Dazais arm and he looked over to you "yes donna-" "is there something standing there..." you said paranoid and pale youre fingers began trembling. He shined the light there and there was nothing. "its nothing 'name' dont be scared im here~" you would have told him to shut up only if you werent so scared so Dazai sighed and held your hand before saying "the statue is on the 3rd floor corner room, its quite dark there so close your eyes, ill guide you through" he said actually serious.

You looked back at the corner you saw something at and then at Dazai and nodding shuddering. You shut your eyes and Dazai quickly led you through squeezing your hand reassuringly some times. Though it seemed Ranpo and Kunikida had the same idea when both of the teams reached the spot where the statue is. You were still holding his hand looking around when you felt something up your leg which made you jump. "donna you dont have any reason to be scared anymore were not alone~". you didnt care you just wnated to go back out. You couldnt take the creepy aura from the house and soon enough everyone gathered outside to tell about the statue and whatever else they found interesting. Like atsushi and Kyouka found an old piano.

Everyone was heading back to the camp site but you didnt realize Dazai was still holding your hand but slowly you stopped shaking and sighed "thank god we didnt die or you and me would always be forever if we got killed by a ghost!" he laughed at your comment and said " you sound it like its a bad thing" you looked at him dead pan and then shuddered, "just forget it this was enough terror for the day". He smiled he couldnt help but feel something, something he never felt, he liked it. he repeated "you and me...always forever..?"

#dazai x reader #bsd imagine #bsd #bsd scenarios #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #armed detective agency #bsd x reader #dazai scenarios #dazai imagine #bsd dazai #bsd imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #dazai x you #dazai x y/n

[fourlittleocto]

Hi you two! thank you for the request <3 I hope you don't mind that i'm tying yours together, I've been super busy but i do plan to write more little ghouls soon hopefully

this ones basically what it says on the tin, hurt/comfort sick fic featuring CG aether and mountain trying his best. it's a little sad at the beginning but i promise it gets better <3

CW: mentions on tummy aches, crying, yelling, head kisses under the cut

Even if he knows it won’t help, Mountain wants to cry too. It started with Dew dropping. He’d been clingy and whiney all day about a bug he caught. Something that’s been making his head hurt and his stomach turn, and it all got too much for him, leading to him disappearing into his mind, and even though part of him is glad Dew’s mind is getting a break, his body’s not. The discomfort is so much harder for him to deal with like this. Each little whine and sob out of Dew breaks his heart.

Mountain’s been pacing the common room for at least an hour with the little fire ghoul tucked safely in his arms. He rocks him soothingly and rubs his belly every once in a while, to calm it down when his sobs pick up. Even though Dew is still squirming and can’t seem to settle, he’s doing better than he was when he first dropped, which would make Mountain breathe a sigh of relief.

Except at some point Rain had wandered in. He sat on the couch and stared at the pair with wide eyes for a while. He left and came back with Dew’s stuff bunny, and Mountain couldn’t thank him enough. Dew calmed down more, reaching towards Rain, so Mountain helped the water ghoul settle back on the couch and placed Dew on his lap. Mountain sat next to them with a book, much more relaxed since both of them had calmed down and were being cared for. He kept having to pull Rain’s fingers out of his mouth, but he would take that over both ghouls melting down any day.

Until they did start crying, Mountain putting down his book at Dew’s scream and finding the little fire ghoul’s finger now inside Rain’s mouth. He stops his chewing and drops Dew hand to wail too.

Mountain does what he can by separating them, hauling Dew to be pressed into his right side while Rain hides in his left. He’s just so tired. It’s been a long day of trying to get Dew to relax and let himself be sick, and he wishes he could do more for them right now but he can’t. Dew clutches his bunny. He can’t stop sobbing, too worked up and probably just as tired as Mountain, his whole body shaking with it. And Rain won’t stop crying either. His are softer but just as worrying, Rain doesn’t tend to cry when he’s little unless he’s really frustrated. He also has to pull Rain’s fingers out of his mouth again, and then his tail when he tries to sneak that in instead.

Mountain shouts when Rain bites the spade end of his tail instead. Dew sobs louder and pulls more into himself at the loud noise, and all Mountain can do is drop his head into his hands to keep from yelling or crying more.

He’s saved as Aether comes running into the room, somehow finding the energy even after a long day in the infirmary.

“What’s wrong love?” Aether asks while scooping Rain up. Mountain sighs and tries to pull Dew against his chest, but he wiggles and resists and Mountain doesn’t want to force it.

“Dew’s been sick all day, and Rain came out here a little bit ago but he won’t stop biting things,” Mountain rumbles.

“Schneckchen, what’s wrong?” Aether turns his attention to Rain, who's trying to bury himself in Aether’s chest, but still makes sure they can both see him shake his head. “You don’t have to use your mouth, Rainbow. Can you use your hands for me?” Rain takes a deep breath, then puts enough space between him and Aether that he can free his hands and sign my teeth hurt before hiding his face back in Aether’s t-shirt. Aether rubs at his back and purrs soothingly, spreading his quintessence around the room and calming everyone down.

“How about Mountain helps you find a soother, and I’ll get Dewbug ready for bed, and then we can all go cuddle in my room. Does that sound good?” Mountain and Rain both nod their agreement. Dew is still too far in his head to understand, but Mountain tries to say sorry before getting up. Dew just whines and shrinks away. When he goes to take Rain out of Aether’s arms, the quintessence ghoul leans in to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll take care of it. You’ll get your chance to make it up to him.” Aether offers him a sweet smile, pulling him in for a quick kiss. It doesn’t escape him that both of the littles are too distracted to make their usual grossed out sounds. When they pull away, Aether continues, “You’re doing a good job, Sapling.” Mountain nods, turning away towards the kitchen to hide the tears pricking at his eyes.

He tries to set Rain on the counter, but he grabs onto his shirt, growling and poking his horns into Mountain’s chest. Mountain tries not to complain, but grabbing their emergency teether out of the freezer isn’t easy with a lanky, squirming ghoul in his arms. It takes him a while but eventually he gets it. Rain’s eyes finally light up as he gets the soft plastic into his mouth. His growl turns into a purr. Mountain lets out a sigh of relief.

“Alright Schneckchen, to bed.” Mountain starts to move, but Rain hooks the teether on his tail to grab the big ghoul’s face in both hands, making sure he’s looking in his big, wet eyes. “Please don’t cry buddy, what do you need?” Mountain tries. Rain just shakes his head.

“I’m sorry for biting you,” He says in a small voice. Mountain can’t help but laugh. He wraps his arms tighter around Rain and pulls him into his chest for a big hug.

“It’s ok baby. You were frustrated, that’s a big feeling. But next time you know you can just ask right?” Rain nods against him. Mountain kisses him between his horns.

The walk to Aether’s room is quiet besides the underlying purr they share and the occasional squeak as the teether rubs against Rain’s teeth the wrong way. It doesn’t seem to bother him much though as he giggles each time and relaxes further into Mountain. Aether and Dew are already settled into the nest with a picture book held between them when they enter. Mountain is quick to get both their teeth brushed so he can lay down as well, setting Rain next to Dew and laying against his other side. Safe and protected.

"I'm sorry for yelling Dew," Mountain leans over to kiss him between the horns too, and to his relief Dew leans into it. He can barely hold his eyes open as he babbles tiredly. Aether’s hand lands in his hair, and he watches as Rain and Dew wrap tight around each other, overcome with love from his pack.

#regressed ghouls #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost #age regression #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #octo sfw #octo writes

[phoebe-delia]

Phoebe Delia's 2023 Fics and Reflection

Thank you to my lovely friend @geesenoises for the tag!! Check out Goose's post here.

I didn't do much writing this year. If I'm being honest, writing has been very hard for me this past year. I don't have the kind of free time that I used to, and I've just had such little inspiration. It got to the point that I actually considered quitting a couple of times. I want so, so badly to get the kind of stamina I used to have. When I started out, I was writing 3-5k fics in the span of a couple months and cranking them out pretty consistently.

This year, I didn't add a single fic to the Drarry as Taylor Swift Songs series. I did a couple fests, a gift fic, and my Hanukkah series. I also did drabbles and microfics. I spent much of the year being SO mean to myself about my writing and my lack of progress. l all but forced myself to write my fest fics, agonized over them not being "perfect," and obsessed and compared the stats to other people's fics until I wore myself out. I wondered why I seem unable to write the longfics that my friends are capable of. I wondered whether I'm really cut out for this, after all.

Now, my god, please don't give me your pity. This isn't me fishing for compliments. This is me being honest and reflecting on the year, and I don't want any of this to come across as self-pitying or whining. My point is that I don't know what the future holds for me. I know that I love this fandom, and I love all of you, and I want writing to always be something I love.

I think I'm going to spend 2024 repairing my relationship with writing, and being kinder to myself. And so, in that spirit, I'm going to celebrate the work I did last year; because I still created things this year. And I'm going to be proud of that.

That said, thanks to everyone who held me up this past year. Thanks to everyone who read my fics. Thanks to my friends who kept me sane. In particular, I gotta thank @basicallyahedgehog, without whom I doubt I’d still be writing.

Just Take Me Home (4.7k)

When Harry drinks too much at a pub one night, Hermione decides to use a new service offered by the Ministry: a team of Apparators dedicated to helping transport Wixen who cannot safely travel on their own. Of course, Draco Malfoy answers the call.

Stars by the Pocketful (2k)

Draco arrives first, to scope out the place and pick the best bed before Potter can beat him to it.

Can I Go Where You Go? (1.8k)

Harry presses a kiss to Draco's lips before pulling away with a pout. "I'm so glad you've got this opportunity, really. And America sounds amazing, even if it is just for a conference. But Godric, I'm going to miss you." Draco hums. "Me too." Then, he blinks and looks up at Harry. "You know. We don't have to miss each other." Harry frowns. "What do you mean?" "Come with me." "Wait, really?"

2023 Eight Drarry Nights fics are on AO3 here (masterlist on Tumblr is here)

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco and harry #harry and draco #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco/harry #harry/draco #draco malfoy and harry potter #harry potter and draco malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #hpdm #drarry squad #drarry fic recs #drarry fanfic recs #drarry fanfiction recs #hp fic #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry ficlet #drarry drabble #hp fandom #harry potter fandom

[leothil]

fic recs: archive edition 4

Happy Sunday everyone! We're inching our way into 2021 now, which means season four-adjacent fics will start appearing! Remember to check out the authors' accounts for more fics, if one of these tickles your fancy. Find the earlier rec posts here(1), here(2), and here(3)!

i've only known you to keep your word by @thisissirius Buck is lonely and it weighs heavily on him. Eddie knows, and tries to help. 4.4k words, rated M

vienna waits for you by @mottainaiiii Soulmate AU where what you write on your skin also appears on your soulmate's skin. But when you're in the army, that has to stop. Eddie never picks it up again afterwards. Fun fact, this is one of the first buddie fics I can remember reading! 16.4k words, not rated by the author, but imo around T

hungry for your love by @evcndiaz Chris is whining to Buck, and Eddie slips up and says "listen to your dad." Heartfeltness and hilarity ensues! 1.8k words, rated G

in a week by gracieli (@buttercupbuck) AU where Eddie joins the US Forest Service and surveys the meadows of south California, getting to know his field partner Buck and the rest of the team while also navigating his divorce and life in a new city. SO lovely, cannot say enough good things about it! 78.9k words, rated E

only hymns upon your lips by spinningincircles (@tripleaxeldiaz) Eddie loves kissing Buck, but they stay professional at work. Some days that's harder, especially after a bad call. 1.4k words, not rated by the author, but imo around G

And there you go! Happy reading, and please leave the authors a kudos and comment if you can!

#frida's archive project #911 fic rec #911 fic #buddie fic #fic rec #buddie fic rec #sorry for choosing the breadsticks again jack but it's objectively hilarious

[feedthefandomfest]

Hiya!

I love this blog and just wanted to ask- do you know any advice on formatting and tagging for AO3?

Or just general etiquette!!

I'm not new to AO3 (reading or writing) but I haven't interacted with the actual community much and would love to know more :)

oof, I still feel like a newbie posting stuff on ao3, and tagging is something i've always struggled with. and actually formatting is also on ongoing issue 😅 so with that in mind, here's what i try to consider:

TAGGING

relationships -> tagging the main is obvious, but i'm sometimes torn about tagging side relationships that feature in the fic, especially since it's annoying to be searching for that pairing and get a bunch of results where they're not the main focus; unless the other pairing is a prominent feature, i leave it out of the relationship tags and at most add it to the additional tags

characters -> i remember updating the character tags on my early fics every time another character popped up in the story, but now i'm of the same mind as the side pairing issue; unless the character is prominently featured, i leave them out of the tags

content warning/advertising -> if i know the fic features an element that some people might wish to avoid, i always tag it and also always fret that i've forgotten to tag something in that regard. when it's more about advertising what's in the fic, especially sexual content, i sometimes feel silly listing every flavor of physical encounter unless the fic is pwp/smut (in which case i gleefully list all the depravity); i sometimes worry that over-emphasizing the sexual content in the tags is misleading? like of this 100k fic, if 15k is spent fucking, how do i get the tags to reflect that while also tag cw appropriately? is there an established tag for that?

sometimes i see fics with TONS of tags, like an exhausting amount, and sometimes i see fics with very minimal tags... sometimes frustratingly few. i also know some writers add chapter-specific warnings in the author's notes. in the end, so long as you're making it possible for people to find or avoid your fic as needed, then you're good. Here are some good posts that dive into it more!

(i remember when people on tumblr would scold writers for monologuing in the tags on ao3 like we do on here, claiming it was a strain on the system, but i believe that's been debunked?)

FORMATTING

i've noticed some MEGA annoying quirks with copy & pasting over from Google Docs and Word, and I know there are some tricks to get around them, but i tend to just slog through the Rich Text window fixing everything manually 🙃 OKAY I FOUND SOLUTIONS LINKED BELOW.

spacing problem #1 -> pet peeve of mine, but i dislike it when the paragraphs have massive spaces between them (ditto for indented paragraphs). idk why, but it's tiring for my eyes to constantly leap the chasm between paragraphs. so whenever i copy and paste from Word, which for some reason ALWAYS appears with double spacing between line breaks, i go in and manually fix it. SOLUTION

spacing problem #2 -> when copying over from Google Doc, whenever there's a punctuation mark following an italicized word, a random space appears between them. and yep, i have to go in and fix every one because typos make me twitch. (this might not be an issue for everyone; i overuse italics and dashes like it's my job) SOLUTION

spacing problem #3 -> again probably a me issue, but i tend to include song lyrics a lot, and it's always a headache to format because when pasting from the doc, ao3 embeds these spaces between the lines that i can't remove by backspacing. only fix i've found is to copy and paste lyrics directly from a website, and then it formats fine. random and annoying and weird. (no solution 😔)

since this section has just been me whining about finding SOLUTIONS for formatting issues, i'll offer one tip that's more about general editing: i try to proofread best i can in Word/GDocs, but it's always easier to spot errors when i'm reading the draft on my phone. the typos always jump out at me from a phone screen. it's now my favorite way to edit!

every writer has their own preferences on formatting, and every reader has their own level of tolerance for formatting quirks. in the end, so long as the formatting doesn't interfere with the reading experience, you're all good.

#god and don't even get me started on summaries #i'm so bad at writing summaries #and coming up with titles #just the worst #those tend to plague me more than tagging #but tagging can also be tricky #like i want to crowdsource it or have an outside perspective just list the stuff in need of tags for me #fandom culture #ao3 etiquette #ao3 tagging #ao3 formatting #writer things

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Seeing all your cool home updates && half-watching some HGTV w/my mom while drawing had a simple prompt idea if you might be interested! Basically HGTV reno show Jonsa - Sansa is a designer and finally gets a chance for her own show but loses Rob (her #1 contractor) to an injury before filming starts && Jon jumps in (either to help Rob /or/ the studio execs (maybe Targs?) throw him in) and the two have to work together somehow. Idk idk, just wanted to share! <3

ANON.

No, you have no idea, I already HAVE a house reno wip. It's not super long, but... yeah. I've got that.

Here, I'll post what I have written of it, since we CAN'T GET ONTO AO3.

this isn't exactly your prompt, though I do honestly love yours a lot and sort of want to change mine. If I changed mine, the show Sansa works on would definitely be like Rehab Addict, where she restores old homes to their prior state instead of making them "modern"

But mine is sort of similar? This snippet is just the set up and doesn't include the part where Sansa decides to start a youtube channel for her renovations, (a la WabiSabE, which I used to watch and was probably the inspiration for this fic when I first started writing it like a year ago lol), and everyone starts shipping her with her contractor Jon, who she keeps forcing to be in the videos because she can't really make them without him being in it...

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Sansa winces as her car hits another bump and jolts her in her seat.

“You owe me,” she huffs out, hands tight around the wheel.

“I know, I know,” Robb's voice comes through her sound system and fills the car. He's distracted, she can tell, and she bites back a snippy comment. Robb's just so busy, he couldn't possibly get away.

That's not fair, the small part of her brain that's still being rational thinks. Of course Robb couldn't drop everything and come out to the middle of nowhere to deal with their Great Uncle Brynden's estate. Robb's got a new baby and his job.

Robb's got a baby, Arya's got her tournaments, Bran has school, and Rickon's still underage. All of her siblings have lives they can't get away from. All except her.

No significant other, no kids. A tenuous career that she can technically do from anywhere.

“Oh no,” she breathes, when the house finally comes into sight through the trees.

“What's wrong?” Robb asks, his full attention back on her.

“Robb,” she whines, the car coming to a pathetic, rolling stop on the overgrown gravel drive. “It's a mess.”

“A mess?”

She doesn't answer, too busy staring at the mansion in front of her. Or, what used to be a mansion, she thinks.

It's still vaguely house-shaped, but... The roof is missing shingles in multiple places, the windows all seem busted out. The steps up to the covered front porch are fine, but the porch itself has a massive sinkhole, and half the wood looks rotted and ready to crumble.

Gods, if this is what the outside looks like...

“What kind of a mess?” Robb asks. She's just about to start listing the many problems when she hears another car approaching.

“I've gotta go,” she tells Robb. “I think the lawyer's here.” She hangs up before Robb can answer, and watches the other car slowly emerge through the trees up the bumpy road, past the broken gates, and onto the circular gravel drive. It stops behind her and a man gets out. She gets out, too, phone clutched in her hand, just in case.

“Miss Stark?” the man asks, and his face splits into a kind smile when she nods. “Perfect, perfect. I'm Samwell Tarly. It's nice to finally meet you.”

Sansa moves forward to shake the lawyer's hand. He isn't what she was expecting. He's young, for one – maybe only a few years older than her. And he seems just as nice in person as he'd been over the phone. She didn't think lawyers came in nice.

“We should have met at your office,” she says, eyeing up the weeds sprouting from between the gravel and brushing against her ankles. “I didn't realize the road here would be so...”

Mr. Tarly laughs. “This place has been abandoned for quite some time,” he agrees. “I never met Brynden myself, but I’d heard about him. Apparently he decided to up and travel the world and left this…”

Sansa looks back at the crumbling mansion and feels her face scrunch up. She tries to smooth it out. “So, how fast do you think I can sell this?” she asks.

That’s when Mr. Tarly’s smile falters. “Well,” he starts, hesitant, “you see, it’s in such a poor state, I can’t imagine anyone would be willing to buy it.”

“But the land must be worth something? They can just knock it down and-”

“Ah,” Mr. Tarly winces, and Sansa’s sentence breaks off, unfinished. “I suppose you didn’t read all the fine print?” At the slow shake of her head, he grimaces. “Riverrun Manor is a historic property. You, legally, are not allowed to tear the structure down. Anything you do needs to go through lots of committee approvals…”

“So what you’re saying,” Sansa says, closing her eyes as reality crashes down around her, “is that literally no one is going to want to buy this.”

“Maybe if you find someone who’s both very rich, and very interested in Riverlands history?”

She opens her eyes and there must be a glare on her face, because Mr. Tarly winces again.

Then she turns back to the manor, and really looks at it this time. Beneath the grime and the moss and the crumbling wood, she can see what it used to be.

“What if I fixed it up a bit?” she asks, turning back to the lawyer. “What if I just did the major repairs, do you think someone would buy it then?”

She doesn’t want to do that, but it beats letting the property sit around even longer and paying the taxes on it. Or, worse, not paying the taxes and having that on her and her sibling’s financial records.

“I’m not a real estate agent,” Mr. Tarly responds, looking at the building thoughtfully. “But this is a good location, lots of historic stuff around. I wouldn’t doubt you could sell it if the building weren’t… well, that.” He waves his hand towards the manor.

“Alright,” she nods. “Maybe we should head to your office to do the paperwork, though? Then I’ll… I guess I’ll look for a contractor?”

Sam nods, and a bright smile lights his face again. “Oh, I know someone you can call!”

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Exclusively Yours

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Summary: Y/N gets a visit from the green-eyed monster when she sees someone coming on to her green-eyed boyfriend.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Unprotected sex, PinV. Fingering, Oral (f receiving) slight possibility of public sex. Overstimulation. Thigh riding. Angry!Jensen. Slightly insecure!reader. Fluffy!sweet!Jensen. Hints of Dom!Jensen

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 3K+

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write about a concert.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: For someone who hadn't written a RPF in my life, all this hot af Jensen content lately is sure smashing down that wall. Cause this is now the 4th entry in this little Jensen x Reader saga. The first three are:

1- The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair

2 - Who's Blushing Now?

3 - Like Waves in the Ocean

You don’t have to have read any of the other parts, to read this one, but it might be more enjoyable.  Plus who doesn’t love more Jensen smut! 🤤

This will be my final entry in this little Jensen Reader saga. I expect to continue writing Jensen RPF now that I've enjoyed it so much. But this one shot is the last in this little series of Jensen x Reader one shots. 😊

As always, of course this story is about a Jensen from a different part of the multiverse, who is single.  This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel

Like I've been tied to the whippin' post

Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

As Jensen growled out the last line of the chorus, in his deep, gravelly, whine, you felt a shudder run through you.

Jesus Christ he was hot on that stage!

You looked out at all the screaming fans watching him on stage, some of them seeming as though they might pass out at any minute, and you thought to yourself:

Yeah, same folks, same.

There was something absolutely magnetic about Jensen when he was on stage singing. Even offstage, of course, he always had this ability to draw people in and make them punch drunk while they stared at him. But it was like it was amplified when he was on stage; amplified mic, amplified guitars, amplified Jensen charisma.

His voice was gorgeous, which certainly helped. It had such an incredible range going from soft folk ballads, to country, to rock, to this badass blues, southern rock classic that had all the panties dropping as he sang about being tied to a whipping post.

I mean, come on! you thought to yourself, there's only so much hot as fuck imagery a person can take before we're just a pool of hormones!

As Whipping Post ended, all of the cast came out on stage to sing the final song of the night with Rob and the rest of the band. Everyone was having a blast on stage and the audience was absolutely thrilled to see it. You were thrilled to see it.

This evening had been so much fun! The con was taking place in New Jersey that weekend, and you'd been on a job in New York. So Jensen had invited you to come to the Saturday night concert since it was going to be your only chance to see each other for another week and a half. Naturally you'd jumped at the chance.

You hated that you often had to go such long stretches away from each other. You knew it was just the reality of your lives, both of you travelling so much for work. But it didn't make it any easier to be away from him for so long, sometimes weeks at a time. You missed him from the moment you separated until you were back in his arms.

And lately... lately you'd started to worry. The week before he'd had to cancel a couple Skype calls with you, work stuff he said, and you wanted to believe him. You did believe him.

But your insecurities did not, they kept screaming at you that he was getting bored. That going so long, sometimes weeks at a time, without sex was too much to ask of someone like Jensen. He could literally have women at his beck and call, and you expected him to wait around for your unremarkable ass?

It just seemed hard to fathom, and those insecurities bred fear, fear that one day soon he was going to tell you it just wasn't worth it and he was going to say goodbye. Your fear told you regularly that you should get ready for him to end things.

You did your best to shove those thoughts to the side. Unfortunately, sometimes that was easier said than done.

Finally the song ended and everyone screamed and cheered and the cast waved their goodbyes and shouted their thanks. You saw Jensen leave with the pack through the back of the curtain and waited for him to come find you in the wings.

Minutes later he came strolling around the corner, his smile wide as he spotted you. You clapped enthusiastically for him.

"Jensen, that was absolutely amazing!" You praised.

His smile turned shy and you marveled at the many facets of this man you loved.

"Yeah, the band was awesome." He said humbly and you shook your head, looping your arms around his neck. You ran your fingers through the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his lips towards you.

"Yes, the band was great, but I was talking about you, Mr. Ackles." You brushed your lips across his. "You...were...wonderful." You punctuated each word with a kiss, teasing him.

"Mmm..." he moaned as you pulled back. "I gotta go change before we head out." His eyes grew dark. "Wanna come join me?"

You knew he was thinking of the last time the two of you were in a change room together, the very first time you'd hooked up, after you'd done his hair for that EW photoshoot. Jensen had promised that if you came to meet him in his change room he'd make sure you didn't regret it.

And you certainly hadn't.

Now, as though he couldn't help himself, he gripped your head in his two hands and licked your lips open, plunging his tongue inside. As it always did, his kiss made you lose any sense of your surroundings and you fisted your hands in his hair and held him tight to your mouth. You couldn't catch your breath, but you didn't care.

His hands roamed down your back to cup your ass cheeks and press you against the hard on you could feel forming under his jeans.

"Oops, hey sorry!"

Jensen pulled away from your mouth with a sucking noise that sounded obscene. Clearing his throat and licking lips he looked towards the voice that had interrupted.

It was Rob and he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry to interrupt, I was just wondering if you guys were coming. We're headed over to Stadler's Pub for drinks."

Jensen looked down at you and you nodded, blushing. He turned back to Rob. "Yeah, man. We'll be there in about a half hour."

Rob gave a thumbs up and took off, still grinning.

Jensen sighed deeply. "I guess I should actually go change for real." He looked regretfully at your lips before pecking them briefly and then giving your ass a pat.

"I'll be back in about ten minutes."

You nodded and he sauntered away, moving quickly on his long bow-legs.

Twenty minutes later you began to wonder where he was and then finally decided to go hurry him up, vowing not to get distracted from the task at hand, even if he was only half dressed.

As you wandered through the slightly labyrinthine maze of thick black curtains and alcoves backstage, you could suddenly hear Jensen's deep, rich voice and you followed the sound.

You couldn't make out his words, but as you walked around another corner, you stopped abruptly as you heard a fairly high-pitched giggle.

You crept up a little closer, realizing the voices were coming from just the other side of the curtain in front of you.

"Anyway, I'm sorry I've just rambled on and on, but I just had to tell you how incredible you were tonight." The female voice complimented him.

"Well, thanks very much. Glad you enjoyed yourself." Jensen replied.

You peeked around the side of the curtain to see them standing not far from you; they were facing each other and as you watched, the woman took a step closer to him.

Jensen didn't step away.

He'd clearly already been to his dressing room and back; he must have showered quickly because his hair was still wet. He wore a new pair of black jeans and a thin, soft, cream-colored sweater. He looked absolutely gorgeous, and the woman standing so close to him obviously agreed because she smiled and batted her eyelashes up at him.

You felt the sharp bitter tang of jealousy as the woman giggled again.

"I swear, you should have seen how many women you had swooning over you out in that audience!"

Jensen ducked his head and smiled slightly. "It was a good show, everyone brought their A game."

You told yourself to calm down, that it was just a fan gushing over him, as they tended to, and with good reason. Jensen was just being gracious, it meant nothing. But your brain was short-circuiting a little and you blamed that fact for what followed.

The woman got incredibly close and put her hand on Jensen's arm and you felt like the blood vessels might be popping in your head. When she spoke, it just got worse.

"So, I don't know what you've got planned, but my hotel is really nearby, The Marriott just down the street? I'm in Room 1103 if you feel like dropping by."

"Oh, uh..."

You popped out from behind the curtain like an angry magician's assistant, and stormed forward.

"He already has plans, thanks." You reached Jensen's side and latched onto his arm.

Jensen looked a little surprised, but you were too busy shooting daggers at the woman in front of you to pay much attention.

"Y/N, hey!" He pointed toward the other woman. "Y/N this is Heather. Heather, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."

He put an emphasis on the word girlfriend and Heather immediately backed up a few steps.

"Oh wow! Hi." She said looking at you. "I...sorry, I didn't know." She said, and with one more long, wistful, lustful look at Jensen, she sighed.

"Okay, so have a good night." She said and turned away.

Jensen gave a small wave. "Take care." He called to her and then shook his head.

You struggled to make your voice sound normal. "What the hell was that?"

Jensen glanced at you and then away, his smile slightly embarrassed. "Uh...that was me getting hit on."

"Hit on?" You questioned aggressively, "You mean, propositioned!"

Jensen shrugged, not arguing the point. For some reason his nonchalance made you angrier.

"So, what were you going to say?"

That caught his attention and he turned to look at you properly. "What?"

"If I hadn't popped up to shut things down what would you have said to her?"

Jensen's smile disappeared completely and he frowned at you.

"Are you...serious?"

You shrugged still trying to pretend indifference. "Hey, look I'm just curious. I mean stuff like this must happen all the time to you, and I'm certainly not always around to jump out and stop it, so what do you say?"

Jensen stared at you hard for a minute before he spoke. "I say, I'm flattered, thanks, but I have a girlfriend."

"Oh, you're flattered?"

Jensen threw his hands up. "Well Jesus, Y/N, what do you want me to say? Go fuck yourself?"

He shook his head. "What is this all about? Where is this coming from?"

You shrugged. "It's not coming from anywhere. I told you, I was just curious. Cause...I mean...you know, we never really said we were exclusive, so if you wanted to -"

Jensen cut you off. "I'm sorry, what? We're not exclusive? Really?"

He glared at you for a minute and your mind was screaming at you to apologize and just tell him you were being an idiot. But the scared, jealous beast in your chest wouldn't shut up.

"I mean, not officially."

Jensen's jaw was clenched as his eyes bore into you. "So, saying 'I love you' to each other? That wasn't being exclusive?" Before you could answer that question, he was angrily asking another.

"What are you saying here, Y/N? Is this...are you trying to tell me you wanna fuck other guys?"

You scowled at him. "No." Your tone said that he was being ridiculous. "Look, let's just drop it, okay? Let's just go meet everyone at the bar."

Jensen stared at you for a full thirty seconds without speaking; his bright green eyes were like chips of ice. Finally, he responded.

"I'm not really in the mood to celebrate now. I'm gonna go back to the hotel. Are you coming?"

You opened your mouth to argue, but his clenched jaw and hard expression made you decide to just keep keep quiet.

"Fine." You said with a shrug.

Jensen texted Rob to say you weren't coming and then ordered an Uber. You realized that based on what he'd seen earlier, Rob probably thought you guys were cancelling for a much more enjoyable reason. But the ride back to the hotel was silent and charged with unspoken emotions.

When you got back to the suite Jensen was staying in, he tossed his key card on the table beside the door and immediately left for the bedroom.

His continued silence was beginning to wear on your patience, and it was making you start to panic internally.

Fuck, this is it! This is the moment he realizes I'm not worth all of this.

You slowly followed him into the bedroom and stood in the doorway. He was sitting on the side of the bed staring out the floor to ceiling doors that led to a private balcony off the massive King suite.

"So are you just gonna keep giving me the silent treatment, because I dared to question you about the groupies that flock around you?"

Jensen looked over at you angrily, before he stared down at the floor for a minute and then stood up, kicking off his shoes and grabbing his sweater and pulling it over his head. He tossed it over the chair that sat in the corner and turned away from you.

Your stomach muscles clenched as they always did when you were faced with his gorgeous, tanned, torso. His back was always so exceptionally beautiful. So watching it ripple, the muscles moving fluidly under his lightly freckled skin, was putting you in the awkward position of being angry and horny at the same time.

"Jensen, I asked you a question, for fucks sake!" You shouted at him and he continued to ignore you, just taking off his watch and the couple bracelets he was wearing and tossing them onto the night stand.

Frustrated in more ways than one, you stomped over to him and tried to turn him to face you, without much success.

Finally he spun around and towered over you. "Jesus Christ, Y/N, I don't want to fucking talk about this, I thought I was making that clear."

"Yeah, you mean you don't want to talk about it because you're AFRAID to talk about it!" You shouted up at him. "You don't wanna slip up and tell me something that you meant to keep to yourself."

His scowl was horribly intimidating when it was fixed so intensely on you. His voice was hard and raised again as he responded.

"And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N? Huh? Just what, EXACTLY, are you accusing me of?"

"I'm not accusing you, Jesus!" You yelled. "All I'm saying is that I wouldn't be surprised if...if sometimes you were...you know, tempted...to sleep with one of the scores of women that throw themselves at you."

He was incredulous as he stared down at you. "Do you even fucking know me? I mean who the fuck do you think I am?"

"I know exactly who you are!" You screamed in frustration and fear. "You're Jensen Ackles, hottest man on the planet, the guy who makes all the panties wet -"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!"

"- the guy who has literally any woman he wants just waiting to come running at the crook of his finger, all of them more than willing to fuck you in a heartbeat."

You were breathing roughly and fighting back tears as all your insecurities and fears were bubbling up as you continued volume still high.

"Seriously, you have every woman in the world throwing themselves at you, and I'm gone half the time. It must be hard to just...abstain. I mean, it's not exactly most guys' forte - turning down hot, available women."

You knew you were pushing him, pissing him off completely. But there was a small, nasty voice in the back of your head saying it was better to lose him now than later.

He stalked towards you and you backed up so he wouldn't bowl you over. "Is that really what you think? Seriously? That I can't keep it my fucking pants, I'm too much of a fucking horndog to go a couple weeks without sex?"

He stepped closer to you and his voice dipped lower, though it was still firm and loud.

"Nevermind that I'm skyping you three or four times a week, so I can jack off watching you fuck yourself and listening to you moan and come. That's not enough for me to stay faithful, I guess!" He threw his hands up in frustration. "Gotta get that pussy 24/7 or I'm not happy!"

You chewed on your lip and your voice was small and worried when you spoke again.

"But you cancelled last week. And you wouldn't necessarily be being unfaithful. Like I said, we never really confirmed we were exclusive."

Jensen closed his eyes and you saw the muscle jump in his jaw. When he opened them again, they were still angry, but a different kind of heat was pulsing there too.

"Is this what all this shit has been about? I told you, they switched our filming schedule because a location had to change; and that fucked up my entire week."

You nodded, acknowledging that you'd heard him the first time he told you.

He shook his head. "And as for exclusivity?" He pushed you backwards until you banged up against the glass balcony doors.

He grabbed your face in his big hand, wrapping it under your chin and around your jaw. "You are exclusively mine."

Before you could react he ripped open your grey button down, making you gasp loudly as he palmed your breasts through your mostly see-through bra.

"Mine." He growled as he captured your silk clad nipple in his mouth.

"Jensen...I...I think, I...think we should..."

You broke off with a whine as he shoved a hand up your skirt to rub along the crotch of your drenched panties.

"No." He said, in a voice that demanded obedience. "No more thinking from you. I'm gonna fuck the overthinking right outta your god damn body."

He pulled your ruined panties down your body, leaving them to pool around your ankles. "And I'm gonna make sure you know beyond a doubt that this fucking body," he shoved two fingers into you and you cried out and clenched around them, "this pussy is the only one I'm interested in."

He pulled his fingers out of you and took off your skirt. Then he removed your bra so that you were completely naked, pressed up against the cool, clear balcony doors.

It occurred to you that maybe you should move away from the glass doors. The suite was on the 25th floor, but they had drones now that could -

But then, true to his word, Jensen pulled the worrisome thoughts right out of your head by dropping to his knees and swirling his tongue in your belly button.

Your hands slid into his hair for balance, as he grabbed the back of your thigh and tossed your left leg over his shoulder.

He pressed his lips gently against your sex, kissing it softly. He began kitten licking at your clit and you started squirming, trying to push down harder against his mouth. But he wouldn't let you, his strong fingers pushed into your fleshy hips and held you in place, so he could give you the pleasure you were craving, on his terms.

Finally, after licking and swirling his tongue around your clit for what felt like a torturosly long time, Jensen pulled your teased, and now highly sensitive little bundle of nerves, into his mouth and sucked hard. Your first orgasm of the night, shocked you with its speed and intensity.

You tugged roughly on Jensen's hair as you cried out and he grunted at the pain. As your climax began to ebb slightly, he set to work again, his fingers curling up into you, pressing against your g-spot over and over and easily ripping another harsh and surprising orgasm out of you.

Your head was spinning from two such intense orgasms one on top of the other like that. But Jensen wasn't letting up.

He slid a third finger into you before pushing his tongue in too. Your legs were trembling as he pumped in and out of your wet channel. Occasionally he pulled his tongue out to flick against your hard clit.

After the third time you came on his tongue, your legs gave out but, Jensen just held you pinned against the glass as he finished sucking up every drop of you.

Finally he let your leg drop off his shoulder and scooped you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and relished the feel of his bare chest beneath your hands as you ran your fingers up and down. He moved to sit on the chair in the corner throwing his sweater off of it and onto the ground.

He sat you up in his lap and settled so you were straddled over his left, denim covered leg.

"Jensen..." You began, but he kissed you silent.

As he pulled out of the kiss, he flexed his thigh muscle, lifting it to press deliciously against your dripping cunt.

You moaned deeply and grabbed onto his wide shoulders for balance.

"Do it, baby. Fuck yourself on me, use my thigh to get off." He picked you up to slam you against his thick hard muscles once again.

"I can't, Jensen," you panted, "I don't have the strength."

"Sure you can." He encouraged.

He moved his thumb down to very gently, very slowly circle your clit, giving you just enough friction that it left you chasing more. You threw your head back and then pounded yourself down on his thigh, nails pressing into his skin where you gripped his shoulders.

"Thatta girl!" He said through gritted teeth as your tits bounced and swayed every time you ground against him.

Your clit was burning from the rough contact with the denim, but you couldn't stop bouncing on him, rolling your hips back and forth, desperately chasing the high that was just inches away.

You moaned pathetically and leaned forward to suck on his bottom lip before you placed your forehead on his, hips still rolling against him.

"Please, Jensen!" You whined again."Please." You bounced against him one last time before he took pity on you and with perfect precision and pressure he circled two fingers on your clit only a handful of times before he broke you again.

You slammed up and down on his rock hard thigh as you came, drenching his jeans with your slick.

When you finally fell onto his chest, completely exhausted, Jensen picked you up again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

When he reached the bed he tossed you onto it.

"Hands and knees." He ordered in a voice that got you very close to your fifth orgasm of the night.

You did as he told you, crawling on hands and knees to the middle of the bed. You heard the jingle of his belt as he took off his wrecked jeans and the snap of his elastic waistband as he pulled down his boxer briefs.

Then you felt the bed dip as he came up behind you. He pushed a hand between your shoulder blades. "Pull that pillow over to you and lay down on it."

Again you followed his instructions quickly, already pushing back towards him, desperate to be fucked.

He petted his big hand down the length of your back, gripping your ass in one hand as he lined himself up at your entrance with the other.

He sank into you painfully slowly, holding your hips in check to stop you slamming back onto him.

He rolled his body against you, easing in and out of you at an incredibly slow pace.

You whimpered in need, your exhausted body desperate for him to take you over the edge one more time. But he wouldn't be hurried.

He leaned over you, covering you completely. He entwined his fingers with yours where they hugged the pillow, and spoke sure and strong into your ear.

"You are mine, darlin'" He said, his soft Texan drawl seeping out as it often did when he was hot and hard inside you, or when he was all blissed out from you sucking his cock.

"Tell me I'm yours." He demanded as he snapped his hips forward and drove deeper.

"Mine!" You shouted out in pleasure as you came again, walls clenching tight around him.

"Exclusively yours." He groaned against your skin as his hips pounded against you a half dozen more times before he shouted out his release and fell to the side with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

***

Many hours and many more orgasms later, you were sitting in the warm jacuzzi tub the suite offered in its palatial bathroom. Jensen sat between your legs and you had them wrapped around his trim waist.

He leaned his head back against your shoulder and the position gave you ample opportunity to run your hands and lips across his skin, which you took shameless advantage of.

You ran the washcloth over his broad chest and then brought it up to drizzle water over his thick, round shoulder, before leaning down to sip at the droplets of water that sat on his skin.

He moaned low and happy, a deep, contented rumble in his chest.

You felt it in your core, but you felt it tug at your heart too. You loved to see him like this, and you were so sorry that you'd stressed him out earlier.

You brushed his wet hair back off his forehead and kissed him there. His forest green eyes fluttered open and he smiled slowly, his eyes smiling too.

Your smile was apologetic. "I'm sorry." You opened your mouth to continue and he pulled you down for a wet kiss. When you pulled away you were panting softly and you pressed your lips against his temple.

His voice was gravelly when he spoke. "You said you love me. Do you?"

You frowned. "What kind of question is that? Of course I do!"

"Why?"

You were slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I asked. Why do you love me?"

You thought for second. "So many reasons."

"Give me a few of them." He said, not backing down.

You shrugged somewhat self-consciously. You were a little afraid to give away just how much you loved him, admitting that gave another person an awful lot of power over you.

But you looked down into his shining, Viridian eyes and knew beyond a doubt that you could trust him with that power: he'd never abuse it.

"I love you because..." you started hesitantly, but gained confidence as you spoke.

"Because you make me laugh, a lot. And because you're smart. Because you're so unbelievably kind - to like, everyone. Because I see the little things you do automatically, without a second thought, to make things easier for everyone around you. Because you're a peacemaker and a storyteller! I could quite literally listen to you talk for hours and hours and never grow tired. Because I see how much you hold up your friends when they're struggling. Because you hold me up too. Because somehow you're capable of keeping everyone in your life safe and happy, carried with love and ease on these broad, beautiful shoulders."

You kissed his shoulder again and spoke the next words quietly against the muscle there. "And because you're loyal, and I know you'd never hurt me."

You looked back at him, your expression remorseful. "I really am sorry I let my fears and insecurities get the best of me."

Jensen nodded. "I know." He pulled you down for another brief kiss and then spoke against your lips. "Wanna know why I love you?"

You nodded shyly. He turned to face forward again, pulling your legs tighter around him.

"I love you because your soul is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His words struck you hard and tears came to your eyes.

"Because you make me feel like I could fly, like I'm capable of anything. I love you because you're impulsive and you force me to be a little more impulsive too. I love you for the way you love the people in your life, absolutely, and unconditionally. I love how you become a protective Mama Bear around anyone that is being harassed or bothered. I love the way you sass back to people who are unkind, I love that you don't let them get away with it."

He pulled your arms forward around his neck and turned his head to kiss your soft bicep. "But mostly, sweetheart, I love you for the exact, complete person you are. No one else is you. No one else could ever be you."

You nodded, rubbing your cheek on his. "I believe you, and I promise not to forget it."

"Good." He said. "And I noticed that nowhere in your list did you say that you loved me for the fact that I'm famous and/or that I make 'panties wet'." He said, using finger quotes and a giving a roll of his eyes.

You winced.

"Which I'm very happy about. Because you know, none of that stuff is real, the fame, the propositions from random women. None of it means anything. This is real. You. Here. All naked and wrapped around me, loving me...and trusting me to love you too."

You squeezed him tighter. "I will always trust you. I will always love you. And I will always be yours."

You leaned down and kissed him long and hard, until you both pulled away, desperate for air.

"And I will always be yours." You smiled at him and nipped his bottom lip.

"Exclusively."

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