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ugh-yoongi · 9 months

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Jess' B-Day Hobi request:

Hobi x Reader - Amusement park date. Maybe cute and sexy, like reader feels bad for making him go on a particularly scary ride, so she blows him?

HAPPY BDAY JESS!! 🎉🎉🎉💜💜💜

this is so dfljlgdlkjgf. everyone please pray for hobi he really needs it.

swallow your pride

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: est. relationship au, pwp; smut warnings: this is mostly just porn, so — a handjob, oral sex (m. receiving which i'm sure you could've guessed), come swallowing, very slight overstimulation. use of pet names. i apologize for the extremely on-the-nose title but it had to be done. no pronouns used for reader. unedited. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. wordcount: 1k

You’ve barely crossed the threshold into your hotel room.

Perhaps naively, you’d thought it’d be fun. Thought you’d go on and laugh and grab on to one another and buy the mortifyingly ugly photo at the end. Add it to the stack of all the other mortifyingly ugly photos you’ve collected after years of dragging Hoseok on roller coasters he otherwise wouldn’t go within two-hundred feet of.

Clearly you’d thought wrong.

“I almost died—”

You sigh, pushing Hoseok far enough into the room to close the door. “It was Space Mountain, babe.”

He scoffs. Looks really affronted, offended that you think it so impossible that he could’ve died on Space Mountain. Which just isn’t true. He very well could’ve died—it was very dark and had a lot of sharp turns, not to mention he was a previously undiscovered shade of green by the time it was over.

Not to mention the photo.

Hoseok knew it’d be bad. Knew he hadn’t ridden a second of that roller coaster without the ugliest, most fear-stricken look on his face, and all he could do was try to cash in whatever good karma he had left that it wouldn’t be that bad.

And you—you’d waited for it to pop up on the monitor with the most wicked grin he’s ever seen you wear. So sinister it’d rapidly diminished any hope he’d managed to conjure up. Stuck out your credit card to buy it before he even had a chance to beg.

“That’s not—w-what are you doing?”

What you’re doing is planting both of your hands on his chest to push him onto the bed, rolling your lips to keep from laughing when his knees hit the edge and he tips backwards, overpriced Mickey ears falling off and bouncing to the floor.

What you’re doing is dropping to your knees in front of him, nudging his legs apart to kneel between them. Hoseok’s breath catches in his throat when you start to undo his belt, and it’s instinct, the way he sinks into the mattress, busies his hands in the sheets. Knows to keep them to himself.

What you’re doing is—“Blowing you,” you answer. “That alright?”

“Uh-huh,” comes his automatic response. “Yup. Per-perfectly fine.”

What you’re doing is unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, sly smile on your face, tongue pressing into the fat of your cheek, as it strains over his erection. What you’re doing is pushing the denim down to his knees, ghosting your nails along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, delighting in every small gasp that makes it past his lips.

There’s a way Hoseok likes to get sucked off, and it’s almost never like this. Hoseok has never shied away from his neuroticism, and that innate need of his to be in control bleeds into every aspect of his life, including here, so maybe you shouldn’t be, but you’re surprised at how pliant he is beneath you. How subdued. Surprised that his hands are still gripping the sheets and not the back of your head. Surprised that his hips are staying level to the mattress, that his mouth isn’t running a mile a minute.

“You’re being awfully behaved,” you note, eyebrow quirking in question.

He blinks, head lolling forward to ask, “You gonna try to dom me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” you retort, taking his cock in your hand. He’s already so, so hard, flushed and leaking precum. “I’m simply assuaging my guilt.”

Hoseok snorts at that. “Because I almost died?”

You spit in your hand, stroking him once, twice. There’s something about the way he shudders in your grasp. Makes you feel powerful, has a quiet whimper of your own slipping through your parted lips. All of it just serves to rile him up even more, his hips rolling in time with your wrist.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” you say, unable to help yourself; unable to keep the awe out of your voice.

And Hoseok, the cheeky fucker, preens. Closes his eyes and smiles up at the ceiling, not a hint of shame to be found. “What are the od—fuck—odds of you apologizing with your m-mouth?”

You pretend to think it over. “Hmm.” Lean in closer, your breath ghosting along all that sensitive skin. “Pretty high, I’d say.”

There’s another tart comment on the tip of Hoseok’s tongue, practically visible in the stale air of this hotel room, but it dissolves into nothing but a guttural groan once your lips are finally wrapped around him. Tapers into staccato whimpers as your throat constricts and you swallow. He’s still rolling his hips, fucking into your mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the sheets tighter every time he hits the back of your throat.

Hoseok has never once denied himself of anything. This included.

Spit pools in the corners of your mouth, drips down your chin. Messy, just how he likes it, and there’s nothing more dizzying than Hoseok in the throes of pleasure. Nothing that drags you to the edge faster than watching him go mindless from the indulgence of it. Makes it nearly impossible to focus, but you want to unravel him all the way, want to be responsible for it, want to push him to the brink of overstimulation.

On you go.

It’s so much—your hollowed cheeks, the way you’re fisting at what doesn’t fit, the sounds both of you are making. Has his balls tightening, has him stuttering out your name in a pathetic little whine. Has him so disoriented that the first drop of cum hits your tongue before he can warn you.

“Fuck, fuck—baby I’m gonna, shit—”

He spills into your mouth with a cry, hands finally moving to the contours of your cheeks. And normally you’d take it easy on him, swallow and move up the bed to kiss him just as sloppy, sit on his face, but something about Hoseok in this moment has you feeling undone. Has you wanting to ruin him entirely.

So you keep going.

Hoseok’s eyes go wide. He panics, tries to pull you off, but you know him. Know he wouldn’t let you if he really didn’t want to, just needs a minute to push past the discomfort. You also know you’ll be paying for this later, after he’s come back down to earth, but you’re finding it hard to care.

After all, he almost died. You’ve got a lot to apologize for.

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sergeantxrogers · 1 year

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| something that we’re not |

Summary: Just don’t fall in love. That was the only rule. It was literally the only rule, and it was already broken.

Pairing: fwb!Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Angst, swearing, alcohol consumption (if you don’t drink just pretend it’s juice xx), kissing, yearning, fluff at the end

Note: heyy y’all... i know it’s been a while and i also know i have a shit ton of unfinished stuff and a couple requests but this idea popped into my head like two days ago and i was gonna explode if i didn’t write it since i’m basically going through the same thing (just without the fluffy ending yet) i’ve been very very busy with college and studying and life in general, i miss you all like crazy tho, i hope you enjoy this :)

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“So, I guess our best option would be moving to Quantico?”

“Do we really wanna be associated with the FBI, though?”

“Well, I just thought-”

“We need to look at more options.”

Your eyes bounced back and forth across the board room, landing on Sam, then Torres, then Fury. You tried staying focused, you really did.

But it was proving difficult with Bucky’s eyes searing into the side of your face, making you acutely aware of every movement you made and every breath you took. You shifted in your chair, eyes flickering towards him, and you saw his jaw clench with his lips pulled back in a subtle smirk. He moved his gaze away from you, instead opting to watch Fury as he spoke about... whatever he was speaking about. Something about finding new headquarters, or working out of multiple areas. Sam would give you the run-down later.

Bucky’s eyes would be the death of you.

You spent the remaining half hour of the meeting avoiding them altogether, biting your tongue and trying to keep your foot still and your breathing even.

“Y/N,” Fury’s voice boomed, and you jolted slightly.

All eyes turned to you.

“Any thoughts? You seem quiet today,” Fury observed, head tilted slightly.

You shook your head. “No, I just- No. Nothing to add, sir. I’m okay.”

You gave him an awkward smile as he stared at you a bit longer. Eventually, he decided he had grilled you enough, and called the meeting to an end.

You let out a long, quiet sigh, and turned your chair to face the glass table in front of you, papers and files askew and messy. You cleared your throat as your eyes followed everyone through the door as they left, dragging your hands slowly as you collected your papers. Sam left first, dropping a heavy hand on your shoulder as he went by. Torres went next, giving you a boyish smile, and Fury left after him without a word.

Your fingers tingled as you slammed your binder shut, trying to keep your smile at bay. You refused to look up, because you knew if you did, you’d be met with those eyes that got you to do anything they wanted.

“Problem?”

You shook your head nonchalantly, keeping your eyes glued to the plastic cover of your binder. “Not on my side. You could’ve tried being a bit more subtle with the staring, though.”

You heard him chuckle, and finally, you lifted your gaze to rest on him. A mischievous smile rested on his lips, his tongue dragging across his bottom teeth as he stared at you, slowly making his way around the table.

You stared back, unwilling to let him know how fazed you truly were with his proximity, even though it felt like your skin was on fire, a heavy, slow beat thundering in your ears and through your veins, travelling it’s course throughout your body and finding home deep in your core. You shifted your hips slightly. Bucky noticed.

He stopped walking only when he was a foot away from you. You swore if he was half an inch closer you would’ve fell to your knees in front of him, his gravitational pull too strong to avoid.

He was the sun, bright, burning, and energetic, and you were the singular, lone planet orbiting him, never able to pull away far enough to forget him, but never close enough to really, truly, have him. You just went in circles around him, over and over again, day in, day out, and he watched you and laughed. At least, that was what it felt like sometimes.

Bucky studied your eyes, gaze dropping to your lips, before lifting to meet your eyes again. Your chest rose and fell unsteadily no matter how much you tried to keep it in check.

“Come over tonight?” he whispered, eyes drinking in the way your pupils dilated at the sound of his voice.

You felt a tinge of sadness, buried somewhere deep inside your heart; a place you had closed off and locked up for good a long time ago in order to keep from breaking altogether. You kicked it down, swatting it away like an annoying fly before Bucky began to notice your hesitation.

“Okay,” you said softly, nodding. The smile on his face was almost worth the pain that singular word stabbed you with.

__________

One Year Earlier

You set the extra beers on the table with a soft grunt. Sarah turned, almost poking you with the barbeque fork in her hand, and gave you a grateful smile.

“You’re a sweetheart, Y/N,” she cooed, and you brushed her off with a wave of your hand, despite the blush on your cheeks.

“No biggie, you know I’m always down to help.”

Sarah leaned over the table, abandoning the grill for a second to place a kiss on your forehead. “You can go now, have some fun.”

You smiled and turned to walk away before she grabbed your wrist.

“Take one, honey,” Sarah said, pointing to the beers in front of you. “You’re a guest, too, ya know.”

You hummed with a happy smile before pulling out a beer from the package, then pausing. Before your judgment got the better of you, you pulled out another one, cold against your fingers as the droplets of condensation rolled over them.

“See ya, Sar!” you called out over your shoulder, and she waved the fork over her head in goodbye.

You weaved through the sparse crowd of people, saying hi to a few and smiling at some others. Sam was nowhere to be found, but you figured he was the one responsible for the children screaming with laughter somewhere near the end of the dock, so you decided you would look for him later. The water splashed gently against the wooden dock, the sound of the waves bringing you a sense of peace as you squinted behind your sunglasses against the sunset and looked for Bucky.

Finally, you saw a figure, dark and shoulders wide against the orange expanse of the sky, sitting on the hard top above the helm of Sam and Sarah’s boat. His feet were hanging over the glass windows, and you knew Sam would throw a fit if he saw him dirtying the glass with his shoes.

You smiled to yourself before gathering the courage to clamber onto the boat, holding on to the two beers for dear life as you did so.

“That you, dolly?” he called down, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Who else would it be, dumbass,” you replied, holding up the beers and letting him take them before you grabbed onto the small ladder and hauled yourself up.

He scooted to the side, making room for you as you sat down beside him with a huff.

Bucky had opened the beers with his hand as you were climbing up, so you took one from him with a soft ‘thanks’, pushing your glasses up onto your head.

The two of you sipped in silence for a couple of minutes, your eyes scanning the open water, sparkling in the red and pink hues of the setting sun. It wasn’t as hot here, near the water, as it was back on the dock with the people and the food and the laughter. Everything seemed quieter, behind you, in another world. The boat back and forth softly.

“What gave you this idea?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Bucky was silent for a moment, tapping a finger against the glass of his beer, before shrugging and turning to look at you, squinting an eye against the sun.

“It’s peaceful,” he said, and you nodded.

You held your own beer between your legs and leaned back to rest on the palms of your hands. “You feelin’ okay, Buck?”

He took in a deep breath as he looked out ahead, staring at the water before just nodding his head.

“Yeah,” he said after a moment. “Yeah, I’m good, actually. I just needed a moment to clear my head. Nothing bad, just... I’m grateful, is all.”

“Grateful for having such amazing best friends like Sam and me? Or grateful for being able to open beer without an opener? Or maybe grateful for Sarah’s world-famous barbeque chicken?” you teased, and he snorted a laugh, shaking his head.

He turned to look at you and shrugged. “All of it, I guess.”

He had said it so softly, and so truthfully, that your first reflex was to sit up straight, bringing yourself closer to him. You brought a leg up and folded it underneath the other one, left hanging beside his, so you were turned to face him completely. Your beer was left getting warmer in your lap, but you didn’t mind, because the way Bucky was staring at you right now made nothing else matter. It made you believe everything was gonna be okay eventually.

And you didn’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the soft waves rocking the boat, or maybe it was the cool summer breeze that danced across your arms. Maybe it was the call of a seagull somewhere in the distance and the soft murmur of the party back on the dock that made you close your eyes and lean into him. And he did the same, connecting your lips with a soft sigh that made you wonder if he had been waiting for this moment as long as you had.

Bucky tasted like beer and peppermint gum. His lips were soft, and warm, and a bit salty, as if he had come up out of the ocean himself, some form of Poseidon sent to seduce you and take you back underwater with him forever. And you would gladly let him if it meant he would keep kissing you like this.

You heard a soft rolling, and then a bang and a crash before realizing Bucky’s beer had rolled off the hard top and crashed onto floor of the boat. And he didn’t care, opting to now use his free hands to pull you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. This sent your own beer following his, the sound of glass breaking making you giggle against his lips.

“Sam’s gonna kill us,” you muttered, and he smiled into the kiss.

“I don’t care,” he whispered, hands travelling underneath your cotton shirt and leaving trails of fire wherever his fingers passed.

He pulled away, and you brought your hands up to tangle your fingers in his messy hair. He looked so beautiful, lips red and puffy, cheeks painted by a soft blush, eyes hooded and dark.

“I could get used to this,” he said, voice hoarse, and it sent chills down your spine.

You merely nodded. “Me too.”

Bucky brought a hand up to your neck and pulled you down into him for another kiss, and you melted into his touch.

“This is- this is good,” he mumbled against your mouth, and you just sighed and hummed in agreement.

“We should do this more,” he said, hands gripping your hips and moving you against him slightly. “We should do this a lot more.”

You bit your lip and stared into his eyes as you tried catching your breath. One of your hands found its way from his hair to his face, your finger tracing the worry lines between his brows softly, then dropping to travel across the bridge of his nose. “We should.”

Bucky nodded, and gave your hips another squeeze.

“Just don’t fall in love,” he said, a teasing tone lilting his voice, and the breath in your throat hitched.

“What?” you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Just don’t fall in love,” he repeated, nipping softly at your neck as he spoke.

You scoffed. “Not a problem, trust me.”

Bucky lifted his head from your neck to look up at you. He gave you a boyish smile, and you rolled your eyes at him in return.

You hoped he couldn’t sense the way your heart split open, flooding with sadness and heartbreak at the realization that he didn’t love you the way you loved him. You hoped he couldn’t read the desperation in your eyes and on your tongue as each kiss dimmed your soul a bit more.

You hoped he wouldn’t notice the fact that you were madly in love with him already, but decided to pretend not to be, because having him in any way was better than not having him at all.

__________

“I just don’t know how much longer I can keep going.”

Sarah hummed in contemplation, wiping down the glass in her hand and setting it in the overhead cabinet.

“Well, have you talked to him about it?”

You scoffed. “No fucking way. I’d rather suffer in silence than lose him completely.”

Sarah threw the rag in her hand over her shoulder and rested her hip on the counter. She crossed her arms and gave you one of those looks of hers where she just knew you were bullshitting her.

“Y/N,” she sighed as she stepped over to the dining table where you were sat with your chin in your hand. “I’m begging you to think this through. You know I only want what’s best for you.”

You give her an unamused side eye and shrug your shoulders. You kept your focus on the placemat in front of you, picking at the edge with your finger.

Sarah pulled out the chair next to you and took a seat, bringing a hand up to squeeze your forearm.

“It’s been a year of you hurting after him and him not giving a damn. Now, I love Bucky, just as much as I love Sam, but he can be so dumb sometimes. It’s like he misses social cues on purpose.”

Her exasperated tone pulled a smile to your lips and you quirked your brow in agreement. Sarah continued.

“I love seeing the two of you together, believe me, if anyone wants you to end up together officially, it’s me. But if you’re too afraid to talk to him about it because you’re worried you’ll lose him, then there’s only one thing you can do, honey.”

You gave her a look, and she gave you an apologetic smile in return. “This friends with benefits thing just isn’t cutting it anymore, I fear. You have to let him go.”

You took in a deep breath to try and keep the tears at bay, because no matter how much you avoided it, you knew Sarah was right. You had two options: risk talking to Bucky about it and potentially ruining whatever semblance of friendship you had left. Or, you could stop giving in to him and running whenever he called just to feel a sliver of something bigger.

You let out a frustrated groan and let your head hit the table. Neither option sounded appealing, but you supposed if you had to pick one, you’d rather it be the latter. Ignoring someone was always the easy way out.

Or so you thought.

Three weeks later, and you were about to implode. It was difficult to go no-contact when all Bucky did was contact you.

Dozens of his calls left to voicemail and ignored text messages, you thought he would’ve gotten the message by now. However, he only seemed to be getting worse.

You left Sarah’s every time Sam called to say he was dropping by with Bucky. You asked Fury to put you on assignments with Torres instead of Bucky. You were doing your very hardest to come up with excuses as to why you couldn’t come over every time Bucky managed to corner you in a hallway or text you to stop by.

You thought it would get easier over time, yet your heart only ached more and more each day you woke up and remembered: it wasn’t the same anymore. Those first two seconds after waking up, before that sinking feeling of realization hit, were something you treasured more than life itself.

You wondered if he noticed. If he asked himself what had happened, or if everything was okay. He hadn’t come to visit, though, so you supposed he was just ready to move on to the next one after all.

__________

Bucky tried focusing on whatever Sam was saying. He really, truly was. But it was proving difficult when his thoughts kept pulling him back to you. Or rather, the lack of you these days.

It didn’t help that everywhere he looked and everything he saw reminded him of you in some way. The fishing nets Sam made him help haul over the bow? He smiled to himself at the memory of your foot getting tangled in them, making you trip and fall with a swear. The gulls flying above them? Almost like that time one flew down and stole a huge bite of your burger, leaving you wide eyed in shock. And God forbid he looked up, at the hard top above the helm. The first time you ever kissed him, soft hands and soft touch, marked to this day by the beer stains on the floorboards of the ship.

“Buck?”

Sam’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he cleared his throat, shaking his head. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to go out fishing with me later since Sarah’s busy with the kids. The babysitter cancelled on her, and you know she can’t leave those boys alone in the house for longer than five minutes.”

Bucky smiled fondly and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go.”

Sam threw a rag at him, wet and dripping with soapy water.

“How about you actually help clean something for once, Barnes?”

Bucky rolled his eyes but obliged, turning to his side to start wiping down the hull as far as he could reach. As he wiped, he cleared his throat.

“Have you, uh, seen Y/N lately?”

Sam paused his mopping, letting out a sigh and resting his elbow on the mop handle. “Yeah, man, she’s at Sarah’s, like, all the time. Why?”

Bucky’s heart sank at Sam’s words, and he tried getting rid of the uncomfortable feeling in his chest as he shifted on his feet nonchalantly.

“Oh.”

“Why?” Sam repeated.

Bucky shrugged, still avoiding Sam’s eyes. “I dunno. I get the feeling she’s been avoiding me these days.”

Sam stayed quiet, and that prompted Bucky to look up from his wiping and make eye contact with him. He gave him a knowing look, leaning against the mop.

“What?” Bucky asked defensively.

“Does she have any reason to be avoiding you?” Sam asked him, and Bucky paused.

“I don’t think so,” he replied after a moment.

Sam scoffed and shook his head disbelievingly. “Alright man. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Bucky threw his hands up and turned towards him. “What is it? Do you know something I don’t?”

“You’re really stupid sometimes. You know that, right?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yes, actually, you’ve told me multiple times.”

“Good,” Sam said with a satisfied smile and clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Just makin’ sure you didn’t forget.”

Suddenly, his smile dropped and he lowered his voice. “But seriously dude, just go and check on her. Don’t be a jackass.”

Bucky stood still, even after Sam turned to continue mopping the deck, staring at the back of his head. He nodded slowly, to himself, and squeezed the rag in his hand a little tighter.

__________

The knock on your door had you groaning in annoyance, prompting you to push yourself up off your bed where you had been rotting away over the weekend. You had told Sarah you weren’t feeling very well, and it wasn’t a lie. You had just omitted the fact that you were emotionally unwell.

A chill ran through your body as you made your way to the door, making you wrap your robe a little tighter around your body. You heaved out a heavy sigh as you unlocked the door.

“Sarah, I already told you I don’t need any-”

It wasn’t Sarah at the door. Sarah’s eyes weren’t that specific shade of blue that made you want to sink into them and never come back out. Only one person had eyes like that-

“Bucky?”

“Y/N.”

“What... what are you doing here?”

“What, I can’t visit my best friend?”

A tiny, needle-like tinge pierced your heart at his words, yet another reminder that you were just that to him: his friend.

You stuttered, tripping over your words as he sidestepped you, making his way into your place.

“How have you been?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Well, I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks, so I was wondering if you were okay,” Bucky clarified, shrugging.

You stared at him, standing in the middle of your living room, black t-shirt and black jeans so out of place in the midst of all your pink and grey furniture and decorations. Yet somehow, he looked like he was exactly where he belonged.

You shook your head, trying to brush him off with a slight chuckle. “I’m fine, Buck, I don’t... I don’t know what you mean-”

“Yes you do,” he interrupted you, cutting straight to the chase. “Why won’t you answer my calls? Why haven’t you been returning my texts? Why do you leave Sarah’s the moment you find out I’m coming over? You’ve been ignoring me, Y/N, and I wanna know what I did to deserve that.”

You stood flabbergasted, opening and closing your mouth, at a loss for words.

“I just- I,” you stuttered, shaking your head. “I have no idea what you’re talk-”

“Y/N,” he pressed, and in two long strides he was right in front of you, towering over you with his supersoldier frame. His hands came up to hold your face, his eyes searching yours for an answer. “Please don’t make a fool of me.”

Your bottom lip immediately began to quiver, and Bucky’s eyes softened.

“Bucky I-”

“Shit,” he swore softly, leading you over to the couch where he sat you down, kneeling on his knees in front of you. “I didn’t mean to make you cry, dolly.”

You shook your head, even as the tears spilled over your lash line, because it was so stupid. The whole thing was just so stupid.

Bucky’s lips pressed against yours feverishly as he tried to kiss the tears away, covering your lips and cheeks in soft pecks. You tried pulling away, his actions only making the tears fall harder.

“Bucky, please,” you whispered hoarsely, and he pulled back to take a good look at you, his thumbs stroking your wet cheeks. He looked pained to see you in tears, which only made it harder for you to push him away.

“Y/N....”

You shook your head firmly, reaching your hands up to wrap around his wrists. “No.”

“What?”

“No,” you repeated. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Bucky looked slightly taken aback, and he dropped his hands from your face. “Do what?”

You shrugged and sniffled, gesturing between the two of you. “This... whatever this is.”

“What do you mean?”

Bucky looked genuinely confused, and it only made a sob tear through your chest.

“It hurts too much, Buck. I can’t stand to be the one you call only when you’re bored, or horny, or frustrated after a bad date. I shouldn’t have let it get this far in the first place but I’m just so fucking stupid because I kept thinking... maybe it’ll change... maybe he’ll realize. God, Bucky, I love you so much. I would do anything for you, including bring myself to fucking ruins if it means being able to hold you and touch you, even for just a little bit. You’re hurting me, Bucky. I can’t breathe when I’m around you.”

You took in a choppy breath after you finished your small rant, squeezing your eyes shut and letting fresh tears streak your cheeks. Bucky was quiet, and you were too afraid to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to him with your eyes closed.

You felt his fingers brush the tears from your jaw. “Sorry for what?”

You swallowed heavily. “Sorry for falling in love with you.”

The silence surrounding you was deafening. It was threatening to suffocate you, pounding in your ears and clawing at your throat.

“Dolly,” Bucky whispered, and you whimpered.

“Look at me,” he said softly, and you refused, shaking your head like a little child. “Look at me, please.”

He grabbed your face and forced your head up. You opened your eyes to find his staring back.

“I love you, too,” he began, but you started to pull away.

“No, no, Bucky, you’re being mean-”

“Baby, please-”

“Bucky! You love me as your friend! You love me... you love me the way you loved Steve, or the way you love Sam. I’m in love with you, Buck, to the point where I would jump off a cliff if it meant helping you, or saving you, or even making you fucking smile.”

“Listen to me!” Bucky snapped, shaking your head in his hands slightly. You ran silent, punctuating his sentence with a teary hiccup as you studied his face.

He looked more distraught than you had ever seen him. His eyes were glinting with unshed tears of his own under the soft living room lights, and his brows were creased together in worry.

“What you don’t understand, Y/N, is that I am in love with you. And I always have been. And I... I think I always will be.”

You stared at him.

His fingers twitched against your face as you began shaking your head.

“But that... that doesn’t make any sense,” you retorted, and Bucky let out a sigh.

“I know,” he whispered, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them. “I only warned you not to fall in love because I... I wanted you to find someone better than me. Someone with less baggage. Someone who could give you the life you deserve. Not me. Never me. But I was just selfish.”

“Bucky...”

You let a teary laugh.

He looked up at you through his lashes.

“It’s always you. It’s always gonna be you. I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me sooner,” you cooed, bringing a hand up to brush his hair back from his forehead.

“I was just... I was afraid you only wanted something physical, so I pretended it didn’t bother me. I just liked being near you any way I could.”

You stared at him for a moment before a genuine laugh bubbled out your throat.

“We’re both so fucking stupid,” you said with a teary smile, tracing the shape of his lips with your fingertips.

He smiled against your feather-light touch and let out a content sigh.

“I love you, truly. I’m sorry I ever made you feel otherwise,” he whispered into your palm, placing a kiss to it.

“Doesn’t matter anymore. We get a fresh start now.”

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A Long Time Coming

summary: You go on patrol with Joel, unknowingly sealing your fate.

warnings: you could picture either game!joel or show!joel in this, angst, mentions of torture and blood, no use of y/n, f!reader, reader is Joel’s wife, not proofread, spoilers for The Last of Us Part 2!

author’s note: angst angst angst. sorry but also not really. anyways I totally think that if the roles were reversed and ellie had died instead of joel, joel would have 100% done the same thing.

Abby Anderson had spent years thinking about this moment.

Dreaming about it. Anticipating it.

Planning out what she would say, what she would do, when she finally faced the man who had killed her father.

She had never foreseen it happening like this– by a chance. Her stubbornness and foolishness almost leading to sure death if not for fate’s interference– the infected about to sink its teeth into her neck stabbed in the head by an older man.

A woman appearing from behind him, gun raised and eyebrows furrowed as she provided cover fire.

“Y’alright?” The man’s voice had a subtle southern accent, his hands gently holding onto Abby’s biceps as he steadied her.

Her eyes were wide, breath coming in quick pants as she surveyed the man and the woman. She gave a quick nod, and the man nodded in return.

“Babe, we gotta go!” The woman was shouting, firing another round into the head of a runner. The man was still focused on Abby.

“We gotta run–”

“I know somewhere,” Abby was speaking, thinking of the lodge her and her group had holed up in as they surveyed Jackson.

The man nodded again, “Lead the way.”

It was almost laughable at how things had happened.

The man, revealed as Joel once in the safety of the lodge, served right to her on a silver platter. Right after he saved her life.

And she had planned to end his.

But as she walked alongside Joel and the woman, she quickly came to realize they were married– at least, judging by the silver ring on the woman’s left ring finger.

And her mind slowly started to change.

She had wanted to torture Joel– give him a cruel and suffering-filled ending. But now, with his wife, she could do to him what he did to her when she was a child.

She could make it so much worse than what he did to her. Make it painful, make him watch– helpless, unable to do anything as she tortured the woman he loved.

She had settled on that when they made their way into the lodge, her friends perking up as they moved inside.

“Abby? Where were you?” Owen was asking, standing from his sleeping bag with concern etched onto his face.

“I went on a walk,” she said, pulling her snow-covered beanie from her head.

“Who’s this?” Nora spoke, arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m Joel,” the man said. He held back a hand to guide forward the woman, who gave a small smile as she wiped stray snow from her braided hair.

Joel’s hand fell to the small of her back as she gave her name, followed by: “I’m Joel’s wife.”

The group fell silent as they looked at one another. Abby moved to stand next to Manny, Joel and his wife now positioned away from the rest of the group.

“Y’all act like you’ve heard of us,” Joel gave an uneasy chuckle as his wife took a step back, her hand moving to tug at his coat.

“Joel,” she whispered, eyes wide as she glanced at Abby and back to her husband. “I think it’s time we get back. Tommy’s gonna be worried.”

Abby could’ve laughed. If they didn’t already suspect this was the Joel they were looking for, his wife had just sealed the couple’s fate with one word. Tommy.

“Oh,” Mel spoke, glancing sideways at Owen as the group shuffled tensely. Manny stepped back towards his sleeping bag, bending at the knees and grabbing something.

“We have.”

It happened in a flash.

Joel’s wife forcibly tugged him backwards. Manny took two long strides forward, and the shotgun he now had in his grasp fired, aimed straight at Joel’s leg.

The older man yelled in pain, crumpling forward to the ground as the bullets tore through his lower thigh and knee. His wife was screaming— reaching for the pistol tucked in her belt— but she was too slow. Nora and Nick surged forward, grabbing her by her arms and forcing her forwards.

“You stupid, old man,” Abby gave a shake of her head, a disbelieving huff escaping her lips.

Joel tried to struggle to his feet, but his injuries made his attempt futile. Before he could even think to reach for his gun, Owen and Manny were on him— tossing the weapon across the room and wrenching him to his feet.

The man groaned in agony as they dragged him further into the room, finally dropping him into a heap in front of where Nora and Nick were still holding his wife.

“Fuck you!” She screamed, thrashing in their holds. The rest of the group circled them now, eyes on Abby, as she picked up the golf club leaning against the nearby wall.

“You can’t stop this,” she said, her knuckles white as she gripped the club. “This has been a long, long time coming.”

“We don’t even know you!” The wife shouted, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“You don’t,” Abby used the club to gesture at her. Then, she turned, pointing the golf club towards Joel. “But he does.”

He was on the ground, hands behind his back as Owen tied them together.

“I have no clue,” he said, taking a heavy breath. “Who you are. I’ve crossed a lotta people. You’re not the first.”

“My father,” Abby snapped as Joel looked up at her. “You killed him. Shot him in the fucking head. Starting to remember yet?” She gave a humorless laugh, taking a step towards him.

“Leave him alone!” His wife screamed. Abby ignored her.

“The firefly hospital in Salt Lake. The surgeon. Ring any fucking bells?” She seethed, raising the golf club.

Owen moved back, and Abby swung the club down as hard as she could— right into Joel’s face.

—

You screamed as Abby brought the club down on Joel. You could feel your strength slipping as you struggled against the two holding you back.

“Stop!” You screamed, your tears threatening to fall. You wouldn’t let them— you didn’t want these people to have that satisfaction. “Let him go! Leave him alone!”

“Shut the fuck up!” The man holding you yelled, wrenching your arm back painfully. You screamed in pain as he pulled your shoulder from its socket.

Joel’s head was bleeding now as he laid on the floor. The dark red blood trickled down to his cheek. It matted his greying hair. It made you sick to your stomach.

Your eyes were trained on his face as his eyes closed– before slowly opening again, now hooded. She had struck him hard— you were almost surprised he was still awake.

Almost.

Joel was a stubborn bastard, after all, and you knew that better than most.

It was his stubbornness and reluctance to trust you that had almost led to his leaving you on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

But thanks to Ellie’s unending prodding (and his heart, which he still seemed to have after all these years) he had allowed you to come with them.

He was supposed to drop you off somewhere along the way– at least, he told himself he was supposed to– but you had a way of worming your way into people’s hearts.

Plus, Ellie adored you, and she would’ve killed him if he had sent you packing.

You had joined him and Ellie on their journey across the country. You had watched him almost die at that science facility– almost died yourself after being taken by the crazy cannibal David and his crew— and along the way, the three of you had turned into some mismatched, weird little family.

You hadn’t been with them in the hospital in Salt Lake City. You had broken off from them to see if you could find any traces of your family, who had lived in the area before Outbreak Day. You hadn’t seen what had happened. Hadn’t been forced to make the decision Joel did (you would’ve made the same one).

You only knew that when you saw Joel pull up in that rusty old pickup truck, with a sleeping Ellie in a hospital gown in the back seat, that whatever had happened was what needed to happen.

And now, the past was here– all caught up to you.

Abby stepped back from Joel, the club still clutched tightly in her hands.

“You know, when I thought of this moment, I didn’t envision it like this,” she spoke, her eyes still on Joel. “But this is better than I could’ve hoped for.”

She turned to face you then, and your eyes narrowed.

“Fuck you,” you spat, rage replacing the fear in your body. At least she wasn’t focused on Joel anymore.

“I was going to torture him,” she told you, jerking her chin to gesture to Joel, still laying on the floor a few feet behind her. “Beat him until he stopped breathing. But, you’ve given me the perfect opportunity for revenge.”

“Go to hell,” you seethed, and Abby raised the club again.

The man and woman released you to take a step back, but before you could even start to run, Abby brought the club down right into your knee. A sickening crunch could be heard as you crumpled to the ground, screaming in pain.

“Still feeling feisty?” Abby said, crouching down to meet your gaze.

You spit in her face, and she wiped it from her cheek with the sleeve of her shirt. She stood once more, raised the club again, and brought it down on your side.

You could feel your ribs cracking at the force of the swing. You groaned, a weak cough sputtering past you lips and splattering blood on the floor in front of you.

A ringing in your ears started up then, caused by the pain. You moaned in pain, your eyes searching for Joel across the room.

They had forced him to sit back up, and his eyes were wide open now. He was saying something– but you couldn’t hear anything. Your eyes met his and you finally felt a tear fall down your cheek.

The club came down again. Your head was bleeding now, the ringing even louder.

Again. The bone in your leg was surely broken.

Again. More ribs, cracking and breaking. More blood coughed up, painting the floor and your lips a dark red.

Another hit to the head. Stars dotted your vision, and the ringing in your ears was getting unbearable. You felt your eyes slip closed, and suddenly you were in the house you shared with Joel back in Jackson.

It was right after you and Joel had officially started dating. He had brought Ellie over to your house for the weekly dinner the three of you had made a habit of in the few weeks you’d been living in Jackson.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in the living room. Ellie was perched on one of the armchairs with Joel’s guitar in her lap. Joel was talking periodically, guiding her through a song, one you remembered loving before the Outbreak.

You broke out into a grin as Ellie played, the words slowly coming back to you. You began to sing, and Ellie grinned as she risked looking up from the guitar to meet your gaze. You gave her a reassuring smile as you continued to sing, both of you soldiering on even when she played the wrong chord or when you stumbled through the words.

Joel was grinning beside you, his eyes watching you intently as you sang. It was the first time he’d ever heard you sing, and he was entranced.

When Ellie played the last chord and your voice quieted, he whistled, earning a laugh from you and Ellie.

“You’ve got a beautiful voice,” he told you, and you had waved him off. Ellie backed him up, and without much more resistance you accepted their compliments.

“We could start a band!” Ellie said, and you and Joel had laughed.

“That’s a great idea, Els. You on guitar, me and Joel on vocals,” you said, winking at him. He shook his head with a laugh.

The memory faded as you were brought back to reality by someone roughly shoving you into a sitting position. You could barely see through your swollen eyelids– but you were sure you could make out the tan jacket of your husband close by.

“J-Joel,” you mumbled, the words feeling thick in the fuzziness of your mouth. Blood and drool seeped from between your lips. You were faintly aware of the gaps of now missing teeth in your mouth.

“Baby,” you heard his voice— strained and in pain— from across the room. “You gotta get up. Please, baby, get up. Please,” he begged, but then you were being hit again and the stars were back as another memory resurfaced.

It was the day before your wedding. Freshly fallen snow painted the world a bright white, and you were doubled over in laughter as you watched Ellie pelt Joel in the face with a snowball.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” He had asked you, a wide smile of his face. You had nodded.

“Oh, I think it’s hilarious,” you told him, and in an instant he was scooping up snow to make his own snowball as you shrieked and ran for cover.

“Ellie, let’s get Joel!” You called to her as she scrambled to make another snowball nearby. The teen had whooped in agreement as Joel let his snowball fly, narrowly missing your head as you ducked behind a snow-covered bush.

“Now that ain’t fair!” Joe shouted through a laugh as you shot out from behind the bush and threw your snowball.

“What’re you gonna do about it, old man?” Ellie called to him as she ran past him.

The three of you laughed and threw snowballs until your fingers were numb, and after Joel’s surrender, the three of you convened in the middle of the yard.

“Alright, let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here,” you chattered, moving to follow Ellie into the house. Joel fell into step alongside you.

“Have fun?” He asked you quietly.

“The most,” you replied.

“Guys, watch out on the steps, it’s a little slippery. Don’t need you two breaking any hips,” Ellie told you as she made it onto the porch before stepping into the house.

“Here, I’ll go up first, then pick you up,” Joel told you, moving onto the first step. You rolled your eyes but nodded, a grin breaking out onto your face at his chivalry.

He made it to the third step when he slipped, falling backwards and arms flailing in an attempt to catch himself— which led to his elbow hitting you right in the eye.

The two of you fell back into the snow, Joel on top of you. He quickly rolled off, worry on his face as he assessed you. “You okay?”

“I think I just died for a second,” you said, and he rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh before helping you up.

And that was how you ended up sporting a black eye at your wedding.

You were sure you were sporting two black eyes now.

“Please,” the word was a broken sob, filtering in and out of your ears.

“Please get up.” He was begging you, but you couldn’t feel anything anymore.

“Please, just stop. It’s me you want, not her. Please—” he was pleading, but it didn’t matter.

You could barely register the sound of a broken scream— your scream. It was one last exclamation of your pain.

As your world faded to black, the only thing you could think of was what Joel had said to you that night, years ago.

“You have a beautiful voice.”

—

By the time that someone found him, Abby and her group were long gone and he was hanging by a thread.

After they had killed you, they had beaten him within an inch of his life. He almost wished they had just killed him.

“Joel?” Dina’s voice was soft, concerned as she crouched down beside him. “Joel, can you hear me?”

A bang echoed upstairs, followed by the pounding of footsteps overhead.

Dina stood, momentarily disappearing from Joel’s sight.

“Ellie, down here!” He heard her call, and then he could see her again as she moved across the room, crouching down once more in front of the bloody, broken mess of your body.

“Joel? Fuck– Joel, are you–” Ellie was in his face now, her eyebrows furrowed in concern and panic obvious in her tone as she surveyed his injuries.

“We gotta— we gotta go. We gotta get him to Jackson, we— Dina, we gotta—” she was stumbling through her words, her mind moving a thousand miles a minute as she tried to fight through her panic.

“Ellie,” Dina’s voice was quiet and Ellie turned away from him. He couldn’t see her face anymore, but he could tell the exact moment she saw your lifeless body.

Then Joel’s world went dark.

—

A proper burial was held for you back in Jackson, a few days after everything had happened. It gave Joel time to rest and recover enough to be able to attend.

Ellie hadn’t left his side since they brought him back. She hadn’t said much, either— consumed by her grief and anger. You had become a mother figure to her, just as Joel was her father figure.

She was hurting, and Joel was, too, but the two of them had never been that good at talking about their feelings. So, they sat in silence, grieving together but separate.

The townspeople had decorated the front of the house with an abundance of bright flowers and cards. Wherever Ellie went, someone offered their condolences.

She didn’t want condolences. She wanted revenge. She wanted to hunt down and slaughter every single person who had been in the room that night— who had done that to you. To him.

She told Joel she was going, and of course he hadn’t wanted her to leave. He didn’t want what happened to you to happen to her. But, he also knew that if he was able, he’d be halfway to Seattle by now.

So he let her go.

And he told her to kill every last one of them.

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hide n fuck | b.f / b.b

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader x bradley “rooster” bradshaw word count: 3717 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], face fucking, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, edging, anal fingering, mmf threesome, vibrating egg, multiple creampies, i think bob slaps rooster but ignore it if u think it’s ooc idk

summary: in which there’s a twist on the typical game of hide n seek

author’s note: *posts this* *runs away and hides* *obsessively checks notes for comments*

oneshot | masterlist

“It’s simple, really,” Rooster stated.

Except, it didn’t sound as ‘easy’ as he so simply put. They wanted you to insert a vibrating egg into your vagina, that they had the control to, and would alter the speed as you hid and they sought you.

It was a simple game of hide n’ seek, but with a twist. There was always a twist with Rooster, but you didn’t think Bob would go along with it, and this one certainly took the cake.

You eyed the pink device that Bob awkwardly held with skeptical curiosity.

“And if you find me because I’m making noise, you get to fuck me?” You clarified.

They both shared a look, grinning before looking back at you. Their eyes were hooded and dark with lust. A challenging look flickered in Bob’s eyes in an almost silent dare to protest, but as you shuffled in your spot, pinned beneath his gaze, no argument left your lips.

“That’s the plan,” he said, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me,” You replied. “You didn’t have to put in all this effort.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Rooster grinned mischievously and gave the egg a shake in your direction. “Can we watch you put it in?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You teased, throwing his own words back at him and grabbing the egg.

You made quick work of inserting the egg in the bathroom. By the time you washed your hands and joined him again, they almost fell into the bathroom as you opened the door.

“Is it in?” Bob asked. His eyes were so dark you wanted to tell him to forget the game, but you were more curious to see how hard he’d look to find you.

“You’ll have to find me to find out,” you replied, already dashing off as Rooster started counting loudly.

There weren’t many good hiding places in the small apartment, but you knew there was an old firewood storage cupboard beside the fireplace that they never kept any wood in. You just hoped the door would open so you could hide in there.

The egg was turned on a low setting and you almost gasped loudly, but quickly slapped a hand over your mouth. It was a pleasant vibration, but you needed to close the door to the cupboard before you let yourself enjoy it. You heard Rooster reach 30 just as the door closed tightly.

“Ready or not, we’re gonna make you cum!” They yelled, but it was muffled by the door.

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh, or was it a moan? Either way, the vibrations had been dialed up and were driving you crazy. You squeezed your legs together tightly as you heard him slamming cupboards closed inside the house.

A small whimper left your lips as they turned the vibrations down to the lowest setting.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you heard Bob jump on the couch and check behind it. The sound must’ve alerted him, because the next thing you knew the vibrations were cranked the whole way up.

It was stuffy in the small cubby, but your senses were on high alert. You were so turned on, and hearing the guys frantically trying to find you kept you distracted from fully enjoying the vibrating egg between your legs.

They left it on high long enough for your body to succumb to the feeling. The tightening in the pit of your stomach grows with each passing second. You were desperate to cum, but knowing it could be taken from you at any second was torture.

Throwing caution to the wind, your hand slipped under your shirt and found your sensitive nipple. You pinched the nub between your thumb and forefinger before roughly palming your breast. Your legs pressed tightly together and bottom lip taken between your teeth.

You wanted to moan, but knew it would give your location away. You didn’t know why you were so adamant on staying quiet, when you knew the deal once they found you. Having his mouth and his hands bringing you to your high was something you’d fantasized about for months. Any time you’d used the detachable shower head to relieve your frustrations, it has always been both Rooster and Bob you’d imagined.

You were close. So fucking close. Just another minute longer and you’d be in post orgasm bliss.

It was like the fuckers knew, because the vibrations were slowly being dialed down. And with it, making your orgasm further from your reach.

You groaned. You couldn’t help it. As soon as you’d made the sound, the door had opened and you were staring stupidly at the moustached and speckled idiots.

“Having fun in there?”

“Fuck,” you moaned. Their eyes flickered down to your chest, where your hand still gripped your breast. “Take me to bed.”

“Yeah,” Bob said dumbly, helping you out of the cubby. Rooster stood back, toying with the remote in his hands. He switched the tempo up, watching you grip tightly to Bob who was unaware he’d turned the device up again.

Bob cocked his head in questioning as you bit your lip, eyes alight with lust as you cupped his face and guided his mouth towards your own. You kissed the stupid look off his face, his arms sliding around your waist as he kissed you back without hesitation.

You felt the device get turned up once again, hands winding into Bob’s hair as a moan fell past your lips. He took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting, teasing. He groaned as you tugged at his hair.

“Roo, get over here,” you panted.

Roster had been thoroughly enjoying the show, and almost tripped over his feet when you said his name. His hands were on you in seconds, positioning himself behind you as his hot mouth sucked kisses into your neck.

You reached a hand behind you to cup his head, tangling your hand in his hair. He slipped a hand under your shirt, slowly trailing it upwards towards your breast.

You tugged at both of their hair. Bob’s mouth muffled your laugh as they both moaned loudly. Your own shortly following as Rooster roughly palmed your breast over your bra.

“Bedroom,” Rooster mumbled against the shell of your ear. He took your hand and you took hold of Bob’s, following him down the hall to his bedroom.

When Bob closed the door, Rooster gave him a brief glance before nudging you back onto the bed. Your knees folded and you fell backwards onto the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could watch them both. Bob joined Rooster a moment later, the latter digging the remote for the vibrating egg from his pocket and offered it to Bob.

“Your turn,” Rooster tells him, wasting no time in removing his shirt before crawling onto the bed and cupping your face. You lean into his tough, lips seeking his own as you throw your leg over his waist.

You groan into Rooster’s mouth as Bob turned the device back down. Your hands explored Rooster’s back, nails lightly raking down from his shoulders to his waist. He shuddered under your touch, moaning as you sucked on his bottom lip.

You gasped in delight as the vibrations were turned up. Not enough to get you there, but enough that it was pleasant and had you rolling your hips against Rooster’s. His tongue parted your lips and he rolled you onto your back before settling between your legs. He moaned as he rolled his hips, letting you feel his bulge against your core.

You reached between your bodies to undo your pants. Rooster knelt back to help you shimmy out of your pants. Bob knelt on the bed and pressed a kiss to your ankle once Rooster dropped the material to the floor. He copied Bob’s actions on your opposite ankle. Your eyes fluttered open as their hands lightly teased your skin, their hot mouths trailing kisses up your legs.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned loudly, feeling hot, wet kisses placed to your inner thigh. Your hands slipped under your shirt and quickly discarded it, along with your bra. Breasts exposed and nipples taut, Rooster was quick to attach his mouth as Bob’s fingers slipped beneath your underwear and found your swollen clit.

“She’s so wet for us, Roo.” Bob swallowed thickly, his fingers slipping through your slick folds and gripping the rubber from the device to give it a gentle tug.

“Turn the egg up,” Rooster instructed, tongue flicking over your nipple before he began to suckle. You groaned as Bob’s fingers left your slick core to turn the device up, and you opened your eyes to see where he’d gone. He stood at the edge of the bed roughly palming his cock over his shorts.

“C’mere,” you instructed, breathing heavily as Bob knelt beside your head. You tugged his shorts down to free his cock. You gripped the base of his cock, mouth wrapping around the leaking red head. Head bobbing and hand stroking, working together to make the man moan loudly. One hand gripping your head, the other reaching down to pinch your other nipple and squeeze your breast.

You moaned and squeezed your legs together as Rooster rubbed you over your underwear. He moaned and roughly opened your legs to him, pulling your underwear to the side. His fingers rubbed circles over your clit.

You kept stroking Bob’s cock with your hand while you moaned loudly. You were so close, so fucking close.

“Cum for us,” Rooster instructed.

The coil in your stomach was wound so tightly you gasped when your orgasm finally crashed over you. Bob groaned, rolling his hips to fuck your fist as they both watched your body shudder and convulse on the bed. Rooster applied delicious pressure to your clit, making sure you rode your orgasm out entirely. His mouth was on your breast, while Bob continued to palm your other one.

As you came down, you started stroking Bob’s dick again. Using your thumb to tease the sensitive underside of his cock before spreading a bead of precum over the head. He hissed and his eyes flicked over to Rooster who was stroking himself. Mouth wrapped around your nipple, his eyes watching you jerk Bob off.

You drew Rooster’s head up so you could kiss him. His mouth was soft and hesitant, and it would’ve been sweet if you didn’t also have Bob’s dick in your hand. You reached down to palm him over his pants and he groaned appreciatively. His hand winding into your hair as tilting your head back, deepening the kiss. He reached up without second thought and wrapped his and around yours, stroking Bob’s dick with you.

“Fuck,” Bob stammered.

Rooster teased the head of Bob’s dick while you stroked it. Your other hand slipped under the waistband of Rooster’s shorts, fingers wrapping around the length of his dick and giving it a few teasing strokes. He moaned into your mouth before sucking on your bottom lip.

Bob moved down the bed and you felt his hands tugging at your underwear. You lifted your ass and let him slide them off.

“Dude, you’re the only one still wearing clothes,” Bob took the time to make a dig. “Get naked.”

“Fuck you,” Rooster retorted.

“Not this time,” Bob replied just as quickly.

You laughed at the interaction, but it quickly turned into a moan when you felt Bob spread your legs and tug gently at the egg still sitting snugly inside you. You took your lip between your teeth as he pulled it out. Only taking a second to pause before his mouth was on you like a man starved. Tasting and licking and sucking.

You gasped as he took the time to lap at your clit, hands fisting the bed sheets beneath you. He hummed against your core, sending shockwaves through your entirety.

Rooster watched from beside the bed, bottom lip taken between his teeth while he stroked his cock. For now, he was enjoying the show, but you caught his eye and beckoned him over. You wanted to touch him, taste him, kiss him again. Bob teased two fingers at your entrance, making you throw your head back as he pushed them in and hooked them up, stroking the spongy inner wall.

“Think you found her g-spot,” Rooster teased, he locked eyes with Bob in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to your face. He cupped your cheek and leant down to seal your mouth with his, capturing the moan waiting on your lips.

You reached for his cock as he parted from your kiss, shuffling closer so you could take him in your mouth. You taste the precum on his tip and tongue his slit, looking up at him as you take him further into your mouth. He’s got a hand wound in your hair, the other still cupping your cheek.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock,” he praises. You feel Bob moan against you, continuing to stroke that spot inside you that has your vision clouding over.

“Good little cocksucker, huh Roo?” Bob asked as his fingers continue to work you over. “Such a pretty little slut.”

You can’t talk. Your mouth is stuffed full of Rooster, while Bob adds a third finger. Even if you wanted to talk, it’d be to tell them to fuck you. Use you. You’re so desperate to be stretched and filled and they’re taking their sweet ass time.

“You want to fuck her first?” Rooster asks. Your eyes almost roll back into your head at the suggestion.

Bob groaned and removed his fingers as Rooster’s dick slipped from your mouth. You whimper at the loss, but soon their hands are on your body, adjusting you on the bed. Rooster wastes no time pumping his cock a couple of times before tapping the head against your lips, silently asking you to open your mouth.

Your head hangs off the bed, and the second you opened your mouth, he was touching the back of your throat. Releasing a high pitched moan that Bob laughed at.

“Such a fucking porn star,” he teased, positioning the head of his cock at your slick entrance. You hadn’t seen it, but he’d used your arousal on his fingers to slick up his cock, and before you knew it, he’d slipped you the tip.

“Like you don’t moan like that when I suck your cock,” Rooster retorted, and you hear a slap ring out but the sting never comes.

Tears still prickle the corner of your eyes, purely because the angle of your head off the bed and Rooster’s cock deep in your mouth is making you start to gag. You want to gag, but he’s withdrawing just enough so you can catch your breath.

“Fuck you,” Bob replied, reaching up to cup Rooster’s cheek that he’d just slapped and pulling him in for a kiss as he bottomed out inside you. He groaned as Rooster slipped his tongue in his mouth, and together they started rocking their hips.

You could hear the moaning and kissing, and groaned long and low as Rooster’s tip reached the back of your throat again. A warning. You felt overwhelmed. The way your jaw was open so wide to accommodate Rooster’s size, the snap of his hips each time he bottomed out. The ache low in your stomach as Bob bent your legs further back so he could reach deeper inside you.

Fuck.

It was almost too much. Too much happening to you. Too much knowing they were making out and you couldn’t see a goddamn thing. Even if you could open your eyes, all you’d see would be Rooster’s balls and ass.

So you tempted fate.

You reached up to cup his balls with one hand and gathered some spit from your mouth with the other. He stilled as he felt your finger prodding the puckered muscle of his ass, but it was the moan you were waiting for. The gasp and high pitched wail he’d released earlier that you were looking for.

It was like Bob knew why Rooster had tended up, because he’d parted from the kiss with a wicked grin and pressed himself down on top of you. You felt his mouth on your neck as he let a hand wander to join yours, making you push past that tight muscle until you’d reached the first knuckle.

“How you feelin’, big guy?” Bob taunted.

Rooster panted above them. “More,” he pleaded. He reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and Bob took it from him. He was quite content to be balls deep inside you, unmoving, while Rooster slowly got his cock sucked. He knew you were less impressed by the way you kept grinding up against him and wrapping your legs around his waist, but he quickly lubed up your fingers before gripping your hips and giving you a hard thrust.

Rooster’s knees almost buckled as you whimpered around his cock and coughed out a gag, but when you pressed your slicked fingers against his tight hole he stilled again.

“Good girl,” he praised, wrapping a hand around your throat and applying light pressure. “When I squeeze, you go deeper. If I squeeze and you’re knuckle deep, add another finger and start again.”

Bob chuckled, glad he wasn’t the one on the end of Rooster’s orders for once. Finding a delicious rhythm and feeling your walls clench around him each time his cock brushed that spot inside you that had your toes curling. He enjoyed marking your chest with small little hickies, and dropped a hand between your bodies to circle your clit.

You were so close you didn’t feel Rooster applying pressure to your throat. Instead, he gave a few unrelenting thrusts to make you gag before you got the message.

When you came this time, you almost blacked out. It was Bob that kept you conscious.

“Fuck, baby. Cum on my cock. Fuck, that’s it. Fucking milk my cock, baby, I’m so close. So fucking close.”

He stilled as he came, filling you up as you pulsated around him. He groaned loudly and dropped his head to your chest, nuzzling against your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth.

You don’t know how you’d changed positions, but you didn’t care in the slightest. You were now on your knees, with Rooster’s face buried between your ass and his fingers fucking Bob’s cum back inside you. Bob was half under you, half off the bed, with his hands in your hair and his tongue deep in your mouth. You struggled to stay upright, but neither man seemed to care too much about that. Bob enjoyed the weight of you pressed against him, and it made Rooster bury his face and fingers even deeper.

You whined at the loss of Rooster’s tongue in your ass and his fingers from your cunt, but soon felt those same digits pressing against your tight rim and the head of his thick cock between your legs.

“You got one more orgasm for me, baby?” Rooster asked, and you tried to move away as his fingers breached the tight muscle of your ass. His free hand gripped your hip and held you in place as his fingers and his cock stretched your holes.

“It’s too much,” you whimpered. Bob brushed some hair from your face.

“You can give us one more,” he told you. “Show Rooster how good it feels to cum inside you while you’re coming on his cock.”

Rooster groaned as you tensed at Bob’s words.

“I can’t,” you blubbered. Bob wiped away the tear that fell from your eye. “It–I, fuck.”

“You feel so good, baby,” Rooster praised. “So fucking tight. So fucking wet. I’m already so close, babygirl.”

“Fuck me, Roo,” you pleaded. Your head was a mess, but your body betrayed you. This was better than any fantasy you could’ve imagined. Now it was coming true, and you needed Rooster to finish inside you too. You needed to have them both.

“I knew you were a good little slut,” Bob teased. “So desperate for our cocks. Our cum. But you’re not gonna cum again, are you, babygirl?”

You whimpered at his words. At Rooster’s agonizingly slow pace. At the burn of your body around his cock and his fingers. You needed it. You needed to cum again already.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I need to. I need it. Please, fuck, I need to cum.”

“What do you think, Roo?”

Rooster was barely keeping it together. He was close, and he knew exactly what Bob was doing.

“You can do better, babygirl,” he goaded.

“Fuck, Roo. I need to cum on your cock. Need to milk your cock and feel you cum inside me. Want you to cum inside me like Bob. I need you both, please. Please. I need to cum.”

Both men groaned at the admission as the filth spilled from your mouth.

“You want me to cum inside you, babygirl?” Rooster asked, struggling to keep from coming right then and there.

“Deep inside me, Roo.”

“Then cum on his cock, babygirl. Show us how much of a slut you really are,” Bob instructed.

He reached down and toyed with your clit as Rooster picked up the pace. Hard, fast, unrelenting. You came hard, your orgasm bursting through you and coating Rooster’s thighs. He gripped your his tightly as he bottomed out and let you milk his orgasm from him.

“Fucking hell, babygirl. You’re fucking amazing,” Rooster panted, taking a second to make sure you were okay before pulling out. Bob pulled you into his side and Rooster nuzzled up behind you, moving your hand from your neck so he could press a few sweet kisses behind your ear. “Never knew you could squirt.”

“Neither did I,” you replied, struggling to keep your eyes open. “I’m so tired.”

“You did good, baby,” Bob assured you. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

The last thing you remember before falling asleep was Rooster wishing you “sweet dreams, babygirl,” and you hoped there would be more nights like this.

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cupidsrrott · 1 year

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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩; PABLO GAVI

𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, they spend their first night together at his flat.

author’s note; um once again this is not proofread🤗. but this is my first gavi one shot so i hope it was alright!

“Thank you” I say as my friend passes me a drink I gave her a smile as I took sip out of the can the cold alcoholic drink running down my throat. As my friend gave me a smile and a ‘no problem’ as the both of us weaved our way through the crowded house away from the kitchen making sure we were close to one another.

The drink still in my hand as we made our way to the rest of our girlfriends. All of us laughing as we danced together with drinks in hand just the slightest bit tipsy but I was still conscious and alert unlike some of them. I looked around the house trying to find the familiar face of my boyfriend whom I haven’t seen since the start of the night. And was still yet to be seen.

I was still in the middle of my second and most likely my last drink of the night as jeers were heard from outside the large Spanish villa. Most people including my friends and I went outside curious as to the commotion coming from outside. I looked up to the roof as everyone else was doing so.

And right up there on the orange shingles to one level of the house was Pablo Gavi, my dumbass boyfriend. His drink in hand as he raised it in the air causing everyone to continue cheering at his position. A fee people calling out “Golden boy” in chants towards Gavi. As he motioned them to keep going and keep their voices raised over the music playing. I cringed watching my boyfriend up there where the hell were all of his friends.

“Oh my gosh Y/n it’s Gavi!” One of my friends laughed in their completely drunken state now noticing. “Yeah it is” I said with a tense gaze as I looked up at him he looked down to the crowd spotting me out. “This is for you Y/n” he pointed down at me with his free hand. Where was my once shy boyfriend with a conscious.

Getting ready to jump off the roof into the large pool below I yelled out to him but he paid no mind and jumped without a second thought and a scream in excitement. I stood there with widened eyes as everyone around whistled, clapped or yelled out in a cheer.

Once he came down it took him a minute to come out of the pool and it was the longest minute of my life as everyone went silent. He popped his head out of the pool beer bottle in hand, all of the beer had spilled out from his jump. I shook my head in disapproval as everyone began to cheer for him once again at his antics.

Gavi gave toothy smile as he crawled out of the pool to be met with my look of disapproval. “What the hell were you thinking?!” I said firmly over the loud music everyone going back to what they were previously doing. I gave him a slight smack to his bare chest as he most likely left his shirt on the roof.

My friends who were stood behind me had taken their queue to leave not wanting to get in the middle of this and wanting to become even more intoxicated. Gavi’s friends and teammates who were supposed to be watching out for him were nowhere in sight either which was not surprising due to Gavi’s previous ‘stunt’.

“What you didn’t like it? I can’t believe I even made it in the pool, I really thought I was gonna miss it” he said to me adrenaline and alcohol still going through his veins as he spoke like he was trying to catch his breath. “No! Gavi I didn’t, you could’ve gotten seriously hurt that was so not funny” I told him while crossing my arms.

He brought his hands to my forearms pulling me closer to him. “Baby I’m fine” he said with a drunken hiccup “yeah this time” I looked up pointedly at him. “Okay, okay- I-I will not- ever do it again” he slurred as he collapsed on me starting to lose consciousness. “Can we go home?” He mumbled in my neck.

“Yes, please” I sighed aloud twirling my fingers around the hair at the back of his head. He gradually lifted himself off of me and I spotted his shirt on the ground, assuming someone most likely had thrown it down. I picked it up as we made our way through the crowded villa making an irish goodbye.

I handed him his shirt as we were making our way out of the house. He slipped it on over his head and when I took a glance at him the said shirt was on backwards as the graphic design that was supposed to be on the back of the shirt was now plastered on his chest.

I shook my head playfully at him as we walked up to his car. And I felt up his pockets for the keys “woah slow down babe we’ll be home soon” he said with a wide smirk. I rolled my eyes at him eventually finding the keys. I tucked Gavi into the passenger side of the car before I fixed myself up comfortably in the driver’s seat.

“Did you buckle up your seat belt?” I asked as the engine of the car started. “Yeah, I did, I did” I looked over to him seeing as he did actually buckle his seat belt but the strap was all contorted. I shook my head biting back a laugh “what?!” He asked exasperatedly. “Nothing” I shook my head at the boy next to me before leaving our parked position.

After the 25 minutes of hearing Gavi whine in his sleep or mumble something while half-awake I had finally driven us to his flat. I looked over at Gavi who was peacefully sleeping I knew I had to wake him up. I ran my fingers through his brown locks and then brought my hand down to caress his cheekbone.

“C’mon Mr.Golden-Boy you have to wake up I need to go home too” I said a little quietly mocking the nickname as he stirs awake with a groan. “Y/n I’m hungry” he whined “well if you get up then you can get something to eat” I tried to comply. He sighs with his eyes tightly shut as he un-clips his seat belt and lets out a small ‘okay’.

I kissed his temple, he leaned into the touch but I sought my way out not wanting to spend my night in a parking garage. I shut the door to my side of the car and made my way around to his side as he pushed open the door forcefully and stumbled out of his seat but I had caught him with the strength I could muster up.

He held onto my waist as he pushed himself up against me using all his body weight on me. I shut the door quite awkwardly with the hand that was wrapped around Gavi’s waist. I used the car keys to Gavi’s car and locked the car as Gavi continued to put all his wait on me and we both made our way to the elevator door stumbling our way in I pushed his floor button and we were on our way up.

“Pablo please just lean on the wall I’m gonna collapse” I told him and gently lifted himself off of me and leaned him against the wall as he let out a weird noise in discomfort. I let my shoulders go from its previous tense hold as Gavi then found himself clinging onto me once again. “Are we here yet?” He murmured into the crook of my neck.

“Almost” I say as he had his arms around me securely as I rubbed his back up and down. Finally a bell was sound and we both made our way out of the elevator, Gavi still with his secure grip but around my shoulders this time as I held an arm around his waist. The both of us walking down the hall making it to his door I found his home key and jiggled it into the lock.

As I was about to push the door open Gavi tripped on something invisible causing him to fall backwards quite embarrassingly. I tried to stifle a laugh because it was past 4 in the morning but as much as I tried I couldn’t help it. And I let out a burst of laughter at the boy who still remained on the ground in his drunken state.

I helped him up in between of fits of laughter he rolled his eyes “that was not funny” “it was very funny” I continued laughing a little while pushing the door open. He huffed as I locked the door and placed his car keys onto the kitchen island. “C’mon” I said with a shake of my and a little giggle at his state.

I kissed his cheekbone as the both of us made our way through his flat. He threw himself on the bed lazily taking his shoes off his feet and throwing them across the room. I slid my heels off as I ordered an uber on my phone. Gavi raised his arms up “what?” I looked at him from my phone, he didn’t say anything but I then figured it out.

“Oh my god, you baby” I rolled my eyes playfully taking his shirt off of his toned body. Holding the shirt between the side of my body and arm as I tied my hair up using the elastic I took out from my clutch then placing the clutch back on top of his dresser. I could feel his eyes burning holes into my back(lower back). “What is it?” I turn around to see him only his boxers it wasn’t a sight I haven’t seen before but it definitely was one I liked to see.

“Nothing you just- I don’t even know if I say it often or not. But goddamn I don’t know if this is too corny but I will never get tired of looking at you.” Even in his intoxicated state he was still trying to charm me. “Yeah it is a little corny” I scrunched my nose, “but thank you” I smiled up the boy who looked as though he was seeing the stars for the first time.

“Now go to bed you can flirt with me tomorrow during your severe hangover” I say placing a hand to his chest but it doesn’t cause his hands to leave my hips. I walked him over to his bed and he fell in quite gracefully. He tucked himself into the bed and I kissed the corner of his mouth. “Goodnight, I have to go okay” I looked at him as a frown etched his way onto his face.

“Why?” Before I could answer my phone went off with the uber notification. “Because my uber is here” I told him rubbing my thumb across his jaw. He sighed, “please stay” he said quietly and looked up at me innocently. I leaned my head to the side contemplating whether I should just sleep here alongside my boyfriend in his larger and comfier bed but not have my makeup removed properly and no silk pyjamas.

Or I could go home to my slightly smaller bed without my boyfriend but have my proper night routine and my silk pyjama button up set. I looked him in the eyes once more before shaking my head. “Okay, okay I’ll stay but you better make up for this tomorrow because I don’t have pyjamas or any of my skin stuff.”

“It’s okay you don’t need all that fancy moisturizer you can use my soap” he smiled up at me. I let out a groan in my head I walked back towards my phone to cancel my uber. But not before Gavi grabbed my wrist gently and pulling me down for a kiss as he fiddled with the Van Cleef bracelet on my wrist he had gifted me.

I pulled back a small smile graced my lips and his, I then cancelled the uber on my phone that was next to the shirt he wore tonight and next to my clutch. I opened his dresser drawer pulling out a simple cotton FC Barcelona T that he usually wore to bed. I held it up to my chest and I could smell him just on this shirt. I also pulled out a pair of his plaid pyjama pants knowing I was going to be cold in just a shirt.

I made my way to his bathroom keeping the door open knowing full well Gavi was watching the whole process of me removing my jewellery changing and washing the makeup off my face. I made sure that my makeup was fully removed, so I dried my face with a hopefully clean face towel that was found folded in his bathroom drawer with other towels.

I made my way to his bed after switching off the bedroom light. The room now completely dark but shapes could be seen including Gavi’s, Gavi who turned to his other side saw me climb into the bed with him. “You are very lucky I don’t have class tomorrow and my roommate has plans with her boyfriend” I say to him pointing a finger at him.

He chuckled before pulling me into his chest, I wrapped my arms around his waist as we were both face to face with each other. “Thank you” he said quietly before pressing a kiss to my lips. “You’re welcome, because I’m sacrificing my moisturizers and face wash. And clean towels for this, and-” “your silk pyjamas I know, I know” he laughs a little.

I looked up at him as he slowly began to doze off while my hands themselves in his hair weaving through his soft locks. I kiss his forehead as he lets a hum and soon enough he pulled himself onto my chest hiding himself into the crook of my neck. While my fingers continued to play with his hair.

It was honestly quite weird spending the night together. It’s not like I haven’t slept alongside him but either one of us has never actually spent the night. But I think I could sacrifice my “fancy moisturizers” and silk pyjama sets once in awhile.

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fkinavocado · 2 years

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DREAAAA.... I just read the DI Harry blurb and I HAVE NO WORDS.... Everytime I think it can't get better IT FUCKING DOES!!!! SUCH A GREAT PIECE!!!!

While reading that I kinda thought of what it would be like to help DI Harry shave??? Like you'll just be sitting on the counter , water running behind you and THE MAN in front of you between your legs. And you're just helping him shave... the vibes of it.... It'll be such a intimate yet sweet / domestic moment. Am I the only one who thinks this is sexy??? Anywaysss my brain's just going too far thinking abt this. LOOKING FORWARD TO READING THE NEXT PART OF DI ISSUES.!! HAVE A GOOD DAY HON!!!

this was requested in march 😅 hope you're still around to read it hun!

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

extra / alternatively, read on wattpad

Intimate (word count: 2.5k)

“Shhhh! Stop that!”

“Whaaat?”

“Stop smiling, I’m gonna nick you!”

Harry threw his head back, laughing “How is shushing me meant to keep me from smiling? You silly girl…” he dipped his head back towards yours and you pulled away just before he got shaving cream all over you, which was obviously his plan

You were sat on the bathroom counter and he stood between your legs, and you’d only gotten as far as lathering up the shaving cream over his face. Turns out he looked quite funny whilst still managing to look dashing, and it was you that started laughing first. After which he couldn’t stop from smiling himself at how amused you were by all this, and everytime you raised your hand holding the razor firmly, you pulled back and giggled some more

“Ok Santa, hold still”

Harry gasped in mock offence “Santa?”

“Well what else am I gonna call you with that "white beard" and near red lips? Look at the silver in your sideburns” you curled a strand of his hair around your left index finger, you were absolutely head over heels about it unbeknownst to him “... so, if the shoe fits?”

Harry slapped your left thigh at that without missing a beat, you were only wearing your panties and one of his t-shirts you always slept in and it’d really stung, especially coming out of nowhere “Ow! What are you punishing me for?! I’ve been a good girl all year, Santa” you pouted

Harry cackled, the tone of it hiding a warning in there, somewhere “Ohhh, but I beg to differ. I have a list of all the times you’ve been naughty” his eyes darkened and your breath hitched seeing his demeanour switch but he cleared his throat and pulled back a bit “But let’s save that conversation for another time, hm? Where were we?”

You smiled coyly and ran the razor under hot water again before bringing it to the side of his face once more, still hesitating.

“...Y/N?”

“Yeah…” you cleared your throat “Sorry. I’m just a bit scared, this looks really sharp. Nothing like my disposable razors”

Harry then grabbed your wrist gently, and looking straight into your eyes he pushed your hand towards the side of his face, pressing the razorblade against his skin and dragging it downwards towards his jawline.

Your eyes widened at the amount of pressure he was applying “Woah. That’s… Ok” you inspected his face while he ran the razor under hot water before placing it back in your hand. You could’ve sworn he must’ve scrapped his skin off but there was nothing but a smooth surface left behind, no traces of blood whatsoever.

“C’mon baby. I don’t break that easily” he winked at you and you huffed. This was not the right time for him to be turning you on. You needed a clear mind to perform what looked like brain surgery on him using the sharpest scalpel.

“Ok” you inhaled “Here goes”

Just when you were about to have the blade touch his skin next to the stripe he’d cleared, he screamed in pain and pulled away, covering his face, and you screamed in return, dropping the razor and covering your mouth in horror “Oh my god!!! Harry! Let me see!”

He removed his hands from over his face, and laughed at your panicked face, he’d not even touched the shaving cream and you had half a mind of running your hands all over it and pressing it into his eyes preferably so that it would sting like a motherfucker “You jerk!!! I can’t believe you just did that!”

You wanted to slide off the countertop but he kept you firmly in place, not removing himself from in between your legs and grabbing your waist. You swatted at his naked chest, once again trying not to get distracted by how it felt like hitting a wall of steel even if you weren’t really putting all your strength into it “The fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Ah, c’mon. Was just having a bit of fun”

“At my expense! Shave your own damn beard, I’m done with this shit. Let me go”

Harry pouted playfully “Ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d get that upset over it. How about I make it up to you, would you consider going through with it then?”

You raised an eyebrow “Make it up to me, how?”

“Well you mentioned your disposable razors were dull, how about I gave you the premium experience? And maybe that way you’d stop being so afraid of sharp blades, too”

“Dunno if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly sporting a stubble”

The corners of his lips quirked up and you couldn’t get used to how red his lips looked in contrast to the white cream surrounding them “Well, you are in between waxes, aren’t you?” he peeked at your crotch and you gasped

“Oh, hell no!”

He chuckled, “Why not?”

“‘Cause… Harry!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before” he shrugged “Up close”

His trademark smirk was making you consider this but then you huffed “I don’t want it growing in coarser”

“It won’t. That’s just a myth, you know”

You furrowed your brows “I don’t wanna know how you know that. But, regardless. I’m not letting you shave my pussy”

“I’ll be careful, baby, don’t you trust me?”

“No, I know you will… I just… it’s…”

“Intimate” he said, touching the tip of his nose to yours and giving you a little eskimo kiss “I wanna do this for you, wanna pamper my girl. Can I?”

You averted his gaze, you knew how intense it got when he spoke to you in that low voice of his that was twisting your insides “Ohkay…”

He puckered his lips and gave the tip of your nose a real peck “Thank you. And then, if you feel more confident you can finish shaving me, if not, I’ll do it myself, ok? Whatever you’re comfortable with”

“Ok” you smiled at him and he smiled back, stepping away to retrieve the razor, removing the blade and searching for a new, clean one. You squirmed a bit before removing your panties and he urged you to scoot further back on the countertop until you were touching the mirror behind you, and he planted your feet on the margin

“Really wanna give it a kiss too but I’m guessing I should maybe apply some shaving cream the traditional way” he gave you a lopsided smile and you rolled your eyes out of embarrassment

He lathered the cream in between his clean palms and then proceeded to distribute it all over your mound and labia and down towards your ass. You squirmed under his touch and he peeked a glance at you “Is my baby getting all shy over this? Can’t believe you let me do filthy things to this pussy and this is what makes you blush”

You covered your face, grinning like an idiot and kicked his shoulder playfully “Oh, shut up”

“You’re lucky you’re covered in shaving cream, sweetheart, otherwise I’d make you shut up, hm? Now hold still for me, grab your ankles, don’t want you making any sudden movements while I operate, ok?”

You scoffed, without being able to hide your grin anymore. You watched him run the razor under hot water and then studied the crease between his brows as he dipped between your legs and saw him reach for the top of your mound “Wait. What are you doing?”

He looked up at you “I thought it was self explanatory”

“No, I mean, why are you starting from up here?”

“Isn’t that how we started on my face?”

“Yeah but that’s… different”

“How is it different?”

Now that you were thinking about it, you realized he was showing you how to shave him going downwards towards his jawline “Wait, you shave with the grain?”

“Of course”

“What?” you laughed “That’s crazy! You’ll never get a smooth shave!”

“Does it not look smooth to you?” he turned his face to the side so that you could inspect the clear stripe on his cheek “It’s a very close shave, darling, that’s why the blade’s so sharp. You never shave against the grain, that’s what leads to bumps and cuts. Now, would you allow the artist to worry about the artwork?”

You were left a bit speechless at that. You’d been waxing for a long time, but whenever you’d had to shave you’d done it against the grain, and he was right, you’d always ended up with razorbumps. So maybe he was onto something.

“You follow the direction of hair growth and then at the end, if necessary, you can go in horizontal swipes, but never against it. Hm. Turns out this is quite the package for you, isn’t it sweetheart? Pampered and educated. And at the end of it all, as a reward for being such a good pupil, thoroughly fucked” he added that last bit in a low voice, as he was concentrating on holding your skin taut in certain areas, and then rinsing the razor under the water from time to time.

Your breath hitched in anticipation, you could already feel yourself getting wet since before he even mentioned anything happening. Just standing there spread eagled like that for him was getting you hot, since your body was used to the pleasure it’d be receiving whenever you were in that position in front of him.

“Oof, baby, gonna have me needing to reapply some cream if you don’t behave. You’re dripping, pretty girl”

You bit your lower lip and he made eye contact with you, and you felt yourself gush even more when he smirked at you, visibly happy to be having such an effect on you whilst doing nothing particularly sexual

The feel of the blade against you yielded by his hand felt very good. A bit too good. Mixed with the idea of how easily he could hurt you, but having all the confidence that he won’t… it was a very heady experience.

His hot breath on your naked core felt amazing, and his focused gaze directly on your most intimate parts under bright bathroom lights should’ve made you feel insecure, but it didn’t. You’d been a bit shy at the beginning, but as minutes passed, you found yourself enjoying the experience more and more. Harry was right. It felt nice, the intimacy of him doing this for you. Before you knew it, he ran a washcloth under warm water and patted off all the excess cream.

You were expecting his handiwork, quite impressed by how smooth it looked. Almost as if you’d waxed, it was a really close shave and before you could comment on it your eyes trailed further away from your own body and landed on his very obvious erection he was sporting in his boxers.

You were surprised, because he’d been so collected and hadn’t looked like you’d been affecting him the same way you normally would while splayed in front of him like that. But he’d kept his cool, careful to focus his attention on the task at hand and not his most primal reactions.

You felt overwhelmed with love for this man.

You watched him switch the blade for a new one and reached your hand out for it. He looked at you and smiled, handing it over to you and resuming his place in between your legs now that you’ve scooted back to sitting on the edge. The cool marble top was very nice against your very hot core, and you also felt how wet you’d gotten. But you could keep it together, just like he’d done.

And then let him ravish you.

But for now, you leaned in to kiss his collarbone and then began shaving him, finally. Tentative at first, but you remembered the pressure he’d applied on both himself and you, and you felt more confident to replicate his actions. It felt very satisfying seeing how smooth you left the skin in the blade’s wake, a sign that you were doing a good job. You were very aware of how closely he was watching your eyes and the way you were focusing on doing it right, and you tried not to let it get to you. He could be quite intense at times.

Before you knew it, you were done. Harry rarely shaved fully, most of the time he just trimmed to a stubble but every now and then he liked to go clean shaven for a few days. You couldn’t make up your mind which you preferred better. He looked so different with and without facial hair.

Shaving it off seemed to take a few years off his face as well. He still looked extremely manly but when he flashed those dimples he had an almost boyish look about him that you found unbearably cute. You’d seen pics of Harry in his early twenties, and while he didn’t look much different, the one thing you always noted was that impish quality about him.

After you patted his face with a damp washcloth, and tapped aftershave lotion onto his skin, he immediately cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a tender kiss. It always felt so novel kissing him bare-faced like that, and the smell of aftershave was sending you spinning. You’d always been such a goner for masculine fragrances.

He licked into your mouth and you hummed in appreciation, grabbing his hips and bringing him flush against your naked core. You let out a desperate mewl when he pressed himself just right against you and you were just about to reach and pull him out of his briefs when he kneeled in front of you and pulled your thighs further apart

“Tsk. What a messy girl” he said before licking you in one long stripe from bottom upwards and you whined

“Please, daddy. Don’t tease…”

He pressed his smooth mouth against your pussy, shaking his head slowly from side to side and you felt like you would black out

“Just making sure I didn’t miss any spots” he mumbled in between sloppily sucking your lips in between his and then finally dipping to push his tongue inside you, making you clutch onto his messy curls

“Please!”

He grabbed just above the crease of your ass as he really went to town, then. You were so ready for him and so turned on that you came embarrassingly fast, nearly slipping off the counter, what with all your juices dripping underneath you.

But when he finally stood back up and pushed his boxers hastily down his legs, you knew you weren’t done yet. And when he pushed into you and you finally saw the look in his eyes and that hint of boyish mischief, your arousal coating his shiny lips, you knew you weren’t anywhere near done “Don’t worry, Santa can go fuck himself, I like my naughty girl getting proper dirty for her daddy.”

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rome-writes21 · 4 months

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What’s Wrong But Feels Right - Part 1

Negan x Reader (Male)

Summary - One of the worst days of y/n’s life turns into meeting the man he would fall for despite his intent to.

Warnings - Swearing, Smoking, Alcohol, Blood, Detailed Gore, Detailed Smut…

A/N - So this is my first story 😅 I’ve written small things before but I’ve never committed to a fanfic let alone posted one. Likes and comments would definitely be appreciated, and if you have any suggestions for short one shots (any character) that you’d like please let me know (especially if you’d like smut in it or not). I don’t know how many parts this is gonna have, and i’ll try to post once a week or more.

Also a shout out to @justsomegdude for helping me through hell with this story. He’s a great writer and you should definitely go check out his fics!

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The tears slowly ran down y/n’s face, almost feeling frozen in time from the cold air. Every breath he took made his body shudder, even though they were short and shaky. From his peripheral vision, he could map out a picture of the dead man beside him, Abraham. He hadn’t gotten himself to look over yet. How could he? All memories he once had with his dear friend were wiped away in the blink of an eye, or more with the swing of a bat.

After Abraham, it was Glenn, someone else whom he’d loved like a brother during the 2 years they’d known each other in this god awful world. Each time the bat got swung onto Glenn, y/n’s body flinched, his heart feeling like it was getting crushed more and more with every hit. You’d of thought that the sobs and cries coming from Maggie would’ve made any of the Saviors around them feel the slightest bit of guilt in their hearts, but none of them batted an eye.

No one on their knees were safe, and for all y/n knew, he could’ve been next. But, did he really care at this point? If the people he loved the most were going to continue to get killed in front of him, why would he want to make it out?…Maybe for the revenge of it all, because y/n could slowly feel that emotion creep up on him despite the sobs that poured from his body. The hatred he felt was growing, and he felt that he would soon run out of tears to even want to feel sad.

Negan, the man who’d been running this “show”, grabbed Rick by his jacket, dragging him on the ground to the RV for a drive. All that could be heard now was the breathing forced through the sobs of each individual. The wait for Negan to return felt like an eternity, yet no one wanted him to come back.

Y/n’s eyes were hurting, burning in a way from the amount of time he spent crying over his dead friends. He looked over to Maggie on his left, seeing the pain in her eyes, the color drained from her face, and it only made everything hurt more. He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t tried to comfort her in any sort of way. Her husband just got beaten to death in front of her, all while he was being mocked. But he was frozen, just like everyone else, not being able to fathom how someone could do this and joke about it……y/n was still sitting up, but was more slouched, his hands digging into the gravel below him, holding him up. There were so many thoughts running through his mind, and not a single one would settle.

The RV slowly rolled into it’s place from before, the gravel crunching underneath it. The door swung open, Rick being thrown through it, onto the ground. He got pulled and dragged just mere feet in front of everyone else, getting absolutely humiliated.

(Time skip to after “that” situation)

Rick was thrown back into line, Carl’s arm still intact thankfully. Negan was rambling while walking back and forth. It felt like he was looking for something, someone, like he wasn’t done yet, and that fueled the fear again. Losing someone else was something they didn’t know they could bare. Y/n kept his eyes on Negan, following his every move. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to do considering Negan took note of this, especially the way y/n was looking at him. The look of pure hatred in his eyes. Negan just did all of what he did to Rick because of the way he was looking at him, and now y/n was looking at him the same way, maybe worse.

Negan turned his attention to the boy, his tone full of annoyance, yet a smile stayed on his face. “Look at you!” He walked closer, his bat swinging in his hand, awfully too close to y/n. “Did you not learn a thing from Rick and what he almost had to do?”

Y/n didn’t respond. Even if he wanted to, what the hell was he going to say? One wrong word and, well maybe there goes his life, or someone else’s. “Nothing to say, huh?….Ballsy.” That’s really all Negan had to say? “Simon, Kenny load him up,” and the two men started to walk towards y/n. Fear struck y/n’s body instantly with those words, knowing there was no way he could resist. He was grabbed forcefully, getting thrown into the back of the truck.

Not too long after, the truck jerked forward. Y/n hadn’t heard any more screams, cries, the beating of the bat since he’d gotten thrown into this thing, and he hoped the remaining people were spared…..Y/n’s mind was blank, all of the thoughts running through his mind before were gone. What was he supposed to think about what just happened?

After what felt like a long time, the vehicle came to a stop, the sound of car doors opening and slamming shut all around. The doors to the truck swung open, three men pulling y/n out, barely giving him time to land on his feet before dragging him inside. The inside of the building was filled with saviors. Y/n realizing how outnumbered they really were was almost laughable.

He got taken to a cell, the door slamming shut, locked. It was pitch black besides the little light coming through the crack at the bottom of the door. The walls, the floor were ice cold. Y/n slowly slid down the wall with his back, sitting down.

He hadn’t gotten sleep for obvious reasons, and although he was exhausted, he couldn’t rest. Every time he’d close his eyes, the image of his friends dead on the ground, blood trickling down their deformed heads took over. He groaned, rubbing his head with his hands.

Jingle * Click

The door creaked open, y/n squinting his eyes a little from the unexpected light. There stood a man in the doorframe, holding a far too familiar object. It was Negan.

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shuchu · 2 years

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Hi hi! Saw your event and i wanted to send a request hehe ^^ congrats on 100! ♡♡♡

NSFW, 98, Vox ❤

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prompt: “i never thought i’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

character: vox akuma

warnings: gn!reader ; NSFW, minors dni ; very suggestive ; explicit words

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“sweet thing, you still there?” vox’s voice brings you back to the current moment. you were on facetime with your demon boyfriend while he was away on a trip to meet his colleagues in person.

you hummed in response, “yeah i’m here. sorry, i was just thinking about how much i miss you.” you pout.

“aww i know honey, i miss you too. i wish you could’ve come with me, the gang was saying how they thought you would tag along with me and they were excited to meet you.” vox pouts too.

“aww, well, tell them i said hi. i wish i could’ve taken time off work.” you sigh.

after a few seconds of silence, you speak up again, “the bed feels so empty without you, i’m so used to your arms around me and falling asleep beside you.” you snuggle a little further down the covers, partially obscuring your face from vox’s view.

“me too y/n, me too…just another week okay? just be patient for a little longer sweetheart and i’ll be home before you know it. oh and just so you know, imma kiss the fuck out of you when i get back.” vox chuckles.

his words reminded you of his lips on your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, his fingers working its magic on you. the memory of vox — pouring all the love that he had for you into that night of love making before he left — had you blushing hard.

“whatcha thinking about sweetheart?” vox asks curiously.

“n-nothing…you just reminded me of the night before you left…” you mumble, hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

but alas, he did and he smirked in response, “oh? i can do that again when i get back…show you how much i missed you.” his voice dipped down in pitch, making a shiver run down your spine.

“something tells me you’re looking forward to it my love.” vox teases, seeing that you were trying to hide your face with the covers.

you feel a pleasurable sensation building in your nether regions as thoughts of vox dicking you down fills your head, you poke your head out from the covers and whine, “babeeee.”

“what? you’re not saying no.” vox says with a sly grin on his face.

you splutter, trying to say something in response, but nothing comes out. it’s true, you do want it, you want him so bad right now.

“don’t tell me you’re already getting excited from the thought of it. you miss me that much huh?” vox teases again, with that sly grin still plastered on his face.

you finally come up with a comeback and say, “vox akuma, don’t get too cocky. you miss me just as much.”

vox sighs, “you know what honey, i really do.” he then groans before saying, “god, the things i’d do once i get back, make sure you’re ready for it.”

you almost squeal at what his words imply, squirming a little in bed. feeling a little bold, you challenge him, “oh yeah? what are you gonna do?”

"i'm gonna make out with your gorgeous face, that's all." vox says with a blank expression. "what? were you thinking of something different my dear?" he flashes you a cheeky grin, knowing very well what he's doing to you.

you groan. this fucking demon i swear to god. he's going to be the death of me.

you glare at vox through the phone screen. "you know what you meant, stop pretending like you aren’t thinking of fucking the living daylights out of me. making me moan your name and claw down your back while you pound relentlessly into me, stuffing me full with your cum."

you gasp after you realise what you've just said and you hide under the covers again, your face burning.

you hear vox let out a guttural groan before saying, "sweet thing, don't hide, let me see you."

you slowly peek your head out from the covers again, you see vox's lust blown pupils as he gazes into yours through your phone screen.

"i never thought i'd hear you say that, such filthy words coming out from that pretty mouth of yours, fuck, that's hot."

"well, since you weren't gonna say, i'll say it for you.” you retort.

vox chuckles and hums lowly, “mhm and that you did my darling, i’ll be sure to reward that pretty little mouth of yours when i get back.”

you hide your face again, cheeks still burning from embarrassment.

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vvqndqs · 1 year

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‘RUN’ Young!Spider Socorro x Young!Sully fem-reader

warnings: none really. reader gets a little scratch on her knee, Spider gets yelled at by Jake.

requested: Yes | No

plot: You and Spider go wandering in the forrest without permission and get caught.

notes: Lo’ak and Tuk aren’t born yet and kiri hasn’t been adopted yet. Reader is Neteyam’s twin. Neteyam isn’t with them because he was being a good boy and stayed with Neytiri.

“C’mon y/n keep up!” Spider whined impatiently. Ate the rate you were running you would surely get caught. “I’m tired wait a second.” You said picking up the pace. “We have to hurry before Jake and Neytiri notice we left.” Spider said hoisting you up to the tree branch he was sitting on.

“So why’d you bring me up here?” You question. “Just wanted to spend time with you.” Spider replied watching his feet dangle. You spent most of your days with spider on this very branch. Watching life bloom around. Even hiding from Thanators on that branch with him. Always him. You two stayed up there for hours until you heard-

“Y/n where are you?” Jake yelled slightly nervous that he had lost one of his children. “Shit! RUN!” Spider yelped. “We’re gonna get in trouble.” You said on the verge of tears. “You thought you two were so clever sneaking off while your mother and I were busy.” Jake said slightly irritated. “Come on!” Spider yelled pulling your arm rather harshly.

You had no time to prepare yourself for the fall so when Spider tugged at your arm, your frail body immediately hit the ground. “OUCH! What the hell Spider?” You cried out. Spider didn’t have time to answer before you pushed past him and started sprinting.

“Where was all this energy when we first came out here?” Spider chuckled sprinting beside you. “Shut up!” You groaned slightly in pain. Spider didn’t notice when you pushed past him but you were limping. “Wait stop.” Spider called out as soon as he noticed. “We need to go back.” “Why? You’re the reason we’re running right now!” you said irritated.

You would’ve immediately given up if spider hadn’t tugged your arm. “You’re hurt.” he argued. “No shit.” you replied bluntly. “JAKE.” Spider yelled. “SHUT UP.” you yelped. You were about to start running again when Jake appeared behind you. “Y/n hurt.” Spider said quickly. “No i’m not.” you said. “Where?” Jake said ignoring you. They were conversing like you weren’t even there.

“Her knee or leg I’m not sure but when we were running, she was limping.” Spider said immediately. “Come.” Jake said tugging the same arm Spider had. You winced and glared at Spider as Jake dragged you away and Spider tailed behind.

“What were you thinking?” Jake said. Already starting his lecture. “You could’ve gotten hurt!” “I already did!” You said, expecting him to say that. His lectures were always the same. ‘what we’re you thinking’ ‘you could’ve gotten hurt’ ‘you had me and your mother so worried’

“You had me and your mother so worried” He said. Spider slightly chuckled. “What’s funny?” Jake asked. “Nothing sir.” Spider said quickly. What Jake hadn’t seen was you mocking him behind his back. Before you two knew it you were back at the hometree. “There you are! Ma ite why have you wandered off” Neytrir said sobbing.

(A/N: because she alaways is for some reason)

You glanced back to Spider who was being lectured by Jake a few feet away. “Just wanted to. I was bored.” You said calmly. “I’m so glad you’ve- you’re hurt.” she said cutting herself off. “No- i’m- It’s fine.” You said dismissing her completely. “I will take you to Mo’at.” She said. “Okay.” You said defeated. If there was one thing you weren’t going to do was argue with your mother.

You looked over at Spider who now looked extremely sad. “At least we had fun right?” You called out for him. Spider smirked and looked over at you. “Yea.” He said chuckling.

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vacantgodling · 6 months

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Effe looks sick ! Tell me more 👀

so to explain dearest EFFE, i’m actually going to have to explain twilight idanly, my poor poor angel.

so let’s start at the beginning. to get some more context read about her younger twin sister whisper here. and this is gonna be broken up in 3 sections.

pt 1: twilight idanly, the terranean

as mentioned, twilight was the elder twin sister of whisper though many assumed the opposite. she was much more demure and soft spoken compared to her sister, and didn’t really agree with their father’s single minded hatred of the other side of their family. she wanted to be able to mingle with them, however, her father forbade them from seeing the rest of their family sans important events. twilight felt very isolated and alone during this period.

chance for freedom came in the form of the day of fissures… or it could’ve. she wanted to leave eros along with their cousins to venture into the unknown, however, whisper forbade her and had her physically restrained. after the fire separated the two halves of their family and the aegeans from the nomads, twilight was unsure of her fate, with whisper being named chieftain of aegos. but she would soon discover fate would not be kind to her.

pt 2: twilightsorrow, the beast

as the HWM grew and vis was able to be transformed into tenom, whisper started to have many defectors experimented upon to see if they could withstand the beastly transformation, or increase of their cava. most died. but twilight lived. her sorrowful wails of agony as her teeth grew, and horns protruded from her body and her eyes’s sclera changed to black among other horrifying transformations led to the guards who watched over her to rename her twilightsorrow, and then eventually just the beast.

every fortnight, she would be released into the overrun argos and in a bloodlust haze, would slaughter thousands of monsters and beasts alike. she didn’t remember much of what she did during that time. she stopped being capable of speech beyond a few words at times, and fully began to drown in the depths of this terribly dark place; on the brink of being transformed fully into a beast herself.

however,

one lonely night a bard was thrown in the cell next to hers. he too had tried to run away and before he could make it out of eros he was caught for the next round of experiments. his name was reed, and he carried with him a reed pipe. at this point the knowledge of sana, cava and ars was becoming more common place, and he knew he had quite a lot of ars and was able to, as many bards back then could, use cantatio; able to create magic and gusts of wind and other small spells with his pipe. though twilightsorrow didn’t wish to speak to him, he spoke to her, and eventually left her his reed pipe teaching her the musical note in the terranean scale “effe” as well as the magic that goes along with it.

(as an aside: the note effe correlates to the note in our world F, and magically is associated with gales, gusts, powerful short bursts of wind. the longer or louder it’s played the more damage it can cause over a continuous period of time).

when he was taken away, he was killed, unable to withstand tenom. but in secret twilightsorrow continued to practice effe, hoping that one day she could be able to escape.

the time eventually came. when she was brought to be let loose into argos to roam and slaughter again, twilightsorrow blew loud, clear, and deafening into the reed pipe, summoning as much magic as she could muster to break apart the cage, and killing her escort posse in the process. she fled into the woods never to be seen by another terranean again.

pt 3: EFFE, goddess of winds, gales and gusts

realistically that should be the end of her story. but it’s not! she wandered on her own for weeks, eventually coming to the brink of death and near starvation when she was found by the ancient god of chaos (among other things), MIZDARR. he could sense the chaos within her, and was able to see her memories as to what she went through before she was found. he asked her if she wanted to live and she barely managed to say yes.

it was then that he transformed her; from a mangled and broken beast to a beautiful, powerful, dangerous goddess in her own right. she grew beautiful curling horns and wings, able to summon all manners of wind and weather at her beck and call. his one restraint on her is that she could not ever return to eros and seek revenge on those who did this to her — because without that, she would’ve been unable to be reborn. she agreed to this, took to the skies, and has not set her feet on the ground ever since.

the experimentations of eros were purposefully destroyed by those at the now defunct HWM and no one will ever know the true origins of the wind goddess. but, EFFE likes to keep it that way. she prefers who she is now over who she came from any day.

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this was quite long but i have a special place in my heart and head for twilight/EFFE. there’s a character named after her in present day terrae as well, named efelia who is someone clear meets before canon and tbh with all of EFFE’s backstory, it’s kind of fitting.

after being ascended to deity-hood, EFFE and The Lady of the Mists (or pinella-long story) were able to reunite, and The Lady helped her process some of her grief. the two of them spend a lot of time together now that neither of them could in mortal life :’)

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marerosa · 1 year

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ೃ༄ Made for Him ☽

|| jim street x deacon kay | read on ao3 | moodboard here

☾ summary ; ‘ He doesn’t look up at first, swiping on his phone waiting and for the mystery man to say something or run off. He’s got nice work boots on, dark blue jeans bunched at his ankles, and if Street glances up just enough he can see how the man fidgets with his gold wedding band on his left hand. Typical. But nervous so maybe not. ’

☾ notes ; @blathannabeaga here it is!! The first installment of the #daddysdirtymotelrooms au!

☾ warnings ; sex work, heavy daddy kink, rough sex, m receiving oral, cum eating, swearing, infidelity

It only takes a month after being thrown off swat for Street to cave and go back to what he knows best, to what he’s known far before being a cop. The moneys nice and going down on random people isn’t so bad anyways, the full on sex people always leave a nice tip, complimenting Streets “techniques” and loving how he can go from submissive to dominant in a second.

Besides, it’s not like he fully quit being a cop, he still works patrol in the daytime hours, still helps people and catches bad guys or whatever. The other work is just for extra money and some adrenaline rush.

Maybe he should’ve done that back when he was on swat? It could’ve helped him calm down or— Street shoves those thoughts far, far down, he refuses to think about swat or about the team, he’s never going to get his job back and he has to be at peace with it. Even if he’s still a little pissed off about it. Working the streets isn’t even that bad anymore, he makes a good amount of money, he can defend himself if need be, and doesn’t have to worry about heading back to his apartment since he’s in a random hotel each night.

The apartment he pays rent on isn’t even really his anymore. It’s Karen’s, has been for a while now, he had started to go out at night in a ways to get away from the building but now he’s told Karen straight up that he isn’t coming back, that he’ll pay the rent but it’s hers, that he can’t live with her again. No surprise there.

Half of Street knew how bad of an idea it was to let Karen live with him after she got out of jail, Hondo was right no matter how much Street doesn’t want to admit it, but that’s over and done with for as far as James is concerned. He likes staying in the motels, it reminds of his teenage days in the system, and gives him an odd sense of nostalgia.

Though Street can’t say he was expecting to be stuck in this situation.

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It had started as a normal night, he hadn’t found anyone he particularly liked or wanted to put his mouth anywhere near so he passed on a few guys, and one girl, but that’s just how it goes. For him at least, other people, more desperate for money, will take whoever and whatever they can get. Street tells himself he has standards but that might be a lie, he just looks for people that seem like fun.

As the sky grew darker and city lights lit up the small parking lot he’s sat in— empty aside from a few other workers and right behind a little pizza shop that is fine with people camping out by his dumpsters— Street sighed a bit to himself, contemplating getting his own hotel room and not even bothering with anyone tonight, until he gets approached.

He doesn’t look up at first, swiping on his phone and waiting for the mystery man to say something or run off. He’s got nice work boots on, dark blue jeans bunched at his ankles, and if Street glances up just enough he can see how the man fidgets with his gold wedding band on his left hand. Typical. But nervous so maybe not.

When Street does let his eyes travel all the way to the man’s face his whole body pauses a moment. Eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar but quickly closed, the last person he expected to see was Deacon Kay but hey, if he wants to pay Street, he’ll gladly take the money, even if it questions his morals a bit.

“Just gonna stare?” He straightens his back up and puts on a small smile, it seems to soften Deacon, making him breathe a much needed breath.

“Uh- no, no, Ahem.” Street surveys around Kay for a moment or two, there’s no cars parked in the spots he’d expect any of the other twenty squad members to park, Deacon wouldn’t be this genuinely nervous if he had a wire on, nor this red in the face. He’s alone.

“What’re you doing here Deac?” There’s what looks like two crumpled hundred dollar bills in his calloused hand, having been balled up then flattened over and over from what Street can tell. Two hundred is low for practically anyone in this part of town but this is Deacon, Street will cut the rules just a bit.

“Street….” It sounds pathetic. All pitchy and desperate, Deacon's head drops to stare at his feet and fingers spinning his loose wedding band around.

“You just wanna talk or do you wanna get off? I can’t offer both, it’s one or the other.” He stands and basically decides for both of them what they’re gonna be doing tonight.

It’s easy to grab Deacon's hand and start walking him over to the motel across the road, there’s no words of protest or even a resistance in Deacon's hand, he follows idly. It’s honestly not that surprising to Street, Kay being here is of course a big one, but him being a nervous wreck isn’t, he’s not the type that Street would think has done this even once before.

The room Street rented earlier in the night clicks open in a way that definitely isn’t secure, he doesn’t care, that’s part of the thrill. And turning to see Deacon's big eyes tracking Streets every movement makes it all that much more enjoyable, who knew the Catholic Dad had such a taste for twenty five year olds?

“Never done this, have you?” The head shake he gets in response is jerky and tentative, David not moving an inch from where he stands in front of the closed door even as Street sits against the squeaky mattress.

“How much you got there?” It’s almost embarrassing how the older man fumbles with the bills in his hand, stretching his arm to give Street the crumpled three hundred, huh, more than he thought.

“I’m usually more expensive than this Deac, but I’ll make an exception and blow you, k?” Street can’t help but smirk when a choked breath escapes Kays mouth, so easy to fluster, not a complaint though, it makes Streets job all that much easier

“I need some words.”

“Ye-yeah that’s okay, that’s good.” Good, Street smiles at it before he steps off the bed and crowds Deacon to the wall beside the door.

A beat passes before he presses his mouth to the taller man’s, lacing his fingers into the short hairs at the back of Deacon's neck as he swipes his tongue once over Kay’s lips, eagerly exploring when Deacon parts his lips and moans into Streets mouth. He’s already halfway hard, James can feel it through the tight material of Kays jeans when he reaches a hand down to palm at Deacon's length.

Another moan tells Street it’s time to actually get to work. He sinks to his knees quickly, licking his lips once Kay’s boxers and jeans pool at his ankles, leaving his thick cock on full display. He’s at least seven inches, wider than Street is himself, a sheen layer of precum coating his tip before Street even touches his mouth to the straining muscle.

The noise that drops from Deacons mouth once Street wraps around him can only be described as obscene, it even takes Street off guard, has Deac really not been with someone in this long? Whatever, this should go quickly then.

“Street- go-god- Jesus Christ—!” A hand tangles into Streets hair swiftly, tugging him forward til his nose touches Kay’s pelvis and he chokes on the wideness of Deacons cock, pulling off with a cough and drool dripping down his chin. He hasn’t choked like that in forever.

“Sorry- I am sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough, I’m so—!” Street shakes his head and wipes his mouth, stopping Kay’s frantic apologies.

“It’s okay, just took me off guard, you can pull my hair but you gotta warn me a bit before pushing into my throat like that.” There’s still a petrified expression on Deacons face but he nods along.

“Do you want to use my throat like that?” The room goes dead silent for what feels like an eternity after Street asks the quiet question.

“…I don’t want to hurt you.” There’s an undeniable softness to Deacons words, his hand finds Streets jaw tenderly, thumb brushing against Streets spit dried cheek and breathing a little more heavily.

“You can be rough, it’s okay. I can take it, daddy, I promise.” A lust ignites in Deacons eyes at Streets whisper, he nudges James forward til he wraps around Deacons cock again, a groan leaving both of their throats at the sensation.

“Fuck, so good. You ready for me to use you?” There’s newfound confidence in Kay’s words, a smile small on his face when Street nods as much as he can.

Everything after that is messy and rough. Deacon is more vocal than Street ever thought he’d be, praising Street like no other, slamming his cock down James’ throat as harshly as he can, holding his head still with a hand gripping into the thickest parts of Streets hair, and shooting all over Streets face when he does finish.

It’s in his hair, dripping off his nose, falling onto his lips where James can lick it off but he’ll need a proper shower to really be clean. Street goes to stand, walk to get a towel maybe, but he can’t when Deacon kneels in front of him, a hand on Streets jaw again.

“Let daddy clean you up darling.” A heat rises up to his cheeks when Deacons tongue flicks out to swipe his cum off Streets cheek, moving all around his face with kitten kisses and gasps escaping Street at just how turned on he really is from this all. He never thought in a million years he’d have his ex-teammate eating his own cum off Streets face, but he’s here, and fuck if it isn’t hot.

“Stay, I don’t care about the money, just— fuck- stay. Please daddy.” It’s all Deacon needs to hear. He moves them both up to the bed in record time, stripping Street out of his too-tight pants and too-short shirt, leaving him clad in boxers while Kay pulls his own shirt off, gold cross necklace dangling on his bare chest and matching ring cold on Streets hip when David wraps a hand around his side.

“You’re so gorgeous baby, always thought you were perfect for me.” Quick presses of kisses cover Streets thighs and abs between Deacons words of praise, his hands smoothing up Streets soft skin.

“Knew you looked at me longer than the others, knew you wanted me.” Street arches up when Deacon flattens his tongue against the bulge in Streets boxers. He really did see Kay looking an extra few seconds in the locker room or after a workout when James was nice and sweaty, it was nothing that Street thought to bring up or report, but it was known to him, and maybe he’d play into it a few times.

“Course I wanted you. You’re mine, like you were made for your daddy.” Whimpers start to fall from Streets mouth when Deacons tongue starts swirling and his head starts bobbing, working Street like he’s done this a thousand times and knows exactly what James likes. Like Street really is made for him.

“Fuck— wanna be yours, so good daddy, so good—!”

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They fall asleep wrapped around one another that night, Deacon holding Street to his chest and rubbing a hand at his back til he falls asleep, a wedding ring indent on Streets hip from where Deacon had held as they fucked, hand shaped bruise matching the band placement, a sweet kiss pressed to Streets hairline before David drifts off himself.

They’ll learn to become accustomed to this, the bruises and scratches, the secrecy, even after Street eventually gets back on the team, they still rent that motel room out and explore each other in the dim yellow lighting, that extra bond nobody else has nor knows about.

#sammy writes #js #jim street #dk #deacon kay #jim street/deacon kay #daddysdirtymotelrooms

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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I had no plans, no plans at all, to write something for @steverogersweek day 2. I thought I would come up with something else. But I looked at the prompts again and Steve + clothes… I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve had a bunch of thoughts about this before, (here and here for example) and I probably will again. Sooo here it is. A timeline, of sorts.

5+1: 5 times Steve wore a suit/uniform, and one time…

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: for @steverogersweek, day 2, Prompt: Clothes

Read on Ao3 or below:

1. Brooklyn, 1936

“Stevie, almost ready to go?”, Bucky’s voice sounds through the bedroom door, and Steve can tell he’s trying to not put too much pressure on him, is careful to keep his voice soft, just checking in rather than trying to rush him. He responds with a frustrated grunt. Steve continues to pull on the hem of his heavily starched collared shirt, but there’s nothing at this point that will get the creases out. Can’t even get this right, he thinks, but there’s not much to be done about it now. He takes one last look in the mirror, combing his bangs away from his face with his fingers. It’s a decent enough suit. The best they could get, at least. It cost them a fortune and still, it’s not good enough, not what his ma deserves. But there’s no way they could’ve afforded something better - he’ll be struggling to afford anything more than the bare minimum for a while as is. It almost makes him want to laugh. Because he knows, this he knows for sure. He’s never, ever, putting this suit on again.

2. Brooklyn, 1943

When Senator Brandt told him there was still a way to serve his country, this was not what he had imagined. At all. But he’ll do what’s necessary, if there’s a chance he can do anything that counts for something. The suit though…the suit is a problem. Obviously it’s a little ridiculous, in an over the top, patriotic way. That’s not it, necessarily. It’s that no one told him. He guesses there was no one to tell him, Erskine probably having been the only one that would have known or could have guessed. Could have guessed that all his sense are dialed up to 11 now, that any fabric on his skin feels like so much more, for good or for bad. The cowl, the gloves, the really tight bodysuit, they’re all made of pretty durable fabrics. But on his skin, to his senses? It might as well have been made out of sandpaper. It’s hard to put those feelings aside, feelings of fabric scraping over his skin, the discomfort bordering on pain. But he’ll have to. He signed up for this, and if Steve is anything, anything at all, he’s not a quitter.

3. London, 1943

When he’s laying down in bed that night, he knows he talked with the Howlies, knows he talked to Peggy. About something or other. But the only thing, the only thought running through his mind… the only thing in his head, keeping him up, is that one question Bucky asked him. “But you’re keeping the outfit right?”, he’d asked, a grin on his face. He’s known Bucky for so long. Thinks he can read any expression, understand every tone of voice, just instinctively know what Bucky is getting at. But this time? This time he’s thrown for a loop. What did he mean? Was it meant as a joke? Which would be fair, given the tight fit and the whole red, white and blue of it. And those god damn boots. Or did he mean something more by it? Did he maybe even like the outfit? Or rather… Steve in the outfit? He stares up at the ceiling for hours, trying to figure it out. He knows what he wants the answer to that question to be. He’s just not sure that he could ever be that lucky. He never really is.

4. Washington DC, 2014

He know the words that just left his mouth sound a little… he doesn’t actually know what it sounded like to Sam. “If you’re gonna fight a war, you got to wear a uniform” . He thinks, he hopes, that Sam thought he was talking about the symbol of it. That the Captain America suit, being recognizable as a symbol for honor and good , used to inspire people to fight in the past, could maybe be used to inspire some people within Shield to take their side, give them the extra push. Don’t get him wrong, he hopes it does. That’s not why he’s wearing it though. But he doesn’t think he can tell Sam about his, frankly, desperate move to wear something Bucky might recognize. He’ll do almost anything necessary to stop project Insight from fulfilling its goals. But he can’t… he can’t hurt Bucky. It’s a last-ditch effort, maybe a hopeless idea. But if there’s a chance, even the smallest chance, that seeing something so familiar to him triggers anything? Steve will take it. He’ll do anything, anything to get him back.

5. Wakanda, 2016

Steve’s a little nervous. He worked on the sketch for his new uniform for hours, thought about it for days. After Siberia and dropping the shield he knew for sure. He’d taken the Avengers patches off the suit already, but after that last confrontation with Tony…it only confirmed what he already knew. He could no longer be that symbol, not in the way people wanted him to, that was demanded of him. He’s seen and experienced too many times what the power of institutions can do, how they’re corrupted every single time. But he’s not going to just sit down and give up the fight. People still need help. And he believes in people, trusts them more than he’s ever believed in any government or institution. That’s what was on his mind when he designed this new suit. The person he trusts most in this world is - and always will be - Bucky. His strength, his kindness, his resilience, the way he can still see good in others even with all he’s been through. He’s always been like that and no one could really take it away. Steve had been looking through old pictures of him and the Howlies with Bucky one day, because Bucky had asked. And Steve had seen those photos, seen Bucky’s uniform back then, how beautiful he’d looked in it and what it had represented to him - Bucky’s strength, Bucky’s trust in him - and he’d just known. Known what he wanted to wear, if he was going to continue the fight. It fits like a glove, the fabric Shuri used feeling like silk on his skin. He breathes in deep before he opens the door to their living room, ready to show Bucky. He hopes he gets it. He knows he will.

+1, Upstate New York, now

He’s pushed against the wall next to the bedroom door of the cottage they’re renting. Hard. For a second he thinks he’s glad Bucky isn’t using his full strength. Yet. Because he’d hate to explain a super-soldier sized dent in the wall. It’s only for a second though, because Bucky is pressing into him, biting his neck and running his tongue over it to sooth the sting. Steve gets with the program quickly enough, reaching out to pull Bucky’s face up, close to his, kissing him with all he’s got. He’s almost desperate for it, but luckily, Bucky is on the same page, returning the kiss just as fiercely, moaning a little when Steve bites his lower lip. “Off. It’s gotta come off”, he demands, growls. Steve is about to try take off his suit jacket, unbutton his shirt, but Bucky doesn’t seem to have that kind of patience. Before Steve can even move, he hears a tearing sound, feels the jacket and shirt being torn right off his body, falling to the ground. They spent a fortune on this suit. And it was perfect. A perfect suit to marry the love of his life in, on a perfect day. But he doesn’t mind so much. Forget suits, forget uniforms. The only important thing he’s ever gonna wear again? The band on his finger, a perfect match to Bucky’s.

#steverogersweek2022 #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #fic #maya tries to write

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muggycuphead · 6 months

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weird flex but ok i guess pt.31

War…Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ (and dark themed) designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XXVI]

*Note: this occurs almost a year after BF moved in NG city and met up GF, alongside the nights out they go on

1. Not-so-discrete sneak-in

(GF and BF are just casually walking by the street, when suddenly…)

“…Yo, what’s going on there?”

“Huh?”

(BF turns to where GF is looking at, and sees a strange rocky-humanoid guy sneaking in his family’s workshop after breaking the lock open)

“What the... oh, oh no. G, that guy is clearly looking for trouble, we gotta get him fast!”

“Wait, you sure? He seems tough, even for me…”

“That ain’t no excuse! I’m gonna defend my family’s place even if I gotta take a few blows for it!”

“…You know what? F it, let’s go get that rascal!”

Now that’s what I call having quite the guts

2. Track-down

(BF and GF walk over the shop, being as quietly as possible)

“{There he is…}”

“{What is he even doing…?}”

“{Looks like he’s meddling around with the gas supplies…Not much of a surprise considering who he is, honestly…}”

“{…Well, what’s the plan now?}”

(BF takes out his phone he brought along and takes a picture, then sends it to Broddy and pockets the phone back)

“{Hopefully it reaches soon. For now, we must keep him busy until they come over}”

“{You do realize you could’ve just called the cops with that, right?}”

“{We can’t risk having him run away}”

(The intruder finally notices the mumbling from afar, and turns around, slightly noticing BF and GF hiding through the dark)

“Looks like I got company here, huh?”

(GF gasps as softly as possible) “{Oh no!}”

“{It’s time, now or never}”

Y’all I tried make this one make sense without derailing to overboard nonsense; FNF might be funny hehe most of the time but bruh

Though y’know, we talking about kiddos here, so…y’know

3. Facing off the crook

“What’re ya pipsqueaks doin’ here, huh? Didn’t ya mommas ever told ya not to snoop into other people’s business?”

“Well, first and for most, you basically left the door open there so it’s not like you weren’t sort of ‘inviting’ us in anyway; also kinda dumb for a burglar that should know what he doing if you ask me”

“And talk about snooping into other’s business, that’s exactly what’cha doing here at mah family’s property, yo grease rat! But be sure I ain’t gonna let’cha get away with it, no siree nay!”

(During BF’s speech, GF cast a spell under her breath and emerges her wings out, catching flight soon after)

“And neither am I”

(Charcoil chuckles, leaving his stuff behind and getting slightly closer to the kids, cracking his knuckles with a smug glance)

“Well, would’cha look at that? Little kids tryna be thugs here, how cute. But if you two are down for a buffet of roasted knuckle sandwiches then I’m all for serving ‘em. C’mon, chump, show me how much can you take!”

Bro sure ain’t afraid of the fuzz

This is up to each’s imagination now, idm

4. His loss, yet her motivation

(Suddenly, in the middle of the racket, BF gets distracted and Charcoil, taking advantage, punches him on the face, dropping him aside and knocking him out in the process)

(GF pauses and looks at him with worry) “B!” (Yet, she’s interrupted by Charcoil trying to do the same to her, but failing as she flies away from him)

“Pft, what a joke; boy was so eager on getting my ass, yet didn’t last long enough to get through with it. You really should reconsider ya peer pickin’, girl”

(Wrong choice of words.txt)

(GF gradually goes from concern to anger…to straight up vindication, as she frowns towards ‘Coil)

“…You wanna go bro? YOU WANNA PIECE OF ME?!” (fires up) “I’LL SHOW YA!”

Mess with someone of your same element, you ass

5. Fuck ‘em up

“For a defective demon child, you got quite the blow!”

“Shut your trap, jerk!”

Again, up to interpretation for the most part

But still

YEAH DESTROY ‘EM WOWOWOWOW--

6. BAD BAD BAD BAD

(Suddenly, in between the whole mess-a-roo, Charcoil gets an idea, and quickly taking one of the gas supplies, throws it towards GF as she casts a fireball spell, which ends up hitting the gas tank)

“OH NO!”

“Gotcha!”

(The gas tank gets shoved towards the remaining gas supplies, as Charcoil jumps away, “taking cover”)

(Seeing the upcoming disaster, GF quickly drops herself onto BF, covering his body with hers and her wings, preparing for the worst to happen next)

Fuck you Charc u piece of shiitake

#bfsh #fnfau #friday night funkin'#fnf au #alternative timeline #alt universe #au #alternate universe #elon musk with twitter be like

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moonlight15sworld · 1 year

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Fem y/n x Sapnap love story pt.3

The big decision,

Start: ‘a week after the last scene’

*sighs* (night wall duty is always so boring nothing cool ever happens I swear) huh? What’s going on over there? Omg part of the forest is on fire! (This is Sapnaps doing wait that’s a kid he’s stuck in the fire I have to help him!)*jumps down from the wall and runs into the fire* hey kid can you hear my voice? “Please help me I’m scared” don’t worry it’ll be okay just come to me “I’m over here” there there I’m gonna get us out of this (‘not too long after that’) *coughing* (come on I have to get him out *coughs* of here) *collapses onto the ground* (no not yet…) ‘some people come running over to y/n and the boy before y/n completely blacks out’

The next day: *y/n starts to wake up* (ugh where am I? Where’s the boy at? Wait who’s under me!?) *y/n try’s to get up* “relax love” where am I and what happened to the boy? “Your at our base and the boy was safely returned to his parents don’t worry” why? “What is it love?” Why did you save me you could’ve left me there and taken the boy “now why would I do that love?” *y/n starts crying* “hey hey don’t cry what’s wrong love?” Stop doing this! “Stop doing what love?” We’re enemy’s! I don’t understand why you’re being so nice to me *Sapnap wipes y/n tears away* “please don’t cry if you calm down we can talk more about this” *Sapnap sits down next to y/n* “I’m sorry y/n I didn’t consider how this would affect you” I’m so confused “I know and I’m sorry I just love you so much and I didn’t know how to show it and it didn’t really help that we are on different sides” you really love me? “I do even if we aren’t on the same side so will you be my girlfriend?” I’d love to be your girlfriend “don’t worry I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want too” Sap? “Yes love?” Can I stay here with you I I just don’t wanna go back to that *y/n looks away from Sapnap* “hey look at me *y/n looks at Sapnap and he kisses her* I love you y/n I don’t mind you staying here at all” *Sapnap cuddles with y/n* “I love you y/n” I love you too Sap “sleep well love”

The end

Notes,

Was this a good plot I did my best

Comments are welcome and encouraged

I will do other AU/storylines from the dream smp

#dream smp #fem y/n #sapnap x y/n #love story

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet angel

With a heart of gold, sweet lips, and white lace all over your body — he’s pretty sure you’re his sweet angel.

REQUEST. lingerie under his white button up shirt for gojo + somnophilia + established relationship + oblivious reader

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, somnophilia, mentions of insecurity, very slight angst, creampie, cockwarming, body marking, UNEDITED

NOTES. I haven’t written Gojo for a while but I sure do missed it! We’re gonna have more Gojo content this week too! if i finish my wips anyway lmao

The clock blinks back a painful three am to you, the time way past what Gojo’s promised. You don’t stop the sigh leaving your cherry red lips as you stare at the mirror, jaw clenching at the sight. Today’s supposed to be your second anniversary with Gojo, and instead of spending it on a skyscraper dinner like last year’s, you both insisted on staying at home for a more romantic date instead.

Him being the strongest sorcerer, it’s only a given that he’ll be busy, even to this day. He’s unable to take a day off, but he promised to come home on time.

The dinner’s gone cold, the candles melted and aroma of roses sticking hard to the walls. You’re wearing his favourite black dress paired with ankle boots, wrists clinking from the bangles and makeup done to perfection. Today’s supposed to be simple, quiet, and romantic – especially with your surprise for him – but he’s still not home.

Washing your face in the sink and covering the dishes, you blow out the candles, heading back to your shared room to call it a day. You swipe your dress with Gojo’s white button, wanting to feel that he’s still with you even with just his scent.

A blaring red that reads three forty-five is the last thing you see as you burrow deep into the covers, trying your best to ignore the panging in your heart.

He promised he’d be home soon.

“Honey! I’m ho—” Gojo blinks at the darkness of your penthouse, hands patting the walls before flicking on the lights. He’s not surprised to see that it’s neat as usual, but then his gaze lands on the dining table, and that’s when he realizes he’s fucked up.

The candles are already melted halfway, one wine glass still and the other already washed in the sink. You must’ve taken a few sips as you waited for him; an image he can imagine already. He’s admired you long before dating you that Gojo’s used to your habits, like how you’d rotate the drink in your glass three times before you drink, tongue darting out to taste the wine mixing in with your lips.

He knows all this, mostly because it always drives him crazy when you do that, and he’s lost count of the times he’s pushed you up against the counter, shoving his tongue between your lips to find out what it is about wine and flavoured lipsticks you liked so much.

It’s a little hellish to him the more he thinks about it, even more so because you’re completely unaware of your effect on him.

But he’s not the only one, since no matter how perceptive Gojo could be, he’s scatterbrained more often than he likes to admit. And of fucking course he forgot tonight was your anniversary. He never set dates on his calendars, waving his hand and confidently stating he had an ultra memory and didn’t need reminders.

Well, now that ultra memory is reminding him of the last time he’s forgot to attend your work event, a time you needed him more than anything else, and you didn’t talk to him for a week straight.

He wishes you would shout at him, push or shove him even, call him names and tell him he’s horrible, but you’ve always been a sweet, little thing – you’re timid even in your frustration. You never glared at him, never scolded him, and it’s even more terrifying because you’re still so sweet to him – preparing him meals, giving him a kiss before he leaves for work – but Gojo isn’t entirely dumb. He notices how you turn away from him in your sleep, your arms that would usually be wrapped around his torso now hugging yourself in an attempt to make yourself small and invisible.

That’s how you felt every time Gojo doesn’t keep to his word.

Unseen. Unloved. Unheard. Unimportant. He’s no mind reader, but it’d be pushing it if he can’t even turn to your thoughts like that.

And even in your slumber, it’s written all over your face, evident in the way tears are staining your cheeks under the sheets. Gojo sighs upon seeing your crumpled form on the bed, your dress hanging neatly from the closet and your heels placed beneath it. He crouches down in front of the shoe, his hands crumpled into fists. This wasn’t just any shoe – it’s the one he made you get during that time you were debating whether you could pull it off, but he encouraged you that you looked gorgeous in anything. Despite having bought it a long time ago, you never wore it, only on this day because you trust your comfort and safety around him; one he’s so effortlessly crushed.

Gojo quickly changes into his pyjamas not long afterwards, sliding himself next to your body in slow, careful movements to not wake you up. Aside from a slight stir, you remain deep asleep, the frown permanent and deep on your face.

It breaks his heart to see you like this, especially because he knows he’s the one who caused it.

Gojo runs his hand across the apple of your cheeks, caressing your precious face on his palm before leaning forward to kiss your head. You smell amazing too, and yet, you’re uncomfortable with whatever’s playing in your head. He could take a good guess and assume it’s him.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your skin, sliding his arm over your body to pull you close to him. “I didn’t mean to forget, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

He knows he should apologize when you’re awake, but he wants to say it now before his guilt eats up at him. Gojo’s eyes flutter close when his hands come into contact with something...lacey, and he pauses, lifting the sheets to inspect the material. He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting, but his breath stutters anyway, his aquamarine eyes zeroed in on his shirt draped over your form, the top three buttons left open and you’re not wearing shorts.

Gojo curses under his breath. His reaction is immediate; blood rushing to his groin and legs nudging yours apart. He doesn’t bother hiding under the sheets not anymore as he runs his hand over your body, his touch suddenly so cold in contrast to your warmth.

He’s fucked you a lot of times in different places and angles, so he shouldn’t be so nervous, yet he is, and his hands are fucking shaking.

His head snaps to your one more time, revelling in the way you open your legs just as he pries them apart. Even in your sleep, you’re still so trusting, so wanting – so perfect for him. Gojo situates himself between your thighs as he unbuttons your shirt one by one, his teeth clenched so hard it wouldn’t be anything surprising if he actually cracked his jaw.

You’re nothing short of looking like an angel; the thigh straps squeezing the flesh of your thighs and exuding such heavenly beauty he’s stunned.

You let out a sigh at his erection rubbing you through his boxers, completely unaware that Gojo’s fallen back on his thighs, eyes wide at the white lingerie set clad in your body. He licks at his lips, debating which land he should trudge on first.

The thigh straps he wants to rip with his fingers, the white lace panty that’s already nearly transparent with your arousal, or the frilly cups holding your breasts in place?

This is the first time Gojo’s gotten close to losing his mind, and lose his mind he did. Thoughts of making it up to you flies out the window, his emotions running turbulent with anger and regret in place. If he’d just gotten home, if he’d just killed the curses faster, he could’ve kissed you and heard you beg for him in your awakened state; he’d have the pleasure of seeing you squirm under him while he rips this pretty set apart.

His dick throbs harder at the fact you wore this for him, but you must’ve been so tired and sad to wear proper pyjamas. Should he be thankful? Angry at himself for making you feel this way?

He doesn’t fucking now, his mind is nothing but a mess as he sucks a wet spot into the juncture of your neck, large hands groping your breast. You mewl a little at the contact, neck arching to the side while you sigh, that slight dip in your brow a telltale you must be still in a sleepy daze.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters through pants as he cups your mound, only to be met with such astounding wetness. You look so innocent right now in comparison to your soft moans that it ruins him. You’re a good girl, such a sweet lover for him that you’re always letting him take in charge under the trust he’ll make you feel good. This trust is extended even in your wildest dreams, but you don’t need to worry about that. He’ll soon make it a reality.

Gojo is too needy that he doesn’t bother pulling your thong off anymore, pulling it to the side with two fingers before his thumb flicks at your clit. He’s rewarded with a sharp inhale, cheeks planted to the pillows and you look so pretty, so hauntingly oblivious that the only thing able to pull the strongest sorcerer limb by limb apart is through your needy wet cunt.

He aligns himself with your entrance, groaning when his tip is coated with your slick, the warmth of your pussy radiating off of him. It’s fucking stupid that Gojo shivers, and he knows it’s pathetic because he chuckles, lifting both your legs up before he hugs them to his chest.

You’re so wet that Gojo no longer finds the need to prepare you, his eyes falling down to where your bodies connect, breath taken away at how your lips eagerly spread apart to take him in. He’s a little too big for your tiny, sweet pussy that your lips pinch into a flat line, chest rasping up and down.

He wants to apologize, wants to caress your face and look you in the eyes as usual to tell you that you’re doing good, just breathe and the pain will be gone soon.

The situation deprives him of that privilege, so he’s left with no choice but to kiss your ankles affectionately before thrusting all the way in. A loud moan echoes around the room the moment he’s seated in, dick throbbing inside your heated pussy that’s so tight it’s nearly suffocating.

“Oh, my baby,” he thrusts in slowly, not wanting to completely wake you up despite the fact you’re unconsciously grabbing the sheets already. “My sweet, pretty angel – I’m so sorry daddy couldn’t fuck you tonight but look at you, you’re so wet,” he bites your calf at the last word to muffle his groans, the tight sucking in of your pussy to his length making his cock throb. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone, hm? You must be so unsatisfied, but I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”

Gojo’s unable to keep his promise to you before, but he’ll definitely keep this promise now. He leaves little love marks at your skin, reaching forward to tug the cups of your bra down. He’s rewarded with the intoxicating luxury of watching your breasts bounce at his pace, your nipples the only thing stopping the material from completely falling.

You mewl at the pleasure he’s giving you, the constant friction of your hardened buds against the cups must be so heavenly by now, and you’re tightening around him, walls clamped down over his dick that Gojo never wants to let go.

He thrusts harder this time in response to your greedy sucking, his tip kissing your cervix. You throw your head back deeper into the pillows, hands patting every spot beside you. He knows that look all too well – mouth falling open, eyes shut tight, brows pinched together and that angelic little pant – it’s the face you always wear when you’re about to cum and Gojo wants to make it up to you, pushing your legs to the side before heaving his weight forward.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, “Coming already?”

The sudden stretch in your body only has your walls sucking him harder, his hips stuttering in its pace. Gojo kisses you flat on the lips as his hands thread to yours, squeezing it momentarily just as pleasure washes over him too. You come first, the spasms of your cunt similar to that one time you’ve accidentally gripped him too hard in your hand that Gojo’s cum suddenly landed on your eye. It’s tight, too fucking tight, that Gojo actually loses the ability to breathe.

His hips snap harder, dick driving deeper into your hole that’s already leaking out with cum. Your precious lingerie set is ruined, guaranteed to get him another pout that Gojo shakes his head, gripping hard at your hips while he chases his own high.

“I’ll get you another one, angel, I’ll buy you – fuck! – all the sets you need if it means dressing pretty for me like this,” he stutters in one breath, mouth latching around your nipple. He tugs at it in his need to reach his breaking point, no longer caring that you’ll wake up anytime soon, not when he’s so close and the squelching of your pussy sounds like heavenly music to his ears. Gojo thrusts in one last time hard enough that his balls make a loud slapping sound against your ass, but he doesn’t slide out, keeping himself right deep into your cunt in his orgasm.

Breathing heavily, Gojo falls on top of you, thankfully still strong enough to not crush you with his weight. He’s leaving fluttering kisses all over your face, your sweat slicking his skin.

He wants to pull out from the sensitivity, but you feel so warm and comfortable that Gojo plops down to the side, hugging your back and kissing your shoulder with panted breaths. You’re still recovering from the tremors of your orgasm that’s most likely still a dream to you, body trembling in his arms. Gojo does you a favour by throwing your bra to the side, his hands acting as a replacement for the missing piece.

He sighs onto your neck, barely managing to properly cover the both of your bodies in his exhaustion after a long day. He holds you close and tight in his arms, an I love you merely audible from his lips, followed by a regretful I’m sorry.

Gojo dreads tomorrow morning, in all honesty. There’s no easy way to explain that he “simply forgot” after all your efforts, his heart already darkening with the fear of seeing you pull away like you did the last time. His eyes droop down as he makes a mental note to just do whatever he can, but you’re stirring in his arms, lips puckered at the edge of his jaw.

“Satoru,” you whisper, hands tracing patterns on his chest. “You’re home. I’m glad.”

Soft snores follow after that, but Satoru is wide awake just as you’ve fallen asleep once more. He’s left speechless, and he doesn’t hold back in hugging you closer to his chest as a silent promise of never leaving you alone again. Even now, you’re still such a sweet angel, and how lucky is he to find someone like that?

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