#OH YEAH LAST NIGHT I HAD A WEIRD DREAM THERE WAS A QUESTION OF IF I FEEL MORE OR LESS LIKE ME

[2btheanswertothequestion]

Eddie's porn stash is a pretty conventional one. An 'if you've seen one stash you've seen them all' type. It basically only consists of skin mags, some of them kinky but most of them vanilla. Normal stuff.

The oddest thing in it is a two-year-old calendar. You know those sexy firefighter calendars? Usually a charity thing? A hit with the housewife crowd? Yeah. Except this calendar decided to branch out and include a bunch of sexy men from a bunch of sexy professions.

So, in this thing, joining the sexy firefighter is a sexy doctor, a sexy construction worker, a sexy police officer (whose month Eddie tore out and burned because fuck cops but don't ever fuck cops), a sexy librarian, and so on. They're all really good-looking, but none of them hold a candle to the paramedic.

It's weird. Paramedics aren't normally part of the traditionally sexy professions. It's messy and sometimes tragic, but lacks the high-paying glamour that doctors and nurses enjoy. Eddie's had his fair share of fantasies, and none of them involved fucking a paramedic.

Until two years ago.

The guy in the calendar simply is that hot.

There's not even anything risqué about his picture. None of the pictures go beyond "this dude is chiseled and shirtless", because veering even slightly past the softest softcore territory would scare off the little housewives or something.

(Eddie is actually pretty fucking sure it'd increase the sales, but hey, what does he know.)

The point is, there's nothing that obscene about the pic. Just a guy kneeling in the back of an ambulance, first aid equipment scattered between his powerful thighs, shirt open to reveal his sculpted torso…

Dark hair spanning across his pecs, over his abs, vanishing down his tight tight tight pants. Hips canting upward, bringing attention to the size of his bulge beneath the zipper. Broad shoulders, ripped arms and large hands, veins protruding across the back. A pretty yet masculine face, with a strong jaw and a straight nose, full lips, a smattering of moles going down his biteable neck. Voluminous, golden brown hair swooped away from his twinkling eyes.

He's got this look in them, this slant to his mouth. Like he knows he's the hottest guy in the calendar.

The one month everyone will go crazy for.

Eddie has become intimately familiar with that look. No joke, in two years it's made him crack his marbles more than anyone else has done in his quarter-century lifetime. When all else fails, November-paramedic has his back. It's basically his longest relationship to date, which sounds a lot sadder out loud (and it sounded fucking sad inside his head, too).

You might wonder why any of that is relevant now, as he sits on the curb outside of The Behemoth with blood trickling from his temple, his band giving their statements to one cop while another hauls away the snarling douchebag that clipped him. How does it play a part in this god-awful night out, you ask?

Well.

"Sir?"

Eddie startles, too caught up in the thudding inside his head, made worse by the buzzing crowd, to notice the man approaching him. He looks up, his gaze gliding past uniformed legs, muscular forearms, a curved neck and honeyed eyes appraising Eddie, and oh.

Oh God.

Eddie's breath sticks in his chest and his tongue becomes a cognate to sandpaper, because it's the paramedic.

It's the paramedic. From the calendar.

He's hallucinating. He has to be. He collapsed on the sidewalk, and now he's having one last weird sex dream before his brain finishes seeping out and he fucking dies.

November-paramedic crouches in front of him. Eddie continues to gape like he's getting ready to catch the peanuts no one is tossing at him.

"My name is Steve. I'm with the ambulance," November-paramedic says. "What's your name?"

Eddie makes a noise incomprehensible to most Earth cultures before his brain registers the meaning of the question and stutters out the answer.

"I- Uh- E-Eddie. It's, it's Eddie."

November-paramedic – Steve – smiles kindly. Heat prickles across Eddie's cheeks and neck. It's not the same as the cocky, sexy smile he's got in the calendar, but still. He's smiling. At Eddie!

"Hi, Eddie." He nods toward Eddie's temple. "That's an impressive cut you got there. May I take a look at it?"

"Yeah? Yeah. Um, g-go ahead."

As Steve sets down his bag and rummages through it, Eddie scours his face to confirm that it really is the guy from the calendar. To his chagrin, it is. There's no mistaking it. Those eyes, like liquid gold. That jawline, a weapon in its own right. Those moles, applied so skillfully it must've been by an artist's hand. That hair, coming straight out of a commercial for luxury shampoo. It's lying flatter than in the calendar, either lacking product or having sweated it out, but it's still glorious.

Steve, having finished washing his hands, tugs on a pair of disposable gloves. The plastic snaps against his wrist, sending a shiver through Eddie. It centers between his legs. Shit, if he pops a boner now…

"I'm going to ask you some questions, okay?" Steve says while pressing a square piece of gauze against the cut. "Do you know what day it is?"

"Eh, Thursday?"

"Do you know where you are?"

"The Behemoth."

Steve nods and, with a lopsided smile, asks, "And are you a patron or did you and your head injury just wander onto the scene?"

Eddie laughs. Loud, merry, and verging on too long. It wasn't even that funny. Steve seems pleased his joke was a success, though. Unless his smile is the uncomfortable kind that one wears when faced with the unhinged. Eddie isn't sure how much blood he's lost.

"No, I, like, my band…" he says, stammering like talking isn't what he does best. Jesus Christ, it's just a hot guy! Eddie has made a fool of himself in front of those plenty of times – no need to get flustered about it. He clears his throat. "We had a gig and, after, at the bar, some guys got into a fight. Got ugly, so we tried to leave, but… alas!" He makes a dramatic sweep of his arm, nearly clocking Steve. Steve expertly ducks away without lessening the pressure on the wound. Eddie soldiers on, not daring to pause lest he lose his steam. Hopefully his burning face is enough of an apology. "Fucker wasn't even aiming for me. He missed his intended target and struck me instead."

"Right. Did you lose consciousness after he hit you?"

"Nope."

"Good. Did you drink tonight?"

"Half a beer, at most."

"Do-"

"Eddie!"

Gareth's nasally voice cuts off Steve's question. The next second, he's materialized beside them with a slightly alarmed expression. "Dude, are you…!"

He trails off, eyes growing into dinner plates. There isn't that much blood, is there?

Steve looks Gareth up and down, a crease between his brows. "Is this your friend?"

"My drummer. Gareth."

Eddie half-expects Steve to demand Gareth leaves so he can do his job in peace, but nope. That kind, calm smile is back. He even gives him one of those little upward-nods 'cool guys' like to do.

"What's up, Gareth? I'm Steve; I'm with the ambulance. Just making sure Eddie won't keel over later tonight."

"Uh huh…" Gareth kneels opposite Steve. He's smiling too, but his is shit eating. Eddie frowns in confusion, because what does Gareth have to be happy about? He was freaking out right after Eddie got hit, but now he's staring at Steve like-

Oh.

He's staring at Steve.

No. Noooooooooo! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh why, why has he kept his porn stash in a drawer without a lock all these years?! He can't recollect the reason Gareth opened that particular drawer on that particular day – all Eddie remembers is how Gareth, Jeff, and Marv snickered when he explained the inclusion of the calendar.

That was it, though. They moved on. Sure, there has been the occasional roasting after the fact, but it's not like he hasn't also mocked them for their weird shit. But that's not the point. The point is that Gareth is staring at Steve like he recognizes him.

Gareth's attention flicks toward Eddie. Eddie shakes his head as subtly yet pleadingly as he can. Gareth's grin gobbles down another turd. Eddie makes a valiant effort to explode Gareth's eyeballs with his mind.

"Say…" Gareth turns to Steve. "Have we met?"

"I don't think so. Eddie, do you have a headache?"

"Yeah, man," Eddie says, voice trembling. "Hurts like hell."

"I could've sworn I've seen your face before," Gareth says. "Like, I'm 100% sure."

"Are you dizzy or nauseous?" Steve asks, ignoring Gareth.

"Um, a little dizzy but no nausea?"

"Hmm, okay. Blurred vision or uneven numbness?"

"No."

Steve nods, glancing at his watch. Then, to Eddie’s dismay, he looks at Gareth. "I've never been to this bar before."

"Nono, not here. Somewhere else…"

Steve's lips purse and his brows knit into the most adorable thinking-face Eddie has ever seen. His heart skips a beat, then skips two more as Steve's free hand gently cups Eddie's cheek. The skin catches fire where Steve's gloved fingertips touch it.

"Let me have a look at your pupils…" Steve says, guiding Eddie's face and, holy shit, leaning in close for a better look.

Eddie gulps, half his blood rushing up and the other half down; he squeezes his legs together to prevent the little guy from saying 'hello' to everyone present. His eyes rove over Steve's face. His lips are chapped and the skin on his nose is dry. The nose itself is somewhat crooked. Did he get into a fight between the calendar photoshoot and now, or did they make the nose straighter for the photo? Why would anyone think it necessary to edit a face like this one? Even with its imperfections mere inches away, it's still the handsomest Eddie has seen.

Steve hums. It's a perfectly preserved vinyl. It's a metal festival. It's Eddie's new favorite song.

"Same size but pretty dilated… Keep your eyes open, please." He shines a tiny flashlight into Eddie's eyes before nodding, satisfied. "All right, looks good."

He leans back out of Eddie's space, returning Eddie's ability to breathe, and removes the gauze. His smile tells Eddie that the bleeding has stopped. As great as it is that he won't hemorrhage to death, it also means their encounter is approaching its end.

"You might've seen me at the university campus?" Steve says, fiddling with some plasters; it takes Eddie's horny brain five full seconds to deduce he's talking to Gareth again.

"No-" Gareth freezes, mouth hanging open. His smugness has evaporated. "Actually, I might have? You're a student?"

Steve chuckles as he patches the last of Eddie's cut. "No, but my friends are. None of them own a car, so I end up driving them everywhere. Right, Eddie, I think you're good to recover at home. Unless you feel like you should head to the hospital?"

Great question! Does he? On the one hand: riding in the ambulance with Steve, ensuring a few additional minutes of his lustrous eyes and smooth voice.

On the other hand: hospital bills.

"… no."

"Okay. Do you have anyone who can keep an eye on you?"

Eddie shakes his head. "I live alone."

"Then maybe Gareth could hang around for the next 48 hours?"

"Sure can," Gareth says without hesitating. Eddie's heart swells with affection for him, despite his (failed! Hah!) plot to mortify Eddie to death.

Steve is already packing his medical bag.

"I want you to rest and avoid stressful situations," he tells Eddie. "No alcohol, no recreational drugs, no driving, and no working until you feel completely recovered. You may take tylenol, but not aspirin or ibuprofen. And if your symptoms worsen or you develop new ones – seek medical attention. Got it?"

The last part is sterner, reminding Eddie of every male authority figure he's strived to disobey during his teenage years. He has no such desire this time.

"Got it."

Steve raises his eyebrows as if to say 'have you really?', and Eddie has to wonder if it's he who seems contrariant and/or stupid enough to ignore the medic or if this is something Steve does with every patient. If it's the former, he mustn't seem that contrariant, because Steve's features soften into trust. He stands, brushing dust off his knees.

"Great. You boys take care now. Have a nice night."

"Yeah, you too, man," Eddie calls after him weakly as he retreats to the blinking ambulance. "Thanks…"

He keeps his gaze on the broad expanse of Steve's back, soaking in the rippling of his muscles as he walks and, oh would you look at that, his ass is as nice as the rest of him. Eddie's been wondering for two years now…

"Dude!"

Eddie jerks toward Gareth. Did he say that out loud? Did he drool? Is his boner showing? But no, Gareth isn't disgusted or disturbed – he's excited.

Shit.

He'll never hear the end of this.

"Don't!" he hisses.

Gareth just laughs, eyes twinkling.

"That was-"

"Don't!"

"I can't believe it!"

"Gareth-"

"You are so red right now!"

"For Jesus fucking Christ's fucking sake-"

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Dedicated to @rougenancy for always listening to and encouraging my various thoughts, opinions, and ideas (they are constant).

Part 2

AO3

#me combining paramedic!steve with model!steve? it's more likely than you think #no need to tell me i'm a genius – i already know it #steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #gareth stranger things #it's not important but i named the third guy 'marvin' #because i think he looks like one #this is part one out of [undecided] #i'll be winging it in the middle so that'll be fun #my writing #steddie fic: november paramedic

[sugawarassoulmate]

someone else tries to get with them

feat: bully!osamu, best friend!iwa, and rich bf!sakusa inspired by

part 2

cw: fem!reader

bully!osamu

you wanted to be anywhere but here right now, listening to this girl act as if she was your friend. you'd much rather be home, or at work, or at the library—quite literally anywhere but in front of this person you barely knew.

"i just think that osamu is a bit more extroverted and you might be too shy for him!" she said in a shrill, condescending voice. "he's always going to all these parties and i always see him talking to people...maybe he should date someone that's a more like him, you know?"

she must not know osamu all that well. he only goes to those parties because his brother or one of his friends drags him there and he spends the entire night blowing up your phone. as for talking to people, osamu can barely remember the name of his own lab partner, so it wouldn't surprise you if he got into meaningless conversations with people just to pass the time.

but on the surface, it looks as if one of the most popular guys on campus decided to date his weird, quiet childhood best friend and some people appeared to have a problem with that.

you tried to walk away from the conversation but the girl was persistent, not letting you leave until you vowed to leave osamu alone.

"don't you think it's selfish to stay with him when the two of you are so different?"

before you could respond—what you were going to say, you still had no idea—you were yanked into a solid figure, one you immediately recognized as your boyfriend already huffing in annoyance.

"been lookin' everywhere fer ya, jesus christ," he chastises, planting a quick kiss on the side of your head. "c'mon, let's go home—"

"samu! hiiii, i was actually just talking about y—"

osamu doesn't pay the girl any mind, rolling his eyes as he continues talking to you. "who the fuck is that? this is why i can't leave ya alone, babe. yer always talkin' to weirdos, let's go."

osamu pulls you away to talk about plans for dinner, leaving the strange girl dumbfounded by what she just witnessed.

best friend!iwa

"do you know if iwaizumi is seeing anyone?" the girl asked as she approached you on campus. it wasn't uncommon for random girls to come out of the woodwork to ask you about your best friend—he's a sweet, respectful, incredibly handsome man.

most of these girls figured that if they could get on your sweet side, they could get closer to their dream man. little did they know you were judging them every second they spoke to you.

when was the last time she even bothered washing her hair? or ew, her voice is annoying, haji would hate that. you let them get through their whole spiel, how they've liked iwa for ages but didn't know how to approach him and how they have a whole date planned, only for you to throw down the proverbial hammer.

"i'm sorry, haji isn't actually interested in dating anyone right now. he's really focused on his studies," you said confidently, watching the light in their eyes die.

"oh, but—"

"yeah, i would really give up if i were you," you shrugged, walking away before she could get another word in.

if anything, you were doing iwa a favor. there was no way he'd be interested in a girl like that. besides, if he got into a relationship now, he'd be too distracted to spend time with you.

"who were you talking you?" iwaizumi asks a bit later, noticing the weird interaction you had with a girl he didn't recognize.

"ugh, just another bimbo asking me about oikawa again," you lied so easily, throwing your legs over iwaizumi's lap as the two of you sat in the campus lounge. "you'd think they'd give it a break already."

iwaizumi doesn't question it. why would he? as far as he knew, you had nothing to gain by lying to him.

rich bf!sakusa

sakusa told you he had to take an important phone call and stepped away, leaving you in the shop. though, you weren't left alone for long. a few moments later you could hear incessant giggling behind you and after a while, you got the feeling it was about you.

turning around, you see a face that you're sure you've seen before but couldn't exactly place where. she must have known you, though, as she had no issue judging you with her eyes. "so kiyoomi does leave his little pet unattended. it's hard to recognize you when you're not in his shadow."

she was flanked on either side by one of her equally pompous, identical-looking friends, who both laughed at her cruel joke.

"excuse me?" fully turning around, you finally got a good look at the woman and realized that she was the daughter of a colleague that sakusa's father knew. you vaguely remembered your boyfriend complaining about having to entertain his father's guests during a boring gala a few weeks ago.

it wasn't uncommon for women to flaunt themselves at sakusa. he was the son of a prominent ceo, the heir to a successful company, and is absolutely breathtaking when he bothers to put his face mask down.

"it's just cute that kiyoomi still bothers to keep you around but he's always loved doing charity work." you weren't sure what was worse, her pathetic attempts to get a rise out of you or the shrill laughter of her air-headed friends. "our fathers are very close so don't be surprised when i'm the one on his arm whenever he gets tired of you."

"i'll be sure to remember that," you shrug your shoulders, turning your attention back to the rack of stupid clothes sakusa wanted you to try on. another day, another stupid business dinner with more spoiled brats of his father's stupid colleagues.

you tried to ignore the constant snicker, how they loudly wondered if you could even afford the clothes you were looking at—of course, you couldn't but sakusa loved to spoil you despite your attempts to dissuade him.

the teasing gets the better of you and you're about to snap back at them when the noises finally stop. you weren't sure when sakusa walked back into the store but he's by your side, staring daggers at the girl and her clique.

"and you shouldn't be surprised if my father never does business with yours again," he says curtly. his features soften the second he locks eyes with you. "here, babe. this gown will look perfect on you. go try it on for me."

the other girl tries to get a word in but she's stopped dead in her tracks by sakusa's harsh gaze returning to her. "you can go. i don't associate with trash."

the trio of mean girls drop the pieces they were looking at and scurry out of the store before they could embarrass themselves yet again. "do we still have to do this dumb business dinner?"

sakusa snorts, pushing you towards the dressing room. "of course, love, don't be foolish. you're going to be the most beautiful woman there.”

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #osamu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu headcanons #🥀 #🥀osamu #🥀iwaizumi #🥀sakusa #bully!osamu #best friend!iwaizumi #rich bf!sakusa

[haileybeehappy]

Movie Nights

Summary : Movie night with your best friend turns when your long time crush, and her brother, invites you to watch the titanic with him instead of the horror movie she is forcing you to watch. Gets steamier than the car scene.

Warnings : there's a lot in this one. Oral, both female and male receiving. she grinds on his abs, because, a girl can dream. dom harry. spanking. pussy slapping, choking, slapping, calling him sir. Oh and daddy. p in v sex. protected. ummm.

Word Count : 5.3k (longest fic I have ever written I'm pretty sure)

Authors note : unedited, wrote it out while my best friend packed. took fucking hours 😂

You and your childhood best friend sat on her basement couch watching horror movies with your hands alternating in the popcorn bucket. You had just gotten home from college a few days before and had your first sleepover on the first weekend that the two of you were both back in town. A short standing tradition after the last three years of school.

“What are we watching?�� You whine as you hide behind your hands. Peeking at the screen between the slits of your fingers.

“A shitty horror movie with a shitty budget and shitty actors,” she laughs as she continues to munch at the popcorn. You might as well be shaking from fear.

“I hate this! Why can’t we just watch the princess bride? Or ten things I hate about you?” You ask as you stuff a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

“Because those are shitty cheesy movies. You always fall asleep anyways so,” she shrugs her eyes not leaving the screen. The movie continues as you watch through your hands. Peeking occasionally to see someone being murdered or tortured. You didn’t mind the ghost movies or the monster horror but the guts and gore really got to you.

“Whatcha watchin?” Is whispered into your ear, your whole body tending and jumping clear off the cushion.

“Oh fuck Harry!” Gem screams as she throws a piece of popcorn at him. He skillfully catches it in him mouth and smiles.

“You guys make it to easy,” he laughs as he makes his way to the refrigerator in the kitchenette of the basement.

“You’re an ass,” you throw at him before turning back to the tv and placing your slotted fingers over your eyes.

“Why do you watch these if you don’t even watch them?” He questions you. His body gliding over back to the couch. His forearms resting on the back of the couch. His body so close to you that you can feel his body heat.

“Cause your sisters mean and won’t let me watch the notebook?” You state, more so a question.

“Why not? She makes me watch it all the time?” He scoffs. Gem looks at him with pursed lips and sunken eyebrows.

“Whatever Harry, you always pick that movie. I have nothing to do with it,” his face reddens slightly and he coughs.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go upstairs and watch the titanic. Your ears perk up as you hear him say that.

“Really?” You ask all too quickly.

“I even popped more popcorn,” he smiles down at you. You look to Gemma and she shrugs.

“You can go watch cheesy romance movies but I’m gonna watch real movies down here,” she smile. She’s always known of the attraction you have to her brother but neither of you say anything.

“You sure?” She asks. As if asking permission.

“All you’re doing down here is complaining anyways,” she jokes. You nod and then proceed to follow Harry up the stairs. His cologne filling your nose as you trail behind him. You breathe in his smell before realizing that’s definitely a little weird. You plop yourself down on the couch in your designated spot and he begins to dig through the cupboards that holds their DVD’s.

“DVD?” You ask.

“Yeah, of course,” he scoffs jokingly. Then in a much more serious time. “We gotta watch all the specials and extras too,” a smile stretches across your lips and you grab at the very large bowl of popcorn in front of you.

“Oh of course what was I thinking,” you laugh and shove a handful into your mouth. His head snaps at you as he hears the crunch of air puffed corn.

“Hey!” He whines. “Don’t eat all of it before the movie starts. Or you’re making more,” his eyebrow raised daringly.

“Fine. Whatever,” you plop the bowl into the coffee table. Your mouth still full of popcorn. Very buttery perfectly cooked popcorn. Harry has always had a knack for movie snacks. He finally finds the DVD and raises from his hunched position and inserts it into the DVD player. Snatching the remote from next to the tv and eventually finding the spot next to you on the sofa a comfortable place to be. He is close enough that he can reach the popcorn which he has now placed in between the two of you but far enough it’s not weird.

As the movie starts you can't seem to pay attention to the people on the screen. Mostly focused on the feeling of your lifelong crush sitting next to you. The body heat radiating off of him is all you can feel. You keep fidgeting around and moving around trying to get comfortable. His hand then finds its place on your knee.

"Would you stop moving so much," he whispers. His hand not moving from your leg as his attention moves back to the movie. His hand so warm it feels like it is burning a hole through your leggings. His thumb slowly moving back and forth the black fabric. You find your eyes drifting away from the tv and looking to Harry. A small smile resting on his lips as he watches the movie. Reaching over you grab a small handful of popcorn, his eyes darting to you and his mouth opens wide. You let out a small laugh and bring a few pieces of popcorn to his mouth. He smiles widely at you then crunches the popcorn between his teeth. You force your eyes back to the screen but keep looking to Harry in your peripheral. His hand still resting on your thigh.

He readjusts himself scootching slightly closer to you, his hand falling further up your thigh, a small gasp leaves your lips.

"Sorry," he whispers, sliding it back to the place before. You wrap your fingers around his moving it back up your thigh.

"It's okay,"

"You sure?" His head turning to look at you. You nod.

"I trust you," his face close to yours. If you both leaned forward just a bit his nose would bump yours.

"Probably a bad idea." his voice barely audible.

"You've never given me a reason not to," you drift closer to him slightly. Just as he began to lean forward Gem comes bursting through the door.

"James is here, we're going to go to a party at Wills do you wanna come?" she asks walking into the room. Her eyes on her phone. You jump back from Harry and look to your friend, heart in your throat.

"No I'm not feeling particularly partyish," you shrug. She looks between you and Harry, a small smile playing at her lips.

"You want me to take you home?" Her eyes mischievously looking to her brother.

"I can take her after the movie is over," his hand still resting on your thigh he begins to move his thumb back and forth again.

"You okay with that?" she asks looking back to you. You just nod. "Okay well than I'm out of here," she looks back to her phone and walks to the door. Your phone buzzes and quickly you glance at the screen. Wrap it before you tap it babe XD is the text notification you get from Gemma. You quickly turn your phone over, harry looking back to the TV screen as Gemma leaves. His hand raises holding the remote and pauses the tv.

"I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll be right back," you nod as he stands up. His frame towering over you. You look up to him, his waist at your eye level. As he brushes by you, he looks down to you. Stopping when he is right and front of you. Grasping your chin in his fingers as you look up to him. "Don't go anywhere," he says with a smile. You bite into your bottom lip.

"I wasn't planning on it," you say through a smile.

"Good," he lets go of your chin and makes his way to the bathroom. You take in a big breath and sigh out. Dropping your head to rest on the couch. You move the popcorn bowl to the table. Grabbing your phone you respond to Gemma. Shut up! Be safe, I love you <3. As she responds Harry comes back into the room, you drop your phone into your lap as he plops back beside you. Now close enough that his leg slots itself under your crisscrossed legs. His hand finds residency back on your thigh as he presses play on the movie.

"I'm thirsty," you complain. He slowly turns his head to you looking over your face. He pauses the movie again.

"What do you want?" He asks moving to get up.

"I can get it," you lift yourself from the couch shuffling to the kitchen. You grab yourself a glass, and when you turn to see if Harry wants anything. You yelp when you come face to face with him. "Holy shit you scared me," you laugh out. He smiles down at you.

"Sorry, didn't mean to," His hands find your waist. Your breath catching in your throat. "Didn't want you to get lonely," you can't help the smile that is plastered across your face. You just walk out of his grip and to the fridge.

"I think I would have been okay," You grab the pitcher of lemonade that they have just for you and pour yourself a glass. Harry lets out a sigh.

"You're probably right," as you turn back around, closing the door with your hip. He plucks the glass out of your hands and takes a sip. You gasp in fake annoyance.

"Hey! That's mine!" You push at him as he then sets the glass on the counter. Placing his hand on top of yours as you push against him. Your fingers encased by his. His other hand finds your waist and pulls you to him, your body colliding with his. He releases his hold of your hand on his chest and wraps you completely in his embrace. Usure of what to with your hands you bring your other hand up to rest on his chest. "You're mean," you joke. The smile on his face grows.

"I was thirsty," he shrugs. You just roll your eyes, dropping your head down. Looking down to where your hands rest on his chest. His hand grasps your jaw pulling you to look at him. "Don't you roll your eyes at me," he says jokingly, with some weight behind his words.

"What are you going to do about it?" you ask breathily. His hold on your jaw tightening.

"Don't tempt me," he says, your name escaping his mouth.

"I'm not doing anything," his eyes drop to your lips, then back to your own eyes. You nod, giving him permission. He dips, his nose bumping yours in a playful way. You close your eyes waiting for his lips to press against yours. You open your eyes, and he is just starring at you. When his green irises meet yours, he moves his thumb back and forth against the skin of your chin.

"You're so beautiful," He whispers before he collides with you. His warm lips enveloping yours. Your hands move to grasp at the back of his neck. The hold he has on your hips tightening, he pulls you to him. You deepen the kiss, tasting the Lemonade on his lips. He opens his mouth pressing his tongue against the seam of your lips, and accept him, exploring each other his hands drift from your waist to your ass. As you gasp you can feel him smile into your mouth. You pull back and gasp in a breath.

"You okay?" he asks. You nod at him, lips pulled into your mouth. "You wanna go back to the movie?" you shrug. "Or we can go to my room?" you shrug again. "It doesn't have to go further than this?" he offers up again. You pause for a moment before nodding your head. He fights a smile and turns to grab your drink, his hand holding yours in the other. He quickly leans down to grab the remote and clicks off the TV. Before he can pull you upstairs to his room you grab your phone off the couch. You trail behind him, eyes locked on your entwined hands. Trailing up the tattoos on his arms, you cross the threshold into his room. He closes the door behind you and places the glass of lemonade on his side table before sitting down on the edge of the bed. You slot yourself between his legs and drop your hands onto his shoulder. His eyes wide as he looks up to you. His hands sliding from their resting place on your hips and down to the backs of your knees. Pulling you close to him so that he can slide you onto his lap. As your body is jerked into his hold you let out a whine.

"I won't drop you," he jokes as you finally find yourself sitting in his lap. Knees on either side of his waist, feet under your bottom. Arms wrapped around his neck as his are clasped behind your back holding you in place. You lean down and press a chaste kiss on his lips. He pushes you back into him as you try to pull away. You laugh as he begins to place kisses on your jaw, slowly trailing down your neck. Not venturing down further than your collar bones. You lean your head back to give him access to more skin. The light scruff tickles as he pressed light kisses along the tendons poking behind your skin. Finding a soft spot that elicits a gasp from you. Your hands tangle into his hair as his teeth scrape against the lilac mark that now stains your skin. The pull at the base of his neck tilting his head up and you capture his lips in yours once again. As his tongue delves into your mouth his hands find your ass. Fingers kneading into your skin, Fingernails scraping at your fabric covered skin. As you nip at his lip he pulls back.

"Are you okay? With all this?" he asks emphasis on the last few words with a squeeze of your ass. You nod in approval. "Words," he speaks your name.

"Yes, I am very okay with it," you twist his hair in your fingers.

"And going further?" you nod. He gives you a pointed look.

"Yes,"

"How much further?" you answer with a shrug. He gives your ass a sharp slap. "Words, was that, okay?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, and I mean, whatever happens, happens," you shrug with one shoulder. "I'll let you know if I want to slow down or stop," he nods and drops his back onto the mattress. Your form following his as he presses a kiss into your lips. Another smack is laid on your ass and he quickly spins you around so that you are under him. Your legs unfold from under you, the weight of his body on yours a comforting feeling. Your legs wrapping across his back. Pulling him down closer to you, his clothed cock rubbing across your core. A small growl vibrates within is throat as he grinds down into you.

You disconnect from him and begin kissing down his chin, down his neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. He finds solace in the crease of your neck, face buried in your hair. He breathes deeply as you pull at his hair, your hands venture down from his hair. Running over his neck, down his chest. Ghosting over his abdomen and slipping up under his shirt. Rubbing your fingers sternly over the bones protruding from his hips. Hands skimming over the fern tattoos that you know adorn themselves on his skin. He lets out a shaky breath as your hands continue to explore his body. Your head now dropped onto the mattress, eyes closed and breath shallow.

"Fuck you feel so good against me," he whines into your ear. Pressing himself harder into your center. You let out a wispy moan. He leans up, scootching himself off the floor and stands. Looking down to you, you sit up slowly and snake your hands back under his shirt.

"I wanna see your tattoos," you pout, pulling at the black fabric of his shirt. He smirks and pulls the shirt over his head. Revealing his ink-stained torso. Your hands lay flat against the ferns that poke out from his jeans; The waistband pulled down slightly. His light happy trail thickening as is dives below his waist. Slowly skimming your hands up to the butterfly under his pecks your fingers tracing the lines of the wings, then up the center. continuing with one finger you trace it up the center of his chest and bring your other hand back up. You rub your thumbs over the birds on his chest before slipping the pads of your fingers up and down his collar bones. You look back to his face, his eyes already watching you intently. His hands encapsulate your face, leaning down he places a kiss on your nose. You scrunch it as he pulls away.

"I wanna see you too," his voice husky. You move to take off your shirt, but his hands quickly cover yours and grasp your shirt. Slowly pulling it off your body. As the fabric moves over your face you close your eyes, as he drops the shirt to the ground, he leans back down over you. Your eyes still closed he drops to his knees. He begins placing kisses on your neck, your head falling back. "So fucking beautiful," he whispers as his bottom lip skims across the tops of your breasts. His hands running up your legs, fingers splayed as he travels up. Lightly running them up your sides and waist. Finally grasping at your bra covered chest. The sudden pressure causing you to let out a moan.

"Harry please," you whine out.

"Please what baby?" he asks, pressing soft kisses against your hot skin.

"I don't know I just want to feel you," his hand runs along the band of your bra until he finds the clasp in the back. "Yes, please," you say before he can ask for permission. He smiles against your skin, quickly unclasping the lace clad bra. It falls off your form, he pulls it from your body and adds it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His mouth covers your exposed flesh. Tongue circling your peaked nipple while his hand comes to play with your neglected breast. Kneading at your skin, You lean yourself down to him.

"So fucking needy," he says before he reattaches to the opposite breast. Your now wet exposed skin tingling in the cold air. Little gasps and whines leaving your mouth as he continues to suck at your skin.

"Only for you," you breathe out. He growls as his teeth nip at you. You let out a squeak and jolt back. He pushes against you, having you lay back flat. Mouth finding your neck, adorning you with more marks. His hand drift to the waist of your leggings and he slips just the tips of his fingers into the fabric. Rubbing his hands back and forth, you twitch up into his touch. "You can take them off," you tell him. He sighs into you. Hands bunching the fabric, coming back to a full standing position as he pulls the black fabric fully from your legs. He then drops down to his knees. Fingers skimming down from your ankles, up your calves. Resting at the inter seam of your knee. Holding onto the flesh of your legs as he looks to you. Your hair splayed on the cream sheets behind you.

"Touch me please," you beg. He runs his finger pads along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You grasp at his hair as he begins to place kisses along the edges of your underwear. "Harry please," you whine, lifting your hips from the bed. He responds with a slap to your thigh.

"Let me explore," he nips at the skin of your thigh. You instinctively try to close your legs. He then takes both hands, wrapping them around the back of your thighs and holding you open. You let out a huff as he begins placing soft kisses along your clothes seam. Almost light enough you can't feel him. "Already so wet," he groans out, as if he is speaking to himself. He then licks a flat stripe against you, not quite enough to touch your depraved clit. You moan out, gripping his hair tighter. Pushing his face to you, his nose bumps your clit, and your hips try to push up to grind into him, but he stops you with the grip he has on your hips. He pulls back and slaps against your pussy, which rips a wail from your throat.

"Fuck Harry please,"

"Stop being a needy little whore and let me have fun," he then hooks his fingers into the gusset of your underwear and all but rips them off your body. He dives back into your cunt. Fingers playing at your entrance as he instantly attaches his mouth to your clit. You writhe off the bed.

"Harry, yes, oh my god," you yell out. His smile breaking the suction he had. "Please don't stop, please, please," You pull tightly at his hair. His fingers finally slip knuckle deep into you. Exploring, searching for that spongy spot inside you. Moans and obscenities falling from your mouth. As he finally presses his fingers to the spot deep inside of you drop your head into the mattress and your legs drop to the sides. Arching up off the bed, he continues pumping his finger in and out of you. Mouth still attached to your clit; you can feel yourself approach your climax faster than ever before.

"Fuck Harry please I'm so close," pushing yourself against his face.

"Come for me baby," he says before quickly attaching himself to you. Teeth grazing your clit causing stars to burst behind your eyes. Your fingers and toes curling and clenching so hard it almost hurts. Broken words fall from your mouth as you whimper and moan. Pleasure coursing through your veins, your heart beating a million miles an hour. "Such a good girl," Harry groans as he begins placing kisses on your trembling thighs. You roll your head to the side as he guides himself onto the bed. Pulling you to his chest as you come down from your high. His hand running up and down your back, murmuring into your ear.

"You did such a good job baby," he presses a kiss into your hair. You open your eyes and look to him.

"Thank you," you smile at him. Which causes him to chuckle.

"You're welcome, I've been dying to do that for years," He then pulls you in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, he pulls your bottom lip in between his teeth as he pulls away.

"Years huh?" you ask.

"Years," he confirms before kissing you again. You just smile into his lips.

"Damn," you mumble against him. He looks at you with slight concern. "You're saying I could've had mind blowing orgasms for years but we were too chicken?" he breaks out in laughter.

"I guess so," once your head is finally clear you look down at your tangled bodies. His pants have been undone; zipper flayed open. Exposing is Calvin Clein briefs that clothe a still very hard member. The outline of the head of his cock pressing against the fabric. You run your finger along rim of his cock, and he lets out a broken sigh.

"It was starting to hurt," he breathes out. Eyes watching your hands intently.

"Aww baby," You condescend as you then palm down the length of him.

"You fuckin, ooh," he trails off into a moan.

"Can I kiss it better?" you ask as you slowly glide down his body. He nods in confirmation.

"Fucking please," he groans, his dick pushing up against your hands.

"I can't wait to taste you," you say as you are eye level with his clothed cock. Pulling at his jeans and underwear. His hips lift from the bed so you can gain access to his untouched skin. His dick springs out slapping against his stomach. He lets out a hiss as your hand wraps around his base. Lifting his dick to your lips, you place an opened mouth kiss against the tip of his cock. Tongue poking out to taste him. A hum like moan leaves his mouth at the contact.

"Holy fuck you feel so good already," his hips jerk up. You then take all of his head into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around him. Slowly taking a little more at a time, bobbing up and down slightly. Wetting his cock slowly. His grasp finds home in your hair pulling at your roots. You moan at the pleasurable burn that sends tingles through your body. The vibrations on his cock causing him to thrust up into your mouth. "Fuck, sorry, sorry," He groans as you pull off of him.

"It's okay," you gasp. Before diving back in and taking him as far back as you can.

"Fucking shit you're perfect," he groans. Eyes screwing shut and his head dropping onto his pillows. His hand stays at the back of your head as you bob up and down on his dick. Taking what you can't fit down your throat in your hands. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, your mouth salivating, ready to taste him explode across your taste buds. Before he finishes, he pulls you off him and lets out a shaky breath. "I wanna feel you," his dick twitches in your grasp. "If that's okay with you?" you nod.

"Yeah, yes, please," He pulls at your hair, you climb back up onto him. Your exposed core sitting on his abdomen. Connecting at the lips again. His hands gripping your hips slowly guiding you to grind against his abs. You whimper into the kiss, his fingers digging deep enough to bruise in the morning. You can feel your orgasm building as you rub yourself on him. His skin becoming wet with your slick. He pulls back from your lips.

"You getting close?" you let out a whimper as you nod. "Come on baby, you can do it. Cum on my tummy baby," he coaxes you as you grind down harder onto him. He lets go of your waist with one hand and slaps your ass. The sting pushing you over the edge. Legs clenching around his abdomen, shaking and whining. His eyes glued to your face, that's twisted and clenched in pleasure. "Good girl, such a good fuckin girl," he growls as you finish for the second time. Your hands find rest on his chest as you collapse into his arms.

"Fuck Harry you're gonna kill me," you sigh as you nuzzle into his neck. He chuckles. Hands kneading your ass.

"At least you'll die satisfied," you place a kiss against his neck.

"Can I satisfy you now?" you joke.

"Of course," he laughs. Turning over so you are under him he hops off the bed. Quickly shedding himself of his pants he turns and begins digging in his dresser. He comes back to the bed. A small foil packet in his hand. He tosses it on the bed beside you. You stand up on your knees and waddle to the edge of the bed. He pulls you into a deep kiss. Hands on either side of your face. You sigh out into him. As he pulls away his thumb runs across your bottom lip.

"You sure? We don't have to if you don't want to," his thumb resting on your lip. You lean down and press a kiss against it.

"I am beyond sure," you smile at him.

"Thank fuck," he wraps his arms around your thighs and picks you up. tossing you back onto the bed. You land with a laugh. Be stays standing looking down on you, lustful look on his face.

"Are you going to fuck me or just look at me?" he smirks and grabs the condom. Ripping open the wrapping and rolling it onto himself without taking his eyes off of you. You look back and forth between his face and his dick. Mouth practically watering at the sight of him. He guides himself over you. Slowly crawling onto you. As he comes face to face with you, he pecks your lips.

"I want your eyes on mine okay?" he questions you.

"Yes sir," you slip. Eyes widening slightly. He smirks at the comment. He moans as his tip teases your entrance. You lift your hips causing his head to slip inside of you. Both of you gasping at the feeling. His hand then comes around your throat. Squeezing slightly at the sides, asking permission. You nod.

"So fucking needy," he groans as he then sheaths himself fully inside of you. He stays buried inside you unmoving. The moan that leaves your body is unlike any noise you've made before. The sheer fullness of him causing your body to vibrate. "Such a tight little cunt," His eyes still locked on yours. "My tight little cunt huh?" you release a little moan. His hand releasing your throat and tapping at the side of your face. "Words baby," he commands.

"Yes Harry, all yours," he then lighly smacks your face.

"Uh uh, that's not my name," His pupils blown with lust. You moan out to him.

"Sir," you whine out. He begins to slowly pull out. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir," barely escapes your mouth as he fully thrusts back into you.

"Fuck," he drowns out. Slowly dragging himself across your walls. As he slowly fucks you, your moans grow. His tip bouncing off your cervix in the most deliciously painful way. "Fuckin good girl taking Daddys cock all the way," he groans.

"Like it was made for me," you sigh.

"Just for you baby, only yours," you clench around him. His breath faltering. "You keep doing that I'll fucking come," he scolds. His hand snaking in between your conjoined bodies and finding your clit. As he draws slow circles over the bundle of nerves you gasp. The two prior orgasms making you overly sensitive.

"Oh Daddy please don't stop,"

"Come on baby, come for me, come with me," he whimpers. You can feel him twitching inside of you, on the edge. As his thrusts become sloppy you feel your orgasm teetering on the edge.

"I'm gonna come, Daddy, fuck," His eyes not leaving yours.

"Eyes on me, wanna watch you come," you moan out as he thrusts harder. Your vision cloudy with tears as your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes closing as you hit your peak. His hand making harsh contact with your cheek.

"Eyes on me," he releases a frustrated groan. You open your eyes to look at him. His eyes an even darker green than usual. His pupils dilate erasing almost all the color from his irises as he releases into the condom buried balls deep inside you. Gasped breaths escaping his mouth as he struggles to curse out. He collapses onto you. slipping beside you and nuzzling into your neck. You move to wrap your arms around him as his clasp your waist.

You lay together for quite some time before he lifts himself to kiss you. Slow lazy kisses, capturing each other's breaths. As he pulls away and looks back into your eyes, you speak.

"That was pretty good," you shrug. His mouth falls open with offence.

"Pretty good?" he scoffs. "Don't make me fuck you till you can't walk pretty girl. I will fucking destroy you," Before you get a chance to answer he captures your lips in his. You push him off you.

"So sensetive," You laugh, pulling him back in for a kiss. Both of you fighting smiles.

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[mypoisonedvine]

NEED to read zemo/bucky/reader and I feel like you would nail it!!!! maybe with 98?? LOVE YOU J.D!!!!!!!!

oh my god I haven't written a threesome in SO LONG and of course this turned into a whole oneshot UGH. oops

98: "what happens next in your fantasy?"

warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!!!), threesome, oral m and f receiving, spitroast, overstimulation, hair pulling, slapping, degradation and praise, brief mention of smoking?, basically just nastiness with almost no plot at all!!

word count: 4.4k

100 random prompts - send me a number and a character!

"I shouldn't have said anything, okay?" you whined, hoping he'd drop the subject-- and Zemo walked in right then, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to change the topic.

"What shouldn't you have said?" Zemo pressed, and you sighed.

"It's-- it's nothing," you shook your head, "I just had a really weird dream last night."

"About?"

You wanted to end it there, but Bucky had to chime in, of course. "Let's just say, this dusty old apartment was getting to see some action for the first time in a few decades," he informed Zemo proudly, who smiled knowingly and continued his walk to the kitchen.

"Ah," Zemo nodded, "I see."

"I swear, I've never had a dream about you like that before," you explained to Bucky.

"I wouldn't take it too personally, James," Zemo suggested as he poured himself some tea. "The subconscious is a completely unpredictable place. We can dream about almost anything, whether or not we desire it in waking life."

"Well, see, that's the weird part," you admitted, shifting nervously in the chair as Bucky stared at you. "You were there, too."

That took his attention away from the tea, certainly; he set down the kettle and came back into the sitting area, leaving his cup behind. "Still, many people believe dreams have meaning... I happen to be one of those people," he added.

"You didn't mention that before," Bucky frowned at you.

"Well, I was going to..."

"I was there, doing what?" Zemo pressed.

"Sitting in the corner reading Machiavelli," you joked. "No, you were, you know... part of it..."

"How was it?" Zemo asked instantly, getting yours and Bucky's eyes on him then.

"Huh?"

"In the dream, having both of us," he clarified, "did you enjoy the experience?"

"U-um, I mean, I don't really remember..." you coughed.

"I don't think that's true," Zemo grinned. "You're wearing it on your face now— is that why you couldn't look at me this morning in the hallway?"

Your face got warmer. "Do I normally look at you?" you deflected.

"More than you realize," he answered cryptically.

"So, it was good," Bucky assumed. "It's obvious, you can just admit it."

You did hesitate, biting on one of your nails, but you nodded, and they both smiled. "Yeah, it was... it was really good..."

"Which one of us was better?" Bucky wondered. "It was me, right?"

"You were... I don't know, you were just different," you shrugged.

"Ugh, that's such a cop-out," Bucky rolled his eyes. "Don't be afraid to hurt his feelings."

"No, really— it's hard to compare," you insisted. "You were sort of, you know, sensitive and... patient, and you—" you looked at Zemo— "were kind of... intense."

Zemo smirked. "I've been told that before, actually. I mean, by people who got the real experience."

Bucky looked with a concerned expression over his shoulder at Zemo. You found yourself biting your lip for a moment.

"I know you won't answer this question, but I have to ask," Zemo began, "did you climax?"

"Oh god," you whined, hiding your face behind your hands.

"See? She did," Zemo smiled, maybe wider than you'd ever seen. "Perhaps even more than once."

"Please shut up," you groaned.

"Holy shit," Bucky smirked, "you really liked it, huh?

"What do you say, James?" Zemo prompted, looking at Bucky, and making you get a little wide-eyed. "Shouldn't we give the girl what she wants?

"Isn't that, uh— I mean, wouldn't that be... weird?" Bucky stammered, cheeks flushing.

"You're so sheltered," Zemo mocked with a small laugh. "Sharing a partner is very thrilling when the correct amount of trust is involved."

"Wait, wait— it was just a dream, I wasn't, you know, suggesting it," you explained nervously.

"I know," Zemo replied, "I am."

There was a tense pause, where all you could hear was your own beating heart.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Zemo offered, “I know it’s a strange thing to say.  Just come here, darling.”

Though your legs were shaking, you got up off the chair and approached him slowly.  He met you in the middle, reaching up to quickly caress your jaw when you were close enough.  Bucky seemed to watch the whole thing in disbelief.  “I-I’ve never—” you began.

“It’s alright,” Zemo assured you softly, “I won’t judge you, or mock you— there’s nothing wrong with what you want.”

You nodded slightly, another form of silent permission, and he leaned in to kiss you— gentle at first, but strong enough to make your knees feel a little weak.  He deepened it quickly, putting a hand at your waist as his tongue began to tease your lips… but just when you pressed into him, ready for more, he pulled away.  He smirked at the way you leaned forward for a moment, but then he looked over at Bucky— you couldn’t quite read his expression, perhaps a bit of disbelief and… more than a decent share of arousal.

He stood up, and stepped up to you two, and you could tell he was in over his head— but you pulled him closer by his shirt, sighing as your hand felt his chest through the black fabric.  “I— I’m not sure how to—” he mumbled.

“Me either,” you smiled, “just kiss me, Bucky…”

He did, though he seemed slightly less confident about it.  What started as a shy and soft kiss turned into something more almost instantly— something hungry.  He pulled you closer by your waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth; it was clear, somehow, that he had been waiting for this chance for longer than you realized.

You gasped into Bucky’s kiss when you felt Zemo’s lips on your neck.  There were four hands on you, running over your body, and you were struggling to keep track of which belonged to who…

Zemo pulled you off of Bucky and spun you around, kissing you roughly again.  He was less careful this time, and he was reaching up under your shirt as well; you whimpered a bit, arching your back instinctively and pushing your ass into Bucky’s— oh fuck, he was hard.  You couldn’t believe how worked up you were already.

Zemo groped at your chest, purring as he tweaked a nipple between his fingers.  You whined and pressed your legs together, feeling him smile before he broke away to look at you with a sparkle in his eye.

“So sensitive,” he praised as he pushed your shirt up to get a good look at you; he sighed at the sight, both hands cupping your breasts and massaging them carefully.  “You’re so beautiful…”

When his hands moved down, Bucky’s took their place; you shivered a little at the metal hand’s cool touch, but it was actually more of a relief than anything considering how hot you’d become.  He was a little more aggressive with the way he touched your tits— if not quite rough.  He was panting in your ear as he held and rubbed them; and Zemo was already pulling your pajama shorts down, exposing you even further… god, why did it turn you on so much.

“Look at you,” Zemo praised with a sigh, running his hands up and down your body.  “I know you must be so wet already, darling, look how desperate you are… you’ve been wet since you woke up from that naughty dream, haven’t you?”

You didn’t have to answer— he was already putting his hand between your legs, exploring your folds, both of you groaning at how slick and sticky you were.  “Fuck, I can hear it,” Bucky noticed, and you clenched inside as he said it.

Zemo gently pushed a finger into you— but you were so wet it didn’t even feel like a push, it felt like your hole just sucked him in.  He was looking right into your eyes as he did it, but that was a little too much to handle for you, mentally, so you let your eyes fall shut just before he slipped the finger back out again.

"Feel inside her, James," Zemo encouraged, "she's so warm."

Bucky sighed, rubbing his fingers around your entrance. "I-I'm going to," he mumbled in your ear, "but... not 'cause he told me to or anything."

You whined when two vibranium fingers pushed inside you, making you lean back against Bucky while Zemo’s hands pushed your shirt up even higher, giving him better access to put his mouth on your tits.  “F-fuck,” you sighed, putting a hand on the back of Zemo’s head as he swirled his tongue around your nipple— he was incredibly, annoyingly good at that, but then again, so was Bucky with the way he gently opened you up with his fingers.  “Oh my god, just like that,” you panted.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky wondered.

“Both of you,” you whined, “fuck, don’t stop.”

Zemo moved his mouth to your other nipple, suckling harder at it, making your hips rock on Bucky’s fingers; and Bucky growled approvingly, starting to thrust them a little more confidently inside you.  “I can’t believe you didn’t soak through those shorts, doll,” Bucky whispered in your ear, “you’re drenched.  You wanted this that bad?”

You could only nod dreamily, too lost in the feeling.

Though you weren’t sure how they coordinated it, they both stopped touching you at the same time; you whined quietly, clenching inside as you longed for either of their fingers to fill you again.

“Take the rest of it off,” Zemo instructed you— but it wasn’t too firm, more just a… friendly suggestion.  “Let us see all of you.”

Stepping out of your shorts that had fallen to the floor and pulling your shirt up over your head, you tried to fight the urge to cover yourself— after all, here you were naked in Zemo’s living room, with two fully clothed men eyeing you up and down.  It was hard not to feel… scrutinized.

"What happens next in your fantasy?" Zemo purred.

"I-it's not my fantasy, it was just a dream," you insisted.

"Then let me ask you another way: what happens now?"

Instead of answering with words, you simply sank down to your knees in front of them, keeping eye contact with Zemo as you started to open his belt.

The smug look on his face should’ve driven you crazy, but it only pushed you further; Bucky, thankfully, seemed to get the idea of what was going on and began to open his belt and jeans for you.  You loved his eagerness, even if the way Zemo seemed content to just let you do all the work was a turn-on, too.

Soon enough, there were two hard cocks in front of you.  Just the idea of that was already intimidating— but both of them, at eye-level, was actually nearly overwhelming.  You took hold of them both, stroking slowly to try to wrap your head around this as easily as you could wrap your hands around them.

Not sure where to start, you did a mental coin toss and found yourself leaning towards Zemo first, wrapping your mouth around his tip and letting your eyes fall shut.  Zemo hummed, pushing your hair back as you bobbed your head. You only sucked him for a few seconds before switching over to Bucky, though you tried to keep a hand stroking each one while you moved back and forth.

It felt filthy and strange and surreal, but your biggest concern was that you were going to get so wet you’d start dripping onto the floor or something.

Yes, you’d watched porn like this before, but you never really thought you’d end up doing it— especially with these two.  You felt pretty comfortable assuming they never thought this would happen, either… but they got into it shockingly quickly: soon, you weren’t even the one deciding where you went, they simply got more and more impatient and began to guide you back and forth.  You blinked your eyes open a few times to look up at them, but in the end you found yourself totally lost in it, just leaving your mouth open them and letting them take turns fucking it until you weren’t sure who was who anymore.

Not much was said (least of all by you, with your mouth full) aside from a few mumbled curses here and there— except for one moment, where Zemo seemed to mutter to Bucky: “I don’t think she expected to like this so much.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.  You were drooling, with tears striping your face— a side effect from repeatedly choking on both of them— and you were nearly desperate enough to rub yourself

Though you weren’t sure how or when Zemo had gotten in your head like this, you had to admit it was convenient right now; “You want more, don’t you?” he noticed, and all you had to do was nod before they pulled you up to your feet.  Zemo bent you over quickly, before you’d even really found your balance, and stood behind you.

You gasped as Zemo’s cock slid inside you suddenly, holding on tight to Bucky’s arms for balance— immediately you were rocked forward with hard, needy thrusts.  

“God, she’s so fucking wet,” Zemo hissed.  You hadn’t really heard him talk quite like that before…

You groaned at the feeling, amazed at how easily he fit inside, but clearly all the anticipation had prepared you well.  Bucky only let you have a second to adjust before he shoved your head back down and pushed his cock into your waiting mouth.  You were happy to oblige, though, and sucked him even more eagerly than before with fast bobs of your head and more pressure from your tongue.

Bucky’s fingers tangled into your hair, and his hips pushed forward to fuck deeper into your throat; you heard him groan, but it was muffled as he bit his lip.  You gagged, and they both moaned lowly.  “I can feel when you choke on him,” Zemo informed you with a grunt, “your little cunt squeezes me tighter.”

It must have been Zemo’s hand that slid up your spine and held onto your shoulder— it must have been Bucky that reached down to feel your tits— but if was your hand that ended up between your legs, rubbing your clit quickly simply because you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

“So desperate,” Zemo mocked— or praised, maybe?  The difference was hard to define.  “You want to come?”

You hummed in agreement around Bucky’s cock, before he forced you to choke on it again.  You never expected him to be so aggressive, nor how much it would make you crave even more.

“If you want a turn with her, James, you’d better take it now,” Zemo offered, voice thin as he tried to catch his breath.  “Any more of that and I won’t be able to stop myself again.”

Bucky roughly pulled you off of Zemo and sat back on the couch, turning you around to face away from him and pulling you into his own lap; that doll nickname felt a bit more literal when he tossed you around so easily.

You gasped as Bucky slid inside, and moaned as you realized you could so easily feel the difference between them.  “Fuck!” you cried out loudly, louder than you really meant to, as Bucky instantly began bouncing you on top of him; you were trying to move with him, but he was so much stronger and basically just using you however he wanted… it made you moan even more and roll your eyes back in your head as you realized that.  “Fuck, Bucky, oh my god—”

“See how much louder she screams for me?” Bucky grinned.

“That’s because her mouth isn’t full this time,” Zemo countered with a laugh.  “That can be corrected.”

Bucky was certainly much more… impatient in the way he fucked you; Zemo, meanwhile, was as controlled as ever as he guided you to lean forward, gently opened your mouth, and slid just his leaking head inside.  He purred as you suckled at the tip, looking up at him with watering eyes.

“Can you taste yourself?” Zemo asked you with a smile, humming when you nodded around him.  “You really soaked me, darling— I expect you to be a good girl and clean all that off.”

You moaned at the praise and took him deeper into your mouth, using your tongue to lick up every drop of your own wetness off of him.  You surprised even yourself with how shameless you were, pulling your mouth off to run your tongue over him instead, moaning as you licked him clean.

Bucky fucked up faster into you until you could barely focus on the task before you, but you still found a way: you kept Zemo’s cock in your mouth and let him hold your head, keeping you steady while Bucky moaned louder and thrusted harder.

You moaned more and more around Zemo until he pulled you away and you gasped instantly.  “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded harshly, holding your head up by your hair.

“So good,” you yelped, “it’s so fucking good!”

He surprised you with a slap across the face, but you moaned right away.  “Fucking whore,” he spat.  “Look how badly you need to be treated.  You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, “yes, fuck, please—”

“Well, James,” Zemo hissed, “aren’t you going to help her?”

Bucky sighed and moved one of the hands on your hips down between your legs, rubbing you quickly and harshly.  Your thighs were shaking instantly; actually, pretty much all of you was shaking.

“She’s coming, James, don’t stop,” Zemo barked out another order, holding you tight by the jaw and looking right into your eyes.  “I want you to come until you can’t possibly take it anymore,” he explained with a growl, “don’t tell me to make him stop until then, is that clear?  Show us how much you can take, nothing less.”

You nodded as best you could with him holding onto your face, and tried to lean in to put your mouth on his cock again, but he held you there.

“No,” he corrected, “I’d rather get a good look at this.”

Bucky’s hand on your clit was relentless, the pressure almost too intense for you to take— but you had to take it, you had no other choice.  It started off almost slowly, a gradual descent into the numbing pleasure of your orgasm, but it didn’t stop; Zemo already made it clear he wasn’t going to let it stop until you were at your limit.  Your moans were shaky and broken from how hard Bucky was fucking you, and your eyes were rolling back already but you could’ve sworn you heard Zemo chuckle at the sight of you.  Did you really look that fucked up?

“Good girl,” he purred, “keep going.  You can take more.”

You whined louder, higher, sharper; you weren’t sure how much more you really could take of this, but you wanted to do as you’d been told and not tap out until the absolute last second.

You knew you were crying, only because you felt the hot tears running down your cheeks.  You heard Zemo encouraging you distantly, but you couldn’t quite make out any words, just the dark and sweet tone of his voice.  You heard Bucky, too, groaning deeply while you felt his fingers digging tighter into your hips.  Could he feel everything he was putting your body through?

“Fuck, stop!” you heard yourself blurt out, and instantly Bucky’s hand moved away— but his thrusts didn’t slow down.  It was just the right amount of relief, and you blinked the blurriness out of your vision.  It was almost like part of it didn’t even really hit you until then, until the aftershocks reverberated through your body.

“That’s it,” Zemo praised, “you’re alright, we’ve got you.”

“Oh god, o-oh god,” you sobbed, shaking uncontrollably— they were both holding you up, you would’ve toppled to the floor if it weren’t for them

“Fuck, m’gonna come,” Bucky groaned.

“Inside,” you gasped, even with how little mental clarity you had in that moment.  “I want it inside.”

“Fuck,” he said again.  “That’s so— god, baby, look what you fuckin’ do to me… I’m gonna come inside you.”

“Yes,” you begged with a sob, Zemo grinning as he watched you.  

Still numb and clenching uncontrollably inside, you felt the way he pumped harder and harder and harder— until it slowed down and he let out the most delicious, long groan.  You whined, but smiled, as he loosened his grip on your hips and relaxed under you, his moans and heavy breaths seeming to drip with satisfaction.  “Fuck,” he said, one more time, deeper than ever, before falling back on the couch limply.

Zemo lifted you off of Bucky— apparently a little sooner than he was ready for, because you heard him hiss as he slipped out of you— and guided you with him onto the couch, pulling your back into his chest.  He knelt behind you, kissing the back of your shoulder as watched you try to come back to reality.

“I should let you rest for a moment,” he noticed, “but you don’t want me to, do you?”

Weakly, you shook your head.

He moved in closer to you and you felt his cock, still wet with your spit, rub against the inside of your thigh— and even after all that, you arched your back deeper in invitation.

It made you blush when Zemo slid into you again, thinking about him filling you alongside Bucky’s load, especially with the way he groaned lowly into your ear.  “You want me to fuck his come even deeper into you?” he taunted, and you whined but nodded.  “I thought so.”

Everything felt so… sticky, in a disgusting but sexy sort of way; you were overly-sensitive inside, each thrust feeling so good with the fading sensitivity of your orgasm still present.  You leaned back against Zemo with a sigh, letting him hold you close and fuck you however he wanted, more than happy to just be his toy now.

“Look how cute you are when you give in to me.  You want me to use you, don’t you?” he noticed with a groan, and you whimpered but nodded ‘yes.’  “Of course,” he growled, kissing along your neck with more and more of his teeth each time.  “You want me to fuck you however I want?”

“Yes,” you sobbed.

“But this isn’t about what I want,” he explained.  “This is what you wanted.”

“Oh god…”

“You wanted us both to fuck you, at the same time.  One cock isn’t enough to satisfy you?” 

“Not anymore,” you admitted with a sigh, and he started to thrust faster and harder into you.

It turned very quickly from slow and sensual to rough and ruthless; he wrapped a hand around your neck to keep you close as you moaned and cried, anxious already to come again.  “Touch yourself,” he ordered with a hiss in your ear, “make yourself come around my cock.”

“F-fuck,” you choked out, but slid a hand over your body and between your legs to obey him quickly.  You were already so fucking close, and you knew you shouldn’t go so hard on yourself when you were so sensitive, but your desperation made you really rub hard and fast in search of that growing tension.  “Yes, fuck, m’gonna— oh god—”

“I know, darling,” he cooed, “just let go.  It’s alright, I’ll hold you— come for me.”

You didn’t literally black out, but you did sort of… lose time, in that moment.  It was like you were just floating in pleasure for a while and then all of a sudden you were laying back on the couch and you weren’t even sure where Bucky had gone and Zemo was proudly holding your legs open.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he informed you, and you blinked back at him shyly.

You expected the warm, sticky feeling as their come leaked out of you… what you didn’t expect to feel was Zemo’s mouth on your pussy, eagerly lapping it up and sucking on your clit as your eyes shot open and you gasped and moaned with surprise.

“Dude,” Bucky grimaced, “that’s fucked up…”

Zemo just hummed and took his mouth off of you, giving Bucky a confused look.  “She tastes amazing,” Zemo defended, “maybe even better after our… contribution.”

You laughed a little at the description, until he leaned down and latched onto you again, making you gasp and run your fingers through his hair.  “Fuck,” you whined, bucking your hips against his face.  Your clit was already overstimulated, and the way that he flicked it with his tongue made you shiver all over.  

Your hold on his hair made it a little easier to push him away when he sucked too hard on your sore clit; he was more than strong enough to keep going, but he stopped anyways and let you push him back with a smug, slickened smile.  “You really should try it, James,” he encouraged, “you’ll only want more once you do.”

Sighing in relent, Bucky knelt down in front of the couch— yes, at some point he’d gotten off of it, and you were too high on orgasm dopamine to notice it— and Zemo helped you adjust your hips towards him so he could just dive right in.

He gave one long lick over you first, making you shudder, and seemed to get more excited and aggressive quickly as he held onto your thighs and started to push his tongue inside you.  “Oh god,” you whimpered, and Zemo watched proudly for a moment before turning his head to kiss up your leg.

“Poor thing,” he cooed between gentle presses of his lips to your skin, “you probably thought we were done with you, didn’t you?”

~

You were on the couch nursing a cup of tea, your feet resting in Bucky’s lap on top of the pants he’d changed into after his shower; Zemo was on the balcony having a cigarette.  That was the scene Sam came back to, and he seemed to notice something was off just by the way he raised an eyebrow as he entered the living room.  “Hey guys,” he greeted.  “What did I miss?”

“Not much,” Bucky shrugged, “just a pretty quiet morning…”

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[thisismeracing]

Mick+ betrayal + angst. Hurt me queen.

Betrayal | MS47

⸺ the one where Mick doesn't know what to do when love is over, and he ends up hurting Yn even more. Or when it took him only two weeks to go out and date the other girl. ✓ mentions of cheating and break up.

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What do you do when love is over?

That's a question that not everyone will have an answer to, and even if they do, there is no guarantee it will be the right one. The one that prevents heartbreak, tears stains, and screaming matches.

Mick tried to end things on good terms. And though he knew love was not over for her, he was already in love with someone else, so he decided that lying was a good idea. Mick told Yn that he wanted to break up because he needed to focus on his new seat, to give his undying attention to getting better and better and not going through the rough path he went to previously. That was the most absurd thing Yn ever heard Mick say, and she had heard him say that horses could fly one very drunk day.

When Yn pointed out that she never questioned his timing or asked for more attention than he could give, she reminded him that during his two years in Haas, she was by his side. When she cried, asking him how could love stop him from reaching his biggest goals. When she whimpered that love would actually push you towards your dreams, and support you, Mick could only shake his head and repeat that he was sorry. Which he was, in some way.

He never thought he would fall out of love with her, never thought that he would live a day where her laugh didn't bring him the most joy, or that watching her doing mundane things wouldn't be as interesting as before, but it happened.

And that's how Yn found herself at his doorstep two weeks after their breakup to get some of the things she wasn't able to on the same fateful heartbroken week of her existence.

She knocked on the door, the weird feeling creeping into her body. It was strange to wait by the entrance as if she were a stranger, and as if that was not her house a couple weeks ago.

"Coming!" She heard his cheerful voice exclaim before the lock turned and the door opened. The smile Mick had on his face vanished the second their eyes met, and they had been together long enough for Yn to recognize the guilty look on his face, just seconds before the feminine frame showed up behind him.

She was wearing one of Mick's shirts just like Yn used to. She looked happy. Comfortable. She looked at home. As if they'd been together for more than two weeks. As if their story was older than that.

Yn gulped, her throat closing and eyes watering, but she kept her instance, "I came to take the rest of my stuff..."

"Y-yeah, of course," Mick took a step back, allowing her to enter the house that had a completely new smell. "Mhmm- this is...this is Debby, my- uh- my girlfriend. Debby this is-"

"Spare me, Mick," Yn interrupted. "She knows who I am, and it seems like I'm the only one between us who did not know about her before."

"What do you mean?" he asked, brows furrowing, and body turning toward her, ready for confirmation. But oh Yn was so tired.

She just turned her back to the couple and ascended the stairs. The bed they used to share and everything else seemed the same as the day she left, except there was Debby everywhere. Each small detail that made it Yn's and Mick's little fort was off.

"She was just a friend. You know I wouldn't cheat-" he came up to the room, looming by the door while Yn gathered the last of her clothes from the closet and sorted her things from the new feminine things in his bathroom.

"Ain't it funny how I brought it up and you told me I was paranoid?" She reminded the day Debby and Mick started following each other and they started to message non-stop. Yn trusted him, but for the first time something seemed different, and when she tried to communicate Mick brushed it off.

When the blonde opened his mouth to retort, Yn cut him off, "Guess you didn't cheat but you're still a traitor, Schumacher. And I hope she breaks your heart the way you broke mine. I hope you broke each other's heart."

Mick took a step back as if her words were a fist swinging on his face, making him lose his balance. It was the first time he saw Yn that hurt, the first time her eyes had so many tears and so much loathing.

Yn threw her things inside the bag without caring to arrange it, just as Debby reached the room. Granted, the girl seemed a bit sad about the whole situation, but it did not wipe out how sad and hurtful it was for Yn.

"When you're sleeping in the bed I made with him, don't you forget about the way he betrayed me, because that was exactly what it was: betrayal. And he'll do the same with you, you can be sure of that," Yn smiled painfully and zipped the bag. "I wish you two a very sad life."

Hours after Yn left Mick was still thinking where does the love go? Does it turn into hate? Does it disappear? Did he make the right choice? Was he a traitor?

And for the first time, his house did not feel like his own. It felt like the home he once shared with Yn, except now it was broken.

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[be-my-sunrise]

The Masked Man || p.js

pairings: jason role-player!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minor pls dni

wc: 3,551

warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of sex toy, choking, use of pet names and derogatory terms, reader had a dream about having sex with jisung. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: this fic is a part of 1-800-SLASHER collab by @jenoslutie !! i apologize for being late, i was supposed to post this on halloween but it took me longer than i thought. also, i really tried writing the "scary" part but turns out i suck at it and i feel like the ending is ASS omg😭 happy late halloween!<3 enjoy~

“Hold up.. Phone sex with who now?”

“With Ghostface! The other day, I got so bored and came across this website called 1-800-SLASHERS. So, these people role-play as slashers, like Michael Myers and Ghostface, and we can have phone sex with them!”

You furrow your brows in confusion upon hearing your best friend, Giselle's, story. Staring at her face in disbelief through the video call on your laptop.

“And you paid them for that?”

“Well, duhh, obviously.” Giselle rolls her eyes at your question. “You should try it, too, you know.”

“No way, it’s so ridiculous! The idea itself is just crazy, like.. why would I want to do that?”

Honestly, you can’t even begin to think why would people want to pay a random person to role-play as a scary character and have phone sex with them. You feel like it’s just a waste of money, and the idea of having phone sex with a complete stranger is just weird to you.

“I’m just saying, don’t judge until you actually try it yourself. Plus, I remember you once said, and I quote, “I would definitely bang Jason Voorhees.” 

Giselle grins widely and wiggles her eyebrows teasingly at you. You groaned, face-palming yourself at the memory. “Oh my God, that was the one time we played ‘fuck, marry, kill'! Technically, I have to choose one of them.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Deflect all you want, girl, but the heavy emphasis on ‘definitely’ says a lot.” 

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

“Aww thanks, I try to.”

You glance at the time and realize that it’s getting late, remembering the unfinished assignment that is due tomorrow morning. You quickly bid your goodbyes to Giselle and hang up the call. Thankfully, you were almost done with the assignment when you suddenly received a call from your friend.

The next morning in class, your mind starts to wander from whatever topic the professor is currently talking about, thinking about plans to do during the weekend. It was Friday after all. In fact, it happens to be Friday the 13th, which made you recall the conversation with Giselle last night. You still don't understand the excitement behind it. Not that you're against it though, it's just not exactly a thing that you would do. But, the more you think about it, the more curious you get. 

The day goes by like a blur. After dinner, you sit on the couch, switching between TV channels to find anything to watch. You were about to switch to Netflix, but you stopped when your eyes caught the title of the movie. Friday the 13th. 

"Of course they have this playing right now," you scoff. 

Not knowing what else to watch, you decide to watch the movie anyway. Even though your eyes are glued to the screen, your mind wanders elsewhere. "What was that website again? 1-800-SLASHERS?" You thought to yourself. Despite what you kept saying, you just can't seem to get your mind off of it.

You unlock your phone and open the browser app, quickly typing out the website URL before pressing enter. The first thing you see after the page is loaded is the name 1-800-SLASHERS in big bloody letters. 

Just right below the name of the website, you find a list of the character names along with photos of the role-players in their sexy costumes. Well, it's not exactly costumes because all of them are almost naked while also wearing the scary masks. As you scroll through the list, you finally find the one character you're most interested in. You tap the photo to take a good look at the guy wearing a Jason mask, eyebrows raising when you realize that he's shirtless. 

He's sitting on a chair in a very laid-back position, knees wide apart, and his head slightly tilted to the side. His hands rested on top of his thighs with one hand holding a sharp knife. The photo was taken in dim lighting, but you can still clearly see his toned figure. You zoomed in on his body, eyes trailing down from his broad shoulders to his abs. His gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, giving you a peek of his v-line. When you look further down, your eyes widened in surprise seeing his cock print, almost choking on your spit. You bite down on your bottom lip at the sight, wishing he pulled it out instead of hiding it under his pants.

You quickly make an account and manage the payment settings. When it's all set up, you go back to the list page. A tab pops up when you tap his profile, showing you a call and video call button. You can't believe that you're actually considering this. But, after seeing a visual of the role-player, you can't stop yourself even if you want to. You hesitated a bit, not wanting to show your face.

"Maybe a call would be better for now."

Suddenly feeling nervous, you stare at the phone screen as you wait for the call to connect. Then the ringing stops and you move the phone closer to your mouth, clearing your throat before talking.

"Hello?"

"Hey there." Your breath hitches in your throat hearing a deep voice through the speaker.

"Hi, uhh.. what's up?"

There was a short silence followed by a low chuckle from the guy at the receiving end of the call.

"Oh, I'm doing good. You?"

"Me too."

You let out a nervous laugh, lowkey cringing at yourself. It's not like you haven't done this before, you've had phone sex with your ex-boyfriend a couple of times in your last relationship. But that was almost two years ago, so you can't help but feel weird and nervous.

"What's your name, doll?"

"You can call me y/n."

"Y/N. Such a pretty name for a beautiful girl like you."

"Oh, umm thank you. So.. should we get started?" You ask him, and he chuckles before answering. 

"Yeah, sure. Tell me what you're wearing right now."

"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts."

"Take off your shorts, doll."

You mumbled okay and set your phone down before hooking your thumbs on the waistband, slightly lifting your hips to take off your shorts along with your panties. Even though you're still nervous, you can feel yourself slowly relaxing, thanks to his voice. His deep voice sounds so calming, yet so sexy at the same time. Your mind goes back to the photo you saw before the call, pressing your thighs together at the thought of him. You imagine him sitting on the same chair, one hand around his cock, slowly pumping himself as he talks with you.

"I took off my shorts, and my panties too."

He hums in satisfaction, "Mmm you're such a good girl for me, taking off your panties before I told you to. Now, touch yourself where you want me most."

You move your hand towards your core, collecting the wetness on your fingers before pressing it against your clit. A small moan falls from your lips as you rub circles on the sensitive bud.

"Is my pretty doll touching herself?"

"Yes," you paused. "I wish it was your fingers instead of mine."

"Yeah? Tell me more, doll. What do you want me to do?"

You rub your clit faster, letting out a breathy moan as you put in more pressure. "Wish you were here too, I want to feel your fingers inside me."

He snickers, "Oh, baby, my fingers won't be the only thing you're getting if I'm there with you."

Closing your eyes, you slip two fingers into your core. You moan out loudly from the stretch, imagining it was his cock. 

"Bet you look so pretty around my cock. All fucked out, moaning and begging me to fuck you harder." 

Suddenly you hear a glass shattering, making your eyes fly open in shock. You look around to find the source of the noise, only to realize that it was coming from the TV. You see Jason punching through a small glass window to choke one of the female characters. You bite your lip and start pumping your fingers faster, making you whimper.

"Fuck, I need you so bad. I want you to choke me while you're fucking me senseless."

He lets out a groan in response, tightening the grip around his cock as he strokes faster. His heavy breaths can be heard through the speaker, making your eyes flutter close at the sound of his noises.

"My pretty doll likes it when I choke her, hm?"

"Fuck, yes. I want you to choke me until I pass out."

"My, my.. what a naughty doll you are," he chuckles. 

You feel a familiar knot in your stomach, muscles tense as you're reaching your climax. You put the phone down next to you, using your now free hand to rub circles on your clit, gasping from the added stimulation.

"Shit, I'm so close."

"Me too. Cum for me, doll. I wanna hear your pretty moans."

Your jaw goes slack from the orgasm, moaning loudly as you rock your hips to ride out your high. He mutters profanities under his breath hearing you moan. You can hear him panting, breath hitching in his throat as he also rides out his high.

"Hey, umm thank you for this. I think I'm gonna end the call now." You say, suddenly feeling awkward.

"Yeah, no problem. Hope I can see you next time, doll."

You press the end call button and get up to grab tissues to wipe your hands. After that, you turn off the TV and head to the bathroom to clean yourself.

***

A few days passed after the phone sex and you can't seem to get your mind off him. All you can think about is doing inappropriate things with him. Riding his cock until your legs go numb, leaving claw marks on his chest, and the list goes on. Oh, and his voice. Gosh.. his voice was sexy as fuck. You want him to whisper praises in your ear as he rails you.

You moan into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets. The guy behind you thrusts his hips roughly, burying his cock deep inside you.

"Fuck, feels so good." You say, voice slightly muffled.

"I can't hear you clearly with your face against the pillow, doll."

Your heart beats faster hearing the familiar voice and the pet name he used. He suddenly flips your body so you're lying on your back, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. Your eyes widened in shock seeing the masked man before you. Even though his face is covered with a Jason mask, you still recognize his deep voice.

He leans his body closer, pressing your thighs and chest together in the process. He rests his hand next to your head and wraps the other one around your neck, blocking your airflow. Your eyes flutter close, moaning loudly as he continues to fuck you. 

"Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me, doll. I wanna see your eyes get glazed over."

He mutters good girl under his breath when you open your eyes. Your mouth hangs open as you feel his grip around your throat get tighter with each thrust. He tilts his head to the side and chuckles.

"What's wrong, doll? You want this, don't you? You begged me to choke you while I fuck you dumb." 

Panic starts to fill your chest, but all you can think about is how good his cock is making you feel. You weakly claw at his hand, trying to pry it away and he just laughs at you mockingly. You start to feel dizzy, eyelids getting heavier as your vision darkens from the lack of air.

You suddenly open your eyes and your body jolts up in shock, hand clutching your neck as you gasp for air. You look around frantically only to find yourself in the dark. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you start to calm down realizing that you're inside your bedroom. You had fallen asleep while watching a video on your laptop. It's now dark outside and only the soft glow from the moon is illuminating your room. You get off the bed and carefully walk across the room to turn on the lights, making you squint from the brightness. Then, you go to the bathroom to splash your face with cold water. After you're done, you stare at your reflection in the mirror.

"Wait.. did I just have a wet dream about that Jason role-player?" 

The wetness between your legs confirms your thought, making you blush as the realization hits. You touch your neck remembering the way he choked you in your dream and how good he made you feel. The thought of his cock filling you up nicely makes you press your thighs together. 

You go back to your room and reach for the laptop in your bed, quickly typing the website name in the search bar. You strip your clothes off, leaving your bra and panties on, which thankfully is a matching set. When the page loads, you scroll down to look for the guy who role-plays as Jason. Once you find his profile, you adjust the pillow and your sitting position so now your back is comfortably resting against the headboard. You open the nightstand drawer next to you and reach for the vibrator and a dildo before setting it aside. 

After turning on the webcam and clicking the video call button, you set your laptop down in front of you, making sure your body is seen on the camera. The line suddenly stops ringing and then you see him. He's shirtless, just like in the profile photo, only wearing gray sweatpants with the mask. You didn't even realize that you were staring until he snapped you from your daze.

"Hello? Hey, you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry, I was too busy admiring the view."

He let out a small laugh, "I can say the same to you too."

"I'm not sure if you remember, but I called you here the other day. I'm y/n."

"Ah, yes, my pretty doll. Glad I can finally see you."

"You know, I can't get my mind off of you. I even had a dream about you." You bite your lip, debating whether to tell him about the dream you just had or not, but then you decide to just go for it. 

"We were having sex and then you choked me. I couldn't breathe, but all I cared about was how good your cock felt."

"Is that so? Take off your panties, doll. Show me how good I made you feel."

He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your soaked panties, palming himself through the pants while he waits for you to take off your panties. Once you take it off, you spread your legs wide and adjust the webcam so he can get a nice view of your glistening pussy, but can still see your face as well.

"Fuck, baby. Even your pussy looks so pretty."

You start rubbing your clit in small circles, moaning from even the slightest stimulation. You throw your head back as you pick up the pace, the pleasure making you dizzy. His cock twitches in his pants, clearly enjoying the show you're giving him. He pulls out his hardening cock, letting out a breathy moan as he slowly strokes his length. The noises he makes catch your attention. You were so horny you forgot that you're still in a video call. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of his cock. It's even better than you imagined. His cock is long and thick, you can feel your mouth watering.

"I need you so bad," you whimper.

"Yeah? You want me to fill you up nicely with my cock?"

"Fuck, yes please. I want you to stuff me full with your cock."

You grab the vibrator next to you, turning it on before pressing it against your clit. You moan loudly from the sensation, mouth itching to scream out his name. But then you realize you don't know his name.

"Tell me your name, please?"

"Sorry, doll. I can't tell you that."

"Please? I want to scream out your name," you beg. 

"I can't–"

"Tell me your name, please! I'll pay you!" You cry out from frustration. You're so close and you have been holding back, wanting to scream his name as you cum. "Please, I'll Venmo you right now, just tell me your username."

He grew silent for a moment, considering your offer. He feels bad about using you, but he knows you're too horny to think twice before paying him just to know his name and the extra money would be nice. It's actually against the policies, but at this point, he's also too turned on to care.

"Jspark."

Once he says his username, you quickly grab your phone and send him the money. He glances at his phone when he gets the notification, smirking as he sees the amount of money he received.

"Oh my pretty doll, I didn't know you're such a pathetic slut. You're so horny you didn't even think before throwing your money at me just to know my name so you can get off." He laughs at you mockingly before telling you his name, "I'm Jisung. Go ahead and scream my name, doll"

"Jisung!" 

You scream his name as you finally let go, back arching against the bed from the pleasure. You moan loudly as you ride out your high. He pumps his length faster, chest heaving up and down. You reach for the dildo and rub the tip against your slit. 

“I would love to see that in your mouth, doll. Get it all nice and wet for me?”

You close your lips around the tip, grimacing at the taste of your arousal. You lean closer to the camera before pushing the dildo into your mouth. You look straight into the camera as you bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowing as you suck the toy. Jisung can feel his cock throb in need, wishing it was his cock in your mouth. He imagined you kneeling in front of him, wrapping your pretty lips around his cock as you look up at him innocently through your lashes. The idea of you deep-throating his cock pushes him to the edge. Eyes close while his jaw goes slack. His abdomen tensed as he dumps his load on his stomach. Jisung let out a breathy laugh when he realized that you had turned the vibrator on again, pressing it against your clit while you suck the toy. 

“Look what you do to me, doll. I came once and I’m still hard as fuck.” He says while pumping his cock. You remove the toy from your mouth and suck in deep breaths. The way you look at him innocently with tears in your eyes and swollen lips, Jisung swears he could cum again right then and there.

“I got this all nice and wet for you, Jisung.” 

“Good girl. Now, put that in your pussy and keep the vibrator on your clit.”

Slowly, you push the dildo into your core. A broken moan falls from your lips as the toy stretches you out. The slight discomfort from the stretch feels so delicious that you don't even wait for yourself to adjust.

"Fuck, I wish this was your cock instead." You flick your wrist faster, the angle making you brush against your sweet spot. 

"Poor baby, is it not big enough for you? You still need my cock to stretch you out, hm?"

Overwhelmed by the double stimulation, you can only babble nonsense in response. Your thighs tremble from the pleasure as you move your hips to meet the dildo halfway, pushing the toy deeper. You pick up the pace when you feel the familiar knot in your stomach once again.

"I'm so close." 

"I don't think you deserve to cum, doll."

"Please, Jisung, I can't hold it anymore!" 

Jisung throws his head back as he grips his cock while fondling his balls using the other hand. His cock twitching in his hand, signaling that he is also reaching his climax. 

"Beg me."

"Jisungie~ please?"

His head felt like spinning. The noises you make and the way you whine his name drives him crazy.

"Fuck, y/n. I love it when you say my name. Go ahead, baby. Cum for me."

You let out a long moan, legs shaking from the intense climax. Jisung's breath hitches in his throat, panting as he cums as well. For a moment, only heavy breathing and a soft buzzing noise can be heard while both of you catch your breath. You pull out the dildo and turn the vibrator off.

"Thank you, Jisungie. That was great." You give him a weak smile. 

"Likewise, doll. I haven't cummed that hard lately," he chuckles.

"Well, I think I'm gonna go now. Maybe I'll see you again next time."

"I'm counting on it."

You end the call and close your laptop. You slip under the comforter and decide to clean up in the morning. You drift off to sleep, hoping that you would dream about Jisung again.

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[neoyuno]

Watching ♡ J.WW (M)

After a night of confessions, your heart breaks but you still find yourself thinking about him on a lonely night, just to catch him watching you touch yourself to the though of him. ; or, wonwoo comes home to see you moaning his name while you play with ur toys ifywim ♥︎

Pairing | Roommate!Wonwoo ♡ Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Roommates to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Angst (reader misunderstood wonwoo + wonwoo misinterpreted reader’s feelings.), Smut — big dick!woo, peeping woo, mutual masturbation (kinda), oral, fingering, riding, lots of kissing, dom-ish!both, dirty talk!!!, unprotected sex (mentions of bc), petnames (sweet, pretty, honey, love, beautiful, baby).

Word Count | 5.6k

Reading time | 28 mins

Notes: usage of curse words, afab fem reader, mingyu is annoying (in a cute way) and both wonu’s and reader’s best friend!

Was playing truth or dare (or drink) a good idea? No, but you were far from sober. Your roommate’s friends (aka, your friends) had crashed over with snacks, wine, and beer, your friends, who were already hanging with you, decided to play along and join their little “party”.

You sat between Mingyu and your roommate and long-time friend, Wonwoo. On the table, before you laid an empty wine bottle, used to spin and get a little insight on whoever it landed on. As Soonyoung spun the bottle, you prayed it didn’t land on you, the last thing you wanted was a bunch of people knowing about your sexual encounters or weird dating history—especially when the bunch of people was your crazy friends.

Of course, fate was not on your side, as the shiny gold bottle cap stopped right in front of you.

“Oh yeah!” Soonyoung said and smiled, “You’ve been awfully quiet, ____, we finally got you.” He said smugly.

“Just get it over with, what do y’all want to know?” You sighed and rolled your eyes as the people in front of you smirked.

“Is there someone in this room that you’d like to fuck?” Hoshi stared at you with a mischievous smile, his eyes quickly glancing at the man next to you, who waited patiently for your response.

Your lips pursed as you thought about answering or drinking. Your fingers reached for the soju bottle in the middle before everyone started whining and complaining.

“Oh come on! Don’t be a party pooper!” Vernon threw a cushion at you—hitting Wonwoo instead of you. “Oh shoot, sorry…” the older man only shook his head and smiled softly and your eyes couldn’t help but linger on his pretty lips.

“Hey, are we playing a drinking game, or are y’all jumping me?” You deadpanned and Mingyu pushed you softly as if to tell you to just answer.

Groaning, you put the soju bottle back on the floor and ran a hand through your hair before answering.

“Yes.” You replied nonchalantly and the room erupted in hollers and screams of predictions of who it might be.

“Ooh, Who?” Hoshi asked, squinting his eyes at you, that annoying smirk still plastered on his face.

“One question per round. Sorry, buddy!” You taunted.

“Boo! Party pooper!” Now it was Seungkwan’s turn to throw a cushion in your direction, hitting your face softly.

“I bet it’s me,” Mingyu said playfully, scoffing proudly, making everyone laugh—except Wonwoo, who only smiled and looked down at his crossed legs.

“In your dreams, Kim.”

“It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” He winked and you grabbed the cushion Vernon had thrown to hit Mingyu’s back, making him laugh and yelp at the fact that you hit hard. “Damn, is this your foreplay? Are you a dom, ____?”

The smirk on his face and the wiggle of his eyebrows caused your eyes to roll and your hand to reach over his shoulders and around to shut his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, Mingyu.” You scowled at him but still leaned to rest your head on his shoulder.

“I told y’all she wants me.” You merely rolled your eyes for the millionth time and laughed softly, hands gripping his arm as you snuggled closer to him. Why must such an annoying person be so warm and cuddly?

The alcohol started hitting your system as you felt your eyes drooping, helping you miss how Wonwoo’s smile disappeared and a tint of jealousy painted his face as he saw you snuggle Mingyu. But how could he blame you? Mingyu was an absolute sweetheart and he couldn’t deny he was handsome. Setting his own feelings aside, he decided to tell himself how cute you would look together.

“Okay, next round!” Joy chimed in after the laughter had died down a bit. Her fingers reached to spin the bottle, and the glass object swirled 3 times before landing on the owner of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. “Wonwoo!”

“Hmm…” the older man hummed and smiled, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol he had consumed all night.

“A little birdie told me you rejected her 'cause you’re in love with someone, is that true?” Your heart couldn’t help but falter at the sound of Joy’s statement.

“I didn’t say that.” Wonwoo recalls the conversation he had with Aera earlier in the week. She had confessed to him and expected him to return her feelings even though they had never interacted formally before. She had stormed off when he told her he was seeing someone, which was a lie. He just didn’t know how to react.

“That was not the question, Wonu.” Jeonghan interfered, “are you in love with someone, yes or no?”

“Ugh, fine. Yes, I am.” He replied and while everyone went crazy and teased him, your heart broke into a billion pieces.

But what could you expect? He was your friend and knowing his character, he probably has some dumb rule about not dating friends. Just like you, he missed the way your face fell before you snuggled closer to Mingyu.

All he saw was Mingyu’s arm around you, bringing your sleepy body closer to his.

Wonwoo ended up going to sleep early, no one thought anything of it since the man was usually sleepy all the time. So he just said good night and left with your hurting heart in his hands without even knowing.

The next couple of days were spent normally, or at least you tried to. You tried your best to see Wonwoo without feeling your heart clench, it worked for the most part, but it was at night when you couldn’t help but think about his words.

Eventually, you decided to just stop thinking about it all at once, Mingyu telling you that you were probably misunderstanding Wonwoo and that maybe the girl he was talking about was you.

“Oh please, Mingyu. As if…” you hit his chest and he merely laughed.

“You are both stupid, I swear you are both crazy about each other and can’t see it. But I can!” He said, plopping on your bed.

“Not even and get off my bed. You just came from playing basketball with Wonwoo and you are sweaty.”

A couple of nights after your conversation with Mingyu, you laid in bed, trying to sleep when you heard a soft knock on your door.

“Come in!” You called out, not moving from your position when you saw the door open slightly and that fluffy head you love so much peeked through.

“Oh my God, did I wake you up?” He asked quietly.

“Oh no, don’t worry. I can’t sleep.” You chuckled and he followed.

“I am going to Mingyu’s, he said he’s cooking dinner. Do you wanna go?” He asked, knowing how much you loved Mingyu’s cooking, but you couldn’t bare be alone with Wonwoo for the 20-minute drive. He looked way too hot while driving and you were trying to stop thinking about him. “He said we could stay over.”

“Hmm, I’m okay… I’m a bit tired, but could you bring me some food when you come back tomorrow?”

“Of course, I’ll make sure he saves you some food.” He smiled and your heart did a flip. “Good night, _____.”

“Good night, Wonwon.”

And with that, he left. Your mind now only focusing on his pretty smile and soft voice. Also, the way his long fingers gripped at your door, keeping him in place behind it.

Why must he be so perfect?

After 30 minutes, you managed to fall asleep. But what came upon your slumber ruined your plans of sleeping in through the weekend.

“Such a pretty pussy.” The man rasped as he pumped his length in and out of you, mesmerized by the creamy ring building up on his cock after every thrust. “And it’s all mine. Look how well you take my cock, love.”

“Wonwoo, please fuck me harder.” You whined.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, baby?” His hands gripped your breasts and his thumbs teased your erect nipples. “Beg for it, love.”

You woke up in a sweat, shirt clinging to your chest due to the sweat and panties clinging to your pussy due to the wetness.

“Fuck me.” You groaned, trying to go back to sleep and ignoring the aching feeling in your center.

Tossing and turning on your mattress didn’t help your case, so you turned to your favorite company on your lonely nights—the pretty glass heart dildo in your underwear drawer.

Had you masturbated at the thought of Wonwoo before? You wish you could save face and say no, but your perverted mind had wandered one too many times to the thought of his tongue, fingers, and cock inside you—to the point where you got the biggest size you could find to maximize your pleasure as you dreamed about your hot, nerdy roommate.

“Did you bring your laptop? Remember mine is broken.” Mingyu asked the older man as he set the table in his living room to watch a movie.

“Oh fuck, I knew I was forgetting something.” Wonwoo cursed.

“One thing. I asked you to bring one thing!” Mingyu nagged and Wonwoo whined.

“I’ll go bring it, I’ll be back in a bit.” He said checking his phone to see how long traffic was roundtrip.

“Boo, Wonwoo!” Jun teased and Wonwoo threw a cushion at him.

“Wait, before you leave. Take _____ this, if we wait till tomorrow there will be no food left.” Mingyu said, handing Wonwoo a bag with a couple of tupperware full of the food he had cooked and a little note.

Wonwoo took the bag in his hands and nodded before making his way to his car. There, he let curiosity get the best of him and read the note.

“I wish you were here to eat this cause I love seeing your reactions. I know you love my brownies so I made a special batch for you. Hope you are feeling better! :D -Love, Mingyu ♥︎”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes in annoyance and put it back in the bag before taking off.

Unlocking the door to the apartment, he cursed himself for forgetting his laptop, and placed the food Mingyu sent on the breakfast bar. Wonwoo walked slowly towards his room, just in case you were already sleeping. He didn’t want to interrupt your peaceful slumber.

However, what he heard as he stepped closer to the bedrooms made him step back.

“Oh, fuck!” It was a moan—yours to be exact. His heart started racing, not only at the pretty sounds you made but at the fact that there was a chance you had someone pleasuring you at that moment—someone that wasn’t him.

“Mmm, just like that…” you whined and whimpered. That’s when he noticed your door was slightly opened, lights were off but he could tell your blinds were slightly open cause he could see the lines of moonlight on the floor.

Of course, you would leave it open, he wasn’t supposed to be here.

An ongoing debate in his mind flooded his brain as he thought of peeking through. He didn’t want to be a creep, but the best (or worse) of him got him and he carefully peeked from an angle that he knew you wouldn’t see him.

There he saw you. Laying back on your mattress, completely nude and your legs spread wide apart while your hand pumped a glass toy into your pretty pussy. His eyes couldn’t rip themselves from gawking at you like a pervert. The way your hand pushed the toy in and out at a quick pace and your other played with your pretty nipples had him hypnotized. The moonlight shone on your body and he could swear it was glistening with some sort of magical dust.

He was totally done for. He would never recover from this, and just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, you moaned again.

“Ah, Wonu~” his name rolled off your tongue so naturally and just then he noticed that he had been rubbing himself over his pants. “Just like that, baby…”

Wonwoo swore he would pass out at any second. Not only were you hot as fuck and wet as fuck—the thought of him was making you this wet and horny. He tried, he really did try to stop staring and leaving but he seemed to be stuck to the ground and completely hypnotized by you. Your moans had sent him into a trance like a siren song.

“Jeon Wonwoo!!! What the fuck?!” Your loud voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He didn’t know what to do, he had been caught doing the least gentleman-y thing ever.

How could he do that? What took over him?

“I-I can explain…” your eyes then dropped to his crotch, cheeks blushing at the sight of his hand still subconsciously soothing his growing erection.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You asked shamelessly, gaining a boost of confidence at the sight of him standing at your doorway like a pathetic little pervert. “Then you could help me with this…”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened behind his glasses as your folded legs (which you moved to cover yourself upon discovering him watching) opened up and revealed your wet core—glass toy still inside. He hadn’t noticed his legs moved, not when you pumped the toy a few times more, moaning his name, and not when you crawled to him.

It wasn’t until your hands ran up his thighs that he realized he was inside your room and at the foot of your bed.

His mouth fell open in awe at the sight of you kneeling in front of him, soft hand reaching to move his that was on his crotch and soothe his growing bulge. A sweet, deep sound left his lips as he gasped when your teeth suddenly bit him over his pants softly.

“May I?” You asked as your fingers pinched the zipper of his pants. Wonwoo nodded lazily, as he rid of his t-shirt, tossing it somewhere around the floor of your room.

You gawked at him, laying back on your hands while he kicked off his pants and shoes. Your mouth watered at the sight of his toned body and strong arms—and his mouth watered at the sight of your breasts in full display.

“Do you like what you see?” He smirked, placing his index finger under your chin, tilting it to make eye contact with you.

“I love what I see.” He said, and you kneeled back up, your lips pressed on his chest, leaving soft kisses all over and biting random parts of his skin.

“Then have a taste.” In less than a second, his lips were on yours, kissing you like he had been wanting to for the longest time.

“Mmm…” a deep groan left his throat at the sweet taste of your tongue.

The minty taste of your mouth and the sweet floral smell of your skin were intoxicating. All he wanted was to stay like this forever and never let you go. Your skin was silky soft under his touch, his hands perfectly molded to the curves of your waist and lower back as he wandered around the heavenly crevices of your body.

You, on the other hand, dreaded the end of the night. Your hands gripped his arms, refusing to let him go as his perfect lips deliciously devoured you. The thought of him snapping out of the euphoria of the moment and remembering the person he’s in love with had your insides churning. But the fact that he was hungry for you in that exact instance, made you incredibly hot.

“I want you inside me so bad.” You breathed out against his lips.

“Not before I have a taste, baby.” Wonwoo rasped out and your heart dropped to your stomach at the sound of his voice calling you ‘baby’. “Lay back for me, pretty.”

Immediately doing as he said, your back fell against the plush bed sheets, while his hands gripped the back of your thighs to spread your legs apart and showcase your wet center.

“Is this all for me, baby? Do you always think of me while touching yourself?” He smirked at you, making you blush instantly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Wonwoo’s lips pressed on the skin of your inner calf after he had kneeled down to be at eye-level with you. They danced along the line of your leg until they reached the main entrée—your pretty glistening pussy. He couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of the creamy substance that covered you.

She must’ve been fucking herself with that glass dildo for a while, he thought.

The thought of you touching yourself and pretending your toy was his cock instead, was driving him nuts. But he couldn’t help but snicker at the size of the toy, if that’s what you thought his looked like, you were in for a treat tonight.

“Look at such a pretty pussy, hmm…” he cooed and pressed a quick kiss to your clit making you yelp in pleasure.

It wasn’t much, but you had been fantasizing about this moment for so long that any touch of his felt absolutely magical.

“I thought you wanted a taste.” You teased and he smirked before poking his tongue out and laying it flat on your core, licking a stripe up. “Ah, Wonu~”

“So fucking sweet, beautiful. Everything about you is so sweet.” You closed your eyes, his words resonating in your ears.

While it should’ve excited you, your mind kept drifting away to that night when he admitted he was in love with someone. Was he pretending you were that person? Was he imagining himself doing this to someone else?

Before you could let your mind wander through the thoughts of Wonwoo merely using you to satisfy his needs while he pursues someone else, his mouth sucked your sensitive bud.

“Oh!” You moaned, hands gripping the sheets and his hair. “You’re so good at that.”

His mouth was loud against your center, sloppy wet sounds mixed with his deep groans of satisfaction at your taste and pretty sounds. You were a moaning mess under him, squirming as he kitty-licked your clit, but his forearm over your torso kept you in place. Somewhere in the past five minutes, his hand had reached out to play with your tits, tugging and pinching your nipples.

“Ugh, this is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tried, baby.” He kissed it one more time before standing up, his hands still keeping your legs spread. “I want to be inside you, so bad.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” The man smirked and scoffed softly at you, trailing his index and middle fingers down your slit and teasing your entrance. “I just cleaned you dry and you’re already wet again?”

Wonwoo groaned and bit his bottom lip, prior to entering his fingers in your hole, eliciting a whine from your own lips. His heart was beating out of his chest after he looked down at you.

“Your fingers fill me up so much better than mine…” another moan left your lips when he started scissoring his fingers, stretching you out in preparation for his cock.

“Yeah? Are your pretty small fingers not enough for you?” You shook your head and he smiled. “Shit. You’re greedy, aren’t you? Sucking my fingers in like that.” He cursed when your walls clenched around his fingers.

“I want to suck you off.” You simply said and he felt like fainting.

Wonwoo removed his fingers from you and sucked your arousal off them before helping you sit back up.

“Go ahead, baby.” He smirked at your cute face looking up at him. What he didn’t know, is that you were about to switch the whole thing around.

“Look how hard you are from spying on me.” He couldn’t help but blush deeply at your words, remembering how minutes ago he was shamelessly touching himself while sneakily watching you.

“Who would’ve thought sweet Wonwoo would be such a pervert.” He felt himself slowly melting, and that’s when your lips made contact with his clothed length. “How are you so perfect?”

“You’re killing me, pretty.” His head fell back as a deep moan left his mouth when your warm tongue pressed on his length.

“Am I?” You asked while your fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. “Fuck…”

“That’s the plan, baby.” He chuckled softly and reached to tuck your hair behind your ears before caressing your hair softly and you could swear your heart would explode.

Wonwoo’s already hard dick got even worse when he took a glance at your face. The way your eyes looked at him gave him butterflies and your hands around his length slowly gliding didn’t help at all.

“Mmm, just like that, sweetheart.” He groaned as soon as your tongue lapped his tip. You hummed in contentment, having dreamed of his cock in your mouth for so long.

A string of muttered curses left his lips when your mouth engulfed what it could take of his cock, which wasn’t as much as you wanted. His head hit the back of your throat and your lips barely covered half of it, the sound of his deep moans was making you wet, a drip of arousal gliding down your thigh.

Your mouth kept sucking and your hand stroking him was soon glistening with saliva, while your other hand reached down to collect your juices before reaching up to place them on Wonwoo’s tongue when he moaned again.

His tongue was warm on your fingers as he sucked them dry, licking even after he had cleaned your arousal off them.

“Baby,” he moaned, mind clearly foggy at that point. “I wanna cum in you.” You moaned around him at his statement, making him hiss.

Your head bobbed and once more, trying your best to go further down before removing him completely. Wonwoo bit his lip and wiped the tears that had fallen down your cheeks and trailed to wipe your lips. You took the chance and sucked his thumb in, yet another groan leaving his lips.

Wonwoo finished kicking his boxers off to the side and lowered himself on top of you, laying you down further into the bed in the process. His lips captured yours as soon as your back hit the mattress, the way his lips moved against yours ever so softly was intoxicating.

“So pretty…” he whispered against your lips and trailed his pecks down your jaw and neck. “I don’t have a condom…” he whined as he came to a complete stop when he realized and you laughed.

“I’ll go get one real quick.” Wonwoo said and was getting up but your hands circled around his neck to keep him from leaving.

“I’m on the pill…” you whispered, waiting to see if he stayed. “I’m clean.”

“Me too. Are you sure you want to do it raw, honey?” His nose brushed against your cheek softly and your heart did a flip.

Call me a pet name once more and I’ll for real pass out, you thought.

“Yes.” Whispering, you kissed him again.

“You will kill me, for re-“ your hand pushing him to lay back on the mattress cut him off. His eyes were dark as you moved to climb on his lap.

Wonwoo’s fingers played with your hair when you started kissing his neck, trailing down his chest biting and sucking every single sensitive part.

“Are you always this wet?” He struggled to ask when he felt your hand guide his tip on your, seemingly forever-soaked, slit. You smirked and shook your head.

“Only when I’m thinking of you.” You rasped out and bit his lip.

“Oh God,” his head felt light after your statement.

“Oh, Wonu~” a whiny moan left yours lips as you finally sat on his length—slowly taking him in while you adjusted to his size. “So fucking big…”

“Mhm…” you heard him hum and looked down at him. His eyes were shut and his cheeks pink, his glasses fogging up a little due to the warmth of his skin. A smirk couldn’t help being formed on your face as you saw how drunk he was on your pussy—his chest rose rapidly as he struggled to keep himself together.

“Look at you, a fucking mess for me and I’m not even halfway down this pretty cock.” You teased and he whined. “What would the girl you’re in love with think, hmm?”

“Her little sweet Wonwoo being so pussy drunk for me, what would she think?” You taunted and saw him smirk when one of your hands reached to engulf his throat—or at least tried to.

“She doesn’t mind.” He groaned when you finally bottomed out. The feeling of his tip hitting your g-spot temporarily distracted you from the heartbreak his words caused—but the sting still remained there even when you both moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, _____.” His hands fondled with your soft ass, gripping harshly to help you down his cock and back up.

“I love your cock…” you murmured, dizzy from the pleasure.

“Ah!” Wonwoo took the opportunity to play with your breasts that jiggled right on his face. His mouth sucked your nipples in and you could feel your orgasm building from the stimulation. “Won…”

“Shit, baby-“ he huffed when your walls clenched around his cock, your legs shaking a little and your hips bucking up.

“I’m so close…” you whined, half because of the pleasure and half because that meant the night was almost over. “Mmm, baby…”

“Yes, sweetie? Do you like that, pretty?” He groaned loudly at your whimpers, leg twitches, and the pet name.

His feet anchored him as his hips bucked upwards to fuck you, hands gripping your ass tightly.

“Kiss me, baby.” You didn’t wait a second before doing as told, your tongue sloppily made out with his, teeth clashing and wet sounds resonating in the room.

Wonwoo couldn’t help but stare at your face contort in pleasure as he kept his pace, the moonlight peeking through your blinds illuminated just the right places of your body—your eyes, your nose, your lips, your collarbones, your nipples, your navel, and the space where your pussy met with his cock.

“I’m so close, baby…” he moaned, hands leaving your ass and sliding up to your waist to pull you back down. “You look so pretty like this, all sweaty and hot.”

“Shut up, I’m gonna cum…” you whined and placed your fingers on his lips. “I don’t want you to ever stop.”

“Cum for me, beautiful.” Your legs shook uncontrollably and you cursed and moaned against his bare chest as your orgasm washed over you. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby.”

His movements faltered as he thought of pulling out, but resumed moving when he heard your whines. The overstimulation of his big cock drilling into you was building a second orgasm within seconds of your first one.

“Fill me up, please!” You begged and that was the last straw for him.

“Fuck!” He moaned loudly and held you close.

The warm feeling of his cum filling you up and the loud, deep groans that left his lips triggered your second orgasm. You could feel the vibrations of his groans on his chest.

“God, you’re going to kill me.” He sighed in satisfaction and hands danced softly over your skin.

You soaked in his scent, he always smelled so good—musky and a little peachy. The way his chest moved as he caught his breath was calming, but still, the sting in your chest remained.

Your fingers mimicked his that were on your back, drawing shapes on his chest. The feeling of his soft skin on yours consumed your mind that you hadn’t noticed the tears falling from your eyes. It wasn’t until Wonwoo hummed and cupped your face worriedly that you noticed you were crying.

“Hey, what happened? Did I hurt you?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in deep concern. “Do you regret it? Talk to me, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.” You sniffled and his heart broke seeing your face.

“Why not? What happened?”

“Why don’t you love me?”

Did you sound absolutely pathetic? Yes. Would you be asking this if you were in all your senses? No.

“Am I only good for sex?”

“What?” He immediately sat up, switching your bodies, cupping your face as he looked down at you. “What are you talking about? Of course not!”

“You said the girl you love wouldn’t mind you fucking me. But if you love her, why would you do it? You were thinking about her, weren’t you?” You sobbed softly and he was as confused as ever.

“Wait, is that why you’re sad? You think I’m using you?” He asked, heart shattering. “I thought you had caught on.”

You hummed in confusion and he smiled, angering you before his lips pecked yours ever so gently a couple of times.

“I said she wouldn’t mind because the girl is you.” He said and kissed you once more. “I thought you were teasing me so I decided to follow you. I didn’t actually mean to imply that there was someone else.”

His thumbs wiped your tears, funnily enough, the same way he had done so earlier but for different reasons.

“I am stupidly in love with you.” He confessed and kissed you again. “Please don’t cry, I don’t like seeing you sad.”

“You love me?”

“I love you.” He repeated. “I have for a long time now, but I always thought you liked Mingyu.”

“Ew, out of everyone Mingyu?” Your face contorted and he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Lord, did you love that lame laugh.

“So, nothing going on with you and Mingyu?” He asked tenderly, a sweet smile plastered on his face as you shook your head.

“Not at all.” You said. “I only want you.”

“Yeah? What about the guy you wanted to fuck?” He teased, reminding you of your confession that night.

You laughed and his heart swole with love at the sound.

“I already did, best dick ever.” Your words contrasted drastically with the way your eyes stared up at him.

“Oh yeah? Nothing like this thing, huh?” He asked, your forgotten glass toy in his palm and you blushed.

“I believe I had underestimated the size…” you snickered and he kissed your lips after carefully tossing the toy on too of his clothes that laid on the floor.

“You’re boosting my ego, love.” He mumbled against your lips with a smile. “I still can’t believe I caught you touching yourself to the thought of me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven for a bit.” He teased.

“And I can’t believe I caught you spying on me touching myself while touching yourself.” He kissed the smirk off your face, but you could feel his warm cheeks against your face.

“Talking about that, I’m still inside you.” He regretted saying that as soon as he did, cause you clenched around him purposefully. “Mmm…”

“How about a round two? But this time you make love to me?” This time, it was you who kissed him lovingly:

“I will make love to you tonight and every night that you let me be in your life.” He said, already loving to hover over your naked body. “I love you.”

“I love you more, Wonwon.” He kissed you, leaving Mingyu and the boys wondering why he never showed up at his apartment again.

Next time your friends come over, you gathered around the same coffee table, this time playing some board game before you stood up to refill the snack bowls.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get more snacks and drinks for y’all.” You said and stood up.

“I’ll help you.” The man next to you said and stood up, following behind you.

“Should we tell them?” Wonwoo asked as he hugged you from behind, pressing you into the counter slightly as you refilled the bowls with chips and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

“No, they’re annoying.” You replied and he laughed heartily.

“I am seriously considering kicking them out. I can tell you’re cold.” He smirked and kissed your neck while his hands crept around you to tease your nipples over your shirt.

“Stop it.” You shivered at the pinch of his fingers on your sensitive buds.

“Give me a kiss at least. You haven’t kissed me since they got here, I miss you.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, love. I’m right here.” You smiled and turned around, your back now pressed against the counter, his arms still enclosing you. Looking up at him, you pecked his lips quickly—once.

“Kiss me like you mean it.” Wonwoo said frowning, eyes narrowing when you didn’t move.

His hands moved to cup your face to bring your face close to his, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You moaned quietly when his tongue invaded your mouth, your hands traveling down from his back to his small butt, squeezing affectionately and making him gasp and giggle against your lips.

“Hey, do you have- OH! MY! GOD!” That annoying voice—you were going to strangle him. Wonwoo jumped back and looked at Mingyu with wide eyes.

“What happened?” You heard a concerned Jeonghan ask.

“THEY ARE HAVING SEX IN THE KITCHEN!” Mingyu yelled in response.

“KIM MINGYU! WE ARE NOT!” Wonwoo couldn’t help but smile when he saw you chase around the tall guy who kept repeating the same thing over and over.

“HE WAS SUCKING HER FACE!” He heard Mingyu say and you arguing back.

“WE WERE JUST KISSING. SHUT UP!”

Lord, was he in love with you.

NEOYUNO 2022

#wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #smut

[bpsmuts]

Truth or Dare - Rose [PART 2]

Part 1 here

Rose x Male Reader

Words: 1.090

Summary: Rose keeps her side of the deal and returns the favor, before things escalate....

You look deep into her eyes as Rose gets closer and cuddles up next to you. You two are watching Finding Nemo and just passed a sad scene, that left Rosie sniffling next to you.

"Come here babe" you console her. "You know Y/N its just so sad, how is this fish gonna find his son??" Rose stammers. As the extremely adorable girl next to you continues to sniffle you suddenly begin to feel a little hazy.

It gets even weirder as something in the room starts to make suction and slurp sounds. You finally open your eyes and realize what had happened. You were sleeping... dreaming... of Rose.

The sounds however continued and you felt awfully nice. You look down and see the Kiwi Girl with her beautiful white and purple hair between your spread legs.

She is in the middle of softly taking your hard dick into her mouth and sucking on it ever so slightly. Since she hasn't noticed you yet, you try to stay quiet and enjoy it for just a little longer, but as Rose took your dick out of her mouth and continued to lick and kiss it you couldn't help yourself.

"Mhhhh.." you moan. The girl stops and looks up at you. "I was wondering how long it was gonna take" Rose responds in her sweet New Zealand accent. You still seem a little lost, so Rose continues "I'm returning the favor... you know... from last night".

"Oh.. y-yeah" you stumble. "Anything wrong Y/N?" she asks you. "No.. its just, I was dreaming of you, before I woke up" you answer Rose's question.

"Dreaming of me? What happened?" Rosie asked as she continued to slowly stroke your length. "We were watching Finding Nemo and you were devastated when Nemo lost his dad". Rose cant help herself but to burst out laughing in the sweetest laugh you've ever heard.

"It is a very emotional movie you know" she smirks as she lowers herself, placing her mouth right in front of your dick. "Well, should I continue or do you want to reminisce about your dream?" Rose asks you.

Feeling the girl's breath on your tip acted like a spark and you instantly became horny again, totally forgetting about the absurd dream. "Please Rosie" you respond.

She smiles as she lowers her head, licking your length from the base to the tip before letting it glide into her mouth. Seeing and feeling her head move up and down almost hypnotized you.

"A-Aah Rosie" you stutter as the sweet kiwi girl continues to give you the single best blowjob you've ever received. You could definitely see, why so many guys liked her back in High School, now.

You can feel yourself getting closer as Rose pushes your dick further into her mouth taking your entire length with gagging only slightly. "Ooooohh my god babe" you moan surprised.

"Babe?" Rose asks stopping briefly. "Sorry Rosie, just slipped out" you respond getting a little red. "Its alright love" Rose reassures you before continuing.

"I'm getting close Rosie" you moan. Rose slows down and then comes to a complete stop. She moves up a little. "How about we have some real fun?" she asks seductively. "Are you sure this is a good idea Rose? I don't want to ruin anything between us or have it be weird" you speak out.

"Why would it be weird Y/N? We've already had Oral Sex, why not have Vaginal Sex?" she asks "Plus you'd get to shoot your load inside me" she adds in a very erotic manner.

"Fine" you say before pulling her close and starting to kiss her. Rose sinks into the kiss and before you know it, the two of you are making out. As you roughly kiss each other, your hands slowly move onto Rose's ass, squeezing it slightly.

You get a moan of approval from Rose and your hand continues its way a little further down until it reaches her core. You instantly feel how wet Rosie is and start to move your finger up and down her pussy.

"How are you so good at this?" Rose asks in between moans before meeting your lips once again. Your finger now being wet as well, you slowly push it inside Rosie's vagina, earning you more and louder moans from the sweet kiwi girl.

You continue to finger her for a while before she breaks the kiss. "P-Please Y/N... I'm ready" Rose tells you as she sits up and aligns her pussy with your dick before she slowly slides down onto you.

You instantly feel her tight folds wrapping around your length as both of you let out moans of pleasure. Once you're completely inside Rosie, she quickly takes off the white t-shirt that she had been wearing since last night, giving you full view on her boobs.

Rose then starts to move up and down, letting out heavy moans with it. Your hands move onto her boobs for the first time and you can't help but smile as you play with them.

She picks up on that "Y-Y-You like em?" she stammers in between moans. "I do Rosie" you let her know.

Rosie continues to move up and down on your dick, giving both of you the pleasure you haven't had in ages. "I'm getting close" Rose moans loudly. "Me too Rosie" you exhale gasping for more air.

You can feel your cum about to shoot, right as Rose's walls contract around your length. Shortly after you finally shoot your load deep into Rose who has stopped moving and is now sitting on top of you leaning on your shoulders for support.

Rose shrieks as she feels your cum inside her and reaches her climax shortly after, before collapsing on top of you.

You both catch your breath for a moment before Rose moves off your dick, dropping some of your semen onto it. "Oops.. let me get that" she says, turning you on again.

She moves lower and once again taker you entire length into her mouth, sucking your dry and showing you her tongue, with your cum on it before swallowing.

"Oh my god Rose.. why are you so hot?" you ask her while still catching your breath. "Yeah... says you Y/N" Rose replies.

You two both lie next to each other, catching your breath before Rose breaks the silence. "Breakfast?". "Only if we stay naked" you answer.

"Haven't had enough of the sight yet? I get it." Rose responds before getting up.

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[myonos]

prank

sim jaeyun x f!reader 0.7k fluff, mention of killing as a joke

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After a vivid yet weird dream, you’ve decided to prank Jake. All your prank took was a quick run to the dollar store.

Now all you need to do is wait for him to come home.

And unfortunately, the wait is long, but this gives you time to imagine his reaction and how hard you will laugh.

  After agonizing hours of waiting, you finally hear the door lock click, indicating his arrival.

You stay calm, now wanting to be too eager and making him question you.

He comes in with a massive smile, as always, and comes over to you immediately.

“Hi baby, how was your day?”

  You give him a big hug and kiss, “It was fine. I cleaned up, did laundry, the usual.”

  He hums, burying himself in your arms. He’s too cute, you almost don’t want to prank him, but you must.

“I did do something kinda crazy today,” you say, a big smile gracing your face.

“Oh yeah, what?” You can tell he’s anticipating something small. These words are not uncommon from you. 

  You pull down the collar of your shirt, revealing the letters SJY in big, black ink.

Jake’s eyes widened in horror, “What is that?”

“Your initials! So you’ll always be with me.”

He looks back and forth between the tattoo and your eyes before shaking his head vigorously.

“No, no! Why would you ever do that!”

  “You don’t like it?” You pout, putting on your best puppy eyes.

Jake continues, “No, baby, why would you get my initials tattooed? Are you crazy? That’s like…..like crazy!”

  “I did it as a symbol of our love,” you say, holding back your laugh. God, this is better than you imagined. 

Jake gets up and starts pacing. You’ve never seen him this stressed before. 

“If your parents see you got a tattoo of my initials, they’ll kill me, then you!”

  He suddenly lands on his knees before you, “Why, why would you do this? I’m too young to die at the hands of my girlfriend's parents!” He buries his head in your knees.

You pull out your phone and start playing a song.

Jake recognizes the melody of Human Nature, and he looks up to glare at you. 

  You start to sing along, taunting him by pointing to the letters on your clavicle.

“You just can’t be serious, can you?” Jake whines.

You laugh as you shake your head. No, you cannot.

“Well, I know what needs to be done,” Jake says, standing up. He returns to the hallway, and you can hear the jingle of his keys. 

“Where are you going?” You shout, getting up to follow him.

  “I have to get your initials tattooed. It’s only fair. My parents will probably kill me too, but at least we’ll be killed together.”

You can’t take it anymore. You burst out laughing so hard to the point your stomach hurts.

Jake looks confused, eyebrows furrowed, and his cute lips in a pout.

“Why are you laughing? This isn’t a laughing matter!”

You finally catch your breath as you manage to get out, “It’s a prank.”

  Jake looks down, eyes moving around as he thinks.

He finally realizes what you said, and now he looks mad.

“Not funny,” he pouts.

He puts his keys back and returns to the living room, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed.

You follow him, back to laughing now, and wrap your arms around him. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry. I had a dream last night and figured it’d be a funny way to prank you.”

  “I thought we were goners, Y/N like it was the end of us!” 

Your laughter has reduced to quiet giggles, and you kiss Jake’s cheek.

“The fact that you were ready to get my initials tattooed proves how much you love me. I’m touched.”

“Of course I love you, you’re not funny, but I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say, pecking his lips.

He looks at the fake tattoo again before sighing, “Please wash that off. It’s making me nervous.”

You laugh before getting up to oblige.

Prank successful.

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this was not proofread so excuse any typos/mistakes 😭 this is inspired by an actual dream i had where jake and i got matching tattoos of each others name??? this is just to hold y’all over until bloodbag is done which prob won’t be until the weekend?? if i feel like writing… idk enjoy !

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[earthtoharlow]

Flashing Lights

10) I Miss You, Don’t Call Me

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

TW: slight mention of violence, and mentions of alcohol abuse

Series Masterlist

Jack sighed as Maryse declined his call again. It’s been a month since that incident with Nate happened. The next morning Maryse didn’t want to talk about it, stating she was fine. Jack knew she was lying, but didn’t want to push her.

Things seemed to be okay for a few weeks but recently Maryse has been avoiding him. She would decline his calls and if the off chance she did answer she would rush him off the phone saying she had to get back to rehearsals for her shows she had coming up at the Apollo Theater.

Jack was afraid that if she continued on this path of keeping things herself that she was going to blow up one day. He hated seeing her like this. It doesn’t help that he’s in LA right now while she’s home in NY.

“Jack, why are you rushing back to New York, we literally need you in Boston for New Balance by tomorrow afternoon!” Neelam said as she interrupted his thoughts. Jack needed to see Maryse now, he couldn’t let this go on any longer.

“I’m going to see Maryse, I’ll go straight to Boston as soon as I’m done. I promise.” He responded as he continued to pack his backpack, deciding to only take essentials.

He ignored Neelam's sigh at the mention of his girlfriend. “Jack…” she started but he immediately interrupted her. “Don’t wanna hear it.”

“Jack, just hear me out! I love Maryse but your career is very important. This is a huge year for you, you can’t just drop everything for some girl, you’ve only been dating for 3 months! And don’t think I haven’t noticed her ignoring your calls…”

Jack pulled his hoodie over his head, and took a deep breath before replying. “It’s been five months.” Neelam rolled her eyes.

“I’m not dropping everything for some girl, she’s my girlfriend and a Grammy award winner, might I add.”

He continued as Neelam folded her arms in front of him. “She’s going through something right now and needs me. I’ve been running around nonstop, and haven’t missed an appearance. Boston is hardly an hour flight away from NY. I will be back in time for the NB event.”

Only thing Neelam could do was sigh, knowing she wasn’t going to change his mind. “Ok. Fine. You better be back in time.”

He gave a simple nod as he slung his backpack over his shoulders and headed towards the door. “Gotcha.”

As he walked out the door he turned around to say one last thing. “Oh, and Neelam?”

“Yeah?” She questioned.

“You’re going to respect my girlfriend, she’s here to stay. This weird energy you have towards her is going to stop.” He closed the door behind him, not giving Neelam time to react as she stood there with her mouth open.

***

“That sounded great guys, let's take a 30!” Maryse told her band with a smile. She was currently rehearsing for her shows the following weekend at the iconic Apollo Theater to celebrate her debut album.

Once everyone left the room she sat at the piano and she began playing around with some chords that had been in her head for a couple days.

She silently sighed as her fingers moved across the keys, the more she played the more she started thinking about Jack. He didn’t deserve how she was treating him and made a silent vow to call him when he left rehearsals.

“I haven't slept since Sunday…” she began singing the first thing that came to mind. She wished Jack was with her right now.

“Midnight for me is 3:00 a.m. for you. But my sleepless nights are better with you than nights could ever be alone.” Maryse hadn’t slept properly since the night of her release party, having dreams about Nate, she knew the only thing that would fix this would be opening up about with Jack.

“I was good at feeling nothing, now I'm hopeless. What a drag to love you like I do”

Fuck it. She thought as she pulled her phone out, dialing Jack’s number. He of course answered on the first ring, she spoke before he could even speak. “I love you so much, I’m sorry for ignoring your calls, we can talk about everything when I get home, okay?” She bit her lip as it was silent on the other line.

“I love you too.” Maryse gasped as she heard his voice from behind her. Turning around, Jack was leaning against the doorway, phone pressed against his ear.

She immediately jumped up from her place at the piano and skipped towards him. “What are you doing here?” Maryse questioned as she pulled him closer to her, pressing her face into his chest and smelling his cologne.

Jack just shook his head, and kissed the top of her head. “We can talk about it later. I just needed to see you.”

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It was 10 pm when she got back home from rehearsals, she stripped as soon as she walked into the house. Walking into her room, Jack was spread across her bed, soft snoring leaving his mouth. She felt bad that he came all this way for her. Changing into one of his many shirts he’s left at her place, she climbed into bed next to him, pressing a kiss to his face.

Jack, being a light sleeper, woke up from the light kiss. “Hey” he said softly.

Maryse smiled at him, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry for ignoring your calls.”

Jack pulled her in closer next to him in bed. Maryse wrapping her legs around his own. “I guess I should explain myself.”

He nodded. “But only if you’re ready, I never wanna pressure you. I’m just worried about you.”

Maryse nodded and was silent as she continued playing with his hair. “I had been dating Nate since he was a senior in college. So I’ve known him for a really long time. You could say he was my first real relationship. Everything was really good for a long time, until we weren’t. But everything changed when he tore his pec during a playoff game.”

Jack stayed quiet, letting Maryse get her thoughts out.

“He was really upset and angry with himself for getting hurt. So he started drinking to cope, I would come home from the studio and he would be passed out drunk in the living room.”

Maryse took a pause before continuing, she hasn’t spoken about this to anyone in almost two years. “I watched alcohol turn the man I loved into a monster. We would argue all the time, every problem we faced steamed from his drinking.”

She didn’t realize it in the moment that she had closed her eyes as she spoke, thinking about the things he would say out of anger. “You’ll never make it in the industry.” “No one will listen to your music.” “No one will ever love you like I do”

“He would say the curliest things to me during arguments but he never once put his hands on me. That night at the release party was the first.” Maryse could feel herself getting overwhelmed and tears started forming in her eyes.

Jack immediately pulled her into his chest, bringing her closer than she already was. “I’m sorry.” Maryse said, pulling back and wiping her eyes. She grimaced seeing the tear stain on his shirt.

He shook his head, “This isn’t my favorite shirt.” Maryse couldn’t help but giggle and pinched his side.

“Not about that you idiot! Sorry, for putting you, and Urban for that matter in that position. You both could’ve gotten extremely hurt that night! Especially with how angry Nate was. That’s why I was ignoring your calls because I was really embarrassed after that night.” Maryse ended with a frown.

It was Jack’s turn to frown. “I’m going to stop you right there. One, you didn’t deserve any of that shit he put you through. I’m sorry that you had to deal with that, loving an addict is a hard and taxing job. Two, you’re worth defending. I’ll throw my last punch defending you. You’re my person, my peace. I’ll do anything to protect you.”

Hearing Jack reassure her made Maryse relax for the first time in weeks. She also couldn’t help the flutters she felt in her stomach at Jack calling her his person.

“I love you, Jack.”

Jack leaned forward and kissed her head, nose and finally a sweet kiss on her lips.

“I love you more. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Maryse pressed her lips against his lips one more time, happy he was here in her arms.

Jack let out a yawn. “Now, wrap your legs around me so I can go back to sleep. I have a flight to catch in 3 hours.”

She did just that, getting a full nights rest for the first time in weeks.

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AN: hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Let me know you’re thoughtssss!

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[sashimiyas]

the voicemails

Summary: Suna is a gremlin and he makes sure to remind you despite time and distance

Genre: fluff; established relationship; poopy, baby, and babe used as pet names

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: these are the voicemails Suna and reader talk about in ihyily2; posting again and not looking back. if the tags hate me, guess what, we’re moots (beloathed) then!

“How could you do this to me?” Then there’s a deliberate pause that is intensified by the frantic cheers of background noise, “question mark.”

You’re groaning the moment you wake up, and you wish you could say it’s because of the sunlight roasting your groggy eyes. Unfortunately, Suna would never give you the benefit of a peaceful morning. Despite an eight hour time difference and even more miles apart, you start your day the same way as any – with your wonderfully annoying boyfriend in your ear.

“How can you not answer when I just won the most important game of my life?”

Exaggeration. He’s been in the Olympics.

“You better not be sleeping,” spoiler, you were, “because if you are, you fucking bet I’m tickling your ass the moment I get home. Okay, love you. Bye.”

The sound fades for a moment. It rustles, brushing against what seems like fabric until the noise widens out again. “Call me back!”

And then Suna officially hangs up. You drop your phone from your ear and back to eye level. The voicemail is the first among many so you swipe down to listen to the onslaught of your boyfriend’s odd way of expressing his verbal affection.

“Babe, are you serious right now? Are you mad at me? You can’t be asleep right now. It’s not even midnight there yet.”

This one is about an hour later, your 11pm and his 3pm. You shouldn’t have been sleeping, he’s right, but it’s the tail end of Suna’s absence. The three weeks have been long and despite his keeping you very much in the loop, the void of his presence has taken a toll on you. You must have passed out while mindlessly watching a show last night.

“You’re such a poopy – little shit! – Hey man, what’s up?”

Another voice interrupts him, one you can’t recognize with an accent that you’re not used to. It must be someone he’s met in the UK. “Yeah, I’ll be inside in a bit. After this phone call.” Quick salutations are made, a slap here and there, and Suna’s back on the line. “Whoo! That was close! Can’t have the other team thinking I’m a fucking simp!”

You and Suna laugh both at the same time. Fuck, you miss him and his stupid humor and his stupid laugh and his stupid face.

“Anyways,” he happily transitions as if there is a live audience listening to him, “everyone already went inside, but we’re at this famous spot about to eat fish and chips. Chips as in French fries. That’s what they call that here in London apparently. Can you believe I’ve been here for over three weeks and I haven’t had the iconic meal yet? I’ll send you a pic of it later.”

He’s true to his word and just like always, the lighting and angle is impeccable. Sun cascades onto the golden brown filet accompanied by wide slats of fried potato. A napkin artistically crumpled to the side, it’s so photogenic you wouldn’t be surprised if the image would be the first thing to pop up when you google the dish.

“While we were on the way here, I saw this guy on a bike and it reminded me of you. Don’t ask me why because you’ll probably hit me.” You won’t ask because yes, you’ll more than likely hit him. “Oh! And remind me to tell you about this weird dream that I had last night. But okay, gotta go. I don’t want to make the boys wait on me too long. Love you.”

The timestamp for the next one is 5am. It seems that Suna has resigned to the reality that you are deep in slumber because this time, the call is from Komori.

“Hehe,” a voice chuckles into the line, “looks like you passed the test.”

Your reaction is so dramatic even you can feel the downward tug of your lips. It is not Komori. It is once again your gremlin of a boyfriend.

“I would have been so pissed if you answered Komori’s phone call but not mine.” He heaves a deep breath, preparing himself, “okay fine. low key – low fucking key – I’m a little disappointed you haven’t answered at all but I guess that’s my fault for dating Sleeping fucking Beauty.”

He sounds wistful here and as much as you hate to admit it, your heart stings a little bit.

“Okay. Well I hope you’re sleeping well, Poopy. Hate you but I love you. Bye.”

This last one you just barely missed, not even a full hour ago. You tap on the play button and put it on speakerphone. Having had enough of just laying in bed, you head to your bathroom and begin your morning routine.

“Hey, it’s me again. Suna Rintaro, your boyfriend. Or did you forget already?” He’s whispering now, the husk in his voice makes it obvious he’s had a long day. “What a fucking day. Komori’s already passed out.”

The sound of running water isn’t coming from your sink, but from the one in London. “My mouth feels gross. Hang on, gotta brush my teeth real quick.”

You hear the low hum of his toothbrush and decide to brush your teeth with him. It’s silent as you place a small globule of the paste onto your own and though you know that you’re doing this forty minutes too late, you’re comforted. The companionship is healing, a balm to the ache that has developed. Your toothbrushes are the ones that are timed. They’re the same exact brand, actually. He got them for you during Christmas early in your relationship because ‘it came in a two pack and I didn’t know who else to give it to so here.’ It was a very Rintaro way of making it official but it touched your heart nevertheless.

You both rinse out at the same time and when you’re done, you listen to Suna jostle his way into bed. He talks of the dream he had last night. The details get caught between his pillow and tired lips, and as wild as it is, you struggle to make sense of it. All you know is that there is an octopus involved and apparently Atsumu was a pirate. The message ends abruptly without his usual farewell, and you know you shouldn’t, you know it’s selfish, but your finger ends up dialing his number anyways.

The line barely has a chance to ring when he picks up.

“H’llo?”

“Hey, Baby.” You hear the rasp in your own voice and immediately, you cringe, knowing exactly what comes next.

“Babe, what the fuck? Are you calling me right when you woke up?” He’s cheeky but does little to hide the delight in his tone, “did you miss me or something?”

#reina.writeshaikyuu!! #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #suna rintaro #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna fluff

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Benefits of Car Troubles (part 2)

Summary: Things continue to get complicated between Leigh and Y/n.

Warning: Smut 18+

A/N: Sorry it took so long for this, life gets in the way sometimes. Also I didn't edit this, I apologize for the errors. Thank you @karsonromanoff for the suggestion in the beginning! I hope y'all enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

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Leigh clears her throat and blinks away the tears as she thinks on her feet. “This is my friend, Y/n. I told you I was going out with them and their girlfriend and Jules,” she explains. “You probably don’t remember that I told you I might spend the night here because you wouldn’t look up from your phone for five seconds to hear me,” her words are sharp and you’re trying to hide your surprise. You knew that she could make up excuses but to flat out lie when there was clear evidence against her statements raised some flags for you. 

The man looks between you and his wife and her attire and the clothes sprawled along the floor. He takes a deep breath through his nose and nods a few times before bursting out into laughter. He starts shaking his head, you and Leigh exchange a quick look then return your gazes to him. “Figures you were seeing someone. I mean,” he starts to catch his breath but finds the situation too amusing. “I have been having an affair for over a year and I’ve been sloppy about hiding it. Come on, you made it so easy! Those pills take me a couple weeks to adjust, not months! I just thought you were in denial or okay with it. But this,” he gestures to you and her, “this explains it.” 

Leigh thought it would hurt to hear the words from Matt. To actually have him admit to what he was doing behind her back. But it does the opposite. It fills her with a relief that the problems with her marriage weren’t because of her. They started with him. However, she is pretty upset that instead of coming to her with these problems, he found someone else to be with while still being married to her. “So that’s it then, we’re getting a divorce,” Leigh says as she pushes him out of the apartment but it looks like Matt has more to say. 

She shuts and locks the door and while he’s banging on the door, demanding to be let back in, she leans her body against the wooden surface. You are pulling your sleep pants off of her and burying your face in her pussy without her having to ask you to. Leigh moans as loud and dramatically as she can to assure that Matt can hear her. “Oh yeah, babe! You’re so much better than my husband!” She shouts and that’s what causes the banging to stop. But so do you, Leigh looks down and doesn’t find you between her legs anymore. 

She looks around, confused that you disappeared. A soft knock on the door behind her startles her enough to make her jump. She opens the door and that’s when her eyes open. Leigh sits up and scans the unfamiliar room to remind herself where she is. There was a picture of you and who she assumes is your dad working on a car on the dresser and she smiles. You were a little kid in the picture and she thought you looked so sweet. Leigh relaxes a little as she tries to remember falling asleep, but she couldn’t. 

Leigh knew she was tired from last night and this morning, but she didn't realize how exhausted she was until you left her alone in your room.  Sliding out of your bed, she dresses into something appropriate and makes herself coffee in the kitchen. That's when you come in to check on her again. “Hey sleepyhead, you're up,” you greet with a warm smile. “Teddy had a question for me and when I came back to you, you were fast asleep. I thought I’d let you rest up while I helped open the place up.” You meet her in the kitchen and kiss her cheek. “How’d you sleep?” 

The machine stops pouring the beverage and Leigh takes the mug before she answers your question. “I slept pretty well, but had a weird dream,” she adds a few things into the coffee. She was happy that you had a similar taste as her. 

You frown at the mention of her dream and lean against the counter by the sink, across from her. “Was it bad weird or good weird?” 

Leigh shrugs, “It was just weird. Ended pretty good though.” 

You raise your eyebrows in interest, “Oh? How so?” 

She smirks as she sets the mug down and steps closer to you. “Well, it ended the same way things started last night,” she says as she kisses you on the lips. “With me against the front door and your tongue working its magic,” she continues. You smile at the thought of her having a dirty dream about you and how normal all of this feels between the two of you. Her in your apartment, making herself coffee. Of course a part of you wants to ask her to make up her mind already and choose you. But you quiet the voices in your head and stay in this moment with her. 

“I,” you start, wanting to say the words she already asked you not to. “I was going to order lunch and came to see if you wanted any or if you had somewhere to be?” 

Leigh steps back and you watch her grow tense from your question. “I probably should go,” she says softly. You nod, keeping your thoughts to yourself. It was better to keep your mouth shut than to do something ridiculous like beg her to stay. Part of her wishes that you would, tell her that this is more than just sex for you. That you would make promises to her that would give her the strength to leave her husband. But another part of her is thankful for your patience. Thankful that you were sticking around, waiting for her to be ready. Waiting for her to get her life together before you asked more of her. 

Once Leigh and her car are gone, you have your assistant order lunch for everyone while you stay in your apartment during the break. You don’t know if you can do this with her anymore. Was it worth it? Was she worth it? Yes, your heart answers almost immediately. It wasn’t what you wanted. Never had you ever thought you would find yourself in such a situation where you fell in love with a married woman. When this started, she had said the marriage was practically over. That there were divorce papers being drawn up and everything. Then you slowly found out that wasn’t the case, by then it was already too late for you. She was so easy to fall in love with. 

A knock on your door disrupts your thoughts. You open it to find Teddy holding a couple takeout bags and a drink tray. “Thought you might like some company,” she says with a soft smile. You open the door wider and step to the side to allow her further into the apartment. “So, she spent the night,” she starts once you’ve joined her at the table. You nod as you unwrap your burger. “Is that progress or was that the last time?” 

You sigh and think while you chew your food. “I don’t know. With her… it’s hard to tell what is in my head and what is true.” 

She nods and plays with her fries a bit, “What’s in your head right now?”

You shrug and take a sip of the soda you got, “That she truly loves me and that she wants us to work and that she is going to tell her husband about us. That she will continue to fight for us when she does tell him.” The admission forms a lump in your throat and fills your body with doubt. None of that is true. Teddy asks what the truth is and you push your burger away from you. “I think I might have to end it. If our love is real, me walking away could prove that. Either we find our way back to each other when the time is right or… and as much as this pains me to say… we don’t.” 

Teddy reaches across the table and squeezes your hand. “It’s up to you,” she states, bringing no comfort or clarity. It wasn’t her job to do that, though it would have been nice. You knew where she stood in this situation. In her mind, you were only the getaway car for Leigh. Whatever relationship you built with Leigh wasn’t going to last forever. Part of you agreed with her but otherwise, you wanted to have hope that she could be proven wrong. The two of you finish your meals in silence and then get back to work. 

You don’t hear from Leigh that night or the next day or the day after that. She hadn’t made a promise that she was going to call you later but you still expected at least a text message. You thought that night she spent with you had meant as much to her as it did to you. She told you that she loved you and now she couldn’t bother to at least tell you that she was okay. Unless it was just her way of paying you for fixing her car. In that case, it made you feel cheap and used. You tried not to think of it like that. It was just a seduction technique when she said that’s what that was. 

Nonetheless, by the end of the third week when you haven’t heard back from her, you go out to a bar. You pick up the first girl that catches your attention, you fuck her in the back seat of her car, and you go home alone. Looking at yourself in the mirror the next day is a challenge but you need to move on from her. You’re almost certain she has moved on from you. Maybe with her husband or maybe with someone new. Someone who can handle a physical relationship without complicating it with feelings. You just wish she at least let you go before she did. So you could stop feeling like you had cheated on her. It puts you in a bad mood all day even though you feel justified in your actions. 

However, you don’t go out again and when a client flirts with you a few days later, you don’t reciprocate it. Teddy tells you to stop beating yourself up about it and encourages you to find someone new. Someone available. Then you remind her that the last time you took her advice, you took a creative writing class and ended up here. She points out that when she made that suggestion, getting involved with a married woman was never part of it. 

“Don’t blame me for your shitty life choices,” she says before she leaves the building for the day. You shake your head and start closing up the shop. It was then that the ringtone you had set for a specific person rings for the first time in what feels like forever. 

Your heart picks up and you look at the name on the contact. You blink a couple of times to assure yourself that it’s real. Then you quickly answer. “Hello,” you fumble on your greeting and make a face a yourself for sounding so stupid. 

“Hey,” she whispers, “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to contact you again.” 

“I figured that you decided to commit to your husband,” you respond, not wanting to dance around the truth anymore. 

The line goes quiet and you wonder if she hung up on you but when you look at the screen, the numbers on the call continue to rise. You put the phone back to your ear and wait for her to say something. As she continues to be quiet, you climb up the stairs so you can sit down while you wait for her. Debating whether or not you should hang up on her since she clearly doesn’t care to stay for a half decent conversation with you. 

“I chose you,” she states a bit louder this time, no longer whispering. 

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you reply in a short tone. Tired of being strung along. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry about that,” she says sincerely. “I just,” she sighs. “I’ve been focusing on me at the moment, because in order to be with you I have to do that. I have to focus on me and on my happiness and on getting out of my marriage.” Guilt starts to creep in on you but had she told you any of this before she practically ghosted you without a warning, you would have been more understanding. You might have waited. 

“I slept with someone,” you say, not knowing what else to say. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong,” you take a breath to gather your words to express your frustration. “You left without another word and never responded to my texts so I figured I would move on from you and I slept with someone. It wasn’t good and I couldn’t get you out of my mind… I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You’re not entitled to it but… I don’t know, I thought I should be honest with you. At least.” 

The call ends as your rambling does, you scoff to yourself and drop the device on the coffee table in front of you. Maybe it's finally over, the thought brings no relief. Only more heartache. But then your phone lights up with a notification. The message just says, “Let me in.” Confused, you get up and open the door. Finding no one around, you hurry down the stairs to open the entrance to the shop door. 

“Leigh?” you call out to the darkness. She comes into the light and your heart fills with relief at the sight of her. But then it tightens painfully and tears spring to the back of your eyes. “You’re here,” you say with surprise. 

“I’m here,” she says as she starts to undo the belt around her trench coat. “I’m here for you,” she starts working on the buttons. Knowing where this was headed, you put your hand over hers and shake your head to stop her. 

“I can't, Leigh,” your voice cracks as you keep your gaze low, unable to look her in the eye. Because the both of you know that you're lying. You can and you want to, so badly. But you have to push her away. You have put a stop to this. Otherwise you're sure you'll go insane waiting around for her when she inevitably disappears from you again. 

“I left him,” she says but you don't look at her yet. You don't want to know what she looks like when she lies to you because it doesn’t feel like the truth. “We still need to have the papers drawn up but I left him. When I went home after that night he told me that he was in love with someone else and—”

“So you didn't leave him,” you sigh, slightly disappointed. “He left you,” you remove your hand from hers. Before this, you already questioned whether or not she really loved you. This brings it to a whole other level of uncertainty. 

“No,” Leigh steps closer, “I left him. I moved out. I'm living with my mom right now because I couldn't stay there anymore. I chose you!” She takes your hand and you let her but you don’t close your fingers around her. You’re not ready to let her win this one. Not yet, at least. Not when she has left you hanging for months. She can’t just come back and expect you to accept her with open arms. Not when she hurt you the way she did. Not when she made you believe she really loved you, then didn’t contact you once afterwards. Had she taken a second to let you know that she was busy or that things have been hectic and she will update you when she can, you might have been more willing to hear her out right now. But you’ve been going insane with scenarios of what could be happening to her and thinking that you did something to drive her away. 

You lift your head and look out to the street where other businesses were. Several of them are still open. You could see other people and wonder if their lives were easier than this. You almost wish you could trade places with them. None of them know Leigh, none of them have been hurt by her. None of them had to think about her everyday. “What would you have done had he not told you about his affair? Would you have told him about yours that day? Have you told him?”

“I… I don't know what I would have done. I might've waited a little longer before telling him. But that–” 

“So he knows about us?” You finally look at her and you can see the gears turning in her head. You know the answer before she says it. 

“Well, no, but what does it matter now? My marriage is finally over! We can have this,” she gestures between the two of you and tries to pull you closer by your hand but she is only able to pull your hand to her chest. Instead of being discouraged, she puts your hand flat against her chest where her heart beats. “We can really have this. Isn't that enough?”

In truth, you want it to be. You want the love to be enough but you don’t know that when she leaves here in the morning that she will return. Even a little text message. And without that small piece of trust… nothing will be enough to make this work. “How do I know that you mean it? How do I know that you’re not just using me because you feel bad right now? How do I know that this is as real for you as it is for me?”  

Leigh places her hand on your cheek and, against your  better judgment, you lean into her touch. Her hand is a little cold but the warmth of your cheek warms it up. “I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” she drops the hand she held hostage so she can have both of her hands on your face. “Please,” her pleading tone creates a lump in your throat. “Please let me love you. Please be patient with me. Please give me one more chance,” she pulls your forehead against hers and closes her eyes. She doesn’t try to kiss you because she knows that will lead you to believe this is only sexual for her. Instead she holds you to show you that this is intimate. That she feels what you feel and your heart can’t help but reach out for her. You place your hands on her hips and bring her in for a tight embrace. She follows your lead and removes her hands from your face to wrap her arms around your shoulders.

After a few more minutes of standing outside you step out of the hug and invite her inside to your apartment. She kisses your cheek as she accepts and lets you lead the way. Once you’ve locked the doors and brought her into your home you ask if she wants to take her coat off after the both of you remove your shoes and she blushes as she hesitates. “What?” You ask. 

“Um, I had a very different idea of how this night would play out. I think it’s best that I keep this on,” she says as she sits on the couch. 

“Are you completely naked under that?” A slow smirk curls your lips as you ask.

Leigh crosses and uncrosses her legs as she shifts nervously under your amused gaze. “Technically, we’re all completely naked under our clothes.” 

You can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out of you as you join her on the couch. You put your arm around her and gently undo the tie up belt on her coat. “How did you think this night was going to play out?”

She watches your every move carefully so she can know what she is allowed to do. But the energy shift makes her feel safe enough to do exactly what she wanted to do when she got in the car to get here. “I could tell you, but I think it would be better to show you,” she stands up and stands in front of you as she opens up the coat to reveal her red lingerie and her smooth skin. The coat falls to the floor as you find it hard to breathe. Leigh only makes it tougher as she straddles your lap. “I missed you,” she whispers against your lips, without kissing you. 

You reach out to touch her but she pushes your hand away and shakes her head. She adjusts her position so that your thigh is pressed up against her pussy. She starts to rub herself against your thigh and you have to bite your lip to keep from touching her. Then she makes a satisfied noise and you can’t help but try to kiss her. Which makes her rise up and take a couple steps back. Seeing her arousal on soaking her underwear makes your mouth water, knowing how good she tastes. You let out a frustrated sigh through your nose. “Are you trying that power play bullshit?” You repeat the words she said to you the last time that the two of you were together. 

Leigh hooks her thumbs through the straps of her panties, “Maybe I wanted to give you something special. You deserve a special night my love.” As she talks, she shimmies out of her red panties and instead of leaving the garment on the floor she turns around to give you a full view of her bare ass as she bends over and picks it up. You have to stop yourself from falling to your knees and burying your face in her pussy. She spins on her heels again and teases you with her panties. She tosses it at you but that’s not what you want. It’s her. It’s all of her. 

You no longer remember what air is as you watch her so closely. Leigh enjoys your hungry gaze. To reward you, she slips two of her fingers between her folds to collect her juices. She makes you think that she is going to put her fingers in your mouth but instead she lightly touches your bottom lip, leaving some of her arousal behind, then sucks her own fingers. Lost in the moment you slowly run your tongue along your lip to savor the taste. Never taking your eyes off of her. When she is done, she removes her bra and climbs on your lap again. She runs her nails through your hair as the two of you gaze into each other's eyes. Having her body so close to yours and not being able to touch her was driving you crazier than when she wouldn’t talk to you because she is right here, available to you and she is making you wait even longer.

“Please,” you finally begin to beg. “Please, Leigh, I need to touch you. I need you, baby, I need you so bad.” 

She stops playing with your hair and she leans in for a kiss, “Then have me.” 

No longer restraining yourself, you eagerly meet her lips with yours and place your hands on the sides of her abdomen. As you kiss her, you move your hands all over her body. On her thighs, her ass, her breasts, everywhere. Leigh does the same, she starts grabbing at your clothing, trying to undress you. Feeling hot, you break the kiss to pull your shirt off and then quickly try to unbuckle your belt and undo your jeans fast enough but you want to focus on her so much more than your clothing. Leigh grabs your hands to make you stop and when you don’t she calls your name which snaps you out of your trance. “What?” You look at her breathlessly. 

“Slow down, Y/n. There’s no need to rush, I’m not going anywhere,” she promises and you are hit with that reality. She is staying, she doesn’t have anywhere else to be for once. You nod and take a breath to get some oxygen to your brain. “I’m yours,” she says as if she can read your mind and knows that you need to hear that. “I’m all yours,” she repeats. You kiss her again, this time slower than before. You press your naked chest against hers and enjoy the feel of her skin against yours. You weave your fingers through her soft brown hair and then you gently remove her from your lap and place her on the seat beside you.

You fully pull your pants and underwear off and kick them to the ground. You stand up and you toss your socks on your pile of clothes. “Come on,” you hold your hand out for her. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She takes your hand and the two of you practically skip to your bedroom. 

The next day, you don’t have much time to be with her. Your alarm goes off, waking the both of you and you find out that you have to drive her home because she revealed to you that she used one of the car apps to get to the shop. You were shocked that she did that while wearing what she wore last night. She gets dressed and you throw on something quickly to get her home so that you have time to shower before work. When you are saying goodbye, a part of you is thinking that it’s going to happen again. That she isn’t going to keep the promises that she made to you last night. That you’re going to text her later and be met with no response from her. 

“Can I call you later?” She asks after she kisses you one last time. 

“Yeah,” you say, pretending to be cool and not showing how excited you are. 

“Okay,” she grins at you. “I love you,” she says.

“I love you too,” you mirror her expression. Leigh steps out of your truck and you laugh as you watch her run up the steps of her mom’s house. 

Things run smoothly for a few weeks. You text each other good morning and goodnight everyday. You talk on the phone for at least an hour at night. You take her on a couple of dates in another town to avoid running into people she knows, so she doesn’t have to feel like she has to explain herself. Then one morning, she doesn’t respond with a sweet good morning message. You give her a call at the usual time and she doesn’t pick up or call you back. You force yourself to sleep without her goodnight text. 

Unsettled, you’re not sure if you’re supposed to spam her with messages to let her know that whatever she is going through, she doesn’t have to do it alone. You want to let her know that you’re there for her in any way possible. You want to hear from her. You need to know that she is okay. But you stop yourself from sending her those kinds of messages and trust that she will come back to you when she is ready. You read through the messages from the past few weeks to see if you said the wrong thing or misinterpreted something from her. Maybe she was letting you know that she didn’t really want you anymore and you didn’t see it. Maybe she fell out of love with you and you were so blind with excitement that you didn’t pick up on it. Maybe, maybe, maybe… 

You fall asleep reading her last message that says she loves you and couldn’t wait for the date that Saturday. The next few days, you force your mind to shut off so that you can focus on work and trust that when you go to her mom’s house on Saturday night, she will be ready for you to pick her up. Teddy notices you spinning out again and she is tired of watching you put yourself through this again. She wanted to do something about it. She wanted to grab you and shake you out of it but she knew that she had to stay out of it. If she tried to intervene not only you would you hate and hurt her, but you could end up doing something stupid because of it. So, instead of telling you what she thinks about Leigh and the way she treats you, she makes sure that you don’t eat lunch alone. She even stays for dinner a couple of nights. And avoids talking about Leigh at all costs. But she contributes to distracting your mind and trying to get you to laugh. 

Then the time comes for you to go pick up Leigh. You text her one last time to see if she’ll respond and when she doesn’t you’re uncertain if you should show up. But you do. You drive to her mothers house and nervously adjust your tie with a bouquet of flowers as you ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer the door. 

When someone does, it’s not who you were waiting for. It was her sister that you’ve seen in a few pictures from Leigh’s social media profiles. “You need to go,” Jules says as she keeps the door close to her. 

“What happened?” You ask as your heart drops. 

“She can’t see you anymore. You have to leave,” she states more firmly. 

“Please, I just need to talk to her. I just need to hear it from her.” 

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did! Do you get off on seeing my sister in pain?” This time she grabs the bouquet and throws them to the ground and stomps on the flowers. “Leave!” 

Hearing her sister be so demanding, Leigh rushes to the front of the house where she sees your confused expression just above her sisters’ head. “Oh no,” she says under her breath. “Jules!” She calls out and she pulls her sister away from the door. “It’s fine,” she says. Knowing that this will contradict the story she told her family. “It’s fine,” she repeats and tears spring to her eyes as she sees you standing there looking more hurt than she has ever seen you before. “Can you give us some privacy?” She asks her sister. 

“Have you lost your mind already? Have the–”

“Jules! Please, just give us some privacy!” Leigh demands. 

Jules huffs and she glares at you as she walks away. You nervously clear your throat as Leigh steps out of the house and closes the front door behind her. “I-I brought you flowers but, um, your sister hates me for some reason so they’re on the floor.” You point to the crushed flowers that Leigh closed the door on. It was quite the image. Kind of what you think your heart might look like after the way Leigh has treated it. “What’s happening, Leigh?” 

Leigh licks her lips as she thinks of what to say but she is so afraid to tell you. It was hard enough to tell her family. Looking at her life, she felt so messy and not at all herself. But she had to tell you eventually. She wished that you were the type of person she painted you to be in her family’s eyes. The person that left her when she told you. So she could deal with this on her own. So that you wouldn’t actually leave her and that she could leave you and have it hurt less for her. She could handle ending things with you on her terms. She’s not sure she would be okay with you abandoning her.  

With a deep breath, she looks to her twisted fingers and says, “I’m pregnant.” She never considered that you would hug her and choose to stay.

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[stevesbipanic]

Season 1 Steve meets season 4 steve

And boy does he have questions

This is weird. Steve was almost 100% sure he fell asleep at Eddie's last night. They'd gone to a bar with Robin and Nancy and he had crashed with Eddie which he'd done almost every night these days. So how did he end up in his room at his parents house?

He can hear someone downstairs, so maybe Steve had gotten confused and they'd gone to Steve's? Steve didn't think he'd been that drunk to forget that. Maybe Eddie was making him breakfast? That was sweet of him, with a smile he got out of bed and trudged downstairs to the kitchen.

"What the fuck!"

Steve had barely rubbed the sleep from his eyes before his eardrums were assaulted by a very familiar voice. Wait a minute, he can't possibly be hearing the voice.

He looks up and there in the kitchen, looking very alarmed and holding a knife, is him, at 16 years old.

"I shouldn't even be surprised at this point," Steve's grumbles as he moves past a very confused young Steve and pours himself some coffee.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"C'mon Steve you haven't had all those concussions yet, can't you recognise this pretty face?"

"You're me?"

"The one and only!"

"But but how!?"

Steve sighs, "Well what's today's date?"

"December 2nd 1983."

"Oh good so you've seen the crazy shit, that'll make this easier. Look stuff gets worse, a lot worse before it gets better, and either this is a brain bleed from all my concussions or another weird Upside Down thing, hell maybe you're Vecna back from the dead I don't know, Dustin probably would know,"

"Who's Dustin? Who's Vecna? You mean there's more of those fucking monsters around? Am I safe? Is Nance safe?"

"Oh right you're still with Nancy. Yeah yeah she's safe don't worry, well I assume her and Robin got home safe. Dustin is your little brother, no not biologically thank god our parents don't need more kids to fuck up, but he's super smart, a brat but you're gonna love him. Vecna is like a super creepy dude that's kinda causing everything but he should be dead, I think, probably."

"I break up with Nancy?"

"That's what you take from that? Look Nancy breaks up with you, it's rough, it's going to fuck you up for awhile but you'll be ok, just stop being bullshit ok? Like seriously drop the King Steve stuff it's so tiring."

"Ok um fuck, FUCK. What are you even wearing dude? Is this really what I become?"

Steve looks down at what he'd slept in last night, ah that's going to be a bit rough to take in.

"So um, Steve, kiddo, me.... Do you know Eddie Munson?"

"That freak senior yeah?"

"Well. This is his shirt."

Young Steve's eyes widen, "Why are you wearing Munson's shirt."

"Ok so you know those times you've looked at the guys in the locker room, turns out that's not what straight guys generally do..."

"What the fuck do you mean! I'm not gay dude!"

"I know that. You're bisexual, don't worry there's tears but Robin explains everything. Oh Robin you're going to love her, she's your best friend, an actual best friend this time."

"So what I'm dating Eddie the Freak?"

"Yep, and let me te you he lives up to that name, fucks you real nice,"

"I LET HIM FUCK ME!?"

"Total bottom, but don't worry you'll have all these revaluations in time."

Young Steve looks like he's going through the five stages of grief all at once.

"Look all this is very tiring for me, so I'm going to go back to bed, if you're not here when I wake up, just remember what I said alright?"

Young Steve nods slightly and Steve takes this as enough before heading back up to his room. He lays down and closes his eyes before waking up to a much better sight.

"Hey sweetheart, get a good sleep?"

"I had the weirdest dream..."

#such a fun prompt #tyyy #stranger things #steve harrington #season 1 steve #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #steddie #brief ronance #King Steve #steddie ficlet #ficlet

[limedane21]

It's God's Will [Vash x Reader][1/3]

Word Count: ~3.5k Description: The gang wakes up after a night of celebration. Problem is no one remembers the night and there might have been a wedding? A/N: Lowkey a crackfic but it got out of hand. No Roberto, he didn’t fit into the story so he isn’t in this one lol. [Part 2] [Part 3]

You didn’t want to wake up, willing yourself back into the dream you were slowly rousing from. You haven’t had such a nice dream in a while, even as you realized how actually bizarre it was as you replayed it in your head. Wolfwood was officiating you and Vash’s wedding with Meryl being the only attendee, cheering on from the church benches. Your bed was so comfortable and the sun warming you just right, you could almost imagine Vash lying behind you as you pretended the dream was real.

Sadly you aren’t able to stay asleep so you opened your eyes. You were in a hotel room you had no recollection of getting into the night before. It was very musty with a good amount of dust and rusted metal. In front of you was another bed, untouched, with a dresser between. The sun shone through the only window above the dresser, casting light on the floor where you saw your pack and boots and a very familiar-looking red coat.

Suddenly you felt a breath behind you making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You cautiously turned your head over to see Vash, facing you as he slept on his stomach. You blinked trying to distinguish memory, reality, and dream. You slowly flipped over and spotted the ring on Vash’s finger. Your confusion grew as you looked to your own hand to see you too had a ring. They were both clearly part of a pair with red inlays that decorated the simple gold bands.

You had to figure out what happened last night. All you know for certain is that after everyone saved the town from a gang overlord, the townsfolk treated you to a party where everyone got wasted. And there might have been a wedding? Not wanting to explain that if you had to, you slipped off your ring. You carefully grasped Vash’s hand and slowly removed his ring. His fingers twitched and you knew your time was short. Once the ring was off, you quickly left the bed.

You and Vash were still wearing your clothes from the night before and with all your stuff on the floor you imagined you and Vash probably immediately went to bed. You stared at the rings in your hand, questions floating in your head. The weirdness of your dream could be explained by the alcohol, so does that mean it did happen? Will anyone remember? Is Wolfwood even certified to perform weddings?

You heard Vash take a deep inhale and start to move in the sheets. Panicking, you quickly messed up the sheets on the other bed, hiding the rings in your hand behind you as you sat on said bed.

When you looked back to Vash, he was yawning, his eyes fluttering open.

“Morning,” you greeted, sticking the rings in your back pocket, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm, yeah,” Vash smiled, sketching out, “I had a really nice dream.”

You couldn’t help but smile back at Vash’s cute face, “That’s good.”

You took a look out the window as you heard Vash sit up. It looked to be late morning or early afternoon.

“What about you?” Vash yawned.

“Oh, I slept well—” You turned back to Vash, your eyes widening.

Vash’s prosthetic arm was mostly missing, everything from the elbow down was gone. He looked at you confused before following your eye line. Lifting the missing arm, he just stared at it, probably trying to remember where it was.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You prompted.

“I remember drinking,” Vash said before putting his hand behind his head as he turned to you smiling, “But that’s about it. You?”

You shook your head until you are a hundred percent sure what happened you will not bother Vash with the maybe-not-a-dream wedding, “Not really. I only remember early in the night. Mostly just us drinking at the bar and you had your arm then.”

Vash hummed before suddenly paling. You lept up, knowing that was Vash’s ‘I had too much to drink’ face. You grabbed his mostly missing arm as he put a hand over his mouth. You made it to the bathroom in time and left to give Vash some privacy. You quickly found a small bag to store the rings in and hid them at the bottom of your pack as Vash emptied his stomach.

“How about you relax in bed for a bit while I get you some breakfast?” you said as he walked back into the room.

Vash sat down on his bed, “Yeah, maybe see if the others are up and know anything?”

“I’ll see,” you grabbed your boots and sat next to Vash as you put them on, “Though I don’t even know if we are all in the same hotel. I just hope we paid for this and didn’t just barge into a random room and fell asleep.”

Vash laughed which made you smile, you were hoping to keep his spirits up. 

You stood up and waved at Vash, grabbing your pack, “I’ll be back soon. Take it easy.”

You exited the room and looked down both ways down the hall. You really don’t remember getting here. You turned right and walked to the end of the hall. Luckily there was a staircase you went down and walked to the clerk.

“Morning,” you greeted.

“Oh god it's you,” the clerk replied.

You paused, “Uh… I’m sober now? Please tell me I paid for the room, if not—”

“No, no you did,” your shoulders relaxed, “But your whole group could barely form a sentence. I was shocked you all could get to your rooms.”

“Oh so everyone’s here?” that made things easier, “Has anyone else come down yet?”

“Nope,” the clerk shook his head, “You’re the first.”

“When did we come in?” you needed to get some sure of timeline started.

“About five am,” he replied.

You nodded and bid the clerk a good day before heading out into the morning sun. You put your hand over your eyes, you may not get as hungover as everyone else but your eyes still didn’t like how bright the sun was. You decided to go to the last place you remembered, the bar. There weren’t a lot of people out as you walked, probably because of the big party that happened the night before. 

The bar was a mess when you entered. Many of the chairs and tables were overturned and puddles of you didn’t even want to know littered the floor. You saw the bartender from yesterday cleaning glasses behind the counter so you walked up to her.

“Morning, Y/N,” she smiled as you approached, “I hope you aren’t too ill. Seems like everyone else is.”

You chuckled, “Nah, I’m fine. I do have some questions though.”

“Oh? I hope they aren’t hard ones,” the bartender replied.

You leaned up on the counter, “Depends. Do you remember what happened last night? Specifically me and my friends?”

“Ah, well. You all stayed here for a while, drinking. Drinking a lot. The undertaker would come and go later in the night. Honestly, around one AM your whole group disappeared, no one knew where y’all went. We just assumed you and your friends went to the hotel.” the bartender said, “Oh, I do remember that little reporter taking a lot of photos that night, maybe they’ll have the answers to your questions?”

You felt your eyes light up in both happiness and dread. On one hand, you’ll learn if your dream was real (and you are believing more and more, it is) but on the other, you don’t want the others to remember. You and Vash were good friends sure, but you didn’t know if he felt anything more like you do. And you certainly didn’t want to ruin what you have. But on the other, other hand, you really needed to find where Vash’s arm went.

You thanked the bartender and went back outside. You figured you would talk to Meryl about the photos later. You doubted she got them developed while blackout drunk. You found a small sandwich shop and ordered a few for you and Vash. On your way back, you see a dark figure stumbling around on the porch outside the hotel. It was Wolfwood. 

“I see you lived,” you said, walking up to him as he pulled out a smoke.

He just grunted in return.

You didn’t want to ask but you had to, “Do you remember anything from last night?”

His brows furrowed, “Not really, I remember the bar.”

You pressed your lips together, how did the majority of your group just lose several hours, “Well, Vash is missing his arm so if you remember anything that’ll be helpful.”

His eyes widened, “Needle-noggin lost his arm?” he laughed, “That idiot. Wait, you’ve seen him?”

You definitely didn’t like the glint in the priest’s eyes, “Yes, I’ve seen him,” you tersely replied before heading into the hotel, trusting you’ll get nothing more from the undertaker.

“Hey, wait for me” he called out, following you.

You found your hotel room and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Vash called from inside.

“Wait a minute,” Wolfwood started, “How do you know what room Vash is in?”

You ignored him as you opened the unlocked door and walked through it.

“Ohhhh, I see,” Wolfwood smirked as he walked in with you.

You turned around and glared at him to shut up which thankfully he did if only to grin at you, signaling he wasn’t done messing with you. Vash was sitting up in bed already.  It was weird not seeing the prosthetic. You sat next to him and pulled out one of the sandwiches, unwrapping it and handing it to Vash. He immediately started scarfing it down.

“Careful, you wouldn’t want you to throw up again,” you cautioned as you unwrapped your own sandwich.

“So,” Wolfwood started, leaning against the far wall with his cross, “How’d you lose your arm, Needle-noggin?”

“I don’t remember,” Vash replied, peeking inside the bag you put on your lap and grabbing another sandwich.

“Does anyone remember last night?” Wolfwood asked, crossing his arms.

Vash was struggling to unwrap the sandwich so you set aside yours and took it, unwrapping it for him. He smiled and muttered a quick ‘thank you’ before digging in.

You turned back to Wolfwood and shrugged, “Maybe Meryl? She’s the only one who I haven’t seen yet.”

With that, a loud slam of a door sounded in the hall outside you and Vash’s room. Everyone’s heads turned and Wolfwood pushed off the wall and walked over to see what was going on outside.

“Oh hey, Wolfwood,” you heard Meryl’s voice outside the room.

You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation as you finished your sandwich. You glanced over at Vash, to find him looking at you. You were immediately lost in his blue eyes before noticing his bedhead. His hair was going in every which direction so you ran your fingers through it, hoping to fix it. It didn’t help much but Vash hummed contently, his eyes closing.

Meryl and Wolfwood returned to the room and snickered at you and Vash. You just glared as Vash waved to the two.

“Hello, Meryl!” he said.

“Where the hell did your arm go?” Meryl asked, pointing at Vash’s missing arm, apparently that wasn’t part of the conversation outside.

“Uh, I lost it?” Vash laughed, rubbing the back of his head, “Do you remember anything?”

Meryl facepalmed before answering, “No… Most of last night is lost to me.”

“Great so everyone got blackout drunk,” Wolfwood said, sitting on the bed across from you and Vash.

“I already asked the bartender this morning if she knew what happened,” you explained what you found out, “She said we left at one am and the clerk downstairs said we checked in at five. Which means we are missing quite a few hours.”

Everyone was silent as they were trying to remember those hours. Vash was peeking into the sandwich bag again.

“Hey, Meryl,” she turned to you, “The bartender said you took a lot of photos, do you have the film?”

“It should be in my room,” Meryl said, “Do you think there’s a development place in town?”

“There’s one,” Vash looked around for a second before pointing in a random direction, “That way.”

Meryl clasped her hands together, “Great, you can go and drop the film off. I need to write a report on what happened last night with the whole gang thing.”

With that, Meryl spun around and left the room. Vash was back digging into the bag, pulling out the last sandwich. He stared at it lost for a second before you plucked it out of his hand and started unwrapping it. This one was yours but you can get a snack later. At least Vash is eating, you reasoned.

“Are you well enough to go out?” you asked him, handing the unwrapped sandwich back to him.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” Vash replied, taking a big bite into his now third sandwich.

“Now you’re making me hungry,” Wolfwood commented, getting up from the bed, “I’m going to find something to eat. Let me know how that arm hunt goes.”

As Wolfwood left, Meryl returned with the film in hand and handed it to you, “Let me know as soon as you find anything, alright? My room number is 221.”

“Will do,” Vash replied, as you put the film roll into your pack.

“Thanks, bye," With that Meryl left, leaving your room door open.

You shook your head and got up from the bed, grabbing Vash's boots that were scattered on the floor. You set them in front of Vash and helped him put them on, lightly smacking his hand away when he tried to do it himself.

"I'm pretty useless without my arm, aren't I?" Vash said with a sad smile on his lips.

"That's not true," you immediately replied, you hated when Vash would get all self-loathing, "I'm just helping you out since you had a rough morning. Besides, I need you to show me where the film development place is."

"It hasn’t been that bad of a day, " Vash countered, "Waking up with you sl—" he cut himself off.

"Hmm?" You prompted, finishing off tying his boots and looking up at him.

"Ah, nothing," Vash wasn’t looking at you, "It's nothing."

Vash was hiding something but you decided not to press. He may not be good at hiding things but if he decided not to say something you’ll never get it out of him. You stood up and grabbed Vash's coat off the floor, patting off the dirt and dust. Vash got up from the bed and let you slip it on. While you slung your pack over your shoulder, Vash took his glasses off the dresser and put them on, grabbing his own pack.

You both checked out at the front desk and made your way outside. The truck was parked nearby and Vash went, putting his pack in the back. He returned to your right side, his eyes squinting in the sun. His hair glowed in the sunlight and you became entranced as you looked at him. He noticed you staring and smiled at you. You smiled awkwardly back, embarrassed you were caught. His left shoulder moved and confusion flashed across Vash’s face as he remembered his arm was gone. He then walked behind you to be at your left and took your hand in his. 

“Wha—”

“C’mon, let’s go,” Vash laughed, dragging you down the street.

“How far is the development place anyway?” you asked; you and Vash now matching pace, hands still together.

“Not too far,” Vash replied, “Say, what do you want to do while we wait?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I might get a snack soon since you ate one of my sandwiches.”

Vash’s left shoulder moved again and his expression soured a bit, “Sorry about that. You should have said something.”

“It’s fine,” you and Vash turned a corner, “I still have some double dollars left to splurge. Surprisingly, it wasn’t all spent on booze yesterday.”

“That’s good,” Vash stopped, “Oh, here we are.”

You looked up at the worn sign that read ‘Phillip’s Photography and more’. It was a smaller shop near the outskirts of town, mostly made of metal and sandstone. A bell rang as you pushed the door in, holding it open for Vash. The customer area only had a few chairs and the front desk and the walls were covered in photos. Behind the counter were several printers and a separate room for photo development. You walked up to the counter as an older man came from the back room, ink covering his apron.

“Hello,” you greeted, pulling out the film from your pack, “I was hoping you could develop this film as soon as possible.”

“Hmm,” the man looked at the film roll, “There’s a fee for rush orders.”

“Ah, please,” Vash whined, “Those photos could help me find my arm and we aren’t exactly made of money here.”

The man looked up, his serious expression changing in an instant, “Oh my, I didn’t realize our savior was here. Of course, I’ll get this film developed in fifteen minutes, no charge.”

Before you or Vash could respond the man rushed into the back. You turned to Vash.

“Just give people the puppy eyes and they’ll give you anything,” you commented.

Vash smiled nervously, his hand on the back of his head, “I just didn’t want you to pay the fee.”

A bang on the window behind you made you jump. Vash and you saw several children waving. Vash waved back and walked out to greet them. You stood at the doorway as the children excitedly talked to Vash about everything and anything.

“Hey, what happened to your arm,” one of the children noticed the loose sleeve.

“I seemed to have lost it last night,” Vash said before kneeling to their level, “Say, do you think you can look around and see if you can find it? I’ll get you all some ice cream if you are able to find it.”

The children immediately became detectives and started the search, splitting off in every direction and recruiting more to the search party.

“It’s going to be a lot of ice cream if they find it,” you said.

Vash made an eek sound before turning back to you, “I didn’t think that through.”

You sighed, the puppy eyes working on you, “I’ll cover it. I just hope it’s in town and not buried in the sand somewhere.”

“What do you think happened anyway?” Vash asked.

You both returned inside and sat on the chairs.

“Well,” you started, figuring how to word it right, “none of us had any wounds. Other than the missing arm,” you quickly added, “So no fights. We might have just partied at some other location. If we find it, that could give us some clues.”

Vash looked at his hand, “It must have been one hell of a party,” he laughed.

You chuckled, “Yeah, the best ones are the ones you don’t remember the next day.”

Several minutes passed as you and Vash waited for the photos. You occasionally saw a child run by the store. Vash had gotten bored and started looking at the photos that littered the walls. You closed your eyes and lightly napped.

You heard the shop owner walk over, “It looks like one of your friends had your arm, Mr. Vash.”

 You immediately swung your legs as you got out of your seat and walked to the counter. The shop owner held the photo he was referencing and an envelope with the rest. Plucking the envelope out of his hand, you looked at the photo the owner held out to Vash, who took it and angled it so you both could see it.

The photo was of the group still at the bar, you and Vash were front and center, smiling at the camera with drinks in your hands. In the background, Wolfwood held Vash’s arm above his head, saying something. Clearly, Vash didn’t care that his arm was either stolen or given to the priest.

Vash chuckled, “Do you think Wolfwood remembers what he did with it?”

You shook your head, “I have no idea, maybe showing him the image will jog his memory?”

Before Vash could reply, the gaggle of children busted in and started yelling and grabbing onto Vash’s coat.

“We found it! We found it!” the children yelled, “C’mon, follow me, follow me!”

“Hey, wait a second,” Vash handed you the photo as he tried to keep the children from dragging him out the door, “Y/N!”

“I’ll catch up with you,” you called back, “Go get your arm.”

“Okay, I’ll see—” Vash was dragged out the door before he could finish.

You sighed in relief; you couldn’t have timed it better yourself.

“Congratulations by the way,” the shop owner said, winking at you.

[Part 2] [Part 3]

#vash x reader #vash x gn!reader #vash x you #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash

[redamoureux]

─ Romantic Homicide

Emesis Blue Soldier Short Scenario

• genre: romantic

( # warnings ; SPOILERS, hurt/comfort, trauma, mild hallucination, mention of character death, implied timeloop, inconsistent timeline, ooc (?)

─ a/n: been kinda fonding over soldier lately, and after watching emesis blue i gotta write this, man deserves some comfort, also the ending is a little rushed so it might sucks :'D

Enlighten me, my dear

Why am i still here?

The rain pitter-pattered steadily on the window as you continue typing away on your computer, staring at the screen while occasionaly glancing at the keyboard to ensure you click on the right keycap.

You were too concentrate on writing your report that you didn't hear the door creaked open as a figure lightly closes it back and slowly walks past the other desks, approaching your section.

As if by chance, you pause typing midway a sentence, feeling a presence behind you. Your eyes widen slightly as you continue to stare at the screen, a shadow faintly appears behind your reflection.

Before you could act on your fight or flight instinct, a pair of hands grabs roughly onto your shoulder and a voice booms almost right next to your ear. "BOO!!" You screamed and instantly got up to try to fight off the intruder, almost losing your balance and groaning a little due to bumping onto your desk, dropping papers and whatnot. With a little struggle you turned to face the intruder, ready to fight for your life─ yet instead you were met with a cackling soldier.

You confusingly blink a few times before you made a knowing face and you let out a sigh of relief, allowing your shoulder to drop.

"Heheh, i got you good didn't i?" Soldier comments, still laughing. At that you let out of another sigh and gave him a small smile. "Yeah, yeah, right you did."

Soldier gave a last chuckle and calming down before he peers at the computer screen behind you and sees your yet to be done draft document. "What are you workin' on?" He questions, pointing at the screen. You turned your head a little to take a glimpse at what he is pointing at before looking back at him. "Oh, it's just some reports that i need to submit to the chief tomorrow." Soldier nods while making a small cognize sound as a reply.

"So uh, what are you doing outside here in the middle night?"

"I woke up because i had a weird dream earlier. And i just wanted to check if anybody is still in the station." The conversation was abruptly interrupted by sizzling and gurgle-like sound coming from a coffee machine placed on a nearby cabinet, which took both of your attentions. Soldier walk towards the machine, taking a plastic cup before pouring in the coffee. "Ah wait, that belongs to my-" you try to object to which soldier respond by sipping the coffee loudly. "-co-worker.."

"You said something?" You gave him a look but shrugged and decided to just brush it aside. You kneel down to pick up the things that dropped earlier, and shortly after he came next to you helping picking up the stationeries. As he checks around, from a distant, he notices a small envelope beneath the table and retrieves it before scanning the back and front of it.

As you're sorting out the papers, he places the envelope infront you, "beep, you have one new message." With a voice trying to imitate a robot. You stared at it before you took it and thanked him. You observe it briefly thinking it may be a letter from a colleague, but you became puzzled upon learning that the letter was something you've never seen or received before, yet it has your name on it. "What is it?" Soldier asks, seeing your confused look. "Oh it's nothing, i just don't remember ever getting this from anyone."

"Ohhh, maybe it's a letter from a ghost?" He jokingly said, making a hand gesture. You shaked your head, "Pft, obviously not silly. I must've forgotten about it somehow, I'll just look into it later." You put down the envelope and walked to the drinks cabinet and brew yourself a cup of matcha tea. While stirring the cup, soldier walks towards you holding the coffee pot on one of his hands and a plastic cup in the other. He tilted his head a little seeing your drink. "You like matcha tea?"

"Mhm, it helps me stay awake during overtime."

"I can't really understand why you enjoy that, it tastes bitter." "Have you ever tried it before?" "Yes of course i did."

"Well then, guess we simply have different taste in drinks." "Affirmative."

Drizzling slowly escalated into downpour ringing clearer as you both drink in silence before he says a trivial thing that led you two into a good deal of time of random talks and playful bickerings which ended up making you two stay at the office longer than intended.

I don't mean to be complacent with the decision you made, but why?

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Monday, October 21, 1968

1:43 AM

"─Increasing clouds, with a low round 26. Breezy wind between 15 and 20 mph. And a similiar day tomorrow with only a few patches of rain across the middle and southern side of the midlands with infrequent amounts of sunshine during the day."

"The same can be said for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday as the weather gradually improves with more sunshine and less cloud rains clouds hovering across the sky."

"However the temperatures increases significally over─"

The meteorologist was interrupted the poor radio reception signals caused by the storm and is swiftly replaced with static noises.

You stared tiredly at the cup of your favorite tea on your hand. Watching as small stirring formed in the drink, with your vague reflection staring back. You were briefly lost in a chain of thoughts as your mind think back about a certain someone.

You look up to stare at the dark and rainy view behind the window that was partly covered by the blinds. You bring the cup closer and drink slowly, the warm drink gradually soothes your nerves to which you let out a small sigh to. You look back at the window, expecting to have nothing much to look at.

Until Your whole body suddenly tense when your gaze fall upon a black figure stiffly standing in the rain.

Despite the fact you couldn't see their eyes, you could just feel it's intense stare.

You tried holding eye contact with it for as long as you could, not even blinking, fearing you might miss it. You're unsure what to do, as if on cue however, a car drove past in a fast speed, driving through a puddle and splashing them and within a bat of an eye, they were gone.

Quickly placing down your tea, you ran closer to the window opening the blinds so you could take a better view and placing one of your hands on the cold window. Looking left and right, checking spontaneously, you furrowed your brows slightly and pinch the bridge of your nose. Feeling a little foolish for thinking that there was anybody outside in the middle of a rainstorm.

You turn to look at the ticking clock on the wall, just realizing that it's already practically morning. Maybe it's the best to go home and take some sleep now.

In the back of my mind

You died

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Sunday, November 3, 1968

10:31 AM

"Code 8, request for backup to Lazarus Funerals chapel, Chief was shot and the culprit is getting away!"

"10-4, Affirmative. Help's on the way. Make sure to vacant the area and restraint anyone from coming near."

"─10-1, this 177, i wasn't be able to receive- what the hell is going on?"

"There had been several reports about an attack happening in Governor Jules Archibald's funeral and shortly after, a presumed assassin emerge from the coffin and starts shooting people."

"Hold on, isn't that where your friend was attending to?"

"You mean that bozo? Heard he was just tryna cause trouble for us."

You stayed quiet, gritting your teeth. stepping on the pedal harshly in silent anger, wanting to get over this as soon as possible.

Earlier on, you'd heard the breaking news announcing Jules Archibald's passing and shortly afterwards, an agent reached out to you informing about Jules's funeral. Though it was like he was essentially bringing up more about soldier. You weren't sure what that agent is up to, but your mind wasn't focusing on that as you were more concerned about jane.

Ever since he was assigned to work alongside a private detective, you two barely were be able to talk to each other. During a few of your calls with him, he'd always update you about his work with the detective and other sector.

Which you'd obviously be happy for him, if it wasn't for the fact how at times he'd sound questionably troubled. One time he'd tell you about a rather alarming task that he was told to undertake and when you question it later, he'd confusingly and jokingly ask you what you're talking about.

You've brushed it aside since he kept ensuring you that he was doing well.

But now your suspicion amplified with these recent events that just somehow has a tie led on jane. You really don't want to doubt him, yet in the back of your mind you just know that something bad is going on.

And you're determined to find out the truth.

At last, you've reached the location, practically abandoning your car and ignoring the rain as you ran to the street, seeing cars crashing to each other and several bodies laying around. You cringed internally at the sight as you kept running until you've reached the chapel.

You pant and slowed down as you saw some police officers who had also just arrived to examine the crime scene. While you became distracted at the bloody scene. Blood splattered on the wall against the podium table with a body laying beside the opened casket. Though you recover quickly and looked around the place hoping to see a familiar face, to no avail.

"Hey!" A annoyed voice called and you swiftly turn your head towards the man. "What are you doing? you look like a damn lost puppy, just what are you even looking for?"

"I was just searching for someone." "Well that person is likely dead now, not that i care much. Where are the rest of the unit? They are supposed to be here by now." "They're on their way, sir." The officer sigh obviously irritated. "Whatever. Make yourself useful and help the others outside or something." You lowly nodded and he walked past you while muttering in low tone.

You took as many evidences as you could get, checking for any cameras placed nearby that could possibly help and interrogate bystanders. One was be able to take pictures of one of the gunmen, and when you paid close attention, you were capable of seeing the other gunmen on some pictures. You stared at photographs in bewilderment as you constantly compare those with a clear picture of jane. Sure most of these are rather blurry but you couldn't exactly deny the resemblance between the two men.

You brought back the proofs and documents with you back to the office to begin dicussing with your co-workers and forming speculations. With this in mind, you decided to try to call jane, hoping that he in some way would answer. No respone. You tried once again. No respone.

You began dialing the number every now and then, yet it remain having the same result again and again. Numerous wanted posters of him was printed and plastered around the street.

Some time passed by, with little new informations discovered it's making it difficult for you to find out what really happended. Which over time has began pressuring you. You know that you couldn't stay forever doing this, so slowly you start to drop it little by little and try to continue with your life.

And i didn't even cry, no not a single tear

And i'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive

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Thursday, December 7, 1968

5:00 AM

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your sleep was suddenly interrupted as you groan and mindlessly extended your arm to reach the alarm, pushing every other thing aside. Finally slamming the noisy machine a few times to stop, you stayed in the same position for a moment and huff, forcing yourself to sit up straight with some struggles.

It's been a month since the incident with jane still on the loose. Some theorize that he must've somehow got killed one way or another because apparently they believed it shouldn't have taken this long for the authorities to find him, which you find clearly absurd.

You took a deep breath, deciding to stop thinking and let yourself to relax today. Starting your day with your usual routines and doing a few things such as cooking simple foods and preparing yet another cup of your favorite tea.

Pouring hot water into the cup while humming a melody, you placed down the kettle and sat down, drinking the tea.

When all of a sudden there was a few knocks on the front door that made you nearly choke on your drink and you look at the door. You weren't expecting anyone to come today, so this got your curiousity.

You stand before the door, your hand hesitatingly float just a few inches from the doorknob before finally turning open the door, making a click sound.

You weren't sure who you assume would come but certainly not-

"..Jane?"

You stared at the man infront you in utter disbelief.

He was also seemingly taken aback at your reaction, shifting to stand up straight on reflex. With wide eyes you look up and down at him, he's standing in a rather awkward way and wears his easily recognizable blue jacket which was smudged with some stains and dirts on it aswell as his helmet. You were still gawking before he spoke up almost lowly, "Hey.." giving a small wave.

As your mind is still processing everything, you moved yourself aside from the door as a silent gesture for him to come in. He steps inside as you look around the outside before locking the door again.

"Uh, you can take a look around a little first, i- need to do something real quick." You stammer still in disbelief. He nodded, seemingly acknowledging the awkward tension between two of you. You walk fast to the bathroom, closing the door as you lean on the door still feeling overwhelmed hence you're unsure how to react to his sudden appearance.

You gaze at the mirror and stare at your nervous reflection, listening to the faint mumurs of voices arguing in your head. You closed your eyes, frustrated and perplexed. After pondering for a little longer you decided that it's probably the best if you try to listen to jane's side of the story to really understand what ever is going now right now. You have a feeling there's going to be alot to unravel.

Going back to the living room, you found him staring at one of the picture frames hanging on the wall of you and your colleagues. Hearing the door click he spun around and you interject.

"Do you want me to get you another clothes?" You offered, and he took a last glance at the picture before nodding. You walked closer to him and hold out your hand and he takes off the jacket and hands it to you, then you toss it into the laundry hamper and went to fetch some unused clothes you had in store as precaution.

"Hey, Jane?" You called out, "I've prepare some hot water and towels for you to use in the spare room." You gave him the necessity and leading him to the said room.

You weren't sure if he had already ate breakfast yet, so just to be sure, while waiting you heat up and prepare the food you cooked earlier and washed the dirty clothes. After he returned you proffer to which he accepted and thanked you in a monotone voice before you two sat and eat in silent.

When you glanced up at him, you were met with a stoic and an almost emotionless face. He kept his gaze down and you could almost swear you never saw him blink.

Throughout the day, you two kept a distance. Occasionally he'd come up to you and ask some specific questions about your early life and friends which you hesitantly answered whilst choosing your words. In an attempt to lighten up the mood a little, you showed him several old collection of yours and recalling some good and bad memories, simultaneously engaging himself aswell.

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You drowsily walked down the corridor and yawned, feeling slightly annoyed having to get out of bed to get snack. The faint drizzling rain still audible from the outside.

Finally reaching the kitchen, you grabbed some random available ingredients you had in your fridge and without having to think much, you made a quick work with it.

Just as you sat down and began eating, your eyes suddenly landed on a shadowy figure sitting outside the porch. You tilted your head and took another bite of the snack before you stood up.

"Jane?" He suddenly turned stiff before he turns his head and sees you. "Oh, hello." He greeted.

"What are you doing outside? It's cold and it looks like it's about to rain any minute now." You asked, feeling a little worried. "Just enjoying the view is all." He answered. Your hands held loosely on the door as you thought for awhile, shifting your attention from him to the cloudy and dark sky before returning back to him.

"Hm. Well, i made a snack and uh, tea. Would you like some?"

"Sure."

You took the light food and drinks onto a small tray and carried it outside. You sat down next to him and placed the tray between the two of you and took your piece. He held the mug in his hand and looked at the content then pulled his eyes up from the drink to look at you munching on your snack. "Chamomile milk tea. It's good for relaxation." You remarked. He blinked and you added, "don't worry, it's pretty sweet."

Finally deciding to listen, he took a few sip and you watched as his eyes slowly lit up with delight at the taste. You sold a small laugh at his reaction as he drink more and let out a contented sigh. Still feeling sleepy while chewing on your food, your eyes and mind drifted off briefly. "I'm sorry."

Your eyes shot open at those two words, and you snapped your attention at jane. His gaze avoided yours and instead looked down at his mug. Waiting for a further explanation and given none, you frowned with confusion. What does he mean by that?

He open his mouth with no words coming out before closing his mouth again and letting out a tired heavy sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. Seemingly having a terrible mental debate over what to tell. You turn away a little and lowered your head, wondering and worrying to what had happen to cause such a change in him..

"I.. i'm not jane." He suddenly stated in a low voice.

At that, your head perked up and looked back at him, slightly raising one eyebrow and squinting. Feeling like you're given even more questions rather than answers. He checks for your reaction and took a deep breath, "i'm not him." He stated once again, firmly.

"I killed him."

A look of alarm appeared on your face as you continued to stare at him, mouth agape. Your cup almost fell off your grasp before he began talking again. "Conagher slaughterhouse. Jules. There was a copying machine. He.. there were numerous copies of him. And i destroyed it all." He paused. "And it was cold. That's.. that's what cyclops feels like." He stares at his hands, and you followed his gaze. His hand is visibly trembling. Air hitched in his throat the longer he stared thus he covered his face with his hands and sobbed.

Your face switched immediately to worry once again, and you slide closer to him by instinct and raised your hand to put it on his shoulder to provide little comfort.

"I'm sorry, i've been lying to you. I don't deserve your help. I've been making you worry too much for someone you love who's dead. Replaced by me, another cheap clone of endless one." Despite your disturbed self, you felt your heart crumble upon seeing his terrified face that was now visible as his helmet was slightly slid up.

A single tear rolled down his distress yet still stoic face and you gave him a side hug. He tensed up for a moment and words were stuck in his throat before closing his eyes and slowly accepting your gesture and hugging you tightly. You could hear his sniffling right above your ear, accompanied by warm tears that intensified dropping on your shoulder.

You weren't be able to fully comprehend the whole situation yourself. Your mind is still stunned by the newfound information that your friend who you had been searching for a lengthy time now, fell out to be a clone, and that the real one is already long gone. You could easily think this must've been some sort of sick joke or that he was seriously losing his mind.. yet, his trembling body in your arms holding you tightly struggles to convice you to believe that pointless idea.

"It's not your fault." You whispered under your breath. And the two of you sat there under the awning as the rain increases very so slightly. truthfully you never exactly liked the rain and so does he. But it's always raining.

I can't believe i had said it

But it's true

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INBETWEEN (PT 3)

Summary: You wake up, completely under the effect of your dream about comic characters, just to find out a new character has been added to DCU? Or has she always been there?

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Author's Note: Gosh, sorry for taking some time. This chapter was a pain in the ass, all i wanted was to write about sweet moments but god 😶‍🌫️ sorry about the typos, I'll fix them as soon as i can i promise, hope you like it my loves! thank you so much for the support! 💗

Warning: Some of the themes and contents written in this fic might be upsetting for some of the readers, read at your own risk. Some parts have strong language.

As you woke up with a throbbing pain in your head, you couldn't help but wonder if this would be a issue every time you tried to wake up normally. Frustrated, you cautiously opened your eyes, preparing for the brightness. The light made everything appear blurry, so you tried shading your eyes with your hands, but it didn't help much. Suddenly, a silhouette rushed towards you.

"You got me so worried! I can't believe you didn't took your medicine's today! I'm so angry at you" A slap out of worry hit your arm and made you more awake and more aware of your surroundings. You were in your house, with your best friend beside your bed. She must've taken you to your bed since the last thing you can recall was washing some dishes. The slippery and weird feeling in your hand was just proof. "And so glad that you're okay." Amber hugged your laying body with compassionate behavior.

You reposition yourself on the bed and lay your back on the bedstand now facing your best friend who was sitting next to you on your bed. You were in your room. Your real room.

"Are you okay? You're very quiet." With her voice you tried to collect your thoughts in one place. So you had a dream about comic characters? God, you must've been going through some shit because you rarely even dream. Maybe you were in need to feel some family support? Or you just read a lot of them last night.

"Yeah, I'm okay no worries. I just had the weirdest dream ever. I'm sorry about worrying you I'll be more careful about my medicine." but you were so sure that you took all of them today. Why would your heart react in such a way. You found yourself questioning yourself once again, falling into a familiar pattern of self-doubt and second-guessing.

"Oh I can't wait to hear about it but first i have to tell you something." She must've done something she thought was necessary but not necessarily the best idea. "I called Nate." Yes, just as you guessed. Amber must've seen the shift in your reaction and started to get panicky. "Don't blame me! I got so worried and waited for one hour but you didn't wake up so i had to call him, i didn't know what to do. he said he's on his way to come here now. Could be here any moment now." She got up from the bed and started to walk around the room in a panicking way.

But you weren't focusing on her anymore, just hearing Nate's name made your heart flutter a little bit. He was your ex. You had been inseparable from your childhood and at some point it turned into a beautiful relationship. Nate was an ambitious student who wanted to have nothing more than a wife and a job. You on the other hand, you like the possibilities life could offer you. You never had something on your mind you were just going around wherever life takes you. Spontaneous trips to places you'd like to visit, working freelance and getting paid whenever you're in need of some money, reading books and comics whenever you're free. You were a kind of woman who would post something dumb on an afternoon during weekdays which would make all of your working friends question your sanity. So it's safe to say that you guys were completely opposites.

And whoever said opposites attract, they were wrong as fuck. You needed someone to think like you. It was hard to maintain the relationship when both of your needs were completely opposite, beside your characters. You guys broke up two months ago or something like that. you weren't keeping the count.

Although it was hard to not to think about him, you always thought you made the right decision about him. You wouldn't want to keep him from living his life, and you wouldn't want him to keep you from living your life either. It was the right decision. But why were you feeling nauseous right now?

"It's okay, we were going to see each other at some point anyway." You tried to smile in a relaxing way and you must have been successful since she gave you another big hug. She was one of the kindest soul you had a chance to meet on this earth. She had beautiful ginger curly hair with a lot of freckles on her face. She had this beautiful smile that made your day better whenever you saw her. She was just the most adorable person you could ever hope for and you were glad she was your friend, your best friend to be exact.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone and give you some privacy for you to change your clothes." You rolled your eyes at her words. Yeah, you took back whatever you said about her, she was devious. "I'm not going to all doll-up for Nate, Amber." She giggled at the annoyance at your voice while she was leaving the room.

You looked around your room. How could something feel so familiar yet so strange. You felt an unexplainable feeling on your chest. It wasn't about your heart, something was different. Maybe the dream affected you more than you could admit.

As you gazed around, your attention was suddenly drawn to the batfamily poster hanging on the wall behind your desk. It was an old favorite, something you had put up about three years ago. It included all of the batfamily members. Yet, this time, there was something different about it, or rather, someone.

You rushed to get a closer look, your eyes widening in surprise. Among the familiar faces of Bruce, Jason, Dick, and Damian, there was a new addition—a girl standing beside Damian. Who was she? And why the fuck she looked like you.

"Amber?" You yelled from your room, hoping her to hear. Her voice echoed back a response, and you called out again, "What did you do to my poster?"

You heard her quick footsteps and then Amber entered your room, her expression showing annoyance at being summoned. She glanced at the poster you were holding in your hand. "It looks perfectly normal to me. I didn't touch it."

You rolled your eyes, feeling annoyed more and a bit frustrated. "I mean, who's the new character next to Damian?"

Amber looked at you as if you had said the most absurd thing you could ever say. "Are you serious right now? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke? Listen, i need to go out. I know that you're kind of excited and anxious to meet Nate and you don't want to be alone but i have to go." You turned around and saw she already dressed up. You were speechless.

"Wait, what? Are you going out? Are you going to leave me alone with Nate and excuse me but what the fuck is happening right now! Who is this girl."

She didn't say anything and left the room, leaving you without any further explanation.

You reached over your laptop and opened it. Yes, something weird was going on and you were determined to find it and what would be a better way than google. You pull your soft, white chair and sit on it while you are waiting for your laptop to be open. When it got open, you typed the batfamily and searched for it.

After like three minutes, you saw the name Viperia, even though you read a lot of comics and familiar with almost every character at that point you've never heard of her so you typed 'Viperia' on a different tab. To your surprise, there were numerous posts and messages about this character. She appeared at the same time as Damian in comics. She was snarky, cocky and definitely a pain in the ass but somehow she literally had her own fan-base. You saw a lot of websites made in the honor of her, a lot of fanarts and literally thousands of fan fiction. But how come you've never heard about her and why did she literally look like you.

"Yeah, this must be a fucking dream."

When you heard a knock from the door, you remembered you were expecting Nate. Fuck, you already have forgotten about him coming. You pulled yourself together and promised to check this after you're done with Nate. Right now you have to focus on him.

You must have been so lost on your research, you didn't realize Amber already left the house. You opened the door and you saw Nate's bright face.

Seeing him make a lot of emotions rushing to you. There was longing in your heart, you were longing for his presence. There was some kind of disappointment. You were disappointed in him, he could've made this thing go further but he didn't. He chose to give up on you and you chose to give up on your relationship.

When you break up with someone, seeing them changing does have an effect on you. You expect them to be the same but you don't realize people tend to change every now and then, especially after going through a painful break-up. You felt sad but you felt you didn't have any right to be sad, after you were the who cut the cords of that relationship. You chose your path to leave him. It was painful for you but you knew that if you didn't, it would be more painful in the future. But somehow right that moment you were looking at a completely different guy. He had a bright smile on his face just like he always does but somehow it was different, it was full of confidence. His eyes were shining like two little stars. He was radiating some kind of sunshine energy that you became addicted once. And seeing him make all of these things rush through your mind.

He had a white shirt on him, which made him look very... professional? But in a pretty way. His partly long hair was slicked back nicely. You can see his newly grow beard that he probably is going to shave tomorrow morning. Even though he looked almost the same as two months ago you realized he changed, he's much better now. He's better off without you or maybe you were just that lonely who was considering going back to her ex just because you hated being alone or a narcissist who thinks everyone is in love with her.

"Hello." His stern voice made you startled since you were, once again, wandering on your mind. "Hello, how rude I am. Come in." you stepped backwards for him to enter the house. He was looking around when you closed the wooden door and turned at him.

"You guys made some changes on this apartment huh? It looks prettier." You smile at the compliment. Always too nice.

"Yes, it was time to get rid of some old stuff." Then you realized this was not an appropriate sentence to say since it's only been two months after the break up.

You cleaned your throat and talked again: "Take a seat I'll prepare us some coffee." When you were rushing to the kitchen, you heard his footsteps right behind you. "You never really learn do you? I'm literally here for your heart and you are offering me coffee? Way to go." You laughed at his point.

It was nice to be around him. He had such a charm that could make you feel comfortable all the time. There wasn't any awkward silence around him. It was always joyful, happy and full of smiles. He was like a home for you once. Now he was just a stranger you perfectly know.

"Well, old habits die hard." At that point you literally wanted to punch yourself on your face. There were millions of words in English and somehow you always chose the one that made you sound like a heartless person.

When you were preparing the coffee he sat on a chair beside the window. It was raining again. There was no lightning or storm but just plain rain. It was the fourth day today and the weird thing is, it was middle of the fucking summer, July to be exact.

"So, your heart?" When you put on his mug, (which was adorable by the way. It was dark red with little white hearts on it.) on the little coffee table in front of him. You sat right in front of him. "Yes, I think Amber is overreacting. I'm perfectly fine." He looked at you with his brown eyes, completely scanning your body. It's like, he was trying to find evidence of you being okay. But in reality he was actually thinking about how much he missed you. He missed being around you, your presence, your voice, your scent and everything about you. He missed hearing your stupid theories about comics, he missed talking about ordinary stuff under the stars on a hill that he would take you every saturday, he missed you making him laugh so hard that he would cry, he missed you. Simply you, being you.

"Still, i think you should come to the hospital and let me examine you over there since I didn't bring a lot of stuff." You nod, perfectly aware of the fact that you simply wouldn't do something like that. You knew something was different. You experienced a lot of seizures like that and it was different and since you already took your medicine, you wouldn't bother to go again. If there's something, that would mean more medicine. But you were sure that was not the case.

Your mind went to Damian's sister again. How could this be possible. She looked exactly like you and you were wondering how she can appear on your poster. It was there for three years now and you would've noticed at some point right? Viperia... Even the name sounds so made up, you still were trying to convince yourself that you actually imagined that person. But then again, Amber said she's been there for some time. Maybe she also hallucinated.

You tried to pull your attention back on the guy sitting in front of you. Viperia was the future you problem, right now you had Nate in front of you.

"You look tired." When he stated the obvious fact you simply smiled. "Yes, it's been a long day." More like two days in one. "And I'm kind of anxious maybe that's why."

He directly looked into your eyes with such a compassionate look. If he could make your pain go away, he would in a heartbeat. It was so weird to part your ways even though you love that person. But growing up meant realizing it's important have someone who has the same mindset as you and about that, you guys were not the best. 'Love can start something but it wouldn't make something keep going.' Your mother used to say this sentence a lot whenever she and your dad argued.

He reached over your hand that was on uour your lap. When he touched you, you could feel the vibrations going around your body. It was dumb to think that you were over him but when it's you, you can never be sure and you knew that all to well.

"You know that I'm here right? It doesn't matter what time is it, if you call, I'll come." He said almost whispering. His hand traces its way through your face. Cupping one of your cheeks. No, that wasn't good. You could feel that every cell of yours longing for him but that wasn't a good idea.

"I think you should go."

He looked at you for five seconds with a disappointed look on his face. He could tell that you were uncomfortable and he didn't want to keep doing whatever he was doing. Then he take his hand off your face and stood up. "Yes, I think I should go. Thank you for the coffee. I think tomorrow morning you should visit the hospital just in case." You nodded and said 'thank you' while he was taking his stuff and going to door.

"Goodnight." He was the one who smiled as an answer this time.

As soon as you closed the door, you released the breath you didn't even you were holding until that point.

You went into your room after sitting back of the door for some time, collecting your thoughts about Nate. You needed something to take your mind off from Nate and you decided to keep researching about Viperia.

Two hours later, your mind was almost going to explode from all the information you found about her.

She was the sixth child of Batman, not a sister but twin of Damian. Raised by Bruce but also Talia too. Her name was the same as yours but she was using Viperia as an alias, which was a venomous snake. She was skilled at martial arts and she was a great assassin, maybe even better than Damian. She was quite popular with her rage and snarky comments just like Damian. She was getting along with almost every family member except Tim and you didn't find anything relating to that topic. On some fandom base sites, there were a lot of theories about them dating secretly 'why else they wouldn't even once mention about her relationship with Tim' they wrote. 'Tim never even refers to her as his sister.' You searched so deep that you even had came across a smut writing between her and Alfred which made you a little bit of uncomfortable and also scared.

You started to think how could you miss this character or did she literally appear out to nowhere in three hours?

The creator was releasing new chapters on that comic series in every two weeks. 'Batman's Daughter' was the title. It was covering the whole background starting from the birth which was crazy but useful also, since you learned that Talia literally put her in Lazarus Pit whenever she had some kind of blade cuts on the age of fucking three. No wonder that girl was total nuts but of course fun to read.

When you were doing your research your laptop's notification sound made you startled. Maybe you didn't have any resemblance with her since she could literally murder without even flinching and you were, well, getting startled from a notification sound.

It was an e-mail.

You took your laptop and stood up from the chair you've been sitting for some time now. Since you also started to get sleepy it was a good idea to going to your bed and read your mail over there.

You sat on your soft green colored sheets and opened your mail, you didn't know the person who sent you the mail. There was literally no name or anything. Just an attachment and a word on the subject part which was 'read :)'

You clicked on the attachment, even though you knew you shouldn't since it was a mail from someone unknown and you might even download a fucking virus on your laptop but however something inside of you was couraging you to open it.

It was a comic on a pdf format but it was more like a work in progress. Some parts were still empty.

The Doom of Batfamily?

That was enough for your curiosity to take over, so you started reading.

It was starting with Bruce talking with his family about some unusual murders on the city. He was suspecting someone from the League of Assassins since the murder weapon was a sword. But turns out it was Viperia who is getting more and more insane everyday because of the Lazarus pit. But it didn't even stop there, she was getting involved with some villains to trap her family one by one and killing them all, she was thinking they were on her way.

You were horrified. It was very graphical and the sketches literally showed everything explicitly. In the end, she was literally standing on all of their dead bodies, laughing histerically.

You close the laptop immediately and closed your eyes, trying once again to collect your thoughts. Everything seemed so messy right now and you didn't know what to do. Why Viperia appeared out of nowhere, Who was the sender of the mail, why is she killing all of her family, what the fuck is going on.

"Fuck, no."

Without resisting more, you give yourself in the sweet arms of sleep. You could try to solve that problem tomorrow, you needed some sleep now.

After like two minutes of sleeping you opened your eyes involuntarily since, well, you only closed them for two minutes.

"It took you long enough."

With this voice, you got scared again.

"I didn't know you like sleeping this much it's literally noon time now, wake up so we can go to my favorite cafe to have some breakfast and then feed the ducks."

You watched him in horror.

"Hey, haven't you missed your beloved brother?"

"Damian?"

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