Queen In Thy Own Domain

In my mind I'm a queen, in reality i'm just a wanna be writer/artist with an imagination slightly too active.So enjoy! Masterlist. Awsome Icon made by milkguru

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I really liked Match Made in Hell! Would you ever do a part two?

Thank you I’m really glad you liked it!! I have another fic I’m working on that I guess you could say is in the same universe but I don’t know if I would do a direct part two. I’m not against it I just don’t know where I would go with it. If anyone has any idea let me know!

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Happy faces and Boy shorts

Prompt: Its all fun and games until someone accidentally burns the clubhouse down. Or in which the gang always knew Happy was serious in claiming you as his girl, but they didn't realize just how serious he was.

Paring: Happy Lowman x Reader

Fandom: Sons of anarchy

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Language, Sexual situations, fire

A/N: I adore the characters from this show so i figured it was high time i wrote something! I know the fandom is smaller but i highly suggest checking out the show if you haven’t had the chance yet. Enjoy feed back is appreciated!

Standing in the parking lot of Teller-Morrow clad in only your underwear and a slightly over sized tee shirt at 6 am was not the ideal way you wanted to start your Sunday. Yet there you stood tired, pissy, and barely clothed.

“This sucks.” Was all you whined. Happy simply grunted in agreement.

The shrill sound of the fire alarm had stirred the clubhouse awake a while ago, a slight panic filled everyone as they jumped up more focused on quickly hiding any illegal paraphernalia rather than getting dressed.

“We good?” You mumbled to Happy as you watched the fire department enter the lot to tackle the growing fire. You could only imagine what he might have had laying around his room just ready to get him in trouble.

“Mhmm, don’t you worry girl.” Was all he rumble pulling you closer as the firefighters began to unload from the truck.

It wasn't that long before Gemma and Clay were pulling into the already crowded parking lot. Tig had been the one to call them not long after the fire started.

"Is everyone okay?" Gemma called out as she ran up, Clay in tow behind her.

"Yeah Gem, we're okay, everyone got out in time." You said as you walked towards her. She was quick to tightly embrace you squeezing hard. She held on to you for a while and you didn't have to see the boys to know they were rolling their eyes at her dramatics. She finally pulled away but still held you at arms length, looking at you closely as if trying to make sure you weren't lying. "Gemma I'm okay, we're all okay."

She purses her lips for a second before finally nodding and letting you go. Clay walked up behind her and gave you a quick hug. "Glad you're alright kid."

You smiled up at him and you all walked towards the rest of the group where Gemma attacked everyone lingering around with the same tight hug you had received.

"So what happened?" Clay finally said as he watched the firemen stream in and out of the building, the fire was mostly controlled from what you could tell.

"Fucking Chuck happened." Tig gripped from the other side of happy. "Decided he wanted to make everyone breakfast at the crack ass of dawn, set the kitchen on fire."

Clay sighed loudly bring a hand up to rub his temples. "Idiot."

"He better not have burned those damn hands I bought him." Gemma quipped.

A little while later one of the head firemen began to approach the group tentatively, obviously wary of the tattooed, half dressed, and sleep deprived bikers. Gemma had disappeared into the office and the rest of the men, Clay included seemed disinterested in hearing a lecture from the man about whatever fire hazards were in the building.

"Excuse me, is there someone I can talk to?" He called out as he approached.

Everyone in the group looked back and forth at one another, no one wants to bite the bullet and you finally sighed stepping forward.

"Yes, sir?" You walked to meet him halfway and the guys chuckled behind you.

The man began droning on about the cause of the fire and you did your best to keep a polite smile plastered across your face.

"Holy shit." Tig chuckles as he watched you. "Is that what I think it is?"

This drew the attention of the rest of the men and they followed his gaze to where you stood, back facing them. While listening to the man you had placed your hands on your hips, causing the shirt you wore to rise up without you realizing it.

There on your left ass cheek was a tattoo of a happy face. The top part was covered by your lacy black boyshorts but there was no denying what it was. All eyes turned to Happy shocked and slightly impressed.

"No fuckin way." Jax laughed and Chibs let out an impressed whistle.

"You do that to your girl, Happy?" Tig continued a huge smile stretched across his face.

Happy glared back at the men, pissed that they had been staring at your ass in the first place. He was silent for a second thinking over Tig's words and a smirk crossed his lips finally. "Oh hell yeah."

Laughter erupted from the men just as you finished talking with the firefighter and turned to walk back towards the group.

"Clay there is a laundry list of fire hazards that need to be fixed-" you cut yourself off as you took in all of their wide taunting smiles. "What?"

"Come here, baby." Happy called out reaching for you. Eyes narrowed and watching the men carefully you walked over to where Happy leaned against his bike. He turned you and pulled you between his open legs, your back resting again his chest. His hands moved to rest on your thighs possessively

"We like your ink ______." Jax finally snickered and you frowned for a second unsure of what he meant, knowing that the boys had already seen all of the tattoos that decorated your body. That was except for one. A flush crossed your cheeks and embarrassment filled you.

"Oh my god." Was all you could think to mutter and you could fell Happy's chest rumble with laughter. You jabbed an elbow back into him and more laughter was all that you were met with.

It was at this point Gemma came walking up, having caught just the tail end of the conversation.

"What's going on?"

"_____'s got a-" Tig started at the same time you rushed to say 'nothing'

Tig looked back amused and you sent him a stern look to hush but you knew his mouth would be running the moment you weren’t around. Gemma only rolled her eyes before calling Clay over presumably to talk about what to do next and you narrowed your eyes at the rest of the men daring them to say anything else. Of course, the towering man begins you was also a convincing reason for them to keep their mouths shut but the smirks didn’t leave their lips.

Happy finally patted your thighs motioning for you to move. You stood up from where you had been leaned back against him. He followed suit after you took a few steps away and rose to his towering height.

"I'm going to get dressed." You announced turning around to face him.

The damage has thankfully only been limited to the kitchen and was, considering the circumstances, fairly minimal. The fire department had finally green-lighted entering the building.

Happy only grunted in response, nodding and you smiled beginning to walk away.

You didn't get very far before you felt him being an open palm against your left ass cheek. A small squeal left you at the momentary sting that followed and you whirled around to glare at him although there was no heat in your gaze.

"What was that for?"

"Mine." Was his all he responded with bluntly. And you rolled your eyes at his stake of claim.

"You're barbaric, Lowman." You snorted, you ass still stinging and you knew a red mark was probably forming not that you really minded much. Although yet another flush filled your cheeks as you realized that the sharp sound had attracted everyone's attention.

"You love it." He grinned and a small smirk crossed your lips as you bit your lip and reached a hand out to him.

"You know it." You teased back and he looked at the open invitation you reached out to him.

He took it finally and pulled you closer, his voice lower when he spoke again.

"What's the matter, little girl? Need help getting dressed?" His voice was husk and eyes dark and you were thankful that he spoke low enough for only the two of you to hear.

"Something like that." You whispered back trying not to show how much his words affected you but he saw through it.

"After you." He finally said and you grinned pulling on his hand once more as you tugged him along with you. Happy stood from his bike and followed. A few wolf whistles filled the air as the guys watched the two of you walk away.

"Oh and let me catch any of you fuckers starring at my girl's ass again and I'll gut you." Happy turned around and called out.

You glanced back in time to see a majority of the guys throw their hands up in defense and you piped up once again.

"Aww come on Hap, can't blame them for enjoying the view." You joked shaking your hips for added effect. It was at that point that Happy let go of your hands and rushed towards you quickly. He scooped you up with ease and before you knew it you were thrown over his shoulder.

Apparently, It was going to be a good morning after all.

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Match Made in Hell

Prompt: In a world in which Eric is as terrible as ever and you aren’t much better it goes without saying that the two of you are truly a match made in hell heaven. Or in which Eric and the Reader happily view tormenting Four and the gang as a couples bonding experience.

Paring: Eric Coulter x Reader

Fandom: Divergent

Work count: 1.5K

Warning: Language

A/N: As always feeback is greatly appreciated i hope you all enjoy!

“She’s so fucking annoying.” You blurted suddenly as you watched over the crowd carefully. Eric leaned on the railing next to you closely, his shoulder brushing up against yours. He glanced over at the sound of you breaking the comfortable silence that had lingered between the two of you, a perfectly pierced eyebrow raised in question.

“Who?” He rumbled when you said nothing continuing to glare down at the crowd.

“Fuckin Tris.” Was your only explanation. Eric snorted next to you, following your gaze down to where she sat next to Four and the rest of her friends.

“How was working with her this week?” He asked offhandedly as he watched them sit around the table laughing obnoxiously. Tri was training to enter data entry and by default that meant you had to be the one teaching her seeing how that was the department you overlooked.

“Miserable.” You rolled your eyes. “She just so… ugh.”

“Tell me about it. Four is just as bad.” He bitched next to you. You shook your head in disagreement, Four wasn’t your favorite person in the world but you could definitely stand to be around him more than you could his girlfriend.

“Yeah well at least Four keeps to himself usually, Tris is just fucking there. She asks so many questions and just hovers.” You groaned.

“She was a pain in the ass during initiation.” He admitted not sounding the least bit surprised at your frustration.

“They are perfect for each other.” You pointed out and he only rolled his eyes.

“Yeah the two Dauntless stiffs, truly a match made in heaven.” You hit his arm lightly in disapproval at the sound of the slur leaving his mouth but none the less a grin twitched at your lips.

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It’s Not What it Looks Like

Prompt: The relationship between you and Barry Allen was something that was complicated and hard to explain. He was dead set on keeping you a perfect secret tucked away from the world of superpowers and villains and being apart of a super league. His team has other ideas however. Of in which the justice league walks in on a scene that inst quite what they think it is, or is it?

Paring: Ezra!Barry Allan x Reader

Fandom: DCEU, Justice League

Word count: 3K

Warnings: Language

A/N: Was justice league a bad movie? That’s subjective but yeah kinda. Do i still love it anyways? Hell yeah. Ezra did such a good job and i just adore him so Ta-da. Enjoy and feedback is much appreciated!

Barry Allan slept like he was dead to the world. Whenever he actually found the time to just rest and go to sleep he did, hard. He could pass out for twelve hours straight and not move once if he didn’t set enough alarms. There needed to be at least five of them to stir him awake. And yet despite all of that, never mind how exhausted his mind and muscles were he could never find himself falling into a deep sleep when he was laying next to you.

Maybe it was because he was too scared of falling asleep and missing something, or possibly because he was too afraid to let his guard down, too scared to put you in danger. There was the horrifying possibility that he could drool or snore or made an ugly face in his sleep, not that you would care. Of course, there was also the fact that he couldn’t help but find you beautiful when you slept. The soft peaceful look that came across your face was everything to him. He could lay there for hours watching your eyes flicker behind your eyes, a constant stream of dreams causing a smile to twitch upon your lips momentarily. He knew this put him at an equal level of creepiness as Edward Cullen but he couldn’t be bothered to care.

He wasn’t sure what to call whatever this was. Was it a study date, does that make it an actual date? Would you go on a date with him? He figured that whatever it was as you laid in bed next to him, having changed out of your day clothes into a tee shirt and losing your pants in the process somehow made this something not platonic. But then again what did he know maybe this is what happens in platonic male-female friendships, you sleep pant less in the same bed after a ‘study date’.

He had been dozing in and out of consciousness when he heard the movement in his apartment. It sounded as if it had echoed from the kitchen and tension immediately worked its way through him. Of course, of all the nights for an intruder to break in they chose the night that you had passed out curled up against Barry, clutching onto his shirt as you snuggled against him.

He didn’t want to move. My god, he didn’t want to move. He wanted to just pretend that he hadn’t heard anything maybe then the intruder would just go away. Yeah, that’s it maybe if he was quiet enough whoever was breaking in would realize just how shitty the majority of his belongings were and just decide not to steal anything. It was a foolish thought but still, he considered it. But the thought of putting you in harm's way was even scarier than the possibility of never being this close to you again.

He carefully undid your lose grip on his shirt and moved your head from his chest to a pillow as cautiously as possible as he slid out of the bed. You hardly noticed and snuggled more into the pillow and Barry fought the urge to be jealous of an inanimate object. It didn’t take him long, of course, to rush from his bedroom to the conjoined dining room, living room, and open kitchen where he figured the noises stemmed from. Turns out there wasn’t just one intruder, it was five and on top of that, they weren't robbers ready to take his dated DVD collection but instead his team members.

“What is going on?” He whispered harshly gaining everyone’s attention.

“There you are.” Arthur blurted as he looked up from where he was raiding Barry’s fridge. “Get dressed.”

“What are you doing?” He continued to whisper frantically. “Why are you here?”

“You weren’t answering your phone.” Victor said bluntly.

“I was asleep.” Barry snapped. “Lower your voice.”

“We need to go.” Bruce finally interjected.

“Why?” Barry still felt half asleep and was struggling to process what he was hearing.

“There is a situation in Tokyo I will explain it more on the way there. We need to go now.” Bruce’s tone left little room for argument and yet that was exactly what the man was about to do.

“What? No.” He couldn’t help but scramble to say. Their timing couldn’t have been worse if they tried.

“Kid, Let's go.” Arthur called out loudly, his voice echoing through the apartment.

“Shhhh.” Barry snapped frantically, looking around his apartment quickly. Most of the group shrugged his spastic behavior off, it was nothing new. And yet Diana caught it, she saw the careful was his gaze lingered on the hallway leading to his bedroom just a little bit too long.

“What’s your problem man, we gotta go.” It was Vic who spoke up this time, his voice a bit softer but not by much.

“Can you all lower your voices?” Barry whispered again harshly. “It’s three am.”

“Are the walls that paper thin in this shithole?” Diana couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Arthur tactless question and blunt tone.

“No there uh- yes I have neighbors.” Barry scrambled to answer tripping over his words. It was at that point that Diana glanced towards Bruce who was already looking in her direction. A quick look between them confirmed that they were thinking the same thing. Barry Allan was hiding something, very poorly at that.

“Barry is everything alright?” Diana started quietly, her voice soft and low much to his obvious relief.

“Pff, yeah of course. Look I’ll meet you guys there okay. I gotta get my suit on and brush my teeth, and-“

“You can do that on the plane jackass come on we need to go.” Arthur cut him off.

“I’m fast I’ll meet you guys there.” Barry insisted flinched at how loud the other man was.

“You're going to run all the way to Tokyo?” Bruce pointed out.

Barry realized the flaw in his argument. Sure he could but he would be exhausted and no help to the group after. But still, he couldn't just get up and leave.

“Pff, yeah why not.”

It was at that point that Bruce decided to get whatever needed to be talked about out in the open. Barry wanted them to be quiet, well... in a quick and casual motion he pushed a glass of the counter and as if in slow motion it fell over the edge. Barry noticed a moment too late and rushed to grab it but for the first time in a long time, he simply wasn’t fast enough. The glass shattered loudly on the tile and echoed through the apartment.

“Damn,” Arthur exclaimed and Bruce tried to hide the satisfied smirk on his face.

“My bad.” He offered up sounding all to unapologetic.

The footsteps were quiet, the sound of them almost nonexistent and Diana probably wouldn’t have heard them if her hearing wasn’t so good. Clark must have picked up on them too turning his head in the direction of the hallway as well.

Barry opened his mouth to say something to Bruce but was cut off by another soft and sleep filled voice.

“Barry?” All heads shot in the direction of the hallway and in the dim lighting the could make out a figure. They were all able to see you easily in the shadows, even the oh so human Bruce (years spent in a dark cave having some advantages). Barry was the only one in the group with normal vision but he didn't need to turn to see who it was.

You walked a little more into the room speaking again. “Barry, what’s going on?”

As you spoke you reached over flicking on a light switch. You had been rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you spoke but when you lowered your hand you jumped slightly at the slight of the five new strangers in the middle of the room.

“Oh shit.” The words left you mouth softly as your gaze jumped from person to person. You knew who they were, even despite the ‘civilian’ clothing they wore in place of their armor. Barry had told you all about them but seeing them all here in person, staring at you was a shock, to say the least.

As for the rest of the league, they all took you in slowly, shocked as well. An over sized red shirt with a flash logo being the only thing partially covering your torso. Barry hated the shirt, you had bought it for him jokingly from one if those stands set up randomly throughout Gotham, still stocked with the ‘Superman isn’t dead’ shirts and plenty of Batman magnets. You wrapped your arms around yourself suddenly aware that the fabric only stretched to the top of your tights.

“______, I’m sorry we didn’t mean to wake you.” Barry started. His cheeks were beet red and nervousness was written all over his posture.

“It’s okay.” You smiled softly, the expression only lasted so long though as it slipped from your face. “I should probably go.”

“No no it’s okay you don’t have to go, I just, I've gotta...” he tailed off rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It’s fine I didn’t mean to crash here anyway, I have to get ready for work in a few hours.” You reassured glancing over towards the digital clock on his DVR, you had to be up at six anyway.

“Right, right. Okay uhh.” He glanced around nervously as if unsure of what to do next.

At this, a soft laugh left you, with a roll of the eyes you only shook your head and then turned to pad back down the hallway.

Arthur and Vic check your ass out unabashed, the two of them exchanging a quick look in approval. Diana once again found herself rolling her eyes and sending them a hard glare but she wasn’t the only one with a nasty look on her face. Barry looked less than pleased though it was more than obvious he was trying to hide it as he sent a look their way having caught their wandering glance.

No one said anything for a long moment and Barry couldn’t help but squirm under everyone’s scrutiny.

“It’s not what it looks like.” His mouth moved faster than his brain and before he could think out and explain he found himself blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “We didn’t have sex.”

He was truly endearing and Diana couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face. Clark seemed to share a similar sentiment and she even caught a ghost of a smile on Bruce’s face, you had to look closely to see it.

As for Arthur and Vic, well they lost it. A quick look between the two of them and they were practically bent over. Barry was squirming again scratching the back of his neck.

“Shocker.” Arthur’s tone was teasing. “She’s hot. Way out of your league.”

Vic nodded and Barry seemed conflicted in wanting to tell him to ‘fuck off’ or nod in agreement as well. Meanwhile, Bruce’s momentary amusement was gone in a flash and just like that he was back to the grim voice of reasoning.

“Are we just going to pretend that’s it’s okay that she was totally unfazed with us being here.” Bruce started roughly. “Does she know?”

“Well uh... know what exactly?” Barry flinched slightly at his tone.

“About you, about us?”

“Yes.” Barry finally admitted sheepishly.

“You told her?” It was in that moment that Barry realized he really had fucked up somewhere along the lines. He has known you since forever, you were the first to hear about his powers, you went to class together. Barry’s life was so intertwined with yours it just made sense to go ahead and mention that he was apart of the league. You would have found out anyways by simply turning the evening news on.

As for the whole revealing of everyone’s identities, he probably could have kept that to himself but he couldn’t help it. Bruce fucking Wayne was Batman, he had to tell someone. And of course, you had so many questions he couldn’t find it in himself to tell you no. He trusted you.

He was thankful for your timing before he could say anything you reappeared.

“We will talk about this later.” Was all Bruce grunted crossing his arms as you returned. Barry gulped nervously and turned to face you fully.

You had replaced the over sized tee shirt with an outfit you had been wearing the day before. Your backpack was slung over your shoulder.

“You need to eat.” Was all you finally said breaking the silence as you walked into the room heading for the man.

“Oh yeah, I will. Don’t worry.” Barry tried to assure you, so many nerves twisted through him he couldn’t even imagine eating.

“I’m serious Allan. You burned a lot of calories.” You huffed crossing your arms. Once again Diana found herself amused, you were just as endearing as Barry.

“Burned lots of calories last night huh?” Arthur teased, snickering. “Doing what?”

You couldn’t help but peak around Barry letting your gaze fall on the man behind him. You could tell that there was no malice in his tone and had Barry not been so flustered he probably would have heard the yet again endearing amusement.

A smile spread across your lips as you winked at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Your tone was chalked full of faux innocent thrown off by the smirk still playing on your lips and for a brief second everyone was questioning whether Barry had been telling the truth of not earlier.

Arthur was at a loss for a brief second and you turned back to Barry.

“Please be careful.” You mumbled softly, the shift in your tone was drastic.

“Always,” Barry promised with a nervous laugh.

The hug you wrapped him in was tight and once again the team standing behind them was confused as to what was going on. Barry didn’t hesitate to hug you back, his hands clutching at the fabric of your shirt tightly. The hug lasted a second too long to be anything platonic and the quick kiss you pressed to his cheek as you pulled away even further solidified that.

You stepped away and it almost seemed like Barry wanted to follow. He managed to keep himself rooted in the spot and once again his nervous laughter bubbles out of him.

“so uh call me.” Barry finally blurted out.

You could only roll your eyes playfully at him finally moving towards the door. “I will.”

“Or maybe I should call you. Would that be easier? Yeah, I’ll just call you. Or text.” He continues to ramble.

“Bye Barry.” You laughed

“Right, I’ll talk to you later, I’ll uh call you.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.” He was quick to say and a flush spread across his cheeks. You save him one last sweet smile and finally turned around to talk away.

The league watched you like hawks and you fought the urge to shiver under their gaze. The only other woman in the room seemed to have the nicest expression on her face as you made eye contact with her.

“Please make sure he eats.” You couldn’t help but blurt out.

“Of course.” She promised genuinely.

“Thanks.” You returner her friendly smile and continued to approach the door.

Bruce Wayne in the flesh seemed to look in your way. The Batman. He was taller than you expected and powered radiated from him. His expression was indifferent yet the look in his eyes gleamed with a harsh judgment.

“Please tell me your getting him to pay your student debt off.” You teased turned back to Barry. He seemed to flustered to say anything but the others around the room cracked a few smiled and laughs.

As you glanced back to Bruce you half expected a nasty glare but instead your reserved an expression that you could only imagine was mild approval.

“Nice to meet you all.” Was all you finally said looked at each and everyone of them one last time before slipping past the towering man and out the door.

Everyone waited for the latch to softly click shut and then almost immediately all eyes were on Barry. He could practically see the questions forming in their brain and a slinky panic filed him.

“I like her.” Diana was the first to speak. Arthur grunted while both Victor and Clark nodded all in agreement with her. Bruce was the only one to show no sight of approval.

“Yeah me too.” Was all Barry said breathlessly his gaze still settled on the door.

“We need to leave.” Bruce finally grumbled sending Barry a hard look. “This conversation isn’t over.”

He began to move toward the door and Victor and Clark fell in step behind him, soon followed by Arthur but not before he sent a shark tooth grin to Barry. He sent one last wild look around his apartment before speeding through and turning off all the lights because god knew he could hardly afford his electric bill as it was. When he returned to the living room this time wearing actual clothes instead of his pajamas Diana was still lingering the now dark apartment.

“Oh uh, hi there. Ready?”

“Whenever you are.” She reassured.

It was as they were walking toward stage door that Diana draped an arm over Barry’s shoulder pulling him closer.

“Well, Who is she? Tell me everything.” Was all she said a small smile on her lips. A small groan left his lips and he knew there was no shaking the questioning of a determined Amazonian.

Barry almost dreaded the plane ride to Tokyo. Almost.

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Whatchu Gonna Do About It

Erik Steven (Killmonger) X Reader Drabble

Warning: Language, Sexual situation

Fandom: MCU, Black Panther

A/N: Very short n’ sweet. Let me know what y’all think! I have about three other fic planned with this character would you guys like  to see them?

“Fuck you got all this god damn ass.” Erik mumbled as he kneeled behind you staring down at you.

“Yeah, whatchu gonna do about it.” You giggled as you looked over your shoulder at him. You had been lounging across the bed on your stomach when Erik had come into the room and crawled into bed behind you. He kneeled on the sheets with his knees on either side of you

“Imma wreck yo shit that’s what I’m gonna do." He mumbled looking down at your thong covered ass. It was black and lacy and didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You teased.

The thong which had been one of your favorites didn’t last long. Erik was quick to reach down and begin ripping the fabric like it was paper. The material bit at your skin harshly before finally giving and the telltale sound of fabric ripping filling the room.

“Erik.” You yelped. “I loved those.”

“Hush and get on yo knees.” He ordered and you wanted to protest but the feeling of him kneading at your ass was enough to push you to move.

“You owe me some new underwear.” You continued to complain.

“Arch yo shit and quit bitchin.” Was his only response.

Once again you did as told, spreading your knees slightly before leaning back down on the bed with your ass in the air.

“Ghad damn ma, I'll buy you all the fuckin’ panties you want if you just keep still just like that.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

And of course, needless to say, he followed through on his promise, more than happy to sit through you trying on and showing off all the lingerie you had bought with his credit card.

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Match Made in Hell

Prompt: In a world in which Eric is as terrible as ever and you aren’t much better it goes without saying that the two of you are truly a match made in hell heaven. Or in which Eric and the Reader happily view tormenting Four and the gang as a couples bonding experience.

Paring: Eric Coulter x Reader

Fandom: Divergent

Work count: 1.5K

Warning: Language

A/N: As always feeback is greatly appreciated i hope you all enjoy!

"She's so fucking annoying." You blurted suddenly as you watched over the crowd carefully. Eric leaned on the railing next to you closely, his shoulder brushing up against yours. He glanced over at the sound of you breaking the comfortable silence that had lingered between the two of you, a perfectly pierced eyebrow raised in question.

"Who?" He rumbled when you said nothing continuing to glare down at the crowd.

"Fuckin Tris." Was your only explanation. Eric snorted next to you, following your gaze down to where she sat next to Four and the rest of her friends.

"How was working with her this week?" He asked offhandedly as he watched them sit around the table laughing obnoxiously. Tri was training to enter data entry and by default that meant you had to be the one teaching her seeing how that was the department you overlooked.

"Miserable." You rolled your eyes. "She just so... ugh."

"Tell me about it. Four is just as bad." He bitched next to you. You shook your head in disagreement, Four wasn't your favorite person in the world but you could definitely stand to be around him more than you could his girlfriend.

"Yeah well at least Four keeps to himself usually, Tris is just fucking there. She asks so many questions and just hovers." You groaned.

"She was a pain in the ass during initiation." He admitted not sounding the least bit surprised at your frustration.

"They are perfect for each other." You pointed out and he only rolled his eyes.

"Yeah the two Dauntless stiffs, truly a match made in heaven." You hit his arm lightly in disapproval at the sound of the slur leaving his mouth but none the less a grin twitched at your lips.

The two of you went back and forth for the majority of dinner talking about the couple and occasionally their friends. Laughter fell from your lips as you listened to Eric gripe about both of them. His comments were crude and something you probably should have chastised but instead, you encouraged him, adding to it.

"We just spent twenty minutes talking shit about Four and Tris." You mumbled a little while later. People had begun to clear out of the dining hall as it got later.

"Yeah well, they make it easy," Eric said simply as he glanced your way. The two of you had stayed rooted in the same spot on the balcony that overlooked the hall the whole time.

"You're a terrible person." You pursed your lips as you met his gaze.

"Like you're any better." Was all he quipped back and the two of you held each other gaze for a while before you finally broke it more laughter escaping you, the grin that stretched across his face as he watched you laugh didn't go unnoticed.

"You know who is even more terrible than us though?" You asked him after sobering up your laughter for a second. He raised a brow and said nothing, you took that as your cue to continue. "Four and Tris."

Eric was silent for a moment before another smile crept across his features and you started giggled amused by your own antics and a low chuckle finally left him.

"It's so weird," Tris said suddenly at the table. Everyone glanced at her confused as to what she was referring to. Four, who had a hand placed lovingly on her knee under the table, frowned as he looked in her direction.

"What is?" He asked slightly concerned.

"Eric and ____." Was her only response as she stared up to where the two of you stood, leaning again the railing of one of the walkways that overlooked the entire dining hall. It led to where the leaders and other dauntless elite ate. Four could technically eat there if he wanted, and Tris by default as his girlfriend, but he never bothers claiming that 'he didn't want to deal with those fucking people'. Eric and you had been up there since the dinner rush had started, neither of you budging from the spot to get food or eat with the other leaders. Instead, you both lingered there watching over the room and talking to each other. Laughter was constantly pouring from the two of you, you more so than Eric but still it was odd watching the man seem to loosen up enough to joke and laugh in a way that wasn't inherently cruel.

"What about them?" Christina shrugged from across the table.

"I just don't get how they are together, it's weird." Was all she could think to say in explanation. "He's horrible and she's.... well she's not that bad, but still kind of terrible sometimes."

"No, she isn't." Four snorted beside her. Will agreed with him on that and Tris could only shake her head.

"Well, she hates me." Was all the girl insisted unable to comprehend how the others actually got along with her.

"No, she doesn't." Four tried to console her. His relationship with you, although not perfect was a hell of a lot better than the one he shared with Eric.

"Four I worked with her all week, it was horrible." Tris groaned.

"Yeah well, there is a reason her and Eric get along so well." Zeke pointed out, Uriah nodded next to him.

"Yeah, them being together makes perfect sense. He's an asshole most of the time and she's kind of a bitch. They are perfect for each other." Uriah pointed out.

Four snorted at this, the other man wasn't wrong. You were a hell of a lot more tolerable than Eric was, pleasant even sometimes, but there was an edge to you that made Four thankful he was somewhat on your good side. Eric and you balanced each other out in some odd twisted way. "What a match made in heaven?"

"More like Hell." Tris corrected him looking back up towards you, as laughter from the others filled the air.

Everyone followed her gaze towards where you were still standing. The two of you were leaning again the railing and both of your focus was on the table they sat at. Tris felt a slight embarrassment as she realized that the two of you had caught them all so obviously turning around to look up and stare. Yet then again she could have sworn she noticed your gaze earlier in the evening.

Tris and the rest of her friends found themselves looking into a staring contest with the two of you. Eric and you were obviously in the middle of a conversation but, at the sight of them all staring, you started laughing and Eric looked about as amused as he typically did when dealing with the group.

It was at this point that Eric raised a hand to give a middle finger and you jammed an elbow into his side once you looked away from the group and noticed what he was doing. Despite scolding him you didn't seem the least bit bothered by his action as you laughed harder.

You finally appeared to lean over and say something, Eric nodding at whatever you uttered. You reached out to him and he took your hand, letting you lead him away from the railing. The group watched as the two of you disappeared down one of the halls out of sight.

"Think they were talking shit about us?" Will asked as he turned back around.

"Oh Yeah, for sure." Uriah chuckled being the first to finally turn around and everyone else nodded in agreement.

Eric and you went back to looking over the dining hall after the conversation about the group had died down some. You chatted back and forth with about nothing, in particular, that was until you noticed Tris and the entire group she sat with staring up at Eric and you.

"You see that?" Eric said before you could even ask and you laughed nodding.

"Do you think they were talking about us?" You asked as you stared back at them.

"Fuck yes." Eric snorted. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw him lift one of his hands up and you tore your gaze away from them to see what he was doing. He was directing a middle finger in their direction and the expressions on their faces were almost comical.

You jammed your elbow into his rib, more laughter slipping from you.

"Stop being an asshole." Was all you said.

He glanced towards you, finger still raised. "Stop laughing then."

"Let's get out of here." You rolled your eyes as you stepped away from the railing, holding a hand out to him. He took it without much protest and you sent one last look at the group below, winking at them before walking away with Eric in tow.

A match made in Hell for sure.

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Update #1: January 1, 2019

My football team lost today and I’m a little sad. But it was a great game to watch and I’m a little wine drunk so all is good! The next fic is coming out in less than an hour so watch out for it! It’s an Eric x reader and I had lots of fun with it!

[incorrectspn]

[Dean finds out Sam is Soulless]

Dean: [Picks Sam up]

Dean: This bitch empty!

Dean: [throws Sam into a crowd]

Dean: YEET!

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Tell Me You Hate Me

Pairing: Soulless!Sam Winchester x Female Reader, slight Dean x reader if you squint hard enough.

Prompt: Both the reader and Dean are having a hard time adjusting to a new life with a soulless Sam. When a demanding hunt leaves Sam and the reader completely alone chaos and heartache ensues for what was once a happy couple. Or basically in which an asshole Sam Winchester takes advantage of a heart broken reader.

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count: 7.3K

Warnings: Serious dub-con, detailed Smut, Angst, crying, rough sex, dirty talk, swearing, Unprotected Sex (Be smart people, reader is mentioned to be on birth control but still), Sam being an asshole

A/N: Despite my endless love for this show for the past few years this is my first time writing for the supernatural fandom and by default Sam/soulless Sam. This is to date my favorite thing I've ever written i hope you all enjoy. This is also my first time writing smut in a while so go easy on me. This obviously takes place in season six so slight spoiler warning i suppose though very little about the seasons plot is discussed aside for Sam. Enjoy, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Two weeks. Two weeks you had been trapped in the same stuffy motel room with Dean and Sam in a town so small it took you less than five minutes to get from one side to the other. You could feel yourself going stir crazy and the boys weren't fairing too well either.

"Alright," Dean finally said as he pushed back from the table, giving the notes strewn across the table one last hard look before he began to stand up. "I am going to go talk to the vic's family. ____ I want you and Sam to check out this out." He declared as he pointed to the printed out google map image of the dilapidated barn you all thought the witch was hiding away in.

"No." Was all you said bluntly not even looking up from the lore book you had cracked open on the table.

"Excuse me?" You could see Dean frowning down at you, obviously not taking your defiant tone very well.

"I said no." Your tone was short and you continued to stare down at the book.

"Yeah I heard you the first time princess, what are you talking about?" Dean had been on edge all week, just like the rest of you.  Two weeks spent holed up in the same stuffy motel in a backward town with a dead end case wasn't exactly the ideal situation. Never mind the thick tension that lingered between the three of you.

You finally slammed the book closed and glanced up at Dean an expression of indifference on your face. "I'm not working with him."

Realization crossed Dean's face and he instantly brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezed shut in irritation. "You gotta be fucking kidding me?"

You knew he wasn't really looking for an answer so you didn’t bother offering up any form of a response. This had been going on for weeks, the constant back and forth between Sam and you wore Dean's nerves down to the point that they were paper thin. Sam's lack of a soul and the brand new personality that came with it being the root cause of every fight, you couldn’t stand him, the new him. It wasn't as if Sam and Dean's relationship was much better, you could practically feel the resentment dripping off of the younger when he looked at Dean. And it wasn't as if Dean regard his new brother any better. But there was a certain toleration the man had managed to form for the heartless shell of what was once his wide-eyed, kind smiled, giant of a little brother. You couldn’t bring yourself to accept any of it, just looking at Sam broke your heart. You ignored him as best you could, only really speaking when it was absolutely necessary and even then there was a bite to your words and eye contact was nonexistent.

The coldness of his voice and the condescending tone it usually carried sucked the life out of you. Sam, the man you loved, the man you still loved even though it killed you. He was everything to you, your rock, your best friend, your world and now sitting across from him at the table gave you chills.

"____, please stop making this difficult-" Dean tried again but you weren't hearing any of it this time.

"Stop making this difficult? So what you're saying is I'm the one making this all hard?" Your voice raised the angrier you got as you stood up stepping towards him. "Fuck off Dean, at least I'm not a fucking sociopath!" You sent a hard glare in Sam's direction before turning back to the other brother. "And besides, who the hell put you in charge of everything?"

"I'm just trying to solve the damn case before more people die, is that alright with you?" Any patients Dean had left a long time ago.

You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself knowing that a screaming match with him was the last thing anyone needed. The next time you spoke your voice was more gentle. "I'm not working with him Dean, end of discussion."

He huffed, your statement having taken you both back to square one. He chose a different tactic than just yelling as he answered. "I have already talked to these people, it will do them good to see a familiar face."

You didn't disagree with his thought process on why it should be him to go but that didn’t make you like the plan anymore. "So take him with you."

Dean glanced over at Sam who seemed more than pleased to see the two of you fighting and sighed.

"That's what I thought, you don’t even want to work with him." You snapped when he said nothing at first obviously thinking.

He shot you a hard look. "It not that! I just don't know how of an idea it is to have Sam talk to a mourning family in the… state that he is in now." Dean tried to explain carefully.

"Go ahead Dean say it, while he is soulless." You quipped crossing your arms at his bullshit excuse.

"Whatever you can't even say his name." He barbed back and that’s what truly set you off, a sore subject that he just had to bring up. You could hardly look at the man that Sam now was. His name tasted bitter in your mouth and you hadn't addressed him with it since you found out about the part of him that was missing.

"Because that's not Sam!" You screamed back and Dean lowered his head knowing he nit a nerve.

"Aww come on ___, yes it is. It's still me." It was only then that Sam decided to actually pipe up and it was the last thing you needed.

"Fuck you." You growled, glancing towards him without meeting his cold gaze. The smile that played on his lips was twisted.

"You already have quite a few times, but I you wanna-"

"Shut up, Sam!" Dean yelled this time. "Not helping dude."

Sam did as told but the smile on his face grew, he was loving this and you felt like you were going to be sick.

"Figure this shit out." Dean finally huffed, snatching his suit jacket off the back of the chair he easily slipped it on. He slid his wallet and keys into the front pocket of his slacks and started to move past you towards the door. His was still dressed in the suit from earlier when the three of you had stopped by the coroner's office to see the witches latest victim. Sam and you had been quick to change out of your clothing, hating how tight and constricted you felt but Dean had insisted in simply changing later. You should have known the fucker was planning something. Seeing how he was already dressed he could just stride out the door while you and Sam rushed to get redressed in the event that you tried to follow him.

"Where the fuck are you going?" You reached out to clamp onto his arm stopping him.

"To talk to the victims family." He replied simply. "It needs to be done, we need answers people are still dying. Just stake it out, don’t engage with her she's dangerous."

He was right and it broke your resolve slightly. His arm slipped from your grasp and he gave you a tight-lipped smile. "Find a way to make it work okay. Take separate cars, don’t talk to each other I don’t give a shit just find a way. Alright?"

There was no nonsense in his tone and you knew that there was no more arguing with him. "Yeah, whatever."

"Just try not to kill each other," He was only half joking as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead before stepping away. "Be careful."

"Yeah, you too." You offered weakly. "Keep us updated."

"Sam?" Dean called out as he started to back away to the door.

"Hmm?"

"Best fucking behavior, Maybe be helpful for once?" He suggested as he lingered by the door.

You didn’t have to be facing Sam to know he rolled his eyes before responding, that same condescending tone present as always. "Of course Dean."

The elder Winchester sighed, shaking his head. He glanced back at you as he opened the door. "Call me if there's trouble."

You knew he wasn’t just talking about trouble with the case but also with Sam and you nodded once more. Just like that, he was gone out the door and you were alone with Sam, a chill working its way through your body. You turned slowly to face him, he lounged back in the chair watching you with that same cold calculating gaze. It was going to be a long day.

"Alone at last." He teased his tone sing-song and a shiver ran down your spine.

"Don't talk to me." Was all you huffed as you moved to grab the set of keys off the counter before heading towards the door. You heard the sound of Sam's chair scrape across the tile as he stood to follow you.

A stakeout in the middle of the day in the blistering heat was the last thing you wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon doing. Yet there you sat in the hot car with a pissy Sam next to you trying to fumble with the radio.

"Stop touching things." You finally snapped batting his hand away as he hopped from station to station.

He only stared at you for a second before a smirk broke across his face. "That's the first time you have touched me in weeks." He teased and a flush spread across your cheeks at his words.

"Don't get used to it and stop fucking with the radio." Was all you snapped back trying to hide the blush you know he saw.

"Last I checked this is my car." Sam snapped in response.

"Yeah, your stolen car." You rolled your eyes.

"Are you done being a bitch yet?" He asked bluntly. Your blood ran cold you had to fight to keep from reacting to much to his works. Never in a million years had you imagined Sam, your Sam, calling you that. Even in the heat of your fights he never wavered, never sunk so low as to even think of letting the word slip from his lips. Regardless if that was how you were really acting and even despite the explicit you had no issue throwing his way at times.

Now the world tumbled from his mouth like it was nothing, it wasn't the first time since he had been back that he called you that and you knew it wouldn't be the last. A few weeks earlier he had called you a 'fridged bitch' for shooting down the efforts of a man who had been at a bar trying to coax you into leaving with him. It had earned Sam a split lip from Dean and the three of you were kicked out. On the way to the Impala Sam, who apparently hadn't learned his learned his lesson the first time, pointed out that you wouldn't have had to leave if you hadn't been so 'bitchy'. This, of course, led to dean throwing another swing at his brother and you eventually had to separate them in the parking lot of the seedy bar.

"I don’t know, do you have your soul back yet?" You snapped back.

"No." He snorted.

"Then no I'm not." you settled with and he rolled his eyes yet again. It was a habit he had before he lost his soul only it was usually only directed at Dean in annoyance at his antics. Now he did it constantly, every other sentence punctuated with one. Silence blanketed the car and for a second you regretted telling him to turn the radio off.

"What the fuck was that?" You yelled as you walked back towards the car. You could only imagine how you looked, hair a mess from running through the field, huffing as you tried to catch your breath.

Sam shrugged indifferently as he leaned again the hood, picking at his nails as if uninterested. "What was what?"

"You just sat on your ass while I went after the witch, what the hell is wrong with you, you're supposed to be my back up!"

Sam finally looked up you and rolled his eyes. "I knew we wouldn't be able to catch up so why bother, besides wasn't it Dean who said that this was just a stakeout, what the hell were you doing?"

"I saw an opportunity to try and take her down. She tried to shoot me." You said slowly as if talking to a child. "I could have used your help."

A few minutes earlier you had spotted the witch exiting the barn and watched as she lingered as if waiting for something. You saw it as an opportunity to finally gank the bitch and end the case, figuring if you could just sneak up on her. As it turns out though what she had been waiting for was you, these no element of surprise as you had thought and you had narrowly avoided whatever spell she had cast your way. This soon led to a chase through the field as she fled away and just then you thought you could catch her she quickly pulled out a pistol.

"You look fine to me." Was all he shrugged and that was your breaking point. You didn't even realize you had slapped him till the sound rang out and pain radiated through your palm.

"Screw you, Sam."

He didn't say anything at first. The impact of your hit having thrown his head to the side slightly. He shifted his jaw slightly and sent you a hard look.

"You finally said it." He sounded so indifferent and smug that for a second you thought you had imagined hitting him but the heat radiating through your palm told you otherwise.

"What?" It was the only thing you could think to utter confusion filling as to why he wasn't angry.

"My name. You said my name." He explained slowly.

You couldn't even think of anything to respond with, there was no bitter comment, no anger, nothing. An imminence sadness began to creep through you and you only shook your head and moved passed him.

"I can't do this." You mumbled and almost got away that was till he reached a long arm out and grabbed a hold of your wrist, yanking you back.

Any attempt to yank free was fruitless as he clamped on to you, while not painfully but with a grip that meant business.

"Let go." You growled.

"Finish what you started." Sam challenged finally standing up from where he leaned on the hood. He didn’t let go of your wrist and his touch felt like a burn you wanted to recoil from. The anger that had dissipated before slightly came back instantly in full force.

"Go ahead ____, hit me again. Let all that anger out." He continued to taunt as the two of you stood there locked in place. You refused to move and staring him dead in the eye. His gaze was so cold and other than an overall smugness, there was little to no expression on his face. You wanted to flinch from his stare but you refused to cower in front of him.

"Look at you go. Making eye contact with me, letting me touch you," At that he ran his thumb across your skin quickly in a motion that should have been comforting but instead made you bristle. "I'd almost say you were warming up to me, just like old times huh?"

And that was all it took to make you throw the next hit only this time instead of a slap your hand was formed into a hard fist. He caught it before it came anywhere near his face and he held on to both wrist tightly. You tried to yank away but his grip felt like iron as he tightened his hold almost making you cry out in pain.

"Come on _____, Don’t you miss it? Me and you? Us?" His smile was twisted as he watched you struggle.

"No."

"Liar." He all but whispered smiling down at you. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention."

"It doesn't mean anything." You tried to argue weakly.

"Ohhh no, it means everything." He cooed. "You miss me so much it kills you."

You knew there was no point in trying to protest against him and he revealed in the fact that you seemed to give up. A shark-like smile stretched across his lips as he watched your resolve break.

"Tell me I'm wrong." He demanded suddenly when you said nothing. Still, nothing but silence radiated from you and his intense stare became too much. You tried to flinch away from his gaze, willing to admit defeat but Sam was having none of it. He released one of your wrists to grab onto your jaw instead, redirecting your gaze back to meet his. His grip was loose and yet you still did little to resist his pull. Sam knew then and there that he had won.

"Go ahead baby," Sam's voice was soft but there was still an edge to his tone. "Tell me you don't miss me. Tell me just how much you don't love me anymore."

Silence truly was your best friend at the moment, nothing came to you but the overwhelming want to deny what he was saying and yet you couldn't bring yourself to voice any of it. It didn't matter one way or another if you answered, Sam knew the truth.

"Just can't do it, huh?" He tsked as you. "Answer me."

He tone suddenly retook its harsh cloak and his grip on your jaw became tight and painful. His blunt nails threated to cut into your skin and you were positive a bruise would bloom there at some point.

"No." Was all you could choke out quickly, a slight fear coursed through you at his sudden shift and a bitter feeling filled you. Here you were at the mercy of Sam Winchester of all people as he struck a slight fear into your heart, it wasn't right.

"No what?" His grip loosened slightly and that same sly smile was back, he knew he scared you. "No, you don't love me anymore? Or no, you just can't admit how much you hate me?"

"I can't hate you…." You trailed off not trusted your voice to carry the rest of your sentence you hadn't even fully thought out.

"Aw, that’s all you had to say in the first place." He teased and your face felt hot with anger and embarrassment.

"Want me to let you go?" Sam arched a curious brow, the teasing nature of his tone still nipping the end of his sentence.

Another bout of silence filled you at first, for once he didn’t fight the defiance you showed when you didn't respond. He was waiting and finally, an answer bubbled out of you that only caused shame and even more embarrassment to flood you.

"No."

Sam gaze seemed to darken as that was all he needed to hear to set his next movement into motion. He captured your lips into a hard and crushing kiss. The kiss itself seemed to bring to life all of the anger, fear, and hatred that coursed between the two of you. The intensity of it was bruising and when he finally released your other wrist you were quick to tangle it in his hair, yanking harshly at it.

His now free hand was quick to latch onto your hip as he turned you around and pushed you back until you collided with the hood of the car. Your free hand flew back to steady yourself as he invaded and conquered your personal space pushing you back even further.

Kissing the old Sam had always been something that was sweet and soft, his touch would linger against your skin so lightly you almost felt like you were dreaming that it was there. The old Sam would always murmur words of praise and love against your skin when he finally pulled away from lips to venture down your neck. The old Sam worshipped your body until a light feeling of warmth and love exploded throughout you.

Now Sam kissed savagely as if he was going to war. He marred your skin without a second thought when he finally yanked away from your lips and latched onto your neck. He sucked harsh bruises along the colom of your throat before he finally sunk his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder without hesitation. Sam now didn't care if the moans that left your lips were ones of pain or pleasure as he drew blood from you, rightly assuming that they were the later anyway. Sam now kissed selfishly, demanding you to bend to his will as you melted to his touch. Kissing Sam now was a  harsh and bitter contrast to what it once was and you did your best to push away the cold feeling that filled you with that revelation.

When Sam pulled away and you almost whimpered at the loss. He smirked down at you before quickly spinning you around, bending you over the hood of the car. The metal was hot to the touch and it almost burned as he shoved you against it.

His hands groped over your ass, one finally making its way to the front of your jeans, he unbuttoned them as best as he could with one hand and began pulling them down. Your underwear slide down with the force that he used to yank your jeans down but he didn't seem to mind. Your hands balled into fists as there was nothing to grab onto on the hood.

"God I missed this tight ass of yours so much." He purred behind you as one hand continued to grope and one of your ass cheeks before giving you a hard slap echoed through the field and was sure to make your skin turn red. You yelped slightly and he laughed doing it again, bitter tears pooled at your eyes slightly and yet you still didn't want him to stop.

"I thought about you while I was in the cage. I missed you so much at first, all I could think about was getting out and whisking you away to our happily ever after. There towards the end though all I could think about was how good you would feel wrapped around me." His words crushed you and you said nothing, a small moan leaving your lips when he suddenly traced his finger along your uncovered sex.

"Look at that." He mused to himself at the sight of how wet you were from his harsh treatment.

His lack of hesitation seemed to be a reoccurring them as he suddenly slid a finger into you with ease. It drew a groan out of you as you dropped your head again the hood of the car. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable at first seeing how last time you were with someone was Sam before he went to the cage in the first place. The discomfort didn't last for long however and before you knew it Sam was adding another finger. The hot metal bit at your skin but you didn't care once he started to pump his fingers in and out you.

"You should have seen some of the things Lucifer made me see while I was in the cage. You were one of his favorite ways to torcher me, you know that? He would make you appear in there in front of us all scared and helpless, god your screams sounded so real. When I first got there it broke my heart, the things I thought he did to you…. By the end my stay I was practically joining in with him." He snickered into your ear. His words made you squirm and he suddenly added another finger.

"I used to love you." His words were practically a whisper towards the end. "That stopped when Lucifer ripped my soul out and decided to use it like a kickball."

An actual tear slipped from your eye and at first, you thought it would go unnoticed as you tried to shift your face out of view. Sam saw it of course.

"Aww, what's the matter ____, am I breaking your heart? Does it crush you to hear me say that I don’t love you anymore? You're more of a pain in the ass now, no fucking idea how I did it before, I guess it helped that you were always a good lay."

"I hate you." You spat the words out but you knew you didn’t mean it and so did he.

"I know baby, I know." He cooed, a faux tone of genuine care slipping into his voice and for a second you were almost convinced.

"I hate you so much." You continued.

"That's it, let it out. Cry for me." He chuckled, a certain smugness in his voice as he got off on the tears that streamed down your cheek and the hollowness of your voice. The 'I hate you's' continued to tumble from your mouth in-between broken moans and whimpers as he continued to finger you.

He eventually pulled his fingers out of you and you instantly missed the feeling your hips trying to follow his hand to no avail. He snickered at your motion of his other hand on your hip harshly held you in place as he began to unzip his jeans. It didn't take him long to pull himself from the confines of his jeans and before you knew it he was rubbing the head of his dick against your swollen sex.

"So fucking wet, is all that for me?" He questioned as he continued to tease you.

"Yes, Please." You hadn't meant for the plea to leave your lips but it did and there was no taking it back

"That's it, beg for it." Frustration bubbled through you as he made no motion to continue waiting for you to continue your plea. "Come on babe, let me hear you."

It was when he began to rub against your clit that you felt the rest of your pride disappear.

"Please Sam, please." You didn't have to be facing him to know that same wicked smile was stretching across his face. "Please, I need you."

"Good girl." Was all he mumbled in praise as he seemed to grow impatient with waiting. He didn't wait for you to beg further which honestly you probably would have if he wanted you too. He gave you no warning when he suddenly pushed into you, filling you and causing a gasp to leave your lips.

He snickered at your reaction and didn't give you much time to adjust before he began to move, one of his hands left your hip and knotted into your hair.

"God I forgot how tight you were." He mumbled more so to himself as he jerked his hips forward. "Is this what you missed?"

"I hate you so much." You repeated picked back up where you left off as anger and shame pulsed through you along with the pleasure he was causing. It was part of what you missed. All your words did was cause him to pounded harder into you.

"You want me to stop?" He asked though there was no concern in his voice. You didn’t though and didn’t bother answering as a particularly hard thrust from him drew a load groan from you.

"That's what I thought." Was all he chuckled as his grip tighter in your hair and he used it to yank you up. A pained whimper left your lips at his tugging and you squirmed slightly only causing his hold to tighten. He molded your back to his chest and attached his lips to your neck. He kissed and sucked at the skin there no doubt leaving marks for the world to see.

The new Sam fucked the same way he kissed, rough and selfishly.  Nothing about his touch was soft or comforting and it was more than clear that his end goal was simply to get himself off, if you came too well I guess that was an added bonus. You reached a hand back to hold the back of his head in place as he turned your neck into a chew toy, only occasionally breaking to whisper filth into your ear that the old Sam would have turned beet red at the sound of. Hearing Sam call you every name in the book from a bitch to a whore only seemed to spur you on much to his amusement.

You could feel the coil in the pit of your stomach grow and you grew louder, clenching around him the closer you got. He had the decency to finally reach a hand down to rub your clit in tune with the movement of his hips. It was when his other hand also came forward to reach under your shirt and push your bra up to fondle at your breast that you felt yourself fall over the edge. You didn’t mean to scream his name out as you came but none the less you did as you clenched around his cock.  He didn't bother waiting for the aftershocks of your orgasm to end before he was shoving you back down against the now slightly cooler hood of the car and beginning to pound into you like there was no tomorrow. He leaned down, his strong chest trapping you against the hood

The over stimulation almost built you back up to another orgasm until Sam gave one final push and began to cum inside you. He pumped slowly through his release groaning deeply next to your ear. When he was finally done he didn't waste any time pushing himself up and pulling out. You had realized when he had first pushed into you that he wasn't wearing a condom but the realization became even more evident now that he was done and irritation filled you.

"Now that's a pretty sight. All used up like the whore I know you really are." Sam declared you did your best not to react to his words.

You felt dirty and shameful as you felt him step away from you. The sound of him zipping his jeans back up snapped you out of your fog however though as you pushed yourself up and just like that the moment was over. You began to pull your jeans up, cringing at the feeling of his cum still wet against your skin. You couldn't be bothered to do more to clean yourself up, however. You adjusting your bra and pulling it back down over your breast when he finally spoke again.

"You're still on birth control right?" His tone was back to the bored indifference and you winced squeezing your eyes shut, thankful your back was still to him.

"Glad you waited until after you were done to ask." You snipped matching his tone as you worked on readjusting your shirt.

"Yeah well, you weren't in a big rush to stop me." He teased.

"Yes, I'm still on it." You mumbled in response not wanting to address his previous comment.

"Good." Was all he said shortly. You stumbled slightly a little shaky on your legs as you turned to face him. It didn't go unnoticed by Sam and that wolfish smile returned.

"So good you can't even walk straight, huh?" Cocky asshole was all you could think as you glared at him.

"Give me the keys." He said moving past you towards the driver's side.

"Why?" You snipped although you didn't have much fight in you and that was evident in your voice.

"Because I told you too." You sighed at his attitude yet didn't feel like arguing as you finally fished them from your pocket and threw them at him not caring if he caught them or not. He did of course and flashed you a sharp grin.

You said nothing more and walked to the passenger side getting in without saying anything, Sam followed your lead and just like that the two of you were backing away from the barn.

The car ride back to the motel was stiff and quiet. You said nothing and Sam didn't bother turning the radio on. The silence was uncomfortable and it was only now as you were sitting still that you realized just how sore your body felt. Your hips and jaw ached from his hard grasp and your legs still felt like noodles. You could only imagine the state of your neck and you did your best not to look when you pulled the visor down to look at your jaw in the mirror. Harsh red marks dotted your jawline and you knew a bruise would most likely be there by tomorrow.

Sam glanced over at you when you slammed the visor shut irritated. You met his gaze with a harsh glare of your own and he only shrugged laughing and finally glancing back to the road,

"Should have answered me when I asked you a question." Was all he offered as explanation and your irritation only increased.

"Shut up, Sam." You snapped harshly and for once he did just that, whether it was because of the anger in your voice or the fact that you actually used his name you weren't sure but you were appreciative regardless.

The rest of the short drive was completely silent as you glared out at the window at the passing scenery and Sam drove on. It was only when you pulled into the motel parking lot however that embarrassment filled you once again. Both of you had a few missed calls from Dean when you had first gotten into the car, you hadn't felt like having a conversation with the man and Sam, of course, didn't care simply clearing the notifications. All you had done was send a quick text to dean letting him know you were both heading back to the hotel and you figured you could touch base with him there. The Impala was parked in the hotel parking lot and disappointment filled you as you had been hoping that just maybe the two of you could beat him back to the room so you could clean up.

"Shit." You grumble as you slid out of the car and slammed the door shut. The sound echoed through the parking lot and as Sam got out he sent you a hard look.

"Slam my shit again and see what happens." It was finally your turn to roll your eyes at him as you turned and made your way to the room. There was no hiding the state of your jaw or neck, Sam didn't bother fixing his tousled hair, and the smell of sex and sweat clung to both of you. You prayed that maybe Dean wouldn't notice the state you were both in and maybe, just maybe, it wasn't noticeable at all and you were overreacting.

Sam was hot on your heels as you let yourself into the room and you tried not to tense at the feeling of his presence behind you. Dean was sitting at the dining room table with his weapons bag, the majority of its content was strewn out on the tabletop as he cleaned a shotgun.

His head shot up when he heard the two of you enter though you didn’t doubt that he'd heard you pull up or the sound of the car door slam through the paper thin walls.

"Where the fuck have you two been?" The elder Winchester was quick to ask. You kept your head bowed and began to move to the bed hoping he would pay no mind to you.

"We were at the barn." Was all you mumbled as you set the small bag you had taken with you on the bed.

"Yeah at the barn doing the exact opposite of what I told you to do! I said do not engage with her." His shouts filled the room and you whirled around to face him confused.

"How do you know?" You snapped back.

"Because you pissed her off. I caught her hanging around the vic's house ready to finish the job with his family. She said two incompetent hunters tried to chase her down." You flinched at Dean's words and regret flowed through you.

"Are you okay? Did you kill her?" You finally asked softly after a few moments of processing the information.

"Yeah I'm fine and yes I did, the case is done we can leave tomorrow." Dean had finally lowed his voice but the anger was still evident in it.  It was only now that he was done yelling that he took in both of your appearances. His gaze lingered on you, and your neck and his eyes narrowed.

"What happened to you?" He finally said taking a few steps closer.

"Nothing." You tried to sound nonchalant in your response but your answer was just a little too quick.

"Did the witch do that to you?" Dean asked again you still didn't bother looking at him. The man was smart and you knew he had probably already put the pieces of what happened together but he was hoping that somehow some way he had read the situation incorrectly.

"No." Sam piped up this time before you could answer. You glanced over to glare at him and the smug look on his face was all Dean needed to confirm his suspicions.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He was back to yelling and you sighed sitting down on the edge of the bed with a slight wince you ass was still sore from his rough treatment. "What the hell did you do to her?"

This time his anger was directed towards Sam as he approached him quickly.

"Nothing she didn't want me to do." Yet again it was the tone of his voice and that wolfish smile that caused dean to snap. He was quick to grab ahold of his brother and shove him again the door. He had a tight grip on his throat and he bared his teeth viciously.

"You touch her again and I swear to god Sam I will kill you."

"Dean." You stood up from the bed quickly. Sam seemed unbothered by the whole ordeal, that smile never left his face as he watched his brother unravel. "Dean stop!"

The sound of your voice snapped him out of it slightly as he glanced back at you, his hands still wrapped around Sam's neck.

"Just stop. Let him go." You continued.

"Are you serious?" He snapped harshly.

"Yes, let go of him." Maybe it was the hollow sound of your voice or your obviously conflicted expression but something finally triggered him to release his brother.

The expression on his face was something was hard to pin but you could best chalk it up to pained disappointment.

"Told you." Sam snickered and this time it was your turn to yell at him.

"Seriously shut the fuck up, Sam."  You brought your hands up to rub your eyes a slight exhaustion filling you.

"We're not doing this right now." You said slowly making a motion to whatever had just transpired. "Both of you just stop it."

Neither of them said anything for once and you finally turned back towards your bed and picked up the duffel bag that had been beside it. You fished out a set of clean clothes and your toiletries looking back up at them one final time.

"I'm going to take a shower." There was a bluntness to your tone and Dean simply sighed and nodded saying nothing more. You didn't wait to hear Sam's response instead choosing to turn and walk to the bathroom.

Silence filled the room for a brief moment once you slammed the door behind you. Dean turned around to glare at his brother and still, Sam had that sly smile playing upon his lips.

"It's cute how much she still loves me." Was all he mused finally glancing past his brother to the bathroom door. "Poor thing."

Dean had to clench his fist to keep from lashing out again. "Leave her alone Sam."

The younger only rolled his eyes. "Mind your own business, Dean."

"If you hurt her I swear.." There was a slight shake in his voice as Dean trailed off, his treat hanging heavy in the air between them.

"We're just having fun. Besides, she likes it rough, you should have heard how loud she got when I slammed her against the hood of the car." Sam knew his words tore his brother apart and he revealed in the way the Dean looked away from him repulsed.

"Walk away from me Sam." Dean finally said in warning not trusting himself to keep his hands to himself if the other continued to speak.

Sam only laughed in response and shrugged. He moved to where his own duffel bag was sitting near the table and yanked out clean clothing as well.

"If you say so." He teased as he walked past dean to the bathroom. The shower had been going on for just a little bit now and the realization made Dean's stomach twist as he watched his brother approach the door.

"Leave her alone." Dean tried again, weakly.

Sam looked back at him one final time before he entered the room and snorted. "Mind your own business."

Dean watched his brother enter the bathroom and could hear the sound of the door locking behind him. He paced the room slightly distraught before he finally grabbed his keys from the table and leaving the room, unwilling to stick around and hear what would happen next.

The hot water pounding down upon your skin helped ease the tension from you slowly. For once the motel you were at didn't have awful water pressure a luxury you almost forgot existed. The temperature was practically scolding but it didn't matter. You didn't react to the sound of Sam entering the bathroom and locking the door behind him. You didn’t shy away when he pulled the curtain back taking in your naked form for a few seconds. And you especially did nothing to stop him from stripping out of his clothes and stepping into the shower in front of you.

He towered over you and yet again invaded your personal space in order to steal the water the pounding down upon you. With him taking most of the water you were left cold but at the moment as he let the water spray down his face and body he almost looked like his old self.

His eyes were closed at the water fell down on him and his expression looked soft and almost peaceful. He didn't stop you from placing your hands upon his chest and pushing him back soon so that you could share the water with him. He had bulked up in his time back, the muscles beneath your hands rippling with power.

For just a second you convinced yourself that maybe when he opened his eyes you would have your Sam back, that you would be met with those soft eyes and his sweet smile. Instead when he opened then it was back to that dark and hungry gaze and shark-like smile. That didn’t cause you to stop him from pulling you into another bruising kiss, however.

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Less than an hour till the first fic of the week is posted!!! I hope everyone has a safe and happy New Years! I’m going out to celebrate so I won’t be in my phone to much till tomorrow probably but I would still love to hear feedback from everyone! Love y’all have a safe night!

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Happy New Years!

I hope everyone had a good holiday and is excited for the new year! I’m definitely ready for it to start. I finally had a break from work and school long enough to come up with a schedule for the week coming in order to celebrate the new year! I’m posting a Fic for everyday of the week (excluding weekend though i may do a bonus fic Sunday), they are all going to be from different fandom, some are one shots, others are short dabbles, a few are imagines. Some are fluffy others are smutty, this is a little bit of everything for everyone! Below is this weeks schedule it is already queued up and ready to go, so this is thankfully a promise i will be able to stick to. Thank you for your patients it means the world and i hope you guys tune in to celebrate with me this week! 

Monday December 31st, 2018 (New Years Eve):

Tell me You Hate me 

Prompt: Both the reader and Dean are having a hard time adjusting to a new life with a soulless Sam. When a demanding hunt leaves Sam and the reader completely alone chaos and heartache ensues for what was once a happy couple. Or basically in which an asshole Sam Winchester takes advantage of a heart broken reader.

Paring: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count: 7.3K

Warnings: Serious dub-con, detailed Smut, Angst, crying, rough sex, dirty talk, swearing, Unprotected Sex (Be smart people, reader is mentioned to be on birth control but still), Sam being an asshole.

Tuesday January 1st (New Years Day):

Match Made in Hell

Prompt: In a world in which Eric is as terrible as ever and you aren’t much better it goes without saying that the two of you are truly a match made in hell heaven. Or in which Eric and the Reader happily view tormenting Four and the gang as a couples bonding experience. 

Paring: Eric Coulter x Reader

Fandom: Divergent

Work count: 1.5K

Warning: Language

Wednesday January 2nd: 

Whatchu’ Gonna do About it?

Short n’ sweet Drabble  

Paring: Eric Stevens (Killmonger) x Reader

Fandom: MCU, Black Panther

Warning: Language, sexual situation

Thursday January 3rd:

It’s Not What it Looks Like

Prompt: The relationship between you and Barry Allen was something that was complicated and hard to explain. He was dead set on keeping you a perfect secret tucked away from the world of superpowers and villains and being apart of a super league. His team has other ideas however. Of in which the justice league walks in on a scene that isn't quite what they think it is, or is it?

Paring: Ezra!Barry Allan x Reader

Fandom: DCEU, Justice League

Word count: 3K

Warnings: Language

Friday January 4th:

Boy shorts and Happy faces

Prompt: Its all fun and games until someone accidentally burns the clubhouse down. Or in which the gang always knew Happy was serious in claiming you as his girl, but they didn't realize just how serious he was.

Paring: Happy Lowman x Reader

Fandom: Sons of anarchy

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Language, Sexual situations

As you can see everyday is something wildly different from the last! I wanted to get some variety on this blog and i figured this would be the best way to go about that! I hope every ones finds a day that they are looking forward and i cant wait for you guys to read everything! Talk to you soon!

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Exhaustion

Warnings: Although not explicitly stated there is mention and description of the side effects of PTSD

Eric x Reader Drabble

A/N: Yay first Fic since I've been back. This one is very short but i enjoyed writing it! Hope you guys like it, i would love to hear feedback! -L       Word Count: 650

It was another night terror that yanked him from his sleep. The dream, better yet the nightmare, itself was a reel of memories from Erudite and trauma from fear simulations he had done so long ago that blended into a blur of hollow nothing. None the less they planted a seed of horror and anxiousness that caused him to yell and thrash in his sleep before waking up in a cold sweat.

Eric lied on his side facing the edge of the bed for a long time not wanting to move or get comfortable enough to lull himself back to sleep. He felt wide awake as his heart raced while he came down from the effects of the dreams. Exhaustion clipped at the edge of his psyche however, he could feel it, ready to consume him and push him back under into that dream state.

This wasn’t him. He was a fearless leader. A bold dauntless. An actual villain in the community so they say and now he was laying there in a cold sweat, scared of things that didn’t exist.

So caught up in his thoughts of staying awake and wondering if another all-nighter was doable he didn’t realize you were stirring on the other side of the bed. He was always so cautious about not wanting to wake you in the middle of the night with the yelling and movement. Of course, there was only so much he could control when under the blanket of sleep but when he was finally awake the stillness that he took on was a testament to that.

He didn't feel you shifting around until your hand landed on his bicep. He tensed instantly but did nothing to move instead just laying still hoping that maybe if he didn’t move you both could pretend nothing happened. That wasn’t the case though. The hand that had been resting on his arm moved and draped across his waist. It was the type of movement that in any other situation would have gone unnoticed as casual endearment but Eric was hyper aware of everything.

You shifted close, arm still around his waist and nestled your face near the back of his neck. If he focused hard enough he could almost feel your soft breath against his skin. With you molded against him a certain warmth began to spread through him.

You were his security blanket. A crutch he would never own up to having. The soft feeling of your skin pressed to his and the unabashed way you clung to him tightly as if truly protecting him was a comfort he had come to hard terms with.

Eric wanted to be stubborn. He wanted to shift away from you. He wanted to push you off and tell you to leave him alone. But instead, he finally found himself giving up his fight against the obvious comfort you offered him. He felt himself melt into your touch instead of cringing away and as exhaustion pushed from the outskirts of his thought he didn’t fight it. He let sleep overtake him, suddenly unafraid of the darkness that lurked. He let himself tumble head first into it knowing at the end of the night you were there, pressed against him and warding away every terror.

He would deny this happening in the morning. He would laugh at the simple accusations of cuddling, acting as if the concept was foreign to him. He would insist that the only reason you were in his bed was because he did have the energy to kick you out this particular night. He would scoff at the claim that the last he heard before he fell back asleep was your soft I love you and he would certainly pretend that the last thing he said before falling back asleep was his genuine reply of ‘I love you too’.

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Guess who’s still alive

It me, I’m back!

So I guess I owe an explanation

Hi, okay so it has been a while, actually, it's been longer than a while it been two years. A lot has happened in that time period and I personally have grown so much as a person and have changed but all for the better. When I started posting my writing on this blog and began reaching out to other people it was amazing. It was great coming in to contact with people with similar interest as my own and it was such an eye-opening experience. It made me realize how much I enjoyed writing as a hobby and how much fun it was to interact with people with similar interest.

I started this blog as a source of entertainment but also an escape. I was still in high school during the time that I was posting frequently and I was dealing with a lot of personal issues. Stress with school and getting ready for college, issues at home, my own personal problems that I had to face, as a naïve and easily stressed 17-year-old it was more than I could handle. I was juggling too much with school, working, maintaining a social life, and also up keeping on things that made me happy like writing among other things. I had to take a step back from this blog simply because I had to prioritize other things in life and in doing so what was simply supposed to be a small breakaway turned into a prolonged absence. That pretty much sums up the reason for my absence. While I was away I lot of exciting things happened though, I graduated high school and was accepted into my dream university and that has been what I have mainly been focusing on in recent history.

I am extremely happy with life, I'm in love with school (even though the broke college student life is a real and unforgiving bitch), I'm happy with my job, I've gotten the chance to meet so many interesting people and socially have challenged myself to face all fears and simply live happily. But in focusing so much on those things I haven't really prioritized the things in life that I used to love doing. Art is a big part of my life but recently it has been something I have been doing less and less for personal indulgence and instead has been for a grade or money and writing was also something I used to love as a way to express myself and be creative. As silly as it may seem to some writing fanfiction is such a relaxing and enjoyable was to indulge in a topic that you might already love. People who also love writing will get it and so will those so may simply enjoy just reading it, it's fun. I want to go back to doing things that I love and posting on this blog is one of them, I have missed writing so much and I have been wanting to pick it back up for a long time now I just haven't had the courage or motivation to do it. But enough is enough there is no point in putting something off if I have the means to do it and it makes me happy.

How often will I be posting here gaining? I have no idea.

Will another hiatus happen again? More likely than not yes, I only hope that now I can at least start giving a heads up.

While I was away I was still writing here and there, mainly in the notes on my phones so I'm sure you can imagine just how awful some of the fics I put together were but two years is a long time, some of the things I tried to piece together I have moved over to my laptop and have turned into actual full lengths fics that are ready to be posted. In the time that I was gone I also got the chance to watch so many TV shows and movies, things I want to start writing fic for, in fact, some of the fic I have already done and ready to post have nothing to do with Divergent, the Fandom this blog has been mostly based on. I have some fics for Divergent, all centered on my love Eric of course, but I hope everyone who is still following this blog for that content can understand that I feel my interest have grown and expanded and that as I start back up posting on here the content I will create will reflect that.

The fandoms I want to focus this blog on are:

-Divergent

-Walking dead

-Supernatural

-DCEU

   • Justice League

   • Suicide squad

-Sons of Anarchy

-Marvel EU

   • Black Panther

   • Guardians of the Galaxy

That’s all of it for now maybe I will add to it or maybe there are some fandoms on the list above that I will never write fics for. I don’t know, I'm just going to take things as they come. I think this will be a fun journey and appreciate that so many of you have stuck around as long as you have When I stopped post on this blog we had just hit 500 and after almost two years of absence that number is now at 753! For those of you that followed while I was gone just a quick introduction, Hi my name is Lauren and I really really like writing fanfiction even though I'm kind of lazy and inconsistent with posting. I'm sorry for the lack of content but now that is hopefully going to change.

I currently have eight fics that are done and ready to be posted.

   • 'A match made in…' (Divergent, Eric x reader, 1.4k)

   • Eric x reader Drabble (Divergent)

   • Dean x Reader Drabble (Supernatural)

   • The New Sam (Supernatural, Soulless!sam x reader, 7k)

   • Unnamed (Justice League, Barry Allen x reader, 3k)

   • Happy face (Sons of Anarchy, Happy x reader, 1.5k)

   • Unnamed (Sons of Anarchy, Happy x reader. 3k)

   • Erik x reader drabble (Black Panther)

I would say I have about ten other fics all across the fandoms that need to be finished or are in the process of being edited. I wanted to wait before I made this announcement until I had a crazy amount of fics stockpiled and ready to be posted just to make sure that I could post more consistently but you know what I'm ready to come back so here we are.

The Divergent Eric x reader drabble is short but something I am going to post either tonight or tomorrow evening so look out for that.

I just want to say thank you again to everyone who stuck around and two all the people who sent sweet messages checking to see if I was okay, I saw them I'm sorry I didn’t respond I just needed to take a break from the blog. I'm excited for all that’s to come on this new version of this blog and I have even been thinking about changing my URL to commemorate the fact that this is a new chapter!

I'll talk to you all soon!

-L

[felywrites]

Suits and Boots

Prompt from @vaultloserboy: “Heyo! I just wanted to take a little bit of your time to say thank you. Your writing gives me life and reader it all just makes me love you! I was wondering and hoping if you can make a smut with Eric and Captain Boomerang x reader.” Also, from a conversation with a certain nonnie about seeing them suited up ;)  I found myself once again using Owen in this one, and I hope you don’t mind. I do have a George one-shot in the works, so please be patient! Thank you, I hope you guys enjoy!

Rating: M (NSFW)  Pairing: Eric (Divergent)/Reader/Owen Mercer (Capt. Boomerang) Fandom: DC/Divergent/Suicide Squad By: @felywrites Title: Suits and Boots

You hadn’t ever seen him before, dressed in a dark blue waistcoat that shimmered slightly in the light whenever he moved, a white dress shirt underneath with a dark back tie. His slacks were black, belted around his waist, and his suit jacket was the same color. He was tall and imposing, his hair slicked back with neatly trimmed mutton chops; his muscular arms even bulged in the suit jacket, which seemed to strain over his broad shoulders.  

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