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Sam Winchester

Show Him You’re Mine

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John Winchester

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Pleasing Daddy & Sir (John X Reader X Dean)

Harry Osborne was a busy man, he worked hard all of the time. But when he spent time with you, he would always turn his phone on silent and focus on you. At the beginning at least. Recently he had started to bring his work home with him, you understood at first, but when you were lying naked next to him and he couldn’t take his eyes off his laptop, you grew less understanding.

‘Harry…’ you whispered, pulling your fingers up his arm, he quickly shrugged you off and continued typing. You sighed and rolled onto your back, pulling the covers over you. 

In a second, the sheets were ripped off of you, Harry’s body on top of you and his hands holding your wrists down to the bed. 

‘Harry?!’ you gasped.

‘I’ll make it up to you with gifts, jewellery, whatever the fuck you want.’ he growled, leaning down to kiss and bite at your neck. ‘But right now I need to fuck you.’ he bit down hard on your shoulder and you couldn’t help but moan. You should have stopped him, but everything he was doing made you wet. 

‘Harry.’ you moaned, he pulled both your wrists together and held them with one hand, his other covering your mouth. 

‘Shhhhh…’ he whispered, kissing down your breasts. His lips found your nipple, nips and sucking harshly in a way that made you arch your back and moan into his hand. You tried to release yourself you wanted to feel him against you, feel his bare skin on yours. But he wasn’t in the mood for that. He just wanted to fuck you and get back to work. As you wanted to stop him, as much as you wanted to say no. It turned you on so much, his lips on you, his hands restraining you. You wanted him inside you, now. He wasn’t in the mood for foreplay either, he pushed down his slacks and pushed your legs apart, pulling his hand away from your face to grab his cock, brushing his tip against your folds. You bucked your hips upwards, trying to lift your legs to wrap around his waist. 

‘Fuck… Harry…’ you whispered, feeling him slowly push into you. You moaned as he stretched you, your head falling back onto the pillow. He pushed in further and further until his pelvis pressed against your ass. He grabbed your thigh and pulled it up over his hip, beginning to thrust into you at a rapid pace. 

It was then you realised that wasn’t about pleasure to him, it was about stress relief. You couldn’t figure out why, but this only aroused you more. A time limit on your orgasm, if you didn’t cum before he did, you didn’t get to cum. His rapid thrusts built your pleasure quickly, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. In his animalistic thrusting his grip on your wrists loosened, you were able to slip one hand from his grip and reach down between you both, your fingers finding your clit. 

Harry groaned as he came, his load shooting inside you. But it wasn’t enough, Harry pulled out of you quickly, falling onto the bed beside you.

‘Harry…’ you whined, still rubbing your clit. But Harry stopped you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

‘I’m going to the office, I’ll be done in one hour. Don’t finish yourself till then.’ he growled, pulling his sacks back up and getting off of the bed.

‘Harry?!’ you gasped, watching him walk out of the room.

'This one is from when I fell off my bicycle.' you smiled, pointing to a scar on the wrist. 'It was a lot bigger when I was 6.' you were sat straddling Francis's stomach, his fingers moving over your scar. 

'it's very cute.' he smiled, he pushed you down to his waist and lifted up his shirt, showing you a large scar across his stomach. 

'This is from when Angel went a little bit too far and hurt me.' he explained. You ran your finger across the scar, and further down his abs. 

'That's not my scar.' he smirked, you hummed, your fingers continuing further down his abs to his waistband. 

'So?' you whispered. You didn't even know how the conversation had started, but now it was heading somewhere else. 

Francis grabbed your waist, flipping you both over and pressing you into the bed.

'I wonder where else you have scars?' he asked, lifting up your shirt and pressing kisses to your stomach. You giggled, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

'Down here?' he pulled your shorts down slightly, nipping gently at your waist.

Your giggles turned to moans as Francis skipped over your short overfed area, pulling your legs from around his waist and bending them to your chest. He pressed kisses to the back of your thighs, your shorts riding up. 

'Francis…' you whispered, parting your legs to see him. 

'What? I am still looking for other scars.' he smirked. 

'Check under my clothes.' you whispered. Francis grabbed the waistband of your short and pulled them down, lifting your ass to help. He discarded your shorts over his shoulder. 

'Hmmm, I can't seem to see any scars…'

'Look closer…' you gasp, feeling his breath on your pussy. Francis leaned forward, flicking his tongue out across your slit. 

'Francis…' you moaned, bucking your hips upwards. He pushed your legs against your stomach and delve in, his nose pressing against your clit and his tongue licking long lines up and down your cunt. 

You weren’t prepared for it, the sudden warmth on your pussy made your back arch, your hands balling into fists on the sheets. 

‘FUCK.’ you screamed. The pleasure was building fast, Francis lifted up and focused his tongue on your clit, one hand coming away from your thigh to push two fingers into you. You cried out, bucking your hips upwards into his face. The pleasure was building quickly, Francis knew how to work you easily, curling his fingers and flicking his tongue in just the right way to get you going. 

You moved your hips to match the rhythm of his fingers, feeling him thrusting faster and faster as the pleasure built more and more.  

More and more until finally, the dam broke, pleasure washed over you in waves, bucking your hips more to drag it out as long as possible. Francis pulled away but continued to thrust his fingers, dragging out the pleasure until I fell limp on the bed. Francis’s lips were covered in your arousal as he kissed his way back up your stomach and to your lips.

You caught sight of him doing magic tricks in the street. Some people wondered passed him, dropping money into a little collection plate. Others would stand and watch. You were part of the others. You stood and watched him, he was often on your walk home from work, using his magic to chat up girls. You found it amusing, he would always pick a pretty girl to do the magic trick, and almost always go home with her. But tonight was a little different. Tonight there was no around him, just you, but he continued on with the magic trick anyway.

‘Can I have a volunteer?’ he asked as if there was a crowd surrounded him, he looked around at the empty spaces, his eyes eventually landing on you. ‘Ahh the pretty lady wants to volunteer?’ he asked, taking your hand and bringing you forward before you could say no.

‘Thank you for volunteering, now I have a simple deck of cards.’ he pulled the deck from an inner jacket pocket, spreading them out for you to see. ‘Very simple, very pretty, just like you.’ he smirked. You smiled back at him, shaking your head and trying to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks.

‘Now, I want you to pick a card, any card you like but it has to be from this deck.’ he spread the deck out for you again, holding it up to you. 

‘Any card?’ you asked, humouring him since you were the only person there.

‘Any card at all. They all have my phone number on them.’ he winked, you rolled your eyes and stepped back.

‘I’m not a groupie, Atlas. I’m not going to sleep with you because of your magic.’ you began walking away, but Atlas stopped you.

‘That's fine, what you want to know? I’m Daniel Atlas, living breathing American and I can do magic beyond your wildest dreams.’ he shrugged, walking with you.

‘Not happening.’ you shrugged, ‘not interested.’ he jumped in front of you, stopping your pace completely. 

‘One date?’ he asked, holding his hand out to you as if pleading. ‘Just one date? Anytime, anywhere.’ he smiled. You smiled back at him, he was handsome and impressive. 

‘Fine. One date.’ you sighed. Atlas grinned, stepped away from you.

‘You call me whenever you want.’ 

‘I don’t have your number?’ you said, Atlas tapped his jacket pocket and pointed to yours. You reached into your own jacket pocket, pulling out the Queen of hearts, with a phone number and his name scribbled on the back. 

‘You impressed yet?’ he grinned, walking away from you.

You were wondering about the Sanctum Sanctorum, waiting for Strange to finish his work. He had promised to take you out for lunch but his work was running over. He had told you to take a look around, but don’t touch anything. The rooms were beautiful, full of mysterious objects that you wondered what their purpose was. You didn’t touch anything until you came to a circular room. There were doors everywhere, all different and unique in their way. 

As you looked around, you heard whispers, coming from one door. You felt drawn to it, almost like it was pulling you towards it. Looking over your shoulder, you made sure no one was around and wrapped your fingers around the door handle. It unlocked easily, as soon as you pulled it open, a cold breeze ran around your whole body. The door led outside? That was impossible, the room was in the middle of the building. The more you pulled it open, the stronger the breeze got. You soon realised that it wasn’t a breeze at all, it was a blizzard coming through the door. You tried to push it closed again, but the wind was too strong to close the door. You pushed against the wind, but it was no use, snow began to fall in the doorway. Between the winds you could hear shouting, you didn’t recognise the language, but it sounded angry. 

‘Steven!’ you shouted, regretting your decision very quickly. If he knew you had been down here, doing what he told you not to do, you’d be in trouble. You turned and tried to pull the door closed, the blizzard cold against your back. 

You screamed when two hands grabbed your waist, pulling you back through the doorway. The door closed but with you on the other side. A strange man pushed you against the wall, his hand around your throat, you didn’t recognise him, but they were dressed like Strange. 

‘Where is the Sanctum Sanctorum?!’ he growled, pulling the door open to a show you the closet. 

‘Bring it back!’ he shouted, you didn’t know what to say, your airways cut off and struggling to breathe. Everything was moving so fast, but your vision was blurring and nothing made sense. But when the pressure was suddenly lifted off of your neck, you fell to the floor, gasping for air. You hoped it was something good, but you couldn’t be sure. 

As your vision focused, you recognised who was knelt in front of you, shouting your name. 

‘Y/N?! Y/N?!’ 

‘Steven?’ you whispered, your voice quiet. Stephen gathered you into his arms and stood. In a second, the cold air around you was gone, the warmth of the Sanctum Sanctorum surrounding you again. Steven dumped you on a table, a blanket wrapping around your body. 

‘What were you thinking?’ he snapped, ‘I told you not to touch anything!’ 

‘Steven, I’m sorry.’ you pleaded, curling up into the blanket, still shivering.

‘I told you not to touch anything.’ he repeated, sighing as he looked at you. You looked so small and fragile beneath the blanket. Steven wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. 

‘I was worried you’d get hurt.’ he whispered, brushing the snow off you. ‘If you wanted to go through the doors you could have said.’ he chuckled, ‘I could have shown you the nice ones.’ 

You lay in the bed, an infinite amount of covers over you and pillows surrounding you. It was raining outside, you had no work, today seemed like the perfect day. You spent almost everyday pretending to be different. Smiling to people when you wanted to cry, being polite when you just wanted to smack someone, keeping silence when all you wanted to do was scream. You kept it all pushed down, but today it was raining, you had no work on your schedule and no one was due to come around. So today was perfect.

You collected all the blankets in the house, all the pillows and left them on your bed, burrowing into them with TV and junk food. It was lunchtime now, you had spent the morning crying and watching sad moving. A shower had taken all of that away and made you feel better. Now you were refreshed and watching crappy TV with your junk food. The day was going exactly as planned. Until you heard the front food open.

‘Y/N?!’ Wade’s voice rang through the house, ‘Y/N? Where are you?’ you groaned and sighed, pulling the blanket over your head.

‘Y/N?!’ Wade wouldn’t stop shouting. The more he did the louder his voice got until finally he burst through your bedroom door.

‘Fuck off Wade.’ you snapped, Wade jumped onto the bed next to you.

‘What are you doing here? You should be out and about.’ 

‘It’s raining Wade.’ you sighed, watching Wade organise the cushions so he could get comfy. ‘Its my day, Wade, you gotta go.’ you began to shove him off of the bed.

‘Your day?’ he wouldn’t move.

‘My self care day. My day where I can do whatever I want.’ 

‘So you spent the day crying and watching crap TV?’ 

‘How did you know I’ve been crying.’

‘You can take a shower but the tear streaked cheeks don’t go away.’ you stared down at the duvet cover.

‘I figured you’d be doing something like this today. I came prepared.’ he reached down the side of the bed, pulling up a Hello Kitty backpack and pulling it open. Inside was chocolate, sweets and your favourite movies. 

‘Wade.’ you whispered.

‘Its up to you if you want me here. But I make a great cuddle buddy and a shoulder to cry on.’ he smiled. 

‘You should stay.’ you whispered, shuffling closer to him and laying your head on his chest. Wade wrapped his arms around you, pulling the covers up to your shoulders and smiling. 

There were angels after him. Everywhere we looked there seemed to be an angel on his tail. You, Sam and Dean, had tried the option of fighting, but they're just seemed to be too many. So you went with option number 2, house arrest. You put him in a hotel room and warded it with anti-angel warding. Cas didn’t like it at first, he didn’t want to be trapped like a pet. So you took turns staying with him, keeping him busy, making sure he didn’t stray. Dean went first, playing card games and offering him porn. He lasted a week before he was out. Sam lasted a little longer, 2 weeks of research and chatter went well until there was a case about angels and Cas decided he needed to come along. Then there was you. 

You had discovered a very unique way to keep him occupied. It was a complete misunderstanding at first, you had freshly showered and heard your phone ringing out on the hall and without thinking, you left the bathroom to get it. It wasn’t until you had picked up your phone that you remembered Castiel was sitting on the bed, and that you had left the bathroom without a towel. You screamed and ran back into the bathroom, your face turning red at thought of Castiel seeing you naked. You had always had a thing for him but you thought nothing would ever happen. 

The knock at the bathroom door shocked you, but Castiel's voice still rang through. 

‘Y/N. I am sorry I saw you naked. If it helps at all. You have a beautiful body.’ he said. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pulled the door open, a towel wrapped securely around your body. 

‘Cas, you don’t have to say anything. It was my fault.’ 

‘I am not lying, You have a very beautiful body. When Dean was here he was showing me his quite frankly, odd stash of porn. But we began talking about you.’ 

‘About me?’

‘Dean said he saw you like family, as his baby sister. It didn’t feel right to tell him the extremely few times I sleep I often dream of you.’ he explained, your cheeks began to heat up again, but not from embarrassment. ‘And then when he showed me the porn I couldn’t help but think of you and I.’ he added.

‘Cas.’ you whispered.

‘Being stuck here is very very boring. I was glad after Sam and Dean gave up, it meant I could be here with you. It also meant you were safe.’ he began to ramble.

‘Cas, shut up.’ you smiled, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to you, pressing your lips against his. Wrapping your arms around his neck you let your towel fall to the floor.

‘Cas.’ your words came out in a breathy whisper. But it all stopped when Cas put his hands on you. His fingers touched your skin and you felt sparks. Cas didn’t pull away from you, instead of pulling you closer. Your naked body pressed against his clothed one, you pulled away to gasp in the air. Looking over, you began to scream, yanking yourself away from him and running into the bathroom.

Cas turned around, spotting Sam and Dean standing in the doorway. Sam was smiling, but Dean was glaring at him.

‘Sam, Dean, I-’

‘Save it.’ Dean snapped, ‘That’s who you were talking about when we talked about porn?’ 

‘Dean, we should probably go.’ Sam tried to defuse the situation.

‘No, no, no. Castiel has been having sex dreams about Y/N.’ 

‘DEAN!’ you shouted from behind the door, ‘Get out!’ you quickly pulled on one of the bathrobes and left the bathroom. 

‘She is family, Cas. You don’t go after a family.’ you pushed Dean towards the exit, Sam happily followed.

‘Use protection.’ Sam laughed, watching Dean begin to boil with rage.

‘Get out!’ you snapped, slamming the door behind them both and locking it. You turned back to Cas.

‘Moment is kind of ruined.’ you whispered, leaning against the door. Cas pulled you to his chest.

‘I don’t know what that means, but I assume it has something to do with Sam and Dean interrupting us?’ he asked, you nodded and shrugged, heading back towards the bathroom.

‘Can I fix the moment?’ he asked as you walked away. You smiled at his cuteness and shook your head.

You had said it as a joke, you didn’t expect him to take it seriously. A couple of days ago you were helping Peter work on his web-shooters, and you had made an off-handed comment about how they could be used for something better, a wink, a smirk and a nudge ensured he knew what you meant, seeing his cheeks heat up. 

A few days later he had come into your room and used the web-shooters on you. You hung upside down, attached to the ceiling, your hands stuck together behind you. A chair was wedged beneath the door to give you some privacy. Peter was sat in front of you, completely naked and rubbing his cock in front of you.

‘You wanted me to use them for something better.’ he smirked, pushing himself out of the chair. You couldn’t help but stare, he had come in under the pretence of fun, you had both stripped each other and now you were tied up like this and waiting for some release. Peter stood in front of you, his cock almost level with your lips. He reached up between your legs, rubbing a single finger along with your lit.

A moan slipped past your lips, pushing your tongue out to try and lick his cock. He grabbed the base of his cock, brushing it against your lips and into your mouth. His fingers slipped into your hair, pulling you forward and pushing his cock to the back of your throat. You choked around him, his fingers in your hair keeping you there until he let you. You swung backwards, taking in gasps of air before he did the same again, drool slipping down your face. He began to thrust past your lips, filling your mouth over and over while his fingers found your clit, rubbing harshly. You moaned around his cock, hearing him groan above you. Even without his fingers your arousal still built, hearing him moan and practically use you as his fleshlight was so arousing.  He pushed his cock to the back of your throat repeatedly, spit and saliva running down your face. He would groan and growl as he thrust into you, working hard to find his orgasm. 

He groaned as he came, his load shooting down your throat. You quickly swallowed, your tongue following his cock as he pulled out of you. Peter looked down at you, smiling and breathing heavily. 

T’Challa loves his throne, and all the dirty stuff you both do on it. 

No one would go near it if they knew how many times he had fucked you on it, how many times you had rode him or given him blowjobs.

Every time there was meeting you couldn’t stop smirking. 

He liked taking you up the mountains, showing you the beautiful views of Wakanda. 

Other tribe leaders couldn’t stop themselves from flirting with you, nothing would ever come of it, but they seemed to enjoy the attention. 

Whenever T’Challa found out though, it results in a day spent in bed, your whole body marked as his, you quiet liked it. 

It had been a rough day. A long day. One bad thing after another had hurtling you way all day. Even when the work day was over it continued, the buses had ignored you at bus stop, the the taxi had taken you home on the longest route possible to try and get charge you more cab fare. Now you stood in front of your door, rain pouring and the key broken in the lock. Thankfully, Eggsy was already home. You banged on the door until Eggsy yanked it open, shouting something about calming down. 

He stopped short when he saw you, looking like a drowned rat in front of him.

‘What happened?’  he asked, pulling you inside. You said nothing as he stripped you out of your coat and took your bag. You flicked off your shoes and took Eggsy’s hand, dragging him up the stairs. He trailed behind you, tripping up over himself a few times before you made it to the bedroom.

‘What are you doing? What happened?’ he tried to ask. You got into the bedroom, stripping off your clothes and grabbing a towel from the bathroom.

As you dried yourself, Eggsy finally got the idea and and stripped his shirt. You crawled into the bed as Eggsy turned on the eletric blanket, warmth covering you. Eggsy crawled in beside you, collecting a few extra pillows and laying them around you, sloting himself in next to you. His chest was warm and relaxing, he pulled you close, running his fingers up your back, you buried your face into his neck, taking a deep sigh of relief. You shuffled into a more comfortable position, feeling Eggsy’s grip tighten around you.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his fingers running all over your skin.

‘Are you gonna tell me what happened?’ he whispered.

‘Not now.’ you mumbled, pressing yourself closer to him. 

‘Later then.’ he whispered, pulling the blanket over your heads, pushing you both into a cocoon of warmth and comfort. 

The school bell rang and kids began to bolt out of the classroom, desperate to be finished for the day. But you took your time, packing your books away slowly and watching your phone for any notification. You had been checking it in secret all day, responding to the messages you got there. You had joined a forum online for a chat about the Avengers and other superheroes. While on there you had begun chatting with someone called ‘IronStark’, the conversation was amazing, the two of you really connected and left the forum and began chatting more in private. Now there wasn’t an hour where the two of you weren’t talking, getting to know one another more and more until now. The bell had rung and your phone lit up with a new notification. Quickly picking it up, you grabbed your things and left the classroom smiling.

IronStark: I think we should talk more.

Me: We are talking more 🙃

IronStark: I mean in person

Me: ...Like in real life?

IronStark: Yeah. I think we’ve both established that we’re not murderers. Lol

Me: You never know. 😆

IronStark: True, but I still want to meet you. Today?

Me: When?

IronStark: I’m free all afternoon, I could meet you at the cafe we were walking about? In an hour?

Me: Ok. I’ll meet you there.

You shoved your phone back into your pocket, wondering if you had enough time to run home and put something better on. You shoved all your books into your locker, abandoning everything in there and heading to the school bathroom. You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to make it like you were dragged through a bush. Straightening your clothes, you took a deep breath. You were about to meet what seemed like your dream guy and you had no idea what he looked like. 

Somewhat satisfied with your look, you made your way towards the cafe. One last text came through from him. 

IronStark: I’ll be sitting at the table with a rose  

You practically ran to the cafe, looking at the outside seating area for a red rose. All the tales where empty bar one, a man sat with his back to you, a red rose on the plate opposite him. He looked older than expected, but neither of you had mentioned your age, you just assumed everyone on the forum was around the same age. 

‘IronStark?’ you asked, getting close to him and grabbing his attention. He turned to you and you froze. 

‘Tony Stark?’ you whispered.

‘Your ‘Ironmansmaiden?’ he scoffed, you sunk into the seat opposite him, unsure what to say. Iron man was sitting in front of you. The Ironman. 

‘You’re very young.’ he said.

‘Everyone on that forum is young.’ you defended yourself, ‘why are you even on a forum like that?’

‘Keeping an eye on my fans.’ he smirked, your cheeks turned red as you had remembered everything you had told him about Tony Stark. You had told him EVERYTHING.

‘Oh my god.’ you whispered, hiding your face in your hands, ‘I’m just gonna go and die, excuse me.’ you got up from the table, ready to run away but Tony stopped you. 

‘Please don’t run.’ he asked, ‘you are an amazing girl. Let me buy you coffee at least.’ 

Part of the castle was burning, it was burning and you couldn’t find a way out. The smoke was filling the rooms quickly. You had run everywhere you could find, but there was no way. The smoke was filling the room, everything was on fire and you were too high to jump from a window. You could hear the shouting outside, the king was sending out orders, everyone trying to help. Your lungs began to fill up with smoke, breathing becoming more and more difficult. Lying on the floor, your consciousness starts to slip away. 

You heard your name being called, being shouted through the flames. You tried to shout, but the words were stuck in your throat, dry from the smoke. It hurt to breathe. Your vision was blurring, your whole body too hot. A blurred figure knelt beside you, the flames not even touching them. The figure whispered something into your ear and pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest and carrying you through the corridors. 

The sunlight blinded you as you same out of the castle, being passed from one person to another. You were laid on a bed and forced to drink, it hurt to swallow, your eyes were covered with a rag to stop the sunlight. You could feel hands all over you, checking you over for cuts and scrapes. You could still smell the smoke, but the flames had stopped. After a few minutes, you pulled the rag off of your eyes, your vision focusing on Merlin, who was sitting next to you.

‘Thank god.’ he whispered, noticing your movement. He pulled you into his arms,  hugging you tightly. ‘Don’t speak,’ he whispered, burning his face into your neck, ‘You need to drink more.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him back, not wanting to let go.

‘Merlin.’ Arthur’s voice snapped through the crowd. ‘Put her down she needs Gaius to look her over.’ Merlin pulled away from you, brushing your hair from your face. You realised Gaius had been sitting next to you the whole time. 

‘You inhaled a lot of smoke.’ he began, pressing his thumbs on your neck gently. ‘Your voice is going to be damaged for a little while.’ you opened your mouth to speak but Gaius stopped you.

‘Don’t bother. No words for the next few days.’ he instructed, walking away to the next patient. Merlin handed you another cup of water, it wasn’t until you drank it that you realised it wasn’t water. You grimaced, seeing Merlin smile.

‘Its medicine.’ he said, pushing the cup towards your mouth, ‘you need to drink it all.’ you scowled at him, drinking everything in the cup. 

‘Disgusting right?’ he laughed, you nodded and handed the cup back to him. He cupped your face in his hands.

The rain was boring down, clattering against the metal fire escape. You let it fall down over your face. The water was hard on your face, pressing on your bruises and cuts. You wanted the pain, the fight was hard and pointless. You didn’t want to but wouldn’t let you go. Mutants fighting mutants was some sort of game to them. You were bruised, aching and barely able to stand and they just through you into the street. Closing your eyes, you waited for the blood loss to pull you into unconsciousness, but the rain suddenly stopped falling. Opening your eyes, you saw white feathers shielding you from the rainfall. 

You recognised instantly, the white feathers that looked so pretty on his wings, but he used them to beat you. You scrambled to defend yourself, but in your weak state he easily grabbed your wrists and stopped you.

‘I don’t want to hurt you.’ he whispered, you wanted to fight him, but instead you fell into his arms, unconsciousness taking you.

When you woke up, the street felt more comfortable than it did last night. You quickly realised that the warmth and softness wasn’t the street anymore. It was a bed, a blanket and a private room. You slowly got out of bed, your limbs aching. Finding a mirror, you examined your face, your bruises were coming through, your cuts had been patched up with gauze. 

‘I’m glad you’re awake.’ the voice made you jump, spinning around you realised the winged man had taken you in. 

‘Please don’t hurt me.’ you whispered, your whole body beginning to shake, you knew you couldn’t defend  yourself.

‘I don’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want to last night. You have to understand…’ you shook her head, moving away from the stability of the shelf and tried to walk on your own, but your own legs couldn’t hold you and you went tumbling to the floor. He was by your side in a second, his arm wrapping around your waist and helping you up. 

‘If I didn’t do what they wanted, we’d both be in trouble. This way I can look after you.’ he took you back to the bed, lying you down on the mattress. 

‘You think this is ok?’ you whispered.

‘It what I have to do.’ he whispered, pulling a blanket over your body. You shook her head and reached out for his hand. 

‘It doesn’t have to be this way. There is a school.’ you explained, remembering the man in a wheelchair that had come to your parents. You listened secretly from the staircase, listening to him explain everything good about the school and listening to your parents deny him. 

‘Then why aren’t you at this school?’ he scoffed, pulling up a chair to sit next to you. 

‘I was going there, but I ended up here.’ 

‘A runaway?’

‘Seeking better.’ you whispered, squeezing his hand. ‘Come with me. We’ll be safe there.’ 

‘I’ll take you there once you’ve rested.’

‘What’s your name.’ you asked, closing your eyes. 

‘Warren.’ he smiled, noticing you were already asleep, but no ready to let go of your hand yet.

You groaned as soon as you woke up, your arms wrapping around your stomach. It had come a day early. You groaned again when you realised the mess that was probably on the bed. Sighing, you thanked god that your boyfriend had gone to work already. Harry Hart was a complete gentleman, always kind, always perfect. But he had never seen you on your period and you never wanted him too. 

You crawled out of bed and headed to the shower, hoping to get some pain relief before having to change the bed. You turned up the shower, feeling the hot water rain over your skin. It was heavenly. You cleaned everything but ended up spending an hour in the shower. 

When you finally came out, the whole room was full of steam. You cramps had finally died down. Some chocolate and a hot water bottle would make everything better. You exited the bathroom in your fluffy robe, enjoying the softness against your skin.

You stopped when you realised the bed had been stripped and replaced with fresh sheets. Putting on your slippers, you wandered the house trying to find the cleaning culprit. 

‘Harry?’ you spotted him in the kitchen, you eyes going wide. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have seen the blood stains. He just smiled at you, filling a mug with tea and handing it over to you.

‘Drink this,’ he said, ‘It’ll make you feel better.’ 

‘Why are you home? You are supposed to be working?’ you asked, Harry handed you the tea and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. 

‘I figured I could work from home very easily. Then I saw the bed,’

‘I’m so sorry Harry, you shouldn’t have seen that. I was going to sort it after the shower and-’ you stopped talking when Harry pressed his finger to your lips.

‘I don’t know why you are saying sorry to me. I should be the only apologizing. A year of us together and felt you’ve had to hide your period from me for so long?’

‘I wasn’t hiding it.’ you whispered against his finger, ‘I just didn’t want you to think I was gross.’ you shrugged. Harry walked you over to the settee, pushing you to sit down and walking back into the kitchen. He came back a moment later with a hot water bottle. 

‘It’s a natural thing. You shouldn’t hide it.’ he sat down and pulled you to lean against his chest, placing the water bottle across the bottom of your stomach. ‘The sheets are in the wash. Blood stains come out easily.’ he shrugged.

‘What around your work?’ you asked, moving your wet hair away from his suit jacket.