Hurricanes @ Islanders | Round 1, Game 3 | April 25, 2024

[DI! Leon S Kennedy Edition]

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Cuddler, massive cuddler. Honestly I see Leon as enjoying his partner being cuddled up to his chest but as long as you're touching each other he really doesn't mind. He just needs to be grounded after sex because he's not use to intimacy. (Remember y'all, aftercare in important FOR EVERYBODY INVOLVED DOM/SUB/SWITCH WHOEVER!!!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Definitely proud of his arms. Man's got two pythons where his forearms are supposed to be. I'd be proud of those bitches too. It also doesn't help how often you tend to cling to them, admire them while cuddling up together or compliment how they look when he flexes.

When Leon's asked the good old "tits or ass?" question older than time itself he smirks and simply says thighs. He loves something plush to nap on when he comes home from work. He always says it'll be a quick 30 minute nap but he's always out for 3 hours when he's laying his head on your lap. They're just such a nice pillow and even nicer wrapped around his head.

A Podcast Love Story

Summary: The story of Shayne & Y/N, as told through a series of podcasts

AN: This story was inspired by a request from someone that tumblr isn't letting me tag, so that's dumb lol

Also, I tried to follow the actual timeline of when these podcasts were posted but I did take some creative liberty, so some things might not match up with when the were really posted irl

Wordcount: 3.4K

CW: very light mention of smut, talk about pregnancy

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SmoshCast #75 – How Shayne and Courtney Feel About Being Shipped Together

Dating someone who’s in the public eye was not entirely unexpected. You live in Los Angeles after all. When you and Shayne started dating in 2019 you decided to keep it a secret for a while. Neither of you were ready to share your relationship with the Smosh viewers yet.

This became more difficult when you decided to quarantine together in 2020 during the pandemic. Two weeks after he returned from Australia, when you were sure that neither of you had Covid, you packed your necessities and headed to Shayne’s. It was nice being together, but it did get complicated when he needed to film videos.

Sometimes you would go for a walk while he was filming. Other times you would hide in the other room. He’d triple check all his footage before submitting it to make sure you, and any of your belongings, weren’t in frame.

one more || d.w

wc: 1.2k

tw: pwp, fem!reader, fingering, pet names(sweetheart, baby, honey)

a/n: i just have dean brain rot constantly so pls enjoy

Work Husband

Summary: Mats always been your work husband but what happens when you both decide you want something more official?

Pairing: corporate!Mat Barzal x corporate!gn reader

WC: 7.4k~ (my longest fic ever!)

Genre: fluff / slice of life

Warnings: Periodic swearing, couple mentions of food, and reader could be read as being smaller than Mat in like 2 lines but 99.99% of the fic can be read in as any body type (I always try to make my reader inserts as body neutral as possible, if you have any tips on how I could do better feel free to let me know)

A/N: HUGEEEEE shout out to @wyattjohnston for bearing with me and letting me publish this well after the due date, you’re a saint to all of Hockeyblr for coming up with this winter exchange. Speaking of, this fic is for @twopeoplecanchange I hope you love this as much as I did have writing this. And another huge round of applause to @lam-ila and @lifeofpriya for betaing this monster of a fic <3

as always likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcomed :)

Older!Leon Kennedy x gn!reader headcanons

( written with no specific leon in mind, just older than re4 || pure fluff ♡ || maybe retired!leon? who knows ♡ )

Summary: An attractive stranger approaches you after a concert.

After you played the last note and lowered your bow, the room erupted in applause. You smiled and then stood up from your chair and bowed down with the rest of your string quartet.

“what a lovely performance” Winston, the head of the hotel where you just performed stepped on the stage. It was your first gig at the prestigious continental Hotel and you couldn’t help but curiously look around the audience. Most people wore suits and stood with drinks in the room.

“Thank you for playing. It’s always nice to have these little concerts” the hotel manager explained and you and your fellow musicians smiled politely.

“Now, for the rest of the evening, feel free to Check out our bar or Lounge area. We will then discuss details for further performances.” Another round of applause, then Winston left the stage and the crowd started to dissolve. Quicky you packed your cello in its suitcase, then you went back to your room to store it. In the hotel room bathroom you quicky refreshed your make up, then you went back downstairs to the bar and lounge area, feeling confident in your elegant black dress and heels. At the bar you sat down and ordered a martini. As you looked around the room you could see Josh, one of the violists talk to Winston, probably about further performances and Lissy, who played the viola in your quartet flirt with a blonde short haired woman. You smiled and took a sip of your drink.

“Shostakovich wasn’t it?”

A voice said suddenly. You turned around and found yourself next to an attractive Dark haired stranger. Longish dark hair, a perfectly trimmed beard and. Black turtleneck under a black blazer.

Completely taken aback by his attractiveness you blinked.

“Excuse me?”

The man chuckled, it was a deep, soft noice which sent shivers down your spine.

“The last piece you played. It was Shostakovich wasn’t it?”

Now you smiled

,,yes, very good, someone knows their composers” you smiled up at the stranger who was now sipping on a glass of Whiskey.

“I listened often to him when I was younger, brings back memories, John wick is my name by the way”

“(Y/N), Nice to meet you Mr. wick”

Your gazes met and you imediatly knew how this night would end, or at least how you wanted it to end. In his or your hotel room, with him buried deep inside you. Only the thought of it made you squirm and sent shivers down your spine. You took a sip of your drink to calm yourself down.

As you returned your gaze to John, he was staring down at you, even though he was standing while you were sitting on a bar stool.

“If you were want to I could show you my cello” you whispered to break the tension.

“Yes” he murmured hoarsely. The he cleared his throat and finished his drink. You followed suit and only shortly after you were on the way to your room. On the way you explained a bit about your musical background and your instrument but as soon as you entered the hotel room everything music related was forgotten. The moment the door behind you closed his lips were on yours and his strong arms were wrapped around your waist. You answered his kiss fiercely and John groaned while his hands wandered over your back .Quicky he got rid of his blazer and your Shoes and tights followed quickly.

“Get on the bed” he ordered hoarsely. Completely breathless you could only nod and bit your lip as he stripped out of his turtleneck and slacks. He then got onto the bed and started kissing you feverishly, his lips wandered over your jaw and neck, causing you to shiver out of pleasure. Lightly he bit down and a gasp escaped you. Automatically you started to grind against him, feeling his erection through his briefs against your lower stomach. While his lips teased your sensitive neck, his hands started to tug impatiently on your dress, nearly ripping it off.

“Wait” you panted breathlessly and tried to find the zipper. John growled impatiently and then ripped the dress off unceremoniously. You sucked in a suprised breath and goodbumps formed on your body which was now only covered with your bra and panties. Your chest rose and fell quickly and you were practically shaking out of desire.

“I need you” your voice was breathless and John chuckled deeply. Gently but determined he pushed you further into the sheets and imediatly his body was on top of yours. You closed your eyes as his large hands roamed over your body and opened your bra. Quicky you shrug it off and a loud moan escapes you as Johns mouth found your sensitive nipple, sucking and biting gently.

“John” you whimper and arch your back. He looks up at your face and a smirk lays across his lips. As he continues, his hands wander lower on your body, lightly touching your ribs and stomach. After what feels like

an eternity, he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties.

“Lift your hips for me” he orders quietly. You obey immediately, your heart beating like crazy. He quicky pulled your panties off and then you felt his fingers at your entrance.

“So wet for me already” he groaned and started to part your folds with his index. You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck

“John please” you whined . He chuckled and started to apply light pressure on your clit, which caused you to squirm and move against him. Quickly his touch became more urgent and in mere seconds he had you moaning loudly as he curled his fingers against your G-spot.

“That’s a good girl”

He growled and you arched your back.

“I’m close” your voice wasn’t more than a whimper.

“Then cum for me”

That was all it took for you to loose control. With a loud unfiltered moan you came, wrapping your arms tightly around John as the waves of your orgasm hit you. He continued to finger you lightly, but then pulled back. Visibly exhausted you tried to catch your breath. Your whole body felt heavy and you were ready to fall asleep.

“I’m not done with you little one” John warned. Then he slowly thrusted inside you. You immediately noticed his size, which was pretty much perfect. Big enough to fill you completely, but not big enough to make it painful. You hummed in pleasure and after a bit John started to thrust slowly.

“Just to make it clear, I will not be gentle. This is only the beginning ”

He whispered in your ear and lightly bit your earlobe.

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less” you murmured back and teasingly clenched your walls around him, which caused him to groan. Without a warning he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head. His dark eyes met yours and a nearly cruel smile laid on his lips. As he started to move his hips again, his trusts were more forceful, driving the headboard against the wall and hitting your G-spot eveytime

“More, I need more” you begged weakly.

“As you wish” he then pulled out and just as you wanted to complain, he flipped you around and pulled you on all fours. Then he thrusted into you from behind in one swift motion. A suprised scream left your throat. This time John didn’t hold back anything. Roughly he grabbed your hips and took you in the most primal way. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the hotel room and you grabbed the sheets underneath you for support.

“Yes! John” your voice was high pitched and shortly you thought about how probably every other person on the floor could hear you.

“That’s it, good girl. Scream for me” Johns hand found its way around your throat and gently grabbed it, not hurting you but instead showing you that he was in control. His body was draped over yours and you could feel his breath on your neck. His thrusts got more impatient and rougher, which you didn’t even knew was possible. The hand which was wrapped around your throat wanders lower, pinching your nipples and then finding your sensitive clit.

“John” you moaned as he started to circle it.

He only continued and the combination of this cock hitting all the right spots and his finger rubbing your clit finally send you over the edge.

With a loud moan you come, gripping the sheets and whimpering. You heard John chuckle in your ear, he wasn’t slowing down his thrusts and you were close to overstimulation.

“Please…” you whimpered as he continued to fuck your body. He held your hips up and you couldn’t really do much expect take it, your head buried in the pillows and moaning weakly.

“Take it” he growled and continued. You clenched weakly around his cock. This thrusts got quicker and he was panting, then he came too. A deep groan left his throat and you felt him rest his forehead against your back while he was twitching inside of you. After his orgasm was over he took a deep breath and slowly pulled out. As soon as he wasn’t holding your hips anymore you collapsed on the bed. Your whole body felt heavy and you knew that you would be sore tomorrow. As you felt Johns hand on your thigh you wanted to protest, you couldn’t take anymore.

“It’s ok.let me clean you” he whispered and you nodded and slowly opened your legs and allowed him to wipe the rests of his cum away with a wet towel. After tat you lazily rolled onto your other side, facing John.

“Hey” you said awkwardly

“Hey” he repeated your words and then opened his arms invitingly, allowing you to cuddle against his muscular chest.

“You did well” he praised you quietly.

A quiet giggle escaped you.

“I’m honestly pretty sure that everyone in this hotel heard us, I’m not sure if Winston wants me to play here again”

“Well that would be a shame, I loved hearing you play”

Johns voice was laced with amusement.

,,I could give you a private concert”

,,Hmmm. How about my place after dinner?”

,,Sounds good”

Treasure Be Damned | Nathan Drake

》 PAIRING: movie!nathan drake x female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: childhood best friends to lovers; angst; fluff

》 SUMMARY: Nathan wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to finally realize what he felt for you. And no matter how much that gold was worth, you will always be his greatest treasure.

》 WARNINGS: both are orphans (mentioned), tech genius!reader, protective!nathan, switch pov halfway thru, kinda canon divergent (a.k.a. i made slight changes to some scenes from the movie), pining, jealousy jealousy, idiots in love, some angst, kidnapping, canon level violence, injuries, love confessions and a cute fluffy ending.

》 WORD COUNT: 5.4k+

A/N: hello! me again with another fic. this may seem super random but this was commissioned by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires ! thank u so so much hun <3 my first ever commission btw. trying to stick to a certain word count was actually quite interesting to me alskalsk but this was fun to write and i hope i did it justice!

+ also i couldn't think of a better title and the summary is kinda cheesy but we love cheese in this house so alksalkslaks

⊱ ─────.⋅♚ *｡･ﾟ.★. *｡･ﾟ✫*.

You and Nathan had been best friends for as long as you could remember.

When he punched a guy twice his size all because they made you cry on your first day at the orphanage, he quickly gained your trust and loyalty. It was reciprocated when you dumped all your lunch on a kid when they poked fun about why his brother left him.

You two had been inseparable ever since.

Elevation

Leon Kennedy x female reader More of my fluffy nonsense

Hunnigan slams the phone down into the cradle at the end of her call and if you hadn’t already been casting auspicious glances up at the scene before you, her actions would’ve made you jump.

“What is it, Leon?” Hunnigan’s tone is blunt.

It would be so easy to look up at the handsome DSO agent then. You’d be perfectly within your right to look up too, your desk opposite sat directly opposite Hunnigan’s so you had ring-side side seats to the commotion. It wouldn’t look odd - he’d be in your eyeline, after all - but you fight the temptation, keeping your eyes fixed on the paper in front of you, fingers tapping idly away over the keyboard as you transpose to the screen.

Prison Break- Part 9 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Tag List:

WC: 2725

CW: Alcohol mention, alcoholism mention, suicidal tendencies mentions, overall depressive themes

Summary: First part of the date night you and Leon planned

Prison Break- Part 8 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Tag List:

WC: 2007

CW: Alcohol mention

AN: In this house we appreciate and respect Ada Wong. Also sorry I said this would come out last night, I sat down to write and I legit fell asleep and woke up four hours later, with a keyboard imprint on my face o_o

Summary: You mull over the past week while you and Leon are bad about feelings.

“I dare you to steal his clothes.”

Mattheo, Enzo, Blaise and Theo

Luna dares you to steal his clothes while he’s showering. I mean what can possibly go wrong… *wink wink*

Warning: smut, making out and the guys are fully naked

Mattheo and Theo picture source: https://pin.it/4GWiiih

I wrote a part 2 for Mattheo and Theo: The day after the dare.

You were sitting in the slytherin common room. It was late and the party was dying down but your friends refused to go to their dorms.

“Truth or dare?” Luna asks as she tries to focus on you but she’s clearly too drunk to manage that.

“Dare.”

Luna tries to get her brain to come up with a good dare, something fun. It is then that she sees a certain slytherin holding a towel and heading for the bathroom.

Mattheo Riddle

“I dare you to steal Mattheo’s clothes while he’s showering.” You groan, you preferred to stay as far away from him as possible, but then again if you were sneaky enough he would probably never figure out it was you.

You had managed to sneak in without making any noise. You were relieved there was only one person in the bathroom. You tiptoed towards the pile of clothing and just as you were reaching for it you noticed that the water had stopped running.

“Accio.” Is all you heard before being pulled backwards straight into Mattheo. His strong arms immediately wrapped around you and pushed you against his still wet body.

“You were dared to do this, weren’t you?” Mattheo whispers in your ears, his voice is calm and amused. You swallow and lick your lips in an attempt to calm yourself. “Yes.” You murmur as you try to wiggle your way out of his arms, but he just tightens his grip more. The water droplets on his body are sinking into the fabric of your shirt.

You sigh. “Just let me go. And like, lend me your tie or something so they know I tried. I don’t want them to think I chickened out.” Mattheo leans in closer to your neck, his warm breath on your skin makes your whole body heat up. “Riddle.” You wanna complain but it comes out desperate.

“I have a better idea.” Mattheo says right before he spins you around. Your back clashes with a wall as he pushes you against it with his whole body. His amused smirk gives you mixed feelings of worry and desire. “Just the tie is fine.” You protest as his face inches towards you. You fear that if Mattheo actually kisses you, you will lose all sanity and he will have you begging in no time.

You can feel his hardening member between your legs. A not so subtle reminder that he’s naked. Mattheo’s hand lingers on your leg gently making his way up under your skirt. Your body tenses under his touch. “You can always leave. Or you can stay and maybe I’ll let you walk away with my clothes.”

As you consider your options he watches your face and slowly leans into you, his pleased grin never faltering. After a moment of quiet sexual tension Mattheo grabs your ass and lifts you up without warning. A soft noise leaves your lips and Mattheo sees your parted lips as an open invitation. His mouth is on yours and his tongue immediately starts exploring.

His hard cock teases your pussy through your panties. Out of desperation you wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer, searching for more sensation. He breaks the kiss and admires your flustered face. “Look at you. Always acting like you're better than me and now I’ll have you calling me daddy in no time.” His arrogance turns you on as much as it infuriates you.

Mattheo grabs your chin to angle your face right, leaving your neck exposed. He starts kissing and nibbling at your sensitive spot, while his hips rock into yours. Your fingers entangle in his beautiful dark curls but only for a moment. You are not an easy prey.

You tugg his hair so he pulls away from your neck. “Not happening, Riddle.” His arrogant smug face starts cracking and he clenches his jaw. “You’re pretty entertaining, but I’ll not be calling you daddy.” You say trying to sound brave while you unwrap your legs. With dark eyes he lets you slip out of his hands so you land on your feet. “No tie for you, you’ll fail your dare.” You smile at his attempt to persuade you.

“Don’t worry about me Riddle, worry about the little fella between your legs.” You take a step and reluctantly he lets you walk away. Now that there’s some distance between you two your eyes fall on his hard thick member and you bite your lip, slightly impressed by his size. When you’re near the door Mattheo can’t help but try one more time. “My roommates are going to be out for a few more hours, just so you know, in case you change your mind.” You lick your lips as you're holding the door. “Sorry pretty boy, it’s going to be you and your hand tonight.”

As you close the door behind you Mattheo looks around clearly frustrated that he got played like this. An annoyed huff leaves his lips. You had already caught his eye but now you were definitely on his radar. He urgently needs another shower to cool down.

Meanwhile you walked back to your friends still shaking from all the things Mattheo had you feeling. When they see you walk in they stop talking and stare. “Yeah, it didn’t go as planned.” You say with a soft voice and a flustered face. Suddenly Luna points, clearly still out of it. “Is that a hickey?” Your eyes widen as your hand covers your neck. “Oh. My. God.” Pansy’s dramatic voice draws even more attention, while Hermoine eyes show flashes of pure panic.

Enzo Berkshire

“I dare you to steal Lorenzo’s clothes while he’s showering.” Your eyes widen and you blush. You wondered if Luna dared you to do this because she had somehow figured out you had a crush on the Slytherin.

Either way you were currently standing in front of the bathroom door. You quietly open the door and tiptoe inside, while scanning for his clothes. However, Enzo already noticed you before you managed to spot his clothes. “Did they dare you to join me in the shower? Because you are more than welcome, darling.” You turn around with red cheeks and see Enzo with a bright smirk.

But honestly your eyes don’t linger on his face for very long. They immediately drop down to his very naked body and his dick. “Enjoying the show?” He asks and you quickly turn around. “Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t notice.” You stammer, making Enzo chuckle. “If you stare for as long as you did, you’ve definitely noticed everything.” He emphasizes the last word. “I was dared to steal your clothes.” You confess, hoping he won’t think you’re some pervy girl.

“That’s just boring. I dare you to join me for a shower, I will help you wash.” You feel your whole body heat up. “You can’t just dare me, I can still pick ‘truth’.” You hear him walk towards you, but you don’t dare to turn around assuming he’s still naked. “You’re right. So, truth then: did you like what you saw?” Your mouth falls open and suddenly you feel his breath on your neck. His eyes carefully watching your red face.

“You are unbelievable!” You try and take a step to put some distance between you two, but he wraps his arm around you. “Unbelievably hot? Handsome? Long? Big?” He teases you while his face nestles in his hair. “You know if you’re not going to tell me then you’re going to have to shower with me.”

“So strange, it’s been an hour and (y/n) still hasn’t come back.” Luna asks with a very confused tone. Hermoine smiles, having her suspicions. “Maybe she just got a little distracted while trying to steal Lorenzo’s clothes.”

Blaise Zabini

“I dare you to steal Zabini’s clothes while he’s showering.” You swallow. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” Convincing drunk Luna was impossible. So here you were sneaking around in the Slytherin boys bathroom gathering Blaise’s scattered clothes like some weirdo. You had finally collected every piece and tiptoed your way to the door. However, you were still only halfway when you were spotted.

“Hey, hey, what do you think you’re doing, little smooth criminal?” You hear Zabini shout as you're holding all of his clothes. “Nothing.” You instinctively answer. He wants to say something but is distracted when he sees your eyes scan down his body. “Princes, my eyes are up here.” You let out a nervous laugh as you glue your eyes to his. It has never been so difficult to not look at something.

You don’t dare to take your eyes off his face as he walks towards you. When he stops right in front of you you feel like you’re turning into pudding. He slowly leans in, his eyes never leaving yours. Then suddenly he pulls out a towel from behind you and wraps it around his waist. You sigh relieved that you can let your eyes wander again.

“Can I have my clothes back, little thief?” He asks with an adorable smile plastered on his face. “No, I’m stealing them for a dare.” You explain like you now have every right to steal his clothes. He tilts his head, not satisfied with your excuse. “I really need them.” You urge and you earn yourself a baffled expression from him. “So do I.”

“Clothes are overrated. You can go naked.” Blaise quirks an eyebrow. “I mean you have your towel.” You gesture to his slutty low hanging towel and when he looks down you head for the door. Unfortunately, you don’t get very far as he grabs a hold of your wrist. You stumble and fall into him, making you drop some of the clothes you were holding and causing his towel to loosen and fall down. As soon as you notice that his rather large member is revealed again you glue your eyes back to his. “Your towel.” He’s so amused with your flustered face that it really doesn’t bother him anymore.

His lips catch yours by surprise, but it doesn’t take long for you to relax into the kiss. Things heat up quickly. Your hands snake around his neck and he starts exploring your entire body, squeezing and cupping your breasts while gripping your ass and pulling you into his hips. You never stop touching each other as he walks you towards the shower. “I’m going to have to steal your clothes.” He explains as he pulls your shirt over your head. “Understandable.” Is all you say.

After more than an hour you return to your friends. “Did you take a shower?” Hermoine questions when she notices you walk in with wet hair. “Who cares! Did you get his clothes?” Luna screams in excitement about the dare. “Damn, I forgot about that.” You sigh and Luna looks confused. “Then what have you been doing all this time?” “Me.” You hear Blaise say as he passes you and your friends on his way to his room. You glare but his smile doesn't fade.

Theodore Nott

“I dare you to steal Nott’s clothes while he’s showering.” You roll your eyes as soon as you hear his name. All of your friends were convinced that you had a thing for him and you definitely admired his looks but you just couldn’t stand his smug face.

“Run in, grab his clothes and run out. Easy.” You whispered to yourself before slamming the door open with zero tact and running in. He of course immediately notices you. You spot a pile of clothes on the other side of the room and sprint towards it. When he realizes what you’re up to he steps out of the shower and heads towards the door.

You quickly hug the pile of clothes against your chest and turn around with the intention of running out, but there’s a flaw in your plan. Well, more like a very naked Theo leaning against the door. “I’m assuming you were dared to do this?” He raises an eyebrow. “Duh, why else would I be running around stealing clothes?” You were annoyed with his question and he was annoyed with your answer.

As you walk towards him it’s harder for you to ignore his massive cock, like its size is almost bothering you. No wonder his ego is so massive, just like his dick. He licks his lips as he watches you stare at him for a second too long to go unnoticed. When you look up and see his smirk, you sigh. “Just let me pass, Nott.” He shakes his head. “You come running in here, try to steal my clothes and expect me to let you walk out. You really aren’t that bright.” You narrow your eyes at him. “But you’re pretty, so maybe we can arrange something.”

The only thing between you two is the pile of clothes that you’re holding against your chest. Theo tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Come on, if you get on your knees for me I’ll let you walk out of here with my clothes.” You consider your options, but he makes choosing easier by leaning in and kissing you roughly. He bites your lips and you open your mouth while simultaneously dropping his clothes. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you press yourself against him. He eagerly embraces your lust and lets himself lean against a wall.

Your hands roam his naked chest and slowly you make your way to his already harding member. When you finally wrap your hand around his thick cock he lets out a soft moan. Even though his eyes are shut he knows you're smiling against his lips. You start pumping his dick and stroking his tip. Theo's breaths become messy. He hates that you know how much you turn him on, but he can’t help himself. More than once, has he spent his time daydreaming about you going down on him and now your lips were slowly making their way down from his neck to his chest to…

“You’re already leaking cum for me.” You taunt him and he looks down at you. Fuck, seeing you on your knees holding his cock. It does things to him. “But if you think something is going to happen, then you aren’t very bright, Theo.” With those words you jump up and grab his clothes, running like your life depends on it.

Panting you reach your friends and hold Theo’s clothes up in victory. Luna cheers excitedly. Some time passes and you’ve all decided to play one last round, when suddenly Theo walks in wearing nothing but a towel and if looks could fuck, then.. you know, definitely fucked. The lust in his eyes was dangerously attractive. His eyes never leave yours as he gathers his clothes laying next to you. “I’ll get you for this.” He says with a husky voice and licks his lips. Hermoine frowns and laughs nervously. “Why do I get the feeling this is about more than just stealing clothes?” Your heart starts racing as you watch Theo walk away, you might have gotten yourself in trouble.

Sweet

A/N: I’ve been working on this for a while. Hope you like it:)

Warnings: violence, fighting, brief mentions of Deckard Shaw with a thigh holster

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Deckard Shaw proposes

Nothing really scared Deckard Shaw. After years and years of carnage and bloodshed, he’d grown accustom to what others would call horrors.

However, the sight of you angry at him terrified him.

Your jaw was locked tightly, your darkened eyes avoiding him as you worked on getting together what you could find to patch him up. A first-aid kit had practically been thrown on to the table beside him, along with a few towels.

You pulled a chair around the small table to his side. You brushed your hair over one shoulder as you sat down. He watched you with a guarded look, unsure of just what you were planning. You leaned across the table to get the first-aid kit.

“Say something, sweet.” He urged quietly.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You were beyond angry. You were furious. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn’t he just stick to the plan?

“You always have something to say.” Deckard rolled his eyes. You took the hem of his shirt and easily ripped the material so that you’d have access to the two bullet wounds on his torso. “Could’ve just asked me to take my shirt off for ya, sweet.”

“I’m not in the mood, Deckard.” You flicked a light on and waved the flame underneath a pair of tweezers. He looked away from you for a moment and across the hotel room. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know.” He muttered. 

“Good.”

“You remind me every day.”

“Shut up and be still.” You leaned forward to retrieve the bullet embedded just below his left clavicle.

“You sure you don’t wanna cut me open a little more-,”

“Don’t tempt me, Deckard.”

Silence fell between you both as you worked to get the wound patched up. He winced just slightly at the stinging sensation. You pulled the first bullet out and placed it on a gauze pad on the table.

“You’re never this quiet.” He commented before grinding his teeth together. You gave him no warning as you started digging around for the second bullet just between his ribcage and his hip. 

“If I talk right now, Deckard, it’s only going to end with me leaving.”

“You’re not going anywhere. It isn’t safe.”

“You don’t get to tell me shit about what is and isn’t safe.” You pulled the last bullet from his body and threw it and the tweezers down on the table. You were less than gentle with patching him up, letting just how angry you were seep through into how you were acting. This showed Deckard just how upset you were with his how he had been earlier today. You didn’t intentionally hurt him, but you weren’t gentle with him either.

You stood to your feet and started to leave when a hand latched on to your wrist. Deckard was on his feet and pulling you back to him in a heartbeat.

“Let me go, Deckard.”

“Not a chance, sweet.” He shook his head, looking down at you with a soft gaze. He opened his mouth to apologize but you started speaking first.

“I’m done with this, Deckard.” You ripped your hand out of his grip and took a step away from him, shaking your head as you fought the tears in your eyes. A lump began to form in your throat, threatening to take your ability to speak.

“The hell are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I’m done with you putting your life on the line for me way more than you need to! I am done with you thinking I’m incapable of fighting my own fights-,”

“I know you can fight, Y/N-,”

“You say that, but your actions today say otherwise.” You shook your head. “I’m not going to watch you kill yourself because you think I’m some damsel in distress all the time.”

Before he could say anything, your phone buzzed on the table. You moved past him to pick it up.

“What?” You snapped. 

“It’s me.” Letty spoke. “Tej has eyes on your hotel. There’s MI-6 agents outside getting ready to storm in after you two.”

“Of course there are.” You sighed out, fighting the urge to throw your phone across the room. “Thanks, Letty.” You hung up and tucked your phone into your jacket.

“I really don’t like you playing nice with them, you know.” Deckard commented as you started for the door.

“And right now, I really don’t like you. Put a shirt on. MI-6 is getting ready to come.”

“Where are you going?” Deckard picked up a black long sleeve and tugged it into place. 

“Wherever you aren’t.” You didn’t even make it two steps down the hallway before he had his hand on your arm, pulling you back to him. “Get your damn hand off of me, Deckard, before I put another bullet in you.”

He held your hard gaze before letting you go.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight, Y/N. Not until we fix this.”

“Sorry to interrupt your little moment, love birds.” Hobbs spoke as he and Roman jogged down the hallway. Where they came from, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t really care either. 

“We don’t have time to fight now.” You called over your shoulder to Deckard as you started for the elevator at the end of the hall. “But once we get somewhere safe, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“I’m looking forward to it, sweet.” Deckard glared at Hobbs, who stopped by your side at the elevator. He never liked how you were relatively close to the D.S.S. agent. Friends weren’t something you made easily, your trust was something you did just give out to anyone. Only a small handful of people had earned the rare title of being your ally. Luke Hobbs was one of them. 

“You two okay?” Hobbs whispered to you.

“You don’t care.” You let out a sigh, rolling your head from side to side. “You can’t stand him.”

“No, but I can put up with you.” He teased lightly and winked at you. You cracked a little smile, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Deckard. Even if he hadn’t been the one to make the smile happen, he was glad that someone made you smile. At least you weren’t pissed at everyone.

“So if you two don’t work out, baby doll, you think we still have a chance?” Roman casually leaned against the wall next to you. Since you two had met a little less than a year ago, he’d been playfully flirting with you and once in a while, you’d humor him and flirt back. 

Sometimes this drove Deckard insane, especially when he knew you were doing it to make him mad. But it never made him jealous. He knew you’d never leave him for another man. Still, Deckard didn’t like it. You were his. 

The brutish ex-military man drew the gun from the holster on his thigh and clicked the safety off. Roman noticed this and stiffened up. You paid no attention to your boyfriend, knowing he wouldn’t do anything-unless Roman acted on his words. Roman Pierce was mostly talk. 

“Oh, baby.” You feigned a pout, putting your hand on Roman’s arm. “We never had a chance.”

Deckard smirked from his place behind the trio, pride taking him over. Roman put his hand over his heart. 

“That’s cold, baby.”

The elevator doors finally opened and you froze. Half a dozen MI-6 agents in tactical gear were in the elevator. 

Deckard grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest, then threw himself against the wall. Roman and Hobbs dove against the opposite wall, evading the rain of bullets. The doors closed almost as quickly as they had opened. You looked around, confused. What just happened?

“You’re welcome.” Tej’s voice came over the earpiece you forgot you were wearing. “Now quit standing there and get your asses moving please!”

“Thanks, Tej.” Hobbs moved away from the wall. 

“That was great.” Roman’s breathing was labored from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. You pushed yourself away from the wall and out of Deckard’s arms. 

“The elevator’s not going anywhere.” You observed. The numbers above the doors still said the box was on your floor. “Can you move it down on floor, Tej? Keep the doors shut.”

“Of course I can do that.” You could hear him roll his eyes. 

“That’s not going to help us with anything, Y/N.” Hobbs said. “We’re still stuck in a hotel full of agents who now-thanks to you two-think I’m a bad guy.”

“It’s not our fault you affiliate yourself with us.” Deckard stubbornly crossed his arms. 

“Open the doors for me, Hobbs.” You ignored them and gestured to the sealed elevator doors. 

“Why didn’t you ask me?” Deckard muttered as Hobbs moved towards the doors. 

“Because you’re still bleeding.” You glanced over your shoulder to him, briefly glancing over him to make sure he was okay.

“What’s your plan, Y/N?” Roman asked you as he went to stand next to Hobbs. The doors had been pried open and the large man was currently holding them open. 

“Ride the elevator down. When we get to the ground, we have a better chance of fighting our way out.”

“Good thinking.” Hobbs complimented.

“Yeah, well I’m pretty positive I’m the only one who has a brain out of the four of us.” You slipped underneath one of his arms and wrapped your hands around the think steel wire holding the elevator up. You supported your weight with your hands until you could get your legs wrapped around the cable. From there, you could slide down and quietly land on the elevator car. 

You looked back up to the boys, placing your index finger over your lips to signal them to be quiet. Roman was next. His landing would’ve been rough had you not grabbed his jacket to steady him on his feet. Deckard was after him. Even with his injuries, he made it down with ease. Hobbs was last. You moved to one of the sides of the car, careful not to let anything of yours touch the walls. 

“Okay, Tej. Take us to the ground.” You told him, putting your hand up to your ear. Deckard watched you for a few moments, his piercing blue eyes studying you carefully. You knew he wanted to say something about the conversation you’d had earlier but he wasn’t going to, not with two sets of ears in the room. 

Once the elevator hit the floor, you decided you were going to be the one to take out the MI-6 agents in the elevator. You ordered Tej not to open the doors yet. You needed to keep everything confined. You worked better in small spaces.

“Come on, Y/N. Let me go with you.” Hobbs didn’t like the idea of you going down there alone with six heavily armed men. 

“No offense, big guy, but you take up more space.” You tied your hair back into a ponytail and rolled your shoulders. 

Your eyes flickered to Deckard. He was silent but his eyes spoke a thousand words. He wasn’t happy. He wanted to argue with you, to tell you that it was ridiculous for you to go in alone when you had three, scratch that, two abled bodies to go in with you. Roman was just there to provide any distractions. Fighting wasn’t his thing. But after hearing that you were ready to leave him earlier, Deckard knew it would be better for him to shut up and let this go than to fight it. You were a big girl. You could handle yourself. You knew your boundaries. 

You looked to Hobbs and nodded your head once. He pulled the hatch open and you jumped down into the elevator car, on to the agent directly below you. He collapsed under your sudden weight on him. You pulled the baton from his waist and turned to hit the agent right behind you. The space was too restricting for them to use the big guns they had in their hands. You had the advantage, and you knew this. You smirked as you spun around and caught another agent in the side of the neck right where his protective gear ended. He cried out at the pain. 

Arms wrapped around you, pinning your arms to your sides. You gritted your teeth together and threw yourself back before throwing yourself forward, The sudden shift in weight caught the agent holding you off guard. He stumbled forward, releasing you as he toppled over you. You caught yourself on your hands and knees. Using this new position, you swiped your leg out to kick the agent to your right as hard as possible in his knee then again in his stomach when he collapsed to his knees. 

Someone grabbed your ponytail. This made you livid. You couldn’t stand when people grabbed your hair. Ignoring the stinging pain, you rolled over on to your back and managed to put yourself underneath the man kneeling behind you. You wrapped your legs around his head, not shying away from suffocating him with your thighs. You grabbed his hand as he tried to grab your thighs and pull you away from him. You twisted his arm painfully until you heard a snap and he let out a high-pitch yelp. While you did this, you noticed another agent reaching for his taser. You moved out of the way just as the agent reached down to tase you. 

He was suddenly thrown across the small room. You looked up to see Hobbs standing over you. 

“I had it under control.” You growled, bringing your elbow down to connect with the face of the agent between your legs. He fell unconscious. While Hobbs ensured the rest of the agents weren’t going to get up any time soon, you pushed the agent off of you and stood to your feet. 

“I just helped you out a little-,”

“I don’t need your help.” You cut him off. Deckard and Roman jump down from the top of the car, the latter landing less than elegantly. “Tej, open the doors.” 

“Okay, but I’m gonna warn y’all. There’s a bunch of trouble-,”

“Just do it!” You yelled. You were itching to fight, the anger boiling in your veins making you a danger to anyone around you.

You pulled picked up two batons and twirled them in your hands, the corner of your lips pulling up in a devilish smirk.

You weren’t sure how the fire in the bar of the hotel started. You were too focused on fighting the armed operatives trying to stop you. You’d lost your jacket amidst a fight with a female agent and your shirt was torn. Your hair began to fall from the ponytail. You were exhausted. Your body ached and the number of cuts and bruises were increasing steadily. Not to mention the fire alarms were going off and the sprinklers decided to soak you. What was left of your shirt clung to your torso.

Roman and Hobbs had managed to get to the doors. You couldn’t see Deckard but you guessed he also made it out.

You flipped a table and took cover behind it just before bullets flew your way. Instinctively, you flinched from the impact of the bullets on the wooden table top.

The echoing bangs stopped and for a moment. You spotted a pistol just out of reach. Knowing it was probably a bad choice, you dove out of the safety of the overturned table and grabbed the weapon. You turned and in the same instant, cocked the hammer, putting a bullet in the chamber. With your thumb hovering over the trigger, you stared down the gun at Deckard.

“It’s only me, dove.” He breathed out, holding his hands up to prove he meant no harm. He was battered and bruised, blood trickling from a wound on his temple.

You put the gun down, letting out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, and looked around the room. You two were the only ones standing.

“You good?” He asked, taking a few steps towards you. You nodded, glancing down to gun in your hands. This was it. “Come on. We need to go-,”

“I’m not going with you, Deckard.” You put the safety on and tucked the gun into the back of your pants. Who knew if you’d need it later.

“We don’t have time for you to be dramatic, Y/N-,”

“I told you I’m not doing this.” You shook your head softly. Your throat began to burn and your nose started to itch. “I could’ve lost you today, Deckard.” Your voice lowered to a broken whispered.

Deckard glanced over his shoulder, letting out a small groan of disapproval for what he was about to do. He’d wanted to wait until a more romantic moment, a moment when he’d planned everything out. As he turned back to you, he ran his hand over his face.

“Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N.” His voice was quiet, curling his fingers into fists by his sides. “I’d kill for you.”

“I know.” A soft little smile crossed your lips. He’d done in numerous times before. Deckard Shaw would move mountains and raise hell for you.

“It’s hard for me to see you do what I do, sweet. I can see one wrong move you make and you…. You’re dead, sweet.” He whispered. His fingers uncurled. He brushed his thumb across his fingertips.

“It makes me feel like you think I’m incapable of holding my own. You think I’m weak.”

“Sweet, you’re the strongest person I know. You’ve put up with my ass for years.”

You laughed gently. Deckard carefully watched you. The anger in your eyes had dissipate.

“Marry me, sweet.”

Your lips parted as you stared across the room at the man before you. Your heart was still thumping from adrenaline, but now a new found rhythm began. You started to speak but the sprinklers stopped and the fire alarms went out. You briefly glanced to the ceiling before looking back to Deckard.

There you both stood, covered in blood, bruises, and wounds. Your clothes were soaked from the sprinklers. You looked like a wreck but somehow he didn’t look too affected by all the fighting he’d been doing. Maybe it was just the fact that his shirt was still in tact while yours was ripped and revealing your black bra. The scene wasn’t ideal. No one in their right mind would choose to propose in a room full of bodies, some of which were not living.

But this was yours and Deckard’s life. The chaos was what had brought you two together and together, you survived in the brutal world.

Wordlessly, you crossed the room. When you got to him, you hesitated to put your hands on him, remembering the wounds underneath his shirt. You settled with cupped his jaw in your small hands.

“Yes.” You breathed out, a little smile on your lips as you leaned up to kiss him. His arms slipped around your waist. He pulled you closer to him, ignoring the pain in his torso.

“I love you, sweet.” Hearing the words for a second time today made your heart soar. Deckard Shaw wasn’t one to admit his feelings out loud. You knew how he felt, he expressed his emotions in other ways. But hearing him say it was unlike anything else.

“I love you, Decks.”