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luvergirl777 · 5 months

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Sweet Girl | Spencer Reid

Pairing | Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count | 3k, not bad.

Genre | Fluff, Smut

Summary | Spencer is tired, so tired. He knows only one thing could possibly cheer him up. His sweet girl.

Index | Kinda sub Spencer, he's tired and want's to be taken care of, you're more than happy to do that, smut, unprotected sex, love confessions lol, they're perfect for each other, established relationship, pinning, cute shit.

There are so many thoughts in Spencer’s brain, there always is. It’s impossible for them to slow down, he’s always so busy. Even when he’s not working, he’s thinking about the next case, the next degree, the next time he’ll be called into office for a dire case. It’s exhaustive and it feels impossible to just breathe for more than a moment. His morale started to slip, work becoming messy, cases blurring together, memory almost shot.

Until he met you, everything was hard, until he met you. It was an accident, technically. His morning coffee cafe wasn’t open, forcing him to break his routine that he’s had for months. As soon as he spotted you, the new (and out of his way) cafe instantly became his new favorite. Smart and kind, the sweetest smile always worn on your face. He swears you’re the smartest person he’s ever met, always ignoring you whenever you point out his multiple PHDs and ever continuous education journey.

You force him to look at things differently, not really trying to, but you do. It’s refreshing, it’s amazing to him how it works, a breath of fresh air. Since he’s realized the difference in himself when he’s with you, he’s fallen head over heels. Your apartment is small and cozy, warm lighting and blankets everywhere. He’s at your apartment more than he is his own, feels more at home.

You ease his mind, make everything easier. He can just be himself around you without any worry about needing to prove something. He can relax for the first time in what feels like years. It almost kills him to have to go away for cases, kills him even more when the cases last weeks or months. He spares you almost all the details, much like Garcia whenever he can. It’s not what you signed up for. Even when you ask, he only really tells you public knowledge. He keeps you separate from his work, he needs you separate from his work. His sweet girl, he’d like to keep it that way.

Spencer’s exhausted, beyond exhausted he thinks. He can’t remember the last time he’s been away from you for this long, the last time he’s truly felt this horrible. His shoulders are heavy, eye bags growing from the exhausting 3 weeks he’s had. Kill, after kill, after kill, with no motive, no tracts, no suspects. He felt like a newbie again at the BAU, unable to track down their unsub. It feels like he’s failing everyone and himself, it was beginning to tear him down.

Nightmare after nightmare, he was almost unable to sleep for the three weeks he’s been gone. The day they found the unsub, he almost cried with relief. The entire team almost cried, really. Generally he’s not emotional by any means, tries to stay objective in his work, but this time he just couldn’t. He’s happy, thrilled, to be home despite admittedly being a bit dishevelled from the trip. Unshaven, worn down, exhausted, eye bags, the list goes on and on.

You’ve missed him too, but you’ve tried to keep your calling and texting at bay so as to not distract him from his work. As he makes his way home, you almost bubble with excitement. The door is loud as it unlocks, heavy click overpowering the soft instrumental vinyl that was filling the silence. Your feet run to meet him at the door, more than excited. The door opens, revealing a tired Reid. It’s the worst you’ve seen him in awhile, maybe in over a year you think.

You’ve known Spencer for a while now, seen arguably the worst sides of him. This isn’t quite that, but it is pretty close to it. The slouch and far-out look tells you almost everything you need to know.

“Oh, Spence.” You call to him softly, watching as his feet don’t move, eyes taking you in as you cautiously approach him as if he were a wounded animal. He doesn’t say anything, watching as you reach for his shoulders. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand, hands gently cupping his face and thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks as you comfort him. “Come, step inside.” You almost whisper, gently pulling him inside by his hands, warm.

A small smile grows on his face as you take off his suit jacket, palms massaging his shoulders and biceps as you do so. You sway softly to the music, almost dancing into the kitchen as you pull him along. “Let’s eat, Spence.” You smile, sitting him down first. At this level, you easily reach his temple where you place a soft kiss. You don’t have to, but you’re more than happy to prepare a plate for Spencer. The music is comforting, the two of you sitting close, your foot brushing against his leg when you cross your legs.

You happily clean up after the two of you, dancing around the kitchen as you entertain Spencer in the meantime. “How’re you feeling?” You hum, Spencer’s arms wrapping around your waist as you stand directly in front of him. He easily pulls you forward into his embrace. Your arms wrap around his neck, his face burying into the crook of your shoulder as you do so.

“Better.” It’s all you need, all he needs to say. He’s putty in your hands as you softly pull him forward and off the kitchen bench, easily leading him to the shower.

He’s so grateful for you, he thinks silently, to himself. He’s never felt like this for someone, and for the longest time, he was afraid he just couldn’t. He could never understand wanting someone with you everyday of the year, living in the same space, sharing everything. The thought used to make him nauseous. The thought of being with someone intimately used to make his skin crawl. But with you, it’s different, everything is different.

He craves coming home to you, craves your touch after a long day, craves hearing your voice, craves your presence, craves your intimacy. He melts in your hold, his brain is able to finally shut off after a long day. All the thoughts, running miles a minute, goes away.

He feels like he could cry as you run a shower for him, gently unbuttoning his white button up, fiddling with his belt to take off his pants, kissing his skin better, unknowingly healing him. “Y/n, please shower with me.” He mumbles, kicking his shoes and pants off, undressing the rest of the way. He steps in, watching as you undress before quickly joining him.

“I’ve been worried about you, pretty boy.” You smile as you step inside, his arms immediately wrapping around your body. He’s tired and homesick, obviously so as he sinks into you.

“I know, I know,” He nods along, hands sliding up to hold your head in his palms. “I’m okay, I promise.” Spencer smiles, gently kissing your forehead, back down to your cheeks, and finally connecting your lips. You immediately return the kiss, desperate for his touch, his lips on yours.

“I know you are.” You smile, mumbling against his lips. Spencer smiles too, pulling you deeper into the kiss, closer to his body. You can’t help the small moan that slips when you feel him against you, shaky hands pu\lling him closer roughly by his back.

“It’s always the best coming back to you, though,” Spencer almost groans into your mouth, making you weak in the knees as he does so. “I can hold my own, but there’s nothing better than coming home to you.”

“Spence, we gotta clean you up,” You almost whimper at your own words, sadly pulling away from him. “Had a rough couple of weeks.” Spencer just nods along, allowing you to do as you please. He’d let you do anything, always. He melts as your hands meet his hair, shampooing and conditioning. He doesn’t melt when you wash his body, quite the opposite as his skin burns hot as your hands rub along his body.

“Please,” Spencer whines, quickly doing the same for you. He needs to get out of this before he loses his mind, he thinks. As soon as you’re both clean, his lips almost slam against yours, needy, almost desperate. “I’ve missed you so much,” He whines, complaining.

“Come, Spence.” You mumble, lips against his shoulder as you talk to him. Your face and ears are burning hot, wanting to get out of the shower quickly. Spencer follows you without a hitch, quickly wrapping the both of you in fizzy towels as he places another kiss to your shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Spencer.” You smile at him, walking backwards out of the bathroom. He follows happily, a tired smile painted across his features. A towel hangs low on his waist as he follows.

“I’m really tired, hun, I won’t lie.” Spencer mumbles as he sits down on the bed, fluffy towel becoming loose when his grip leaves it. A whimper leaves his lips when you straddle his hips, core bare as you lower your weight. He can feel your warmth, mind growing fuzzy almost immediately as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close. You don’t make a move to hurry things up, only tucking his hair behind his ears as you glance over his face.

“So pretty, Spencer.” You mumble as you talk to him, continuing to play with his hair. “I’ll do the work, I just want you to feel good. Feel good after being away for so long, working so hard,” You mumble against his shoulder as you kiss it. Your town easily falls backwards off of your shoulders, leaving you bare on top of Spencer. “You gonna let me do that? Gonna be good?”

“Yes, yes please.” Spencer mumbles, roughly connecting your lips. His grip tangles in your hair, pulling as close as he possibly can. You whine into his mouth, hips grinding against him, so close yet so far, chest pressed flush against his own. You lift yourself onto your knees, pulling at Reid’s towel to move it off of his lap. You drop your weight back down as soon as possible, grinding against Reid’s cock, easily slipping through your folds.

“Want you, miss you so much,” You complain, for no particular reason. You know Spencer is more than happy to give you what you want, almost wants it just as badly. “I want it.”

“Take it, sweet girl, take it.” He groans into your mouth, sloppily kissing you as if his life depends on it. His palms knead at your flesh, touching and holding everything you can reach. You whimper when his hands knead your inner thighs, so close to where you need him the most. “Need it just as bad. I’ve missed you so much, love you so much.”

Your hips lift up, Spencer helping you out the slightest as he lines up his cock for you. Your legs shake as you sink back down, hips connecting with a small slap. You both share a moan, needy hands pulling one another as close as physically possible. Spencer throbs as you grind against his cock, completely inside you, clit rubbing against his skin. It doesn’t feel that good to him, but watching you shake and whimper is almost enough to get him off.

“I love you, Spencer.” You mumble, finally building the strength to lift yourself up, bouncing on his cock. You know exactly what Spencer likes, what he wants, moving exactly how he needs you to. You know where he’s sensitive, how to get him to tick. As you kiss his neck and squeeze around him, he swears he can stay here forever with you. He wants to stay forever, not here, maybe not this specifically, but with you. He wants to be with you, forever.

“Y/N, I- oh fuck,” Spencer whines as you speed up, desperately chasing his moans, wanting to hear him. He feels embarrassingly close already, all of his senses full of you. You’re so tight and warm, goosebumps spreading across his skin. “Y/N, will you, uh, I want-” His words break off as he moans, feeling his abs tighten up as he fights off the urge to cum. To combat it, his fingers dip in between your bodies, gently rubbing circles into your sensitive clit.

“Spencer, oh fuck.” You whine, tightening around him even more. “Gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.” You bite softly into his chest, whimpers muffled by his skin.

“Marry me,” Spencer whines, voice muffled and whiny. You don’t register his words, focused on the way his fingers rub circles into your clit, his other hand roughly guiding your hips as you bounce up and down on his cock, vice grip around him. Your thighs are shaking, teetering on the edge that you’re so close to falling off of. “Y/N, marry me.” Spencer's hands stop your movement entirely, giving you no stimulation as he holds your hips flush to his.

“I-Spence, you’re mean-”

“Marry me, Y/N.” He cuts you off, not listening to the way you’re about to call him all sorts of names. “I love you so, so much. So perfect to me, Y/N. I want to be with you, forever. Please, marry me. I promise I’ll ask you in a cheesy, over the top way later, and we can say that was the official proposal. I never want to come home to anyone else but you.”

“Spencer,” You can’t help the whine that struggles to escape your lips, squeezing around him even tighter. His grip doesn’t let up, holding you completely still. “This is a bit crazy to ask when I was about to cum all over your cock.” You giggle, hands coming to hold his face as your mind begins to clear just the slightest bit. “You know that, right?”

“I-I know. I was just thinking-” He starts, releasing his grip on you once he realizes your plight, allowing you to grind against him for some sort of stimulation.

“You do that, a lot.” You giggle softly, biting back the moans as you move on top of him.

“You do so much for me. It’s like, like when I’m with you, my brain quiets down. I don’t have to worry, don’t have to think a hundred miles a minute. I can just be me, when I’m with you.” Spencer rambles on, brows creasing as you speed up your movement, desperate to get there once again. “I can let you take care of me, love being around you.”

“Spence, we’re gonna look back at this and laugh.” You giggle as you grind against his cock. Spencer goes back to rubbing tight circles against your clit, moaning when you tighten around him again, beginning to move up and down.

“So, I’ll take that as a no th-”

“Of course, Spencer. Of course I’ll marry you, my pretty boy.” You grin hard, watching as his face completely lights up, matching your giant smile. A giant squeal escapes when he quickly flips the two of you over, your back hitting the bed before you can protest. “Spencer! I thought you were tired.” You laugh, immediately being shut up when his hips begin to move.

“I was.” Spencer smiles, hips driving forward into you. You’re already so close, so worked up, that the change in position almost sends you over. “Now I have a fiance, it’s a bit exciting, you see.” Spencer laughs at your circumstance, all of the wit wiped clean as you mewl and moan underneath him. He does his best to sooth the shake in your thighs, hands rubbing the soft skin underneath them, hips never slowing. Like you, he knows what you like, exactly what you like, his memory doesn’t allow him to forget it.

“You- oh fuck,” You whimper as he rubs ghost like circles into your clit, not needing much more stimulation and he knows that.

“Come for me, please. Wanna feel you, want to hear it, need it Y/N.” He groans, leaning forward to kiss you, sloppy and messy. You’re trapped underneath him, the weight somehow overwhelming and exactly what you need. At the change of angle, his cock hits exactly where you need him, hips grinding against your clit with each movement.

“Oh fuck, fuck, Spencer, coming.” You whimper, hands reaching for his back, scratching and pulling him closer. You’re almost impossible to push into as you cum, so sensitive and aroused that you clench so tightly around him. He whimpers into your skin, finally coming unraveled as it all catches up to him as well.

“Good girl, so good.” Spencer groans into your skin. “Gonna cum for you, okay?” You nod eagerly, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him close.

“Cum inside, Spence, my sweet fiance.” You whine, thighs shaking from overstimulation. The name makes him fold, the way it slips so easily from your lips making him melt instantly.

“Cumming, cumming.” He whines, sloppy thrusts slowing down as he does. You can’t help but whine with him, clit so sensitive that it’s almost driving you crazy.

“Spencer,” You whine loudly, legs tightening to stop his movement completely. You’re too sensitive, it’s too much for you. “I love you.” You mumble, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Love you, so much, the most.” Spencer mumbles, words soft and sincere as he speaks. Your legs slowly unwrap, sore and tired as you finally rest them. He’s moving slow as well, trudging into the bathroom for a damp towel to clean the two of you up. He’s almost sluggish by the time he’s done, tossing the towel into the bathroom without even really looking. You almost expect it as he collapses next to you, completely spent with his legs hanging off the bed.

You giggle softly, rolling your eyes at the dramatics as he finally fully crawls into bed. You crawl next to him, propped up onto your elbow as you look down. “So, we're gonna tell our friends you asked me to marry you while balls deep?” You laugh almost directly into his face, hand coming to push hair behind his ear.

“No.” It’s stern and final, no arguments accepted. At this, you laugh loudly.

“C’monn, it would be funny, Morgan would love it.”

“That’s exactly why I’m scared. Listen, let’s sleep, before I rethink this decision.” He jokes dryly, a smile on his face when you finally give it up. You pull him close, cuddling into his side.

“You’d never.”

“You’re right.” He hums, eyes falling shut. “I love you too much.”

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queenie-ofthe-void · 2 months

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“Led Zeppelin? Never heard of them,” Steve lies, like a liar. Of course he’s heard of them, thinks maybe Hop’s mentioned them before. Doesn’t really know the band well, and probably definitely couldn’t name a song. But the comment serves its purpose, and the trap is set.

Eddie calls it the Zep Campaign. Every day they’ll listen to one album, and Steve will pick his favorite song from each. Eight days for eight albums. On the last day, they’ll narrow it down to one song to rule them all– because apparently even Led Zeppelin likes the Mordor books Dustin doesn’t shut up about.

Each day, Steve struggles to pick a favorite. Day four isn’t bad– doesn’t mind a song that is actually called Rock and Roll, which is just a lazy title in his opinion– but they’re only half way through and the songs are all starting to sound the same. An endless stream of too-fast guitar melodies and weird, wobbly sounds he’s sure he’s never heard before. The vocals are his favorite part, but the lyrics are vague and confusing.

Long story short, he’s not a fan.

But this growing thing between him and this ridiculous metalhead is new, fragile. So if it’s important to Eddie, it’s important to Steve.

“Stevie, we really don’t have to keep doing this,” Eddie concedes. It’s day eight, the final album, and he thinks even Eddie might be desperate to listen to something different. “You’ve listened to every other album and honestly this one is the worst. They were all on drugs, and this isn’t even their sound ya know? Like it’s not even real metal.”

And honestly, Steve does know. He’s been listening to this band for eight days and yeah, all the songs sound the same. But these ones are different. Softer. He’s made it this far, and he’s nothing if not persistent for the people he loves.

Sprawled out on the floor next to the boy he likes, passing a fading joint back and forth, he thinks he can suffer a bit longer.

“No Eds come on, we’re halfway through anyways. Just flip it over and we’ll smoke while we finish.” Eddie huffs a sigh, but Steve can see the slight uptick of his lips, reminding him of why he’s doing this. He flips the record and crawls back, presses himself flush up against Steve’s side.

The next song is long, too long to keep his attention. They burn down their joint and Steve leans heavily onto Eddie’s open chest. He gets lost staring at the vinyl art. A guy dressed in a fancy white suit sits alone in a dive bar, the only splash of color against a dull background. The bartender looks gruff, like the rest of the bar, making the man stand out even more. He wonders if that’s how he looks posted up at the Hideout during Eddie’s shows. Wonders if he looks just as out of place in Eddie’s life as this man does, even though he looks comfortable there too.

Eddie shifts his arms around Steve, bringing him back to the present. The song has changed and Steve feels the slow melody wash over him.

“Wait,” Steve cries out, flailing up and out of Eddie’s arms as he registers the new song. It’s soft with a steady beat. It’s got synth-- the sound Eddie told him he likes in pop music. This song isn’t loud and chaotic like the rest. The voice is soothing and the lyrics are mostly simple enough. It’s different, and he can’t believe it but–

All of my love, all of my love

all of my love to you, oh

“This one. I like this song. Like actually like it.”

Eddie sits up and stares at him. He can see the dramatic shock and annoyance on Eddie’s face. But it’s doing nothing to hide his broad smile and shining eyes.

“Steven. Stevie. Baby, sweetheart, this absolutely cannot be your favorite Zeppelin song. Out of all the songs on all the albums and all the hours of poetic melodies I’ve forced upon you, you choose the most non-Zep Zeppelin song.” Steve laughs sweetly as he watches Eddie fail to keep the glee out of his supposedly annoyed voice.

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again

One voice is clear above the din

“This song isn’t even metall!" Eddie screeches. He rants and raves, waiving his arms as he regales Steve with all of the reasons he should absolutely not like this one particular song. He's shining with happiness, dial turned up to a hundred and it's all aimed at Steve. He can't help but to gaze back fondly, enraptured in the adorably obnoxious spectacle.

"It’s all synth, almost no guitar because Page didn’t even write this one! He wrote all of them except two songs, Stevie, and of course that’s the one you chose. No one who knows good music even likes this album. It’s not even metal music and honestly I almost didn’t show it to you, that’s how bad it is!” They're both giggling, leaning falling slowly into the other's space. Facing one another, their feet tangled together, Steve twists and pulls on Eddie's rings. Just to touch.

“Well, maybe that’s why I like it,” Steve snarks, taking his hand. “Plus it’s a love song.” Daring to reach out.

All of my love, all of my love, yes

All of my love to you

Eddie’s smile dims a bit, softens at the edges as he grows serious. “It’s not a love song Stevie, not like that.” He’s looking at Steve but he isn’t. Looking past him into the back of his thoughts. “The lead singer, he wrote it for his son. His kid died of some kind of bad illness while he was on tour. Didn’t make it back in time.”

He pauses, and Steve waits. Knows Eddie has more to say, hoping his patience will pay off. Eddie’s sight refocuses and he heaves a heavy sigh. His eyes glisten as they lock onto Steve.

“My mom used to sing it all the time. While she was cooking, or putting me to bed, or pulling weeds in the garden. She’d sing it constantly. Hell, she didn’t even know all the words, but she’d still try and sing the interludes– ya know, the music between the lyrics.” He laughs lightly, a stray tear just barely hanging on. Steve tightens his grip around Eddie’s hands and presses a kiss to his knuckles. A silent sign of gentle support and encouragement.

“Sounds like a love song to me,” Steve whispers. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to his forehead and pulls Eddie into a tight hug.

All of my love, all of my love, to you now

“A love song just for you, from both of us.”

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I've always headcanoned that Eddie loves Led Zeppelin, because he plays guitar and loves metal and reads Lord of the Rings so of course he would.

#It's 1:30am and life is chaos #I wrote this in two hours after i spent all day at work hyperfixating on one of my favorite bands #This is all wikipedia so if something's wrong no it isn't i'm too fragile for corrections #if you see typos no you didn't #ramble on is eddie's vecna song #change my mind #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #led zeppelin #eddie munson headcanon #steddie headcanon #QueenieWritesStories

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satoruhour · 10 months

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BROTHER’S BSF !

a/n: older brother’s best friend trope always gets me muahahah it’s my absolute favourite. the tension, the lingering touches aaarrhrgggh. no beta. suggestive language at the end. / 1.9k ✶

you weren’t sure when your older brother and his best friend had changed so much, but you attribute it to the time when your brother invited you to his dorm, after ages of fighting for a double room because they were basically inseparable. it’s then when you realise how your older brother has grown into the ‘young man’ like all your relatives used to say.

but your eyes constantly flit to geto suguru’s area of the room, posters of bands and artwork littering his walls, a few vinyl records tucked neatly under his study desk, and then him.

you’re feigning your interest in whatever your older brother is babbling about but really you’re stuck on how geto leans against the doorframe of their 6-month old dorm room, trying to find something that altered his whole aura, but alas, the gods had always been kind to him.

geto never was able to shake off girls and guys that flock to him, mainly because of his kind disposition and gentle smile. they ask him about his ear gauges and soft hair when he was young, and then later on they enquire about his septum that looked like hell to go through, and all he does is to explain what they want to hear. you at least remember that much from all the times you spent with him when you were young.

he likes the attention just a little, but it never quite settles, that irksome feeling that something’s missing. it isn’t until he’s packing to head off to university and waving goodbye to you that he realises it’s your attention he craves. he doesn’t hold it against you either, however, because he’s not entirely sweet and smiles to you. it’s a byproduct of being his older brother’s friend, partaking in mischief and nudging each other with sibling rivalry — with underlying tension that’s never addressed.

that same tension returns when you’re standing in the middle of the overwhelming dorm room, his stature larger than it was in high school and the immense change hits you like a bullet. you feel giddy when he comes up to you, cologne filling your nose and the tattoos peeking out under his top makes you swallow your words.

“how’re you?” geto engulfs you in a hug, voice just above a whisper and he sighs just at the feeling of your body against his. he keeps his arms loosely around your waist even after the embrace and you’re glad he did, indulging in this moment. “haven’t seen you for years.”

you roll your eyes and smack his shoulder, “it’s only been six months, you’ll live without me.” and though it was said as a joke, geto wanted to laugh at the irony it possessed, because he knew it wasn’t true for him and he was sure it wasn’t true for you too.

you don’t see him for a while after that, left to your own devices of thinking of how he grew into his features, of how the tattoo ink of his dragon is still so fresh, of how his arms felt so inviting. geto was in a similar predicament, a certain blur over his eyes whenever he had assignments to complete and parties to attend.

those next six months were tormenting to go through, made easier by the occasional visits you made and the texts you exchanged with him and he feels like a schoolgirl with a crush again. the space between you closed more and more every time your brother called you over to the uni, the touches more personal, the words softer and secretive.

geto rambled about his favourite bands, let you trace the scales of his dragon before saying how he almost cried from the pain, he showed you his assignments because his major wasn’t entirely different from the one you enrolled in. you never miss how the touches always had that chilling spark, and how he’s so close to you sometimes you can feel his breath, and you’d never mention how it was all at the hands of your older brother’s best friend.

your daydreaming is interrupted by the devil himself, who’s casually lying on his bed while you’re hunching over a project from your part-time job (that you aren’t even close to completing), “any chance you could ditch that project and entertain this poor guy?”

your brother’s out and it’s just the two of you under the slowly darkening sky, and you know the reason why you’re so focused on the laptop is because you wouldn’t be able to concentrate any longer the moment you look at geto.

“what’s this project about anyway?” he mumbles, getting up from the comfort of his sheets to look at your blinding screen, and he doesn’t realise the effect he has on you when he also hunches over (over you in fact), hand dangerously close to yours and the dangle of his necklace next to your ears is reason enough to turn your head towards him.

geto knows you probably want anything but to talk about your boring project, and he takes the leap by inching his hand close to yours, fingers igniting the jumps in your heart when his thumb finally meets your pinky and it takes everything in you not to lean in.

he holds your stare perfectly even when skin and skin makes its first contact and it’s so much fire in your bones that someone can probably smell the smoke, until the door bursts open and your annoying brother announces his arrival. the other jumps and stumbles back with a clear of his throat and you’re quick to mask your disappointment, not trusting yourself to look at the distraught on geto’s face.

the incident is never talked about, going back to your previous camaraderie before, but it was never quite the same each time you returned. you only could thank god your brother was always in since that day, until the next.

the next time you’re hanging out with the both of them is after a party, something you’re not too fond about, so they both suggest you come over after. at this point you’re familiar with the structure of the dorms, even more than the friends you’ve made at orientation — you have the two boys to thank for that.

“has the loser finally arrived?” your brother speaks through foam and slimy skincare serums, voice echoing throughout the bathroom as you stop briefly at its door to give him the finger through the mirror. he wastes no time to flick some water and you recoil and laugh in disgust, placing down the cans of light alcohol and snacks they told you to buy.

you extend the greeting to geto, albeit a little more sheepishly who returns it with a lazy wave and smile, going back to whatever was on his phone. the friday night passes smoothly, the conversation ranging from your experience in the university to when you’d get your dorms, amongst many other things. it’s late past two when your brother calls it a night and the room is filled with protests.

“you guys are so dramatic, i’m just going to sleep,” your brother mumbles under his breath, and you feel a little bad for him.

“and what if i need to go home?” you scoff, downing the last bits of your beer, “can’t believe you’re leaving me stranded in your room.” there’s a faint chuckle from geto beside you.

you push him away when he ruffles your hair, and although you have some bite to your words, you know your brother would wake up in an instant to drive you anywhere. being a year younger than him does that, fights and banter and all, he still takes care of you like he did when you were kids. “wake me up when you want to go home, ‘kay?”

humming in response, you both bid your brother goodnight and the night continues with geto, a bit more tense than before. easy conversation still flows, though, laughing too hard at his jokes and talking about your interests.

it’s close to half past three when sleep starts to take over, words slurring and giggles softer as you take in the moonlight and delicacy of the moment, and in that second you’re sure to be content even if geto wasn’t yours, seeing him like this.

tearing open your last packet of snacks, you two sit (rather he’s sitting and you’re lying on his pillow) in comfortable silence. it’s not long before geto’s eyes can’t leave you and it’s like that day in the room all over again: the fan whirring softly, the creatures of the night going to sleep, the whoosh of the water travelling through the pipes, none of these are compelling enough to pull away from the effect of your name through his lips.

in the dark of the night, in the kiss of the rays of the moon, your beauty is unmatched, physique still so accentuated even with the oversized shirt you wear and the allure of your position just takes his breath away. geto isn’t sure whether it’s the tiredness or your finger leaving goosebumps along his tattoo, but he closes the gap until you’re an inch away, not before sparing a glance towards your brother who’s knocked out cold.

“do you know what you do to me?” your older brother’s best friend whispers, and your chest heaves in anticipation. your finger has switched to two, to three, and then to palm as your hand travels up his shirt sleeve. the skin underneath is hot, matching yours. you shake your head with feigned innocence as his hand closes into a fist beside you, gripping onto his sheets like it would do anything.

“why don’t you show me, suguru?” and all restraints that geto had before were instantly broken, muttering out a soft can i kiss you? before he finally indulges in everything that he’s ever dreamed about.

the hands that were holding back cup your face gently, and his body relaxes over you. it’s exactly like how he imagined and more, being able to at last feel the way your lips and body submit to him. a small whimper leaves your mouth when he pulls away, admiring the plump of your lips and the slight lustre of saliva on them.

he hums before leaning in to kiss you again, meeting your lips harshly as his hands travel to your waist. he’s pleasantly surprised when you switch the positions, leg going over to straddle him while your lips are still locked. air becomes scarce with the effort, forcing the two of you to break apart with short breaths.

“say my name again,” geto’s voice sends shivers through you, and whatever confidence you had just a second ago fades away when his chest vibrates under his sentence.

“suguru,” you whisper over him, the cute little pendant he bought for you dangling over his face — he swears he cannot wait to hear his name from your lips the next time and he has to close his eyes to compose himself until he tugs lightly at you, possibly to get you ready for bed.

“don’t w’nna…” you murmur, cheeks burning, your core aching and his half-hard bulge under you, as you bury your head in his neck. geto chuckles at your sudden shyness and it takes everything not to grind into you, larger palms stroking your waist as he plants small, quick pecks over the side of your head. he’s content to wait and enjoy the softer moments. “just want to stay here with you.”

“yeah?” geto sucks in another breath when you emerge from your hiding place, messy hair shaping your face and eyes so so flawlessly and he tries not to say the familiar three words. he brings you down for another slower kiss, faintly muttering the words against your lips like he’s thought of doing many times before.

“we can stay here as long as you want, baby.”

part 2

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lcvejoy · 10 months

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speak now

wilbur soot x gn!reader

tw!: alcohol, throwing up, angst? hurt/comfort. kinda makes no sense; not proofread.

word count: 1,336

a/n: i hate this but i rlly just wanted to post bc i miss it. more stuff coming! this is just to get me back into the groove of writing and sharing lol. clearlyyyy i write too much angst im sorry i just thrive in it. ill write more fluff! expect more!

wilbur is lying on the vinyl kitchen flooring when he calls.

he’s wine drunk and crying like an overtired toddler. wails of grief and laboured breaths, clutching his phone with one hand and gripping his hair with the other. the cold surface of the floor giving him some relief for his overheated body.

“hey, you’ve reached y/n! i must be super busy, but leave a message and i’ll get back to you when i can!” he’s heard that voicemail hundreds of times this week. he loves hearing your voice, even if only through a phone speaker.

“baby?” he sniffles, wiping his snot on his sleeve, “hey darling, hey y/n.”

a shaky breath, “listen i-“ he looks at at the ceiling, silently cursing himself, “i need you to tell me where you are, okay?” he catches a sob before it escapes, trying to display strength. “we’re all so worried about you. i-i’m so worried about you.” he’s dizzy, the room is spinning now. he reaches his hand out to lay flat against the floor in an attempt to steady himself.

“just call me. or text one of us. anyone. w-we just want to know you’re okay.” wilbur can no longer hide his misery. his voice is wobbly and it cracks at the beginning of each sentence.

“i love you, y/n. i-i love you so much it hurts.” he begins to feel the bile rise in his throat, “come home, okay?” he hangs up. he gets up from the floor on shaky legs, stumbling his way to the bathroom, and lets out of the contents of his stomach. he’s coughing and spitting, hugging the toilet and resting his head on the side of the seat.

he flushes the toilet and scoots back to lay his back against the opposite wall. he leans his head back, closing his eyes, before crumbling again. loud sobs, fat tears, hiccups and laboured breaths. the pain and grief hits him like a train.

there was an argument between you two the night you left. he hasn’t seen you since, and nobody has heard from you. your phone, however, has remained on - proven by the fact that wilbur has been able to leave you voicemails and each of his texts deliver. both, however, go unanswered and unread.

he is riddled with guilt - his brain playing every possible scenario. hurt, kidnapped, murdered, lost, alone. although, his hopeful side prays you’re at your parents house and you just don’t want to talk to anyone.

he picks up his phone and calls again. he leaves more voicemails. he does this for hours until he’s sober with a pounding headache and a broken heart.

until, finally, “wilbur, please stop calling.”

you answer. he’s frozen, sitting up from his leant over position quickly.

“y/n?” he’s convinced he’s hallucinating, that this isn’t real, that you didn’t actually pick up your phone.

“i’m fine, wil. i’m safe. please stop calling and go to sleep.” you seem annoyed, your voice is heavy with exhaustion; like he’s woken you up multiple times with his constant calls.

“w-where are you?” he’s frantic.

“i’m safe.” you respond, sternly.

“stop calling, wil.” it comes out like a warning.

“are you going to come back?” he asks, the emotions bubbling in his gut, “please, y/n. please come home.”

he hears you sigh. he holds his breath as he waits for your answer.

“i’m sorry i worried you” you began, “i just needed some space. i’m coming home in a couple days.”

wilbur falls apart with relief. he cries without the pain and grief present.

“we will talk more about it when i come back. just-“ you pause.

“just give me some space, okay? get some sleep.” you speak gently.

he nods, wiping the tears spilling down his cheeks.

“i love you” he sobs.

“i love you, too” you whisper. you hang up, and wilbur cries more.

two days later, wilbur hears keys jingling at his front door as he sits on the couch. he rises to his feet so quickly that he stumbles slightly, nearly tripping. he watches the lock switch, the door handle twist, and the door begin to slowly swing open. he’s frozen as he watches, wide-eyed.

you walk in, a small bag in hand. you haven’t yet noticed wilbur’s presence as you lock the door and remove your shoes, setting your bag down on the floor next to you.

finally, you look up. you freeze upon meeting wil’s eyes. you both stand there - staring in each others eyes, mouth slightly agape, feet planted in place.

wilbur’s mouth opens as if he’s going to say something, but the words get caught in his throat. he gulps, feeling the emotions rise to his eyes.

“hi wil” you break the silence with a small whisper.

his lip quivers, a tear falls down his cheek.

“hi” his voice cracks as he whispers back.

there’s a beat of silence as you both remain solid in your places. wilbur is silently crying, staring at you. you can feel your eyes welling with tears as you speak again; “i’m sorry i left” you begin, “i just needed some space. i should’ve told you where i was going. that was incredibly selfish of me.” you look down, your fingers anxiously playing with the hem of your shirt. you swallow before beginning again, “it killed me to not talk to you, but we both needed time apart.” you look up to meet wilbur’s eyes again. he has tears steadily streaming down his cheeks, his mouth is slightly open. you are finally taking in just how broken he looks; his hair is a mess, he has dark eye bags as if he hasn’t slept since the night you left, his skin is pale and dry. you feel like the shittiest human being on earth for having caused him this pain. you quickly wipe the tear that falls from your eye.

wilbur gulps again before speaking in a hushed voice and broken tone; “i never want to go that long wondering if you’re okay again. w-wondering if i’ll ever see you again. i-“ a choked sob leaves his lips. he breathes deeply before continuing, “i was s-so scared that the only time i would ever hear your voice again was through your voicemail message.”

you can’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks as he speaks. you nod as you look down.

“i’m so sorry” you crumble, both of you letting out soft sobs and hitches of sharp breaths.

“let me hold you” wilbur speaks up, “please, l-let me hold you.”

all you can do is nod. the words won’t form. so you do; you nod as he quickly steps forward.

and as he reaches you, he pulls you into him. his hands wrap themselves around your middle as his head buries into your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull your face into his chest, breathing him in. you can feel his hot tears on your skin and his body jump as he lets out quiet sobs.

you stand there, in the living room of your shared apartment, holding each other and crying together for an unmeasurable amount of time. until eventually, the sobbing subsides and all that is heard is sniffles.

wilbur pulls away from the hug and instead, brings his hands to your face and rests his forehead against yours. you hold his forearms and close your eyes. you missed this - you missed being close to him, feeling him, smelling him. you missed him.

he missed you equally as much.

“never again” he whispers, as his thumbs begin moving against your cheeks.

“never again” you repeat in an equally quiet voice.

you both smile slightly. wilbur moves his head up to leave a long, lingering kiss on your forehead before returning his forehead to yours.

a silent vow of forgiveness, a silent vow of “i’m sorry.”

and yet, there is a quiet but heard vow of a promise to never let this happen again.

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mystar-girl57 · 1 year

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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Dealer!Ellie Williams x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : trying her best to get you back and getting her act cleaned up, the one person that Ellie doesn’t want to ever see again shows up deciding to cause some madness.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Seline. Mentions of drugging drinks, one homophobic slur aimed at you and Ellie, mentions of violence, Ellie being uncomfortable, blood, description of Injury, implied r!pe but nothing explicit

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : I just realized the proper spelling of Seline is - Selene bc her name is (Sea-lee-n-ee-n) oh well- hope not to many though it was (see-line). Also part of chapter five will be this chapter but from your perspective. You’ll see what I mean once you read

With every step Seline took, Ellie backed away until Seline had made it into the dorm and had Ellie against the wall, her fingers gracing Ellies arms. They glided along her skin, over her tattoo and reaching up to her biceps. But before she could cup Ellies face the woman pushed Seline back harshly. “Get the fuck off me!” Ellie spat. Seline stumbled backward, her heels scuffing against the vinyl floor and her back hit the wall with a thud but she didn’t fall to the ground.

“I told you at the party that I wasn’t interested in you! And that still hasn’t changed!”

When Seline looked back up that sweet seductive demeanor was gone, replaced with a mean glare. She reminded Ellie of a Coral Snake. At first glance you’d think it was just a harmless Scarlet Kingsnake that had trodden across your path, but when you got close enough it’d strike at your ankle.

That's how Seline was, Ellie thought she was just another drunken girl trying to get into her pants but it was the exact opposite. Seline was sober, she knew what she was doing and she got what she wanted.

“You drugged my drink! You took advantage of me while I was in that state!” Ellie yelled, her voice growing more broken and tears started to well. “And because of that— because— because of you I lost that one good thing in my life. The one thing that was keeping me together, making sure I didn’t lose myself! Now she’s gone!”

The tear line of her eyes overflowed and the drops started to roll freely down her cheeks. It was the first time she had cried since that day that you came to her dorm and found Seline.

The blonde scoffed at the sight, watching Ellie slide down the wall and hide her face in her hands with her knees pulled up to her chest. Ellie was trying to make herself as small as possible in hopes that she’d disappear.

“Oh please don’t be such a baby about it.” Seline growled, “Drugged or not you kept whining her name over and over again, you even called me that skank's name on the way here! You mistook me for her.” Her voice then became an octave higher mockery lacing her tone as she repeated your name over and over again. “And here I thought you were so loyal to her.” Seline sneered, getting down on one knee and grasping Ellie’s jaw forcing the girl to look up. “Now look at you. In the same position with the same girl.”

Ellie’s breathing labored, feeling Seline’s thumb rub across her lower lip. She knew that she could easily over power Seline and throw her off as if she was nothing. But she was frozen in place, feeling helpless.

Seline’s breath fanned Ellie’s face and the girl closed her eyes tightly. But just before Seline’s lips could touch Ellies there was a loud ‘blam’ followed by a thud and Seline was on the floor, a shadow now looming over Ellie.

“Get the fuck off of her.”

Ellie looked up in shock to find you standing there, fists clenched and teeth gritting. Did you just do that? She looked over at Seline who pushed herself up onto her hand and knees, her free hand massaging the side of her face. Did you just kick her?! Ellie didn’t have time to process what was happening because two strong hands came up from the side of her guiding her to her feet and out the door where Dina was waiting. “Wait wait wait! What about her!” The dealer started to panic watching as the person who pulled her out, which turned out to be Jesse, closed the door behind him, leaving you and Seline in the dorm.

Ellie started to panic, her mind filling with white noise and her body started to shake. Even outside of the living space with the door closed she could hear the yells and even a few thuds. There was a practically loud slam near the door that snapped Ellie out of her thoughts and she could feel Dina holding her, her words now filtering through all the garbled noise in her ears.

“Breathe Ellie, breathe,” Dina gently soothed, rubbing her arms trying to keep her grounded. The girls looked up hearing Jesse boots clunk closer to the door. He put his ear against it for a few moments then pulled away with a frown. He must have heard something concerning because Jesse reached down, grasping the doorknob in his hand with the intent to open it. But before he could, the door was snatched back away from him, slamming against the wall, this time denting the wood slightly. Everyone turned their attention to the now open doorway to find you standing there. You were panting slightly, obviously out of breath, your hair was a frizzy mess as if someone had tried to yank it from your scalp. But your fists, oh your fists were busted and bruised, with warm red blood oozing from their contusions. A deep bite was also starting to show on your forearm and a deep purple bruise has started to crawl up from the corner of your jaw to the plush of your cheek.

“So— did ja’ win?” Jesse asked with a nervous chuckle but you just ignored him, wiping off the blood that was dribbling down your blood and onto your lips. From what Ellie could make out as you walked out of the doorway was Seline in a similar state to you as she struggled to get up. When she did, she grabbed her purse and stiletto and hobbled out of the room looking like she had gone through a tornado.

As she came by she stopped in front of Ellie, out of breath and in a much worse state than you had been in. “Y’know what Williams? Enjoy your fucking animal you fucking dyke.” Seline then spat at your shoes, the saliva splattering on the white toes of your hightops. Jesse watched your fists clench once more and he quickly grabbed a fist full of your shirt to keep you from lunging. The four of you then proceeded to watch her limp down the hallway, neither of you dared to breathe until Seline had gotten into the elevator and the sliding doors came together with a ding.

Ellie let a deep sigh escape her, relief washing over like a wave. She went over to you only to find your cold glare was now focused on her and that anxiety returned tenfold. Even after all that had just happened, were you still mad? Deep down she understood, you didn’t know the full story and even if you did it didn’t make it right.

Seeing Ellie look away from you in shame, your eyes softened some and you bit your bottom lip wondering what to do. You knew what you needed to do but it wasn't ideal. Holding back a groan you turned to Jesse and Dina. “Look, Jess, Dee, just go get some sleep, I’ll stay here and take care of Ellie.” Jesse and Dina exchanged looks of surprise. “Are you sure?” Jesse questioned, “I don’t want to just leave you here after—” you raised your hand to cut him off. “We need to talk and I feel like I’m about to collapse, titts caught me in the head with her fucking hotpink heel.”

Ellie’s eyes wiped slightly, noticing the crimson patch collecting in your hair and dripping down the side of your face. It was obvious Jesse was concerned about leaving you. Your brother sister bond came first over anything, that was the promise you had made to each other back in middle school. The other would come before anything, regardless of the situation you were in. “Okay but if that gets much worse,” he pointed to the wound on your hairline, “you call an ambulance. And if that starts anything,” he pointed to Ellie not breaking eye contact with you, “you call me. Got it?” You nodded slightly, “Got it.”

Jesse sighed, his shoulders slumping a bit and he pulled you forward into a hug, embracing for a few moments before Dina stole him away, leading him down the hallway to the elevator. When the elevator let out a ding it announced that you and Ellie were finally alone. Ellie looked at you hesitantly, not knowing what to stay or do next.

You didn't try to touch her or even come any closer, you just slowly made your way to the door, praying to whoever might be listening that you didn't fall.

“Cm’on.” You sighed, rubbing your throbbing head, “We gotta talk.”

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pet-slut-chrissy · 14 days

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Mistress @owner-of-pet-slut-chrissy often wants me to write about our playtimes because they are embarrassing but this one also shows how much it means to me to wear Her collar. She requires me to have it on and locked every time She has me edge and especially every time i cum or else i risk a harsh punishment.

so a few days ago She was in a mood to push me hard, starting with a lot of early teasing.. She locked my collar on, put the princess plug lush and ben wa balls in, had the lush randomly going off and on as we talked about a variety of things. every time i started whimpering and even thought about asking Her if i could cum She would stop, then slowly start up again.. after an hour of this i was completely frustrated and desperate when She just unlocked and removed my collar and told me She would see me a little later..

now it was an hour later and i was dressed to please Her, wearing my shiny black vinyl teddy, grey hobble skirt and black knee high spike heel boots, and still clenching both the lush and my plug. She told me to tie a rope to my collar and set it outside my cage, the rope leading inside, then i crawled in. we unzipped the crotch of my teddy, buckled the wand harness on then came the worst part.. She put the nipple clamps on my pussy lips and tied it to the rope to the collar outside my cage.. She said we were going to play my favorite game A-Z, but of course i would not be allowed to cum until my collar was on.. oh, and the wand was going to be turned on whenever i worked at pulling the collar in to the cage and i wasn’t allowed to use my hands.. wait, what?? i was panicking when She told me that i was only allowed to pull the rope get my collar in using the pussy clamps, the heels of my boots or my teeth.. the next 15 or 20 minutes were a blur, i can just imagine how i looked when the wand turned on and i tried to pull the collar, first with my hips pulling the cord by the clamps, then trying to hook it it with my heels then finally putting my mouth down and pulling it with my teeth.. we would do a few letters then i would be begging Her to turn the wand off, i was panting and my pussy was twitching every time then we would pick up again, over and over.. i panicked and cried for Her to turn the wand off when i got the collar to the edge of the cage and it got stuck! She had a little bit of mercy and let me use my hands to grab it put it on and padlock it with the timer lock for the day, then we continued the game. however i was told i was not allowed to cum until we got to Z. somehow i made it, of course the threat of being belted if i came without permission was on my mind. i was fighting so hard not to cum so when we finished i absolutely exploded with one then right into another

while i was recovering from these first two orgasms Mistress decided that it would be a good time to see if i remembered some of my positions.. the wand was pulsing and i was trying to think when i blurted out FDAU.. She had me get in position then cum again, then a second position Bitch but not allowed to cum.. Third position with an orgasm and fourth without, and finally i remembered a fifth position, was standing in the corner and She had me cum again.. i was trembling and begging Her to turn the wand off, that i couldn’t take any more, and asking Her to let me lay on the floor, She said i could but only if i gave Her one more.. i somehow managed to find it! between the teasing session earlier and fighting so hard not to cum for so long then finally being able to let go, i was completely spent.. thank You Mistress for another wonderful playtime & having me as Your collared pet, and I’m especially happy that You came so many times more than i did

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mrs-illyrian-baby · 4 months

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No Sacrifice Without Blood

Vampire!Loki x Reader | 1.5k

Your God and Master returns to feed, bringing pleasure as well as pain

Warnings: 18+, Vampire Loki, (mean) Dom!Loki & sub!reader in a high protocol relationship, blood drinking, very dubious consent, implied kidnapping, wax play, anal (including anal play & toys as well as implied anal only), cum play, marking (biting), slapping/spanking.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist | Loki Masterlist

It was nightfall, the inky twilight giving way to velvet black and rich purples over the city. And your master stirred.

You’d been up for a few hours already, showering, dressing, lighting candles and preparing for the night when your master would return and you would be alone together in the darkness.

He appeared in front of you in a blur of movement, the dark curtains of his hair settling to frame his piercing blue eyes. It was a shock every time you saw him, ghostly pale, his old fashioned clothing doing nothing to hide the strength of the lean muscle beneath.His eyes flashed as you took in his tall, tense body.

“You’re awake already,” he cooed, pulling you closer, his fingernails digging into you where the artful rips and tears in your clothes revealed the unblemished skin below. “My little snack, good enough to eat.” His teeth grazed your skin, touching enough to send shivers up and down your spine.

“I missed you, Master.” Your voice was high, confused and dizzy, always hazy under his stare, like you’d had too many drinks too fast and didn’t know how to stop.

Your Master grinned, revealing two rows of perfect, pearly teeth and two sharp canines, catching in the candlelight that illuminated the room. Gripping your chin in his large hand, he tilted your face up roughly, squeezing your cheeks into a pout and kissing you firmly. He pulled when his biting kiss drew blood, the single drop appearing on your bottom lip before he licked it away.

“Show me how much you missed me.”

You dropped to your knees in an instant, turning away from him to place your cheek on the floor, and your back dipped, angling your ass into the air. This was how you worshipped your God, supplicant and praying for his touch.

In this position your large collar dug into your shoulder and windpipe, covering the puncture marks that littered your skin. The attached leash had fallen somewhere behind you. He would take it off soon, you hoped, but until then you’d remain prone, a sacrifice, ready for his inspection.

Being a very well-trained familiar, you always wore the clothes your master ordered. Tight, black and rich green, leather and lace, studded with D rings for him to attach leashes and rope, and, crucially, no underwear, to better show off the reason for your prime position as familiar.

Behind you, a single, cold, finger ran up the sole of your foot, taking its time to explore each inch, up to your bent knees and thick thighs before reaching between your legs. Bent as you were, your holes framed by your bite-marked thighs and hips, your Master could see exactly the effect his presence had on you. Dripping onto the cold vinyl floor below, you clenched and twitched to the smallest movement of his hand. He merely laughed in response to your needy moans, taking his exploratory fingers away and replacing them with a harsh smack to your pussy.

“Please!” You cried, already desperate from your time spent away, desiring him, feeling his presence in your blood and his release still buried deep inside of you, butt plug firmly situated, waiting for the next time he felt the urge to bend you over the table.

He didn’t even respond to say no, simply smacked you again and removed his hand, moving around the room. When he returned, you could see the candle, flickering in his hand as it vanished back out of your sight line. The green wax had already started to drip, creating a trail of droplets from the table back to your position on the floor.

“Be still,” he ordered, placing the toes of his boot against your leash and pulling back until it was taut. Your head moved too, trying to move with the leash and failing, your body angled painfully, tight and unbalanced, but at least you could see him.

The icy veins that ran up the alabaster skin of his arm bulged as he moved, wax stuck to his fingers like icing from a cake, unnoticed but stark against his otherwise perfect skin.

You watched, rapt as the candle titled, the wax forming a languid drop before falling onto your skin. The first drop always felt the worst, hot and shocking, but, like being spanked, it became a welcome, spreading, warmth as each further drip started to coat your lower back, over the curves of your hips and bottom, and down the backs of your thighs. Mercifully, he had left the delicate area between your legs alone, this time.

The wax started to cool, forming a crackling second skin. Your master knelt behind you, running a nail between the wax and your body, patching the cracked areas with barely felt globs of wax, that he fingered from the still burning candle.

He placed it by your face, your eyes following the hypnotic dance of the flame, your body feeling light again as he eased the plug from your puffy, cum filled hole. It spilt out, stark white against the dark wax and he pushed it back in, rubbing it against your skin and licking the trickle that ran down your leg.

Placing the glass plug carefully on the floor, he bent over you, his metal tie pin around his leaving freezing spots of lightning against your taut back, unwarmed by his body. His fingers grazed over your collar, reaching for the padlocked buckle at the back of your neck and releasing the lock with a twist of the key he kept wrapped around his wrist.

Free from the pressure of the thick leather, you sucked in a deep breath and he watched, eyes narrowed as your jugular throbbed with every beat of your heart.

Your heart beat between your legs too, acutely aware of how he could sense every change in your mood. His lips brushed the sensitive skin around your hole, licking away his own cum and leaving kisses, nipped into the soft flesh, so they stung and made you sigh all at once.

A rough growl escaped him and he flipped you over effortlessly, spreading your thighs and pushing your knees back until you were almost folded in half.

From his vantage point above you, he could see you clench again, his cum still running in rivulets onto the floor and pooling beneath you. The wax that had coated you cracked and splintered, leaving you surrounded by shards and splatters, like leaves in the forest.

Your heart beat faster and he brought the candle closer again, playing with the flame in his fingers, watching them turn black and then pink again as his skin healed. Silently, he held the candle above you.

“Are you frightened, my delicious little pet?” he questioned, tipping the candle enough that a blob of wax dangled over your spread lips, and then pulled back.

You had been, once, the first time he’d brought you here, but as soon as his teeth had pierced your skin there had been no more worries, there hadn’t been anything. Just him, just Loki, your Master, your God. Any harm he caused would be healed just as quickly, you had no reason to be concerned, it was only fleeting -

“No, I’m - MASTER!” you screamed, the wax hitting your sensitive bud and flowing like lava between your lips, cooling quickly. He let another drop fall, coating your pussy and legs, sealing your arousal inside and leaving only your clenching, abused hole free.

“Good.” He set the candle down next to your face again, now burnt to a stub and dying with each puff of breath you let out.

You were starting to feel cold without the plug. The wax sealing your skin provided some comfort, but you were still so exposed, so open, so -

“Needy pet, let me help you.” He pushed the head of his cock against your hole, as cold as the metal had been when he’d inserted it earlier.

He sank in quickly, taking no time for you to adjust to his speed, setting a preternatural pace that had you scrabbling your short nails against the floor, trying to anchor yourself as he drove you backwards with the force of his thrusts. The wax covering your clit started to crack, creating enough friction to push you towards a frenzied, desperate release.

Sensing the change in your heartbeat, he grabbed your throat, turning you to the side and exposing the bulging vein running up the length of your neck. In a swift movement, he bent his head, latching his sharp teeth into your skin and spilling your blood into his mouth, sucking hard enough to lift you from the floor.

It was euphoric, being bitten. A delirious smile spread across your face as he finished inside of you, refilling your empty belly after so much had spilt during his inspection.

He moved the glass butt plug and moved it outside of your field of vision and then back, blunt and firm, stretching you open until your hole tightened about its base.

"Delicious, as always," he hummed, licking the wound until it sealed, joining the other healing puncture wounds that decorated your neck.

And then he was gone as quickly as he'd arrived, wax, cum and blood the only bed you had to lie in, satiated, spent, so empty and so full.

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fulcrumwrites · 4 months

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Trial and Error

Summary: After a failed escape attempt, a patient is punished treated with solitary confinement and a new method.

CW: Asylum/psychiatric hospital, medical malpractice, isolation, sensory deprivation, restraints, blindfold, muzzle, chains, straitjacket, mentioned kidnapping, gaslighting

“You can’t keep me here! Let me go!”

Dragged through the vacant hallways, the young man’s cries bounced off the walls unheeded. The grips on his arms were iron-clad as he struggled every step of the way. Digging his heels proved futile; his paper shoes slipping on the vinyl floor.

“As a matter of fact, we can, Mr. Doe,” Dr. Malcom threw over his shoulder. His professional tone only added to the fire that was Luca’s rage. “Your family admitted you into our care. That makes us responsible for your health and wellbeing, even if you disagree with our methods.”

“My family?” Luca laughed incredulously. “You have no right to bring them into this. You kidnapped me! You stole me away from them to satisfy your… your sick little experiments!” He yanked his right arm in hopes of breaking the large orderly’s hold. The desperate attempt resulted in nothing more than a deeper bruise. “And my name’s not Doe. Not ‘Mr. Doe’ not ‘John Doe’… My name’s Luca. Luca Barone.”

“I see your delusions still have a hold on you, Mr. Doe. We’ll have to adjust your treatment and boost your medication.”

Luca rolled his eyes. “Please. The only delusion here is that I’d believe my name is ‘John Doe’. You could have at least tried to come up with a convincing name.”

He was walking at their pace now, submitting to whatever punishment awaited him. This was not his first attempt escaping Mayfield Psychiatric Institution, and it won’t be the last. He wasn’t even sure where Mayfield was. It could be a fake place. A fake name. A fake asylum. All lies.

Dr. Malcom paused at a familiar door. The man shook his head and looked at Luca with those mournful gray eyes that he wanted to punch since he was first brought to this hell-hole.

“I had high hopes for you, John. You were improving. This escape attempt will only set you back. I’m disappointed.”

Luca barked out a laugh in the doctor’s face. “I couldn’t care less about your approval, old man. Do your worst.”

“And what of your family? They sent you to us to get better. Do you want to disappoint your mother, John? Your sisters? Valentina, Contessa, little Mia–”

The glob of spit splattering on his face cut the doctor off, and that’s all Luca could do as the two orderlies held him back.

“You keep their names out of your mouth!” the boy hissed with venom. “And my name is Luca Barone.”

Dr. Malcom removed his glasses and wiped off the spittle with a cloth. Then he pushed them back onto his nose before dabbing away the spit on his skin. His actions were calm, but Luca could see the flush in his cheeks and how his hands shook in contained anger. What once made him afraid now brought a rush of victory.

He held onto that triumph as the old doctor snatched Luca’s jaw and forced him to look him in the eye.

“I’m your psychiatrist with more years of practice than you’ve been alive, boy,” he seethed. “You will show me some respect.”

Luca grinned around the hand squeezing his face. “Only my mama deserves my respect.”

His jaw was released only for his head to whip to the side, cheek smarting. The boy’s impertinent smile only grew.

Fuming, Dr. Malcom turned to the door and jammed his key in the lock. His movements were clumsy with anger, but after a moment, he unlocked the heavy door and swung it open with a bang.

Luca braced himself for what he knew was next. The orderlies would stop in the doorway and shove him in. He would land on the floor on his hands and knees as the door shut behind him, locking him in the dark and silence. They would leave him there for a few days, maybe a week. Then they would let him out, he would try to escape again, and the cycle continues–if he’s caught.

“No,” Dr. Malcom says suddenly, stopping the hands on his back before the final push. Luca and the orderlies look at him expectantly, curious as to the change in routine. Dr. Malcom nods into the dark room. “I think the patient requires a firmer hand. Use the maximum security protocol, if you please.”

The orderlies’ grips tighten once more as they personally drag him into the room. Forcefully, they turn him around with his back to the wall as Dr. Malcom passes a folded white bundle as if summoned from thin air.

“Are you serious?” Luca groans when it’s unfolded to reveal a straitjacket. “Come on. How can you think I can escape this place? The door doesn’t even have a handle on the inside!”

“Your numerous attempts has made me cautious, Mr. Doe,” Dr Malcom replied dryly. “Additionally, this will be part of the upgrade to your treatment plan as other methods have proved inconclusive.”

Luca scowled but managed to not resist as they wrangled his arms into the stiff sleeves. As each strap was pulled snug and fastened behind his back, he felt smaller and more cramped as if the walls of the cell were closing in on him. Luca focused on his breathing as they finished buckling him in. His arms stretched securely around his torso and the final, uncomfortable strap between his legs prevented pulling the suit over his head to freedom.

“Happy now, Doc?” demanded Luca sarcastically.

“We have one more new method to try, Mr. Doe. It may be uncomfortable, but remember this is all for your benefit.”

“Can’t wait.”

As if on cue, a timid nurse stepped into the cell just long enough to deliver a box into the doctor’s hands. With great care, Dr. Malcom removed the lid and slowly lifted the contents into the air for all to see.

A mass of leather and metal dangled limply in his hand. Luca squinted at it in the dim light.

“What the hell is that?”

“This, Mr. Doe, is a device I had specially ordered for my new therapy. Since you were admitted into my care, I’ve been researching and experimenting new psychiatric treatments for your unique case.”

As he spoke, Dr. Malcom set aside the box to hold the contraption with both hands. He examined it from all angles, his eyes never leaving it as he addressed Luca.

“I had heard of an incarceration method where prisoners are deprived of their senses in a white room. I know that sounds inappropriate for a medical institution, but I wondered of the psychological effects as a temporary treatment. My hopes is that this method will help reset the brain and reduce mental ailments.”

Luca stared at him. “‘Reset the brain’? Do you even hear yourself, Doc?”

Dr. Malcom finally tore his eyes off of his new toy to glare daggers at his patient. “You dare question me, boy? What do you know of medical science?”

“Enough to know you shouldn’t get ideas from actual torture methods. And you all say I’m the sick one. You don’t even know if this will do anything.”

“Trial and error, Mr. Doe,” said Dr. Malcom as he lifted the device to Luca’s face. “Thank you for your involvement in the advancement of science.”

Luca instinctively stepped back and was once again trapped by the silent orderlies. They held him still as the leather straps and metal buckles inched closer.

“Don’t touch me! Get that thing away from me!”

He twisted and pulled against the straitjacket in vain. His hands itched to be free to push the offending device away from him.

“No! Stop, you bastar–”

Rubber was shoved between his teeth and over his tongue, cutting off the insult. Leather encased his face from beneath his chin to over the bridge of his nose.

The doctor breathed a sigh of bliss. “At last. I don’t have to listen to your insolence another moment.”

A strap at the base of his skull was tugged tight and buckled, followed by another above his ears at the middle of his head. The final strip of leather ran from his nose over his dark hair all the way down his cranium.

Once fastened, Luca’s teeth clenched over the bit, unable to open his mouth. Already his teeth and jaw began to ache from the strain. He inhaled sharply through his nose and smelled overpowering new leather.

Gently, Dr. Malcom took his chin in his hand again, tilting his head to admire his contraption.

“Excellent so far.”

Luca swallowed a moan of despair. If he could not speak, he would not give Dr. Malcom the satisfaction of hearing nonverbal sounds from him.

Metal flaps swung over his eyes, perfectly cupped to block out any light. He felt the doctor’s hands securing the blindfold. If he could talk, he would inform the overeager therapist that a blindfold was not necessary in a dark room.

“Perfect,” the old man breathed, sending a shiver down Luca’s spine. “I had this made with you in mind, you know.” The remark was casual as if he expected Luca to be grateful. “Used your measurements to ensure it would fit perfectly.”

He hardly had time to processes that information when his ears picked up the rustle of the doctor’s coat and his footsteps. He circled his patient, no doubt taking mental notes.

“You won’t hear me after the final step, so I’ll tell you now that this cell is to be your permanent residence since the normal rooms can’t hold you.”

Horror plummeted to his stomach. Protests lingered restlessly on his tongue, unable to be freed. Now he couldn’t resist a muffled whine, regretting it too late to take it back.

“Try to remember this experience. I’ll be interviewing you on it after I deem this first session complete.”

Hands groped the sides of his head and buttoned down leather flaps over his ears. Plugs precisely measured fitted into his ears. If the doctor was still speaking, he couldn’t hear him over the silence and the roar of his own blood pumping.

In his dark, silent world, Luca had no idea if he was alone. He stood exactly where the orderlies had placed him for what felt like hours, trembling. When his legs began to ache, he built up the courage to walk around his cell.

He only managed two steps when an unexpected pull at his waist brought him to his knees. Without sight, sound, or his hands, Luca twisted and pulled to deduce what had ensnared him. It was strong and unyielding. Possibly a rope, but more likely a chain. They chained him to the wall like some misbehaving dog. Not only must they deprive him of his senses and lock him away, they couldn’t even let him walk more than two paces in any direction.

A scream of frustration tore at his throat. In a surge of mad desperation, Luca thrashed against the excessive restraints. He flexed his muscles, pulled his arms, strained his jaw, and shook his head like the rabid dog they thought he was. For all his efforts, they many buckles and straps and links refused to budge.

At last, Luca collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. Sweat beaded his skin as the exertion made him hot in the jacket. He took as deep of breaths as he could through the muzzle.

Hopelessness took hold and all the fight drained out of him. The faces of his mother and sisters flashed in his mind; a memory to treasure rather than a reason to rebel.

So long as Dr. Malcom had control over him, Luca had no hope of seeing them again.

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junnieverse · 7 months

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BEST PART (PART TWO) ➳ P. JONGSEONG

➙ synopsis: after a trip down memory lane and a 'coincidental' run in with your ex after moving back home, you thought you would be able to move on but sparks seemingly started flying once again between you and jay.

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers to exes to lovers (again) au

word count: 1.3k

request: " I almost cried reading Best Part, may I request a part 2 with a happy ending?? "

warnings: not proofread

a/n: I had initially wanted to leave this as a oneshot with a bittersweet ending but because you so kindly asked, here it is anon, enjoy :)

a/n (2): please be sure to read part one [ here ]

You were finally back home after being overseas and for the past two weeks you've been settling back in into your new apartment and catching up with your friends and family.

It felt great to be back and seeing everyone you love in person again but after the day of your trip going through your box of keepsakes, you would catch yourself thinking about Jay once in awhile wondering how and where he was.

Although a big part of you also knew maybe it was best not to see him because you wanted to, no, needed to move on from him and start a new page in your book called life.

Your new apartment still needed some decorating with a personal touch and you thought adding a few vinyl pieces could make your space feel more like home.

Walking into the old music shop you had been introduced to by Jay in the past, you kindly greet the store owner in the front and begin to browse through the various vinyls picking out some you wanted to get.

The store bell rung alerting the owner and you, seeing as you were currently the only customer, that someone else had come in.

You had obviously paid no mind to this simply paying attention to this box of vinyls looking for a new album.

"(Y/n)... is that you?"

Turning your head you immediately recognise the voice you'd missed but also wanted to forget for the longest time.

"Jay... h-hi." you say weakly as your voice cracked.

It felt as thought your entire world was crashing down and in that moment you were just holding back tears and wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

"How've you been, it's great to see you again. When did you get back?" he asks calmly trying to make small talk but little did you know his heart was beating uncontrollably fast.

"Uhm yeah haha. I've been good I guess. Got back about two weeks ago so I've just been settling in." you tell him wanting to run away.

"It was nice to see you too but I have to uhh... unpack some of my other things back home." you excuse yourself avoiding eye contact with him fiddling with your fingers nervously.

Just as you turned around to leave to go pay for the vinyls you picked out, Jay stops you gently grabbing your wrist and you notice a particularly familiar bracelet on his wrist.

"I hope it's okay if I message you again if you don't mind... maybe we can catch up over a coffee sometime." he suggests letting go of your arm and scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Y-you still have my number..?" you ask him suprised by this.

"Yeah. I kept them... you know just in case." he said smiling sheepishly.

"Oh uhm, okay then, you can text me. I'll see you soon then."

Your heart and mind were both racing at this point.

You didn't know whether it was the right move to let Jay back into your life but having met him here again has to be some sort of sign right?

Fate?

And the bracelet you made him, not only had you both broken up but he was still wearing it too...

You plop down onto your couch, after arriving home, letting out a deep sigh trying to figure out how your life suddenly took an entire 180.

Jay did in fact text you that night and talking to him again brought back so many emotions you'd tried so hard to let go of.

You felt like a giddy high schooler experiencing her first love all over again.

You both had agreed to meet at a cafe not far from where you lived the following Saturday and you were quite nervous.

Seeing Jay again after so long only proved to you that you were still undoubtedly in love with him and you were secretly hoping he was too.

Walking into the cafe that afternoon, you catch Jay sitting across a table near the window looking beautiful as the sun hit him at the best angle making his skin glisten.

"Hey Jay." you greet him about to sit down but before that he abruptly pulls you in for a hug.

You feel yourself melting in his embrace taking a whiff of the vanilla scent you missed still proceeding to hug him back despite how awkward you felt.

"It's great to see you again, thank you for agreeing to this." he says pulling away first as he pulled out your chair to let you sit as you thanked him taking your seat.

"Wow, this place sure has changed, felt like just yesterday we were here on one of our dates." you say looking around admiring the new interior of the place as you reminisced about the past.

"Yeah, it feels good to be back here with you, it didn't feel the same coming alone." he admits shyly as a waiter suddenly places your drinks and food down.

"Why am I not suprised, you still remember my go-to order." you say trying to hide your smile as Jay chuckles.

"I wanted to make a good impression. Although I was worries maybe it might have changed, glad it didn't." he says feeling relieved watching you enjoy your food.

"So how was it studying overseas, anything memorable?" he asks trying to make conversation.

You were glad Jay was able to make you feel comfortable, it felt like talking to an old friend and catching up.

You both then exchanged stories of what has been going on for these past two years you'd been away from each other and yet, you hadn't picked up any romance in his story.

"So you didn't meet anyone while I was gone..?" you ask clearing your throat.

"I wasn't really interested in anyone. Plus I'm still I love with y-" he stops himself realising what he just said as your eyes widen.

"I-I'm so sorry, uh, I don't want to put you in a difficult position. I completely get it if you've moved on-" he rambles and you stop him trying to calm him down by laying your hand on his across the table.

"It's okay Jay, I feel the same way." you admit as his ears turn red and he had the biggest smile on his face.

It felt so relieving being able to finally get that out to him and even better to know he felt the same way.

You both then spent the entire day catching up more and visiting old places you'd go to making new memories there.

"Thank you for today, I had a great time." you tell Jay as you stop in front of your door both your hands in his as you gently sway them.

"Wait uhm, I actually have something for you." he says gently rubbing your hands with the pad of his thumb letting go briefly handing you the small letter from the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Oh, thank you." you accept the letting wondering what it was.

"But open it only once you're inside and I've left." he says smiling shyly.

"Okay Jay, goodnight." you tell him nodding in understanding.

Letting go of his hands, not really wanting to though, you decide to make the first move planting a short peck on his cheek leaving Jay in awe as you went inside.

You look at the letter once more opening it and reading it's content feeling yourself about to burst into tears.

At the end of the letter it read:

'Day 01: I love your presence, no matter how much time passes, I still feel myself loving you more and more and now we can finally start over together.'

He still remembered the letters, you thought to yourself with the biggest smile.

Maybe things would work out just fine.

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steddie-island · 22 days

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HAPPY SUB EDDIE WEEK!!! Rating: E | WC: 2,129 | Tags: Ghostface roleplay, fake home invasion, predator/prey, simulated knife play, Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, Dacryphilia, hair pulling, manhandling Full list of tags on ao3. As always, thanks for reading, and reblogs, comments, and kudos are very appreciated! Divider credit to @saradika!

It’s dark. The power’s out, won’t come back on. Eddie’s tried the light switches in every room. No other houses on the street are out, it’s just this one. Goddamn breaker , he finds himself thinking. There’s a flashlight in the kitchen drawer that nearly blinds him as he turns it on and tests the strength of the beam.

The basement steps creak beneath his feet. The beam of light lands on shoes, totes holding camping gear, decorations, the cords he swears they can’t get rid of because as soon as they do they’ll need them.

There’s a sound off to the right. Eddie jumps, and the corner is illuminated by bright white. Nothing. There’s nothing there but more storage containers that hold comic books, his vinyls.

He turns, makes the short walk to the breaker box.

Another noise, this one behind him, has him turning.

A white mask, with black bloodhound eyes and a screaming mouth. There’s a hood, a cape. Big black shoes that thud as they cross the floor. A gloved hand comes out, the light reflects off of a long blade–

Eddie screams, nearly trips up the stairs. He can hear those feet thundering along behind him. A hand finds his ankle, he kicks out and then he’s running again. He tries to slam the basement door but it connects with a hand instead. He cries out again, runs for the staircase to the second floor, has a small heart attack as he slides with the rug across the hardwood.

A yelp as he skitters towards the stairs again, running full-out now. He can still hear those heavy shoes behind him. Every misstep has the intruder getting that much closer. He can practically feel the blade against his skin. He slides into the bedroom, turns to close the door but then there are hands on him, grabbing him. He’s pinned against the wall. His hands are above his head, his legs are kicked wide. And the silver object he’d seen back in the basement is pressed to his cheek.

“Look at you. Jesus, I knew you wanted this, but I didn’t realize how much it would work for you.” The blade is dull, not even butterknife sharp at best, but just the cool metal against his cheek has Eddie whimpering. “Bet you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” Steve’s teeth scrape over his neck and Eddie’s hips jolt forward. He’s already pressed to the wall, so there’s nowhere for them to go and just adds pressure. “Bet you could come just from this.” Eddie loves Steve’s voice normally, but here? Growling in his ear as he rocks towards Eddie’s body like he can fuck him through both of their clothes? He doesn’t think Steve is wrong.

“Baby, please–” “Listen to you.” The edge of the blade is against his throat and can only whine. “So fucking desperate, so needy…” “Yeah– fuck, please–” Eddie gets the flat of the knife tapped twice against his cheek.

“You’re not in control here, Eddie. Remember? I am.” Eddie is moved away from the wall and practically tossed onto the bed so his ass bounces twice on the mattress. The mask is pulled back down but Steve loses the cape, revealing tight black jeans that hug his ass and a black t-shirt that has to be fucking painted on. Eddie’s going to come in his pants like he’s seventeen and not a full grown adult. Steve crosses the room. Those gloved hands grab Eddie’s thighs, knocking him onto his back, and pull his ass to the edge of the bed. “You’re fucking panting for it. God, Eddie, look at you.” Steve unbuttons his pants, tugs both pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock. The blade drags against the underside and Eddie whimpers again. Steve is trying to kill him– and not in the way they were playing. Steve is actually going to kill him. He’s so fucking turned on he wants to cry and Steve’s barely touched him so far.

“You’re dripping.” There’s a puddle of precome on his belly, still connected to his cock by a sticky thin string. “Jesus, Ed. I really think you could come like this.” “Steeeeeve. ” Eddie whines, his cock twitches beneath the touch. “Fuck, please .” Steve taps the blade against the head of his cock and Eddie gasps at the hurt. “Is that too much? Thought this was what you wanted from me.”

“Please. Please baby please–” “Safe word.” Steve’s fingers wrap around his cock. “What is it?” “P– Poughkeepsie–” Eddie cries out as Steve’s thumb presses against his slit. He’s so fucking sensitive it hurts. “Stevie, baby, fuck –” Steve gives one more stroke from root to tip, and then he’s flipping Eddie over onto his stomach. His hand comes down, connects with Eddie’s asscheek hard enough to leave a bright red handprint behind. Eddie’s eyes are closed and he’s practically humping the bed. “Stop it,” Steve says with another smack. His other hand slides between Eddie’s cheeks to tug at the plug they’d worked into his body earlier. It’s not very big, simple silver with a black jewel. He tugs at it, listens to the way Eddie’s breath whimpers and stutters out of his chest as his rim is stretched around the widest part again, again, fucking again .

“Baby, baby, god please –” Eddie’s sobbing with need now. Every touch, smack, all the pleasure and pain, they just add and build and none of it is what he really needs. “Do fucking anything –” The plug is gone, and then Steve is there. He’s thick and hot and he drives in with a thrust so sharp Eddie almost screams with it. There’s an edge of pain, but it’s mostly pleasure, pleasure so fucking intense that he snaps like a rubberband.

Just one fucking thrust and he’s coming so hard he sees stars.

“Jesus –” Steve drops his forehead to Eddie’s back, lets Eddie twitch and thrum beneath him, the spasms of his body pulling Steve’s cock deeper, holding him there while he sobs through it. Steve knows Eddie is oversensitive, but their scene isn’t over. He brushes the hair off of Eddie’s neck, lifts the mask up to kiss the back of his neck. “Safeword, pretty boy?” “Poughkeepsie.” Eddie slurs a little as he says it. His face is wet, his eyes closed against the blankets. The gloves are removed, and then Steve’s hands are running up Eddie’s arms, pushing them above his head. He pins Eddie’s wrists there with one hand, the other one coming down to his hip. The first roll of Steve’s hips has Eddie groaning lowly. Steve relishes in the clench of Eddie’s body as he slides out like it wants to keep him there forever. “Fucking beautiful,” he growls. His hips snap in a little quicker at the same time that he sinks his teeth into Eddie’s shoulder, earning a thready moan. He sucks hard enough, uses just enough teeth to leave an impressive bruise behind, one that he knows will get darker and more tender.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Steve’s hand moves from Eddie’s hip to his hair. He gathers it into his fist, tugs Eddie’s head to the side. “To be marked? Claimed? For everyone to know whose boy you are?”

The only response Eddie can manage is a whine, and to use the tips of his toes to fuck himself back onto Steve’s cock.

“You’re a wreck.” Steve drags his teeth down below Eddie’s ear as he kept up the slow but steady pace with his hips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work this hard for it before.” He grips Eddie’s hair that much more firmly, gives a tug that he knows has Eddie’s dick pulsing with need already again. “Tell me what you want.” Eddie tries to use his toes to guide himself again, but Steve stops him with another pull to his hair. “I said tell me, not show me. Use your words.” It takes a few moments for Eddie’s brain to reconnect with his mouth. He licks his lips, tries to start once and doesn’t quite get there. It’s hard to formulate thoughts when the blood has pooled in the wrong brain. “Want you to f-fuck me,” he gets out. “To mark me. Show everyone I’m… I’m yours.” Steve eases his hold in Eddie’s curls, but just barely. His hips pick up speed, fuck into Eddie’s body with long, deep thrusts. “Like this?”

“Harder,” Eddie urges.

Steve bites down on the juncture of shoulder and neck as his movements shift. They’re long, smooth strokes that punch the breath out of Eddie’s lungs every time he bottoms out. “Whose are you?” Not a growl this time, but a purr.

“Yours,” Eddie says without hesitation. “‘M all yours. I’m your good boy–” “My good boy, huh?” Steve drags his teeth along Eddie’s earlobe. “Do good boys beg to be fucked like this, Eddie? Do good boys beg to be pinned down and used, the way you want to be?” His hips snap harder and Eddie is ready to sob with it again. “Yours does,” Eddie answers.

Steve can’t help but laugh. “Keep your arms out in front of yourself. Don’t fucking pull them back, you got it?” Eddie nods, takes a deep breath as the warmth of Steve’s hand disappears. Then it’s on his hips, and Steve’s hand is pulling at his hair so his head lifts and his neck iss on display, and “ Oh god– ”

Steve’s movements are hard now, short and sharp and deep. Eddie can’t help the way he cries out, can’t help the tears dripping down his cheeks and further soiling the sheets beneath his head. His hands catch against the sheets desperately as Steve keeps pounding into him but he doesn’t even think about bringing his arms down to get more leverage. He was told not to.

“Steve– Steve, I–” Eddie doesn’t know what he’s asking for. Steve, thankfully, does. He grips Eddie’s hair tighter, lets his hand slide to the raised welts he’d left earlier. Blunt nails dig in against the marks. He drives in at just the right angle, tugs Eddie’s hair just sharply enough to tilt the sensation over into pain.

And then Eddie’s coming again. Spots fill his vision, he screams against the sheets. Just as he feels Steve emptying into his body, the world goes dark.

Eddie comes to when a cool cloth touches his face. Every atom of his being aches in the most delicious way. Steve is there, looking a little concerned as he wipes tears and snot off of Eddie’s skin.

“Hey, beautiful.” Steve kisses a trail from his forehead down to his lips. “How was that? Was that what you wanted?” Eddie nods and reaches out to wrap his fingers around Steve’s wrist, keeping the hand there against his cheek. “‘S good for you?” he asks.

“Yeah! Yeah, it was… fucking awesome .” Steve smiles and presses another kiss to Eddie’s cooling skin. “It was a lot, though.” “Yeah. It was.” Eddie doesn’t sound upset about that as he tugs Steve closer, until Steve’s laying half on top of him and he can burrow into his chest. “Wanted it.” “I know you did.” Steve combs his hair out of his face, untangles his curls before massaging lightly at his scalp. He knows Eddie’s going to have a tender head, maybe for the next couple of days, and he wants to make sure it’s at least bearable. “You did so fucking good, Eddie. Fuck, I’ve never seen you let go like that.” Eddie preens beneath Steve’s touch, beneath his words. It’s what he always (well, almost always) wants, to be good for Steve. His Steve.

When his legs no longer feel like jelly Steve stands him up, helps strip him down the rest of the way before half carrying him to the bathroom. They soak in the tub together. Steve kisses the bruises he’d left behind as he shampoos Eddie’s hair. They get out and still Steve is right there, wrapping him in their fluffiest towel. By the time Steve’s finished with his hair and getting him into pajamas, Eddie’s practically dead and swaying on his feet. “Drink for me, okay?” Steve kisses his cheek, helps him down half a bottle of water. The sheets get changed while Eddie sits in the corner and nibbles on his favorite chocolate. They finish it in bed, Eddie drains the rest of the water. “I love you,” Steve says for the millionth time as he tucks Eddie’s head into his chest. “You’re fucking incredible.”

Eddie smiles, murmurs a sleepy, “Love you, too.”

He’s asleep before Steve even gets the blankets tucked around him, safe and sound in his partner’s arms.

#Steddie fic #Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson #Stranger Things fic #SubEddieWeek #Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson fic #I'm really fucking proud of this AND I made the little banner with the name and everything #This didn't take a super long time but again I'M SO PROUD OF IT #kintsugi_kid ao3

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Rick asking fem reader to marry him just before the governor attacked the prison pls

Share your life with me

Rick Grimes x reader

Warnings: fluff, proposal, governor, small angst, walkers

Summary: Rick finally pops the question but it gets interrupted

It was a bright day and cool for once. Since you and the group had made it to the prison, everyone has their own jobs to keep busy. Yours was to go with Daryl and get supplies when needed. Rick had called you to help him with the fences. The walkers were pressed to the fence, trying to grab anything, to feed on anything or anyone possible.

"Hey," Rick said when he saw you approach.

"Hey, is there anything I can do?"

His hands were in his pockets. He had a nervous smile on his face.

"Look I know that we have only been together for a little while but, I wanted to ask.." He looked at the ground, his hands shaking.

"Rick, it's okay." You embraced his body to help calm him down. You had only seen him so nervous when found out that Lori was pregnant.

"What was it that you wanted to ask?" You said over the sound of the walkers.

He looked down at you.

"Can you look after Judith for me this afternoon?''

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You held Judith to your chest, kissing her forehead softly as yo swayed with her. Soon it was going to be her bed time. You knew that Rick wanted her to start having a routine.

Rick walked into the room, a smile appearing on his face when he saw you laying Judith down and closing the cell door. You turn around and notice him.

"Hi,'' You say, wiping your hands on your dress.

Soft music was playing, Daryl had found a small record player with some vinyl, and Rick placed his hands on your waist. The two of you started to sway together and you leaned up to kiss him. He melted against you. Judith started crying again and you raced to her. Once Rick watched you soothe Judith, he knew he had to ask.

He goes to get down on one knee, you were still facing the bed with Judith, and pulled the ring out of the box (Daryl helped him find it) and waited for you to turn around.

When you got Judith to sleep in your arms, you go to show Rick and find him holding a ring on his knee. You gasp out loud.

"I know that we haven't been together long but when you are with the kids, Judith and Carl, I know that you are someone they need. Hell, I need you because I would have been up all night with her and she wouldn't have slept. So, because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life in the end of the world with you, would you do the honor of becoming my wife?" He says with tears in his eyes. He looks up to you with hope shining bright in his eyes.

"Y-" The sudden sound of alarms and explosions interrupt your words and Judith starts screaming. Rick gets up quickly and puts the ring back into his pocket. Daryl rushes to the room and yells about the governor and how he blew the fence down with a fucking tank.

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You find yourself holding Judith and you can only see smoke. You held the baby to your body as close as possible while you walk. Walkers were everywhere and the prison was gone. The Governor was blowing it to pieces. You couldn't find Rick or Michonne or Daryl or Glenn or Maggie or Carl or Tyreese. You couldn't find anyone. Everyone was gone but you and Judith.

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Weeks later, you find a sign about Terminus and you follow the railroads hoping that the trail would take you somewhere safe. Days later you make it but it was destroyed and you cried for hours because you were hoping that Rick would be here and he found see Judith. Sadly, he wasn't. Coming across a camp, it was surprising because it looked like it was supplied heavily but was completely abandoned. You started to gather what you and Judith would need.

"Put it down," A man's voice said.

You recognized it. You knew that voice. It was Rick.

"Rick?" You turned around, holding Judith. Rick's eyes met yours and tears flooded both of your faces. It had been so long that you had seen him and Judith started to cry because she finally got to see her father. Carl came out and held his gun up, until he realized that it was you.

"So, I never got to answer that question." You smiled after you kissed your man.

"I have been waiting for that yes or no ma'am." He smirked, hands coming to your sides. Judith was with Carl now who took her to his tent.

"Maybe I need a refresher, Mr. Grimes."

"Would you be my wife in this terrible life with me?" He smiled.

"Yes, Mr. Grimes." You giggled before kissing his lips again.

"I hate to tell you this but I lost hat ring," Rick said.

"Ring or no ring, I am happy to be your wife. Mr. Grimes, you got yourself a wife."

"Well, Mrs. Grimes, I think you have to wait until we get with everyone so we can make it complete."

"Mrs. Grimes, I like it." You say before kissing him.

#twd #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes fluff #twd x reader #x reader

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bloodynereid · 6 months

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Reapers & Ravens

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pairing: jordan li x oc

tw: mentions of migraines, vic is basically in huge amount of pain the entire chapter lol, mentions of kissing, flirting, mentions of death, murder, mentions of withdrawal, canon typical violence, swearing, FUCKING RUFUS AGAIN (can this man die already?), mentions of the supe virus, mentions of torture and supe experimentation

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: can't believe there is only one ep left ahhh. hopefully you all enjoy this chapter even if vic continues to suffer. it took a while to figure out logistically but i'm happy with how it came out. lmk ur thoughts (my asks are always open) and yeah, i'm very excited for you all to see vic's growing powers and i just love jordan <33

The sun streamed through the diner’s windows and the cooling sweet sensation of a strawberry milkshake filled my mouth. I could still feel how puffy my entire face was, my eyes stinged from how much I had cried the night before, after we had dispersed from Dusty’s house. I had gotten a quick call out to my clean-up crew to transport the body to the nearest morgue as a John Doe. Dusty deserved a proper funeral with his parents and sisters, I didn’t want to just leave him lying dead in his house.

As I stared blankly at the walls of the diner I remembered the warmth that Jordan had encased me with as I cried and screamed and tried to forget the horrors. Now, all that was left was a banging ache in the back of my head. Symptom of going off my pills, I guess.

“Hey.” I turn slowly to look at Jordan’s eyes, which were filled to brim with something akin to compassion and worry. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just a little spacey is all. How are you?”

“Good, we- uh never had time to talk yesterday so-” Jordan’s sentence was cut off as Cate settled back into the booth and looked at us with a worried expression.

“Guys, Shetty can’t exactly meet right now.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jordan spat out and I carefully placed my hand in theirs and squeezed.

“Jordan…”

“Where is she?” Marie asked in a calm voice.

“In the city, she said she had a meeting so she should be back later.”

“So what do we do?”

“I’ll go meet her and then when she comes home, I’ll make her tell you everything.” That line created scoffing around the entire table, as a sudden pain shot through my skull. I pulled my hand away instantly from Jordan and squeezed my eyes shut. The conversation continued on around me as I started to feel every single exhale and heartbeat of the diner.

“Stay out of our fucking heads, then maybe we’ll trust you.” Jordan spat out as they switched before he stormed out of the room.

“Jordan!” I weakly exclaimed and started to get up as another wave of pain nearly made me collapse.

“Oh fuck.” Andre exclaimed as he grabbed me by the elbows and lifted me up, I felt my head lull forward.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Marie said and I looked up at her with a weak smile.

“Thanks.” She walked out of the diner in search of Jordan as Andre eased me back into the vinyl seat.

“Vic? Hey, what’s going on?”

“It’s the pills isn’t it?” Cate asked, making Andre and I turn to look at her. She was sending me a worried look and smoothed one of her hands across the table to clutch mine. The meeting of leather and warmth made a little spark of comfort appear in my brain.

“What, Cate? Vic, what is she talking about? Do you need me to get you something?”

“No, Andre, please don’t.” I said as I clutched my eyes shut. I have never gone so long without those damn pills. A cold sweat started to appear on my neck and a sharp exhale left my mouth.

“Cate? What did you do to her?”

“Andre. Stop. She didn’t do anything. Ah fuck.” The second I uttered those words I saw Jordan burst through the doors in my periphery.

“What’s going on? Fuck Vic.” I met Jordan’s eyeline and smoothed my other gloved hand over his cheek, struggling to make a weak smile appear on my face. The banging in my head got louder and louder.

“I need to lie down.” My voice came out in a tone so foreign to me it was almost scary. I sounded so frail and breathy, what the fuck was going on with me?

“Marie and I can get you back, Andre and Cate, you two go to Shetty’s house.” The couple nodded before Cate gave my hand a last squeeze and walked out of the diner. Jordan carefully held me up and I clenched my fists, hard. The pain was getting worse.

“Okay, okay, woah. Come on, Vic. Just a few steps and we’ll be in the car.” I nodded slightly and took a deep breath before starting to walk.

“Hey! Is she okay?” I heard one of the waitresses ask.

“Yeah, just a migraine.” Jordan answered briskly as they pulled the door open and I stumbled out into the bright daylight.

“Oh that sucks! Have a good day though.”

“You too.”

“Jordan… it’s too fucking bright.” I said, with a pleading tone lacing my words.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

After the most excruciating half an hour of my life, Marie and Jordan basically carried me into my dorm and laid me against the soft pillows. Gemma was nowhere in sight, probably on her way to class or something. I fluttered my eyes open and watched as Marie and Jordan had a hurried discussion before Marie left with a soft wave and a ‘get better soon’.

“What was that about?” I slurred out, trying to move my head to stare at Jordan as another stab of pain rang through my head. Ugh.

“Marie is just going to check out Shetty’s office.”

“Why didn’t you go with her?” Jordan’s eyebrows rose as an incredulous expression crossed her face.

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen yourself? You look like you’re on the edge of death.”

“I feel like it.” I said, snorting slightly. Immediately regretting the action as sparks zapped. “Ow.”

“You see?”

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to take care of me though.”

“Hmmm sure, you’re my-” Jordan cut themselves off and looked down at me. I smiled slightly, but it must have looked more like a grimace because Jordan instantly got up and started searching the room for something.

“What are you looking for?”

“Uh water.”

“Jordan, hey come back here.” I said as I pushed myself up from my lying down position. The effort seemed to momentarily make me black out but the second I came to, Jordan was sitting in front of me with an expectant look on her face.

“What’s up?”

“What exactly were you going to say before?”

“I- uh. Oh fuck it okay so I umm want to make us official. I want you to be my girlfriend. I really fucking like you and you’re stunning and smart and I know this is probably the worst time to mention this.” Jordan stuttered out, a smile blossomed over my face and forgetting about my migraine thing for a moment, I extended my gloved hand and Jordan quickly took the opportunity to clench it lovingly.

“You are a fucking wonder, Jordan. It would be an honor to be your partner, Jordan.”

“Fucking hell, I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“God me too.”

“Well when we figure this all out, I’m going to recreate our night together in so many more creative ways.” She said with a flirty smirk appearing on their face.

“Jordan!” They laughed and I stopped myself from joining in as another surging pain appeared in my skull.

“Okay we need to do something about this. Do you know how to fix it?”

“Take one of my Vought pills.” Jordan instantly pulled a face.

“Ok you’re not doing that… it’s almost like- WAIT I have an idea.”

“Woah what are you doing?” I asked Jordan as they suddenly stood up triumphantly and started scrolling through her contacts on their phone.

“I know a supe, he can basically speed up the body’s healing process.”

“Huh?”

“Well, you’re exhibiting symptoms of withdrawal. He always used to help us when we had hangovers and shit so I thought it would help.”

“Oh. Fuck! You’re so right.” The triumphant smile that Jordan’s face held was now reflected on my own. Holy shit. I may actually be okay.

As Jordan started talking to whoever this dude was, I carefully slipped my phone off the bedside table and adjusted the screen so the light wouldn’t sear into my eyeballs. Carefully dialing my dad’s number I slipped back into the pillows with a hiss and waited. And waited. And waited. Only to be finally met with the tone of some overly cheery woman who was definitely not his latest assistant, who I already forgot the name of.

“Hi! You’ve reached Adrian Oaks’ phone. How can I help you?”

“Put him on now, I know he’s there with you.”

“Oh please don’t take that tone with me-”

“Fuck you. I need to speak with my father.” After a few seconds of rustling, the baritone of my father’s voice filled my ear.

“You really shouldn’t speak to people like that, Vicky, it’s rude.”

“Oh go fuck yourself dad! I remember it. I remember everything, you sadistic cunt!” I basically screamed into the phone’s speaker, vitriol spilling over my words like poison.

“Now, now Vicky. I never-”

“Don’t you dare deny it. And don’t try to inform anyone, not Vought, not Shetty, NO ONE. Stay out of my life, dad.”

“But- yes, fine Victoria. If this is how you want to be, but remember this is really your fault. You did kill-” I quickly ended the call and blocked his number before throwing my phone towards the end of my bed. Jordan settled down next to me and laid his black hair against my pillow, before turning over to face me.

“Fuck my dad.” I said first, breaking the vaguely tense silence.

“Fuck your dad. You ready to go?” They asked as a hand came out to trace spirals on my clothed arm.

“I have to move?”

“Yes, you big baby. Come on.”

“Fuckkk.” Came out of my mouth as I slowly sat up and struggled to stand up, only for Jordan to instantly appear at my side to steady me. “What would I do without you?” I uttered out, making a flirty smile appear on Jordan’s face.

“I don’t know how you would function, darling.”

“Fuck you!”

“You already did that.” An outraged gasp left my body as I started smacking Jordan, only for him to laugh and start making their way to the door, basically carrying me.

As Jordan pulled open the door, a strange gust of cold air hit us and I peered through the doorway to find that the hallway had basically been transformed into a slip and slide but with ice.

“What the-” Someone whizzed past on top of a piece of cardboard, loudly shrieking with a bright smile on their face.

“Yo Jordan, Vic! Why don’t you join us?” The frustratingly familiar voice of Rufus called out from down the hallway. The fucking audacity.

“Really, Rufus?” Jordan asked sarcastically as he slipped a protective arm around my middle as we ventured out into the snow covered hallway. I concentrated on my feet to make sure that I didn’t slip, with how fucking unstable this migraine made me I would probably fall to my death if I made a wrong move.

“Ok fuck you, I was just being courteous.”

“I don’t think you have ever or will ever be called that in your life, Rufus.” Jordan uttered as a group of supes split open to let us through.

“What’s wrong with Vic?” Rufus called out.

“Migraine.” I weakly said at the same as Jordan uttered:

“Go fuck yourself!” A stabbing pain now ran through the length of my body, it was getting worse.

“Can we please get there soon?” I whispered as I bit my lip, trying to stop the onslaught of pain with pain that I could control.

“Yeah sweetheart. It’s only a few more minutes.” I nodded as Jordan cradled me closer to them, with an agonized grimace on his face.

After what felt similar to the hours of gruelling torture under Shetty’s eyes, Jordan finally pushed open a dorm room door and sitting on the floor was a man surrounded by a variety of textbooks and a highlighter between his teeth. Looking up at the sound of the door his eyes grew wide at the sight of me and he pulled out the highlighter and swept a hand over his long brown hair.

“Hi, you must be Victoria.”

“And you’re the man who’s supposed to help me.” I said, earning a chuckle from him as Jordan carefully eased me to a sitting position on his bed.

“I’ll certainly try, I’m Atlas. Jordan sort of told me what happened but I’ll still need you to fill in the blanks.” I sucked in a breath of air through my teeth, this would mean going against dad’s explicit instructions. The phrase that Jordan had uttered a few minutes ago floated through my brain: Fuck your dad.

“I- well, there’s these pills that Vought has been making me take since forever. I’ve never really known why, I don’t even know what they’re doing to me… but everytime I try to go off them it’s like my entire body fights it. My head is fucking killing me right now.” I said, uttering the words quickly almost in the space in one breath. Jordan settled down next to me and squeezed my shoulder in an effort to comfort me.

“Shit, okay. Well I guess I’ll just try to fix the headache first. Would it be okay if I touched you?” Atlas asked as he brought he held up his hands, I instantly cringed - I hadn’t realized he could die if I did this.

“Uh, what about my powers?”

“You can’t control them?”

“I’ve never really been able to do that.”

“What about Cate? She’s been able to touch you before.” Jordan said, her statement making my nod and I heard a sigh come from Atlas.

“Cate is way stronger than me, but I’ll try. Close your eyes Vic.” Atlas ordered, I quickly shut my eyes and searched out Jordan’s hand, clutching it in nervousness.

I felt the contact of Atlas’ hands as he cradled my face. A cold tingly sensation started to spread through my body. My power had almost instantly succumbed to his. Weird. His powers almost felt like a soothing balm, a mix of eucalyptus and mint. After a few minutes he pulled away panting and I opened my eyes to see him rubbing his palms and looking at me in surprise. My headache had ebbed away, all that was left now was the emotional pain from the entire ordeal. Even my power felt less itchy than normal.

“Wow. What did you do?” I asked as a smile spread over my face, no longer hurting any of my nerves.

“I- well Jordan was partially right, your body was basically going through withdrawal but those pills… they were chemically changing aspects of your cells. Your power was basically being shackled almost. I could feel the Compound V in your blood fighting against the chemicals in your pills. No wonder you felt like hell.”

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you Atlas.”

“Of course, any time. You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Still a little off but wayyy better than a few minutes ago.”

“Good, I’m glad. Now shoo, Jordan remember you owe me a favor.”

“Yeah yeah, Atlas. Thank you, really.”

“Of course.” Jordan quickly grabbed my hand and I waved at Atlas before shutting the door.

“Thanks for helping Jordan.”

“Well, I can’t have a sick girlfriend can I?” Jordan said as he squeezed my hand and we started making our way out of the building. Just as we stepped out into the sunlight and the loud calls of student protest, I heard Jordan’s phone vibrate. Fishing it out from their pocket, I saw the display flash with Marie’s name as Jordan accepted the call and put it on speaker.

“Jordan! Thank God you picked up. I found out a bunch of shit…”

“Hey Marie!” I chimed in from Jordan’s side.

“Oh my God, Vic how are you feeling? You sound better.”

“I’m way better thanks. What’s going on?”

“Fucking insanity. Shetty has been trying to make a supe virus, her and Dr. Cardosa are getting it to be more contagious. Her… daughter and husband died, I- I’m going to try and follow through with our plan Jordan but there’s too many damn security guards.”

“Wait, where are you?” Jordan asked as we started walking through the throngs of people.

“Right outside the doors of the auditorium that’s hosting Victoria Neuman.”

“Wait Victoria Neuman? Shit, this is what all of this is for.” Jordan hummed in agreement to me as they shifted and started moving more quickly through all the other students.

“We’re on our way Marie. I’ve got an idea of how to help.”

“Great, thanks. See you guys soon.” Marie ended the call and Jordan slipped their phone back in her pocket. We walked for a few more minutes until we finally spotted Marie.

“Marie, hi!” I yelled out and waved her over.

“Hi. Okay, are you ready?” Jordan nodded as a smirk appeared on their face again before turning over to me as Marie nodded and started making her way towards the double doors. “You trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Let’s go fuck some shit up.” A laugh bubbles out of my throat before I follow Jordan towards… the fucking girl who made that video about Emma. A rage started to build up in my hands. Oh this was so on.

“Hey!”

“You were that girl who fucking tortured Emma.” Jordan remarked with a sarcastic smile on their face.

“Oh no, I just gave her a plat-” Before she could even finish her sentence Jordan used their powers to punch her. A reverberation echoed through the entire throng of students. Jordan started to turn around when some random supe came at her. I stepped in between the two of them and placed a well aimed kick in the girl’s stomach.

That was when the absolute frenzy began. I had the advantage because every time a punch landed on any of my exposed skin, I instantly started to absorb that person’s life force - this made each supe wrench their hands away quickly and stubble back. Almost completely defeated.

After a few seconds of intense squabbling I felt a familiar hand grab my covered wrist and pull me away from the group. I turned to Jordan as we quickly fled the scenes, giggling in glee. I also felt so much more energized. The powers of three or four supes filled my senses and I felt so fucking free for once.

“You do realize that probably fucked up our rankings right?”

“Well, it’s not like rankings really matter all that much anymore, this school is quite literally trying to kill us.” Jordan said, making me snort and nod in assent.

After grabbing a milkshake from Vought-A-Burger, Jordan and I started to roam around campus. Watching as the protests continued and just trying to process what was going on. He also kept asking how I was doing, and I kept answering that I felt great. It seemed like Atlas actually fixed whatever the damage the fucking pills had caused over the years.

“Jordan! Vic!” We swiveled around to see that Emma was frantically waving us down. I jogged over to her, Jordan following closely behind.

“Woah Emma, calm down. What’s going on?”

“Have you seen Sam?”

“Oh shit.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? No, where the hell is he?” Jordan muttered, sounding completely exasperated. I understood that feeling exactly. What if something happened to him? He could be back in there… fuck, fuck fuck.

“I- I don’t know. I told him to stay in my dorm and- shit there’s so much security here. What if they found him?” Emma said quickly, tripping over her words and sounding more and more freaked out by the second.

“Then we’re in deep shit.” I said as I pushed a hand through my already messed up hair. This is bad. This is really, really bad.

“Ok, he’s got to be okay. Fuck, umm.”

I started twirling around and looking through the sea of people, trying to spot Sam’s familiar figure. The supes’ powers I stole had already faded and honestly none of them would have been of any use right now.

“Sam, Sam.” Emma uttered in awe, Jordan and I turned to look at the place that Emma started running off to. There stood Sammy… with Randy. When the fuck did they meet each other? After we watched them discuss something for a few seconds the couple ventured over to us and Sammy smiled at me.

“Oh my God, Vics! You actually look alive.”

“Haha, very funny, Sammy. You nearly gave us a heartache.”

“We have to get out of here now.” Jordan said with a worried tone in their voice. I nodded and Emma started to softly pull Sammy away from the crowd. I cuddled up to Jordan as we quickly walked out of there.

I felt the hot concrete make contact with my sneakers as they beat against the sidewalk. Just a few minutes ago, we had all gotten a text saying that Cate had Shetty. It was time. Approaching the slightly open front door I sent a nervous glance which mirrored itself in Jordan’s eyes. Something was up.

Surprisingly enough Shetty’s house didn’t look like some kind of evil lair, instead it was cozy. The paint on the walls was inviting and each piece of furniture looked worn-in nicely. It felt like a home.

When we finally found the pair, I started to pull off my gloves as I watched Shetty standing immobile in the living room with Cate. My teeth meet the creamy leather of the fingers of my gloves after I undid the buckles. It was a precaution, okay?

“Catey, are you okay?” I asked as I walked steadily over to the blonde, she smiled at my much healthier state.

“Hey, Vic. You look so much better.”

“Yeah, I feel it… oh shit, your eye?”

“Oh it’s nothing, she uh will tell you everything you want to know.” She said the last part of her sentence towards the rest of the group.

“Maybe you should get some rest? Lie down, maybe.” Marie chimed in, she had an uneasy tone weaving through her words.

“I feel absolutely fine, it wasn’t my powers which were fucking me up. It was those damn pills.” I could feel my eyes spark with rage as I got closer to Cate and smiled in sympathy.

“Hey Cate, listen to your friends, they care about you.” I turned to look at Shetty with a cruel twist of my lips.

“Do you even know what those pills were doing to her, to me?” I asked sarcastically before a soft hand held me back by my shoulder. Cate nodded in understanding when I turned to her before her gaze focused back on Shetty.

“Exactly! Now you had your chance to fucking talk, so how about you shut up and let us do some of it for once?” Cate burst out, making a triumphant smile blossom on my face.

“Please, Cate. I love you. You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh I know you love me but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a fucking bitch.”

“Cate, what the fuck is going on?” Jordan said, I almost forgot they were in the room. I turned to look at them as he watched Cate with a calculating look.

“Don’t worry, we’re on the same side, I promise.”

“Wait- uh can I just get like a quick Wikipedia summary of what you guys are talking about? Cause I’m really fucking lost.” Emma said from behind me.

“Tell them what you told me.” I listened with growing horror as Shetty explained the horrors that GodU had inflicted on young, innocent supes.

“I want it to spread across the globe, and kill every single one of you.” Fuck.

“Holy fuckkkk.”

“We don’t want to hurt anyone, you should know that.”

“Don’t you dare lie, tell her.” Cate said, basically spitting out the words.

“Homelander.”

“Wait what does this have to do with him? He like murdered one Starlighter at a press conference, not that that was absolutely horrible. But I feel like you’re taking it a bit far.” Emma said, I could feel my brain trying to work out the correlation but instead I felt my powers rev up. There was no stabbing pain this time, instead it felt like they were trying to reach out beyond the confines of my body. What the actual fuck?

“It’s the plane. Homelander killed your family.” Marie said in a horrified tone as realization overcame all of us.

“It’s not just him. Every single one of you leaves a path of destruction in your wake. You have ruined countless lives. Just look at what you did to your parents, Marie. And you, Victoria, do you remember all those bodies? All those lives lost just because you couldn’t get a handle on your powers.” I drew out a sharp exhale and stumbled back, my heart started to ache and with it my power was demanding blood. Just like all those years ago.

“But you never fucking helped! Do you think any of us asked for this?” I exclaimed, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. IT’S NOT YOUR FUCKING FAULT.

“Oh I know you didn’t but still… it’s your species.”

“Tell them what your last assignment was for me.” Cate uttered as Jordan squeezed my elbow, probably trying to comfort me but it was taking all my self-control to not just grab his face and drain them dry. Ugh, what was wrong with me?

“To kill everyone in The Woods.”

“Holy shit, did you?” Jordan asked, horrified, from next to me.

“No! Of course not. That’s what I’m trying to show you, that she’s the fucking monster. She wants to wipe us off the face of the Earth. They all do, that’s why we have to make the first move. It all starts with her.” Cate said as she twirled around to face Shetty.

“Wait, wait, Cate make me forget. We’ll start over, I’ll take care of you.”

“Oh shut up, shut up, shut up. Shut the fuck up!”

“Cate!”

“Indira.” I saw as tears were streaming down Cate’s cheeks and it took all of me not to grab her and give her a hug.

“It’s time.” I watched as Shetty brought up a kitchen knife as a horrified gasp left each of us. Oh fuck. Well… Shetty grabbed the kitchen knife and pulled it along the length of her neck.

“Oh my fucking God!”

“No!”

“Don’t help.” Cate said as I saw her reach down and grab Marie’s hand. I exchanged scared looks with Jordan as he flew to help Shetty. But then a kernel of callousness made itself present in my brain. Did I really want to help the woman who had brought me close to death more times than I could count? Sure, she had her reasons but Cate also had hers.

“Cate…” The blonde turned to look me in the eye and I brought an image to the forefront of my mind for her to read. A slight twitch of her lips and a nod broke me out of my stillness and I collapsed to my knees in front of Shetty.

“Cate, you don’t need to do this! We have Neuman.”

“We can’t trust anyone, all they’ll do is betray us.”

“Please Cate, let me save her.”

“I’m sorry you have to live through this again.”

I blocked out the outside voices and focused on Shetty’s waning life force. I brought my exposed hands closer to my face and I saw as she looked at me pleadingly. I could almost hear her asking me to make this stop.

“It’s okay, I’ll make it peaceful. I promise.” As Jordan heard my words, he looked at me slightly horrified but then their expression changed to one of understanding.

Dropping my exposed hands onto her face, I felt her life seep into mine. Without the pills I felt unchained and unfettered. Shetty died a few seconds later, feeling nothing but the shared euphoria that I seeped into her in return. Her energy and memories hit me like a freight train the second that she departed this world and went into the next.

Waves of pain, sadness and deep rage filled me to the brim, making me wrench my hands away and making a scream tear itself through my very soul. What was happening? Why did this feel so… heavy? This hadn’t happened before… the pills OH. I suddenly could feel a chorus of voices in my brain. Crying out for help. Some felt like they had been there for years.

“Vic?” I heard a familiar call of my name cut through the noise. Why did it make me feel all fuzzy? It didn’t make sense. A moment later I felt darkness envelop me and I felt myself fall through the vat of voices. Souls calling out into the void.

i don't give this girl a moment of peace do i? anyways pls lmk if there are any grammatical errors, i only looked over this twice so there may be a bunch of mistakes i missed. sry for that lol. hope you enjoyed <33

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miya-rin · 2 years

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here are some small iwaizumi boyfriend headcanons

requested through this ask!

has soo many blankets in one of his closets so when its winter time you two can stay in bed all day and cuddle without being too cold :(((

he likes to be little spoon every once in a while and it is so cute when he asks cause he gets kinda quiet and averts his eyes and when you say yes he has this little smile and omfg he is the cutest ever

he never cries while watching sad films but you put on one movie where a dog dies, like marley and me, and this man will BAWL HIS EYES OUT

always smells faintly of coconut because of the shampoo, conditioner and body wash he uses

absolutely loves ariana grande, he walks around humming to the tune of “into you” but flat out denies it every time you bring it up

he really hates the smell of lavender, claims it reminds him of a restroom. if you buy lavender room spray prepare for him to gag (on purpose or just to annoy you) whenever you spray it

ive said this before and ill say it again, he loves paying for your stuff. he doesnt even let you spend your own money as he believes that you should let him provide for you, and no matter how much you argue with him over this, it always ends with him paying for you

hates mushroom, refuses to eat them. he almost had an adult tantrum once when oikawa secretly tried to feed one to him so now you know to never give him any

he actually loves taking part in couples tiktok trends with you, he always tags you in them or sends them to you and asks to try them out

OMG HE BUYS MATCHING ONESIES FOR YOU TWO, YK LIKE THE TOOTHLESS AND LIGHT FURY ONES AND INSISTS ON WEARING THEM ON MOVIE NIGHTS

where he is an athletic trainer he obviously knows how to help with injuries, so if you ever have a pain somewhere on you body he will drop everything to help you and make sure you’re ok

walks around your house / flat in only gray joggers and smirks whenever he catches you looking

when he is nervous he taps his fingers on stuff and he normally does it on your thighs as a way to let you know how he is feeling so that you can try and calm him down

when you guys are arguing he always waits for you to finish talking before he starts so he doesn’t interrupt you and make you feel unheard :((

he really liked collecting vinyl records but he never told anyone, he only brought it up once to you as he was talking about the fact he didn’t have a record player, so you got one for him on his birthday and he almost cried because he was so happy that you payed attention to such small part of what he enjoyed and omfg i love him he is just the sweetest

^^ i should also mention i think he gets kind of emotional whenever you do something sweet for him that most people would normally overlook

all of my haikyuu boyfriend headcanons

thankyou for reading! i hope you liked it!

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sugarycandies · 2 years

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Needy (Jungkook x Reader)

Pairing: Switch!Jungkook x Switch!Fem!Reader Genre: Smut (MDNI) Contains: Phone sex, mutual masturbation Synopsis: Jungkook has been missing Y/N for a while, two months was too long to go without her. He gets an opportunity when she texts him. W/C: 2.5k AO3 Link ════════════════════════════════════

Jungkook was mad, knees deep in love. He was suffocating in the feeling, feeling it begin to choke him downwards. His love was a brume of emotions blocking his emotions, so intense that he couldn’t see any rationality in front of him.

Six months. Six, long, atrociously dreary months that he had to wait until he could see her again. He just wanted her to be near him, in front of him. He’d do anything to have that. He missed everything he had once.

He had adored everything about her. The taste of her lips, the way she parted them when she laughed. The cute things she liked to collect simply because they had meaning to her. The way she’d stumble over small objects sometimes. The fact that she would entertain him and scorn him at the same time. He longed for the nights you two would take off your shoes and just dance in his room, alone, to a vinyl record.

Your tongue was an eternity to him. The ethereality of his nights with you lingered among his dreams and deepest desires. His legacy was to be alongside you through thick and thin.

Why did fate have to bring you apart for so long? Why did they have to go on tour?

“Jungkook,” Yoongi snapped, violently pulling him out of the haze.

“Sorry,” He said sheepishly as he drew back to the present time, the rest of the members surrounding him.

“You need some water?” Hoseok asked handing it over to him, “You’ve been out of it all day.”

“Just have a headache,” he made an excuse as he looked at him, “Can I rest for a bit?”

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at Hoseok, a bit concerned for Jungkook. He nodded anyways.

“Thank you,” Jungkook said, grabbing his phone and bag, and putting it in his pocket as he head out the door.

He head to his dorm and flopped down on the bed, his phone falling to the side, opening up with the force. The lock screen was a photo of him and (Y/N). Everything reminded him of her, every part of him wanted her. He picked up the phone and tapped into his photo albums, scrolling through the album labeled ‘(Y/N) <3’.

Photos of them swiped through the screen, and he watched sighing. Some photos were cute candid photos he took of her during dates, such as when they were baking and had flour all over her nose. Others were goofy photos she took up close. As he scrolled through he suddenly came to an abrupt stop, his face going a bit red as he watched the photo slide onto the screen.

(Y/N), sitting on her bed, mirror in front of her. She was lifting Jungkook’s shirt, which had teasingly been put on; the fabric was strictly in between her teeth. No bra, her boobs hanging out and perky in the reflection of the mirror. Her shorts were barely covering anything. Her other hand propped herself back.

Jungkook bit his lip as he looked at the photo, he didn’t even remember saving that photo in his photo album. As he looked at it, he felt his stomach churn a bit, his pants getting tighter at the sight in front of him.

“Jungkook!” (Y/N) cried, laid back against the bed, mouth agape as she tried to regain herself.

He stood, in front of her, deep within her as he thrusted into her unrelentlessly.

“Say it louder,” Jungkook moaned, tightly holding her upwards against the bed as he rocked his hips at a fast pace.

(Y/N) laid under him, her hands reached up to cup her breasts, holding them upwards in place to prevent them from rocking. Jungkook laid on top of her, sweating dripping down his forehead. His tattooed hand grazed along her side, partially holding her down with it. Meanwhile, his hair fell forward against his face, looking down and ravishing in her.

“Jungkook!” she yelled through her moans, not even keeping her eyes opened as she did.

He let out a moan that melted into a deep rasp as he leaned his head forward. Their foreheads practically touched.

“You’re so hot,” he whispered, his lips connecting with hers in a desperate attempt at contact. He forced his way in without warning as he explored her mouth. The kiss was sloppy, mashing together feverishly.

Jungkook felt as though if he was away from her for just one second, he would die.

“You’re mine (Y/N), and only mine, you hear me?” he whispered into her ear as they parted mouthed, his red lips grazing against her cheek.

“I’m all yours,” She whispered back, her hand reaching up to pull at the back of his head, “I always will be.”

Jungkook moaned quietly as he bit his lip, his hand down at his pants. He palmed himself, pushing the heel for a fraction of friction against his hard-on. Six more months until he could touch her again. It was too long, much too long for moments like these. Slowly, his hand went to unzip his pants, pulling them down, hooking the waistband of his boxers down with them. His hard-on leapt up and slapped against his stomach, the tip bright red begging for attention.

He reached his hand down and slowly pumped at it, flicking his wrist with it. Her hand, touching him and pumping it, getting him off and making him belong to her at the touch. His mouth fell open as his breathing got rougher, his mind flying off and sparking in all different directions. He fell apart just from one photo of (Y/N). How would he act if it was the real (Y/N)?

Suddenly, he jumped up at a ringing noise. His phone dinged, making him jump up in surprise. A text.

(Y/N)

10:32 P.M.

Hi Kookie <3

(Y/N) had been alone for too long.

She had spent the entire day trying to find anything to accompany the time. She had cleaned the counters multiple times, watched two netflix movies, and managed to fix up an entire meal to eat by herself. Once she got home from work, there was nothing. Each day treaded on at a dreary pace.

Usually, once she got home from work, Jungkook would be waiting for her with a giant hug. He’d light up her day. They would sometimes play video games if one of them was in the mood. But recently she had nothing.

She sat on the couch, and quickly texted just a hello to him, just wanting to see him.

Kookie<3

10:32 P.M.

Hi :) WYD?

She smiled at the text and quickly typed a reply.

(Y/N)

10:33 P.M

Missing you :)

Kookie<3

10:33 P.M.

Me too ;)

Kookie<3

10:33 P.M.

I mean :)*

She laughed a bit.

(Y/N)

10:33 P.M.

Aww you miss me? ;)

Kookie<3

10:33 P.M.

Do you expect me not to after two months?

She paused for a second, looking at the text.

(Y/N)

10:34 P.M.

No :( only six more left to go!!

Kookie<3

10:34 P.M.

Too long, I miss you so much right now you don’t even know.

The period at the end. That set off a bell in (Y/N)’s mind. The only time he ever put an end to one of his texts is if he was trying to come off serious. The only time he would try to be serious?: When he wanted to be hot. She smirked at that.

(Y/N)

10:35 P.M

Really? How much?

Kookie<3

10:35 P.M.

More than words can explain.

(Y/N)

10:35 P.M.

Explain to me baby, you can use your words

Read

She sighed at the lack of response at that. She watched as the typing bubble went up and down, and smirked knowing that she had flustered him. Correct, Jungkook was desperately needy at the moment. That made her stomach spark a bit at the thought. Had Jungkook been sitting there the entire time just thinking about her? Would he had gone so far as to get himself off to the thought of her? The thoughts made her bubble.

Kookie<3

10:38 P.M.

It’s a bit embarrassing, I don’t know if you want to hear about that right now.

He was getting shy, and that sent a bit of power to her.

(Y/N)

10:39 P.M.

Of course I do baby, are you just too shy to say it?

Kookie<3

10:40 P.M.

I need you.

She was about to reply when a face time started, and she smiled a bit, answering the call.

“Hi baby,” (Y/N) said sweetly down the phone, moving to show her face

Jungkook’ s camera was a bit off-center, he was already sweating a bit, and out of breath as he called. Just looking at his eyes, (Y/N) knew what he was doing. He that that hazy look over them, clouding his judgement.

“You were having fun weren’t you?” (Y/N) asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” he rasped out, almost in a shy whisper as he looked at her.

“Did you call me because you wanted me to help you?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, barely able to form words.

“Show me” (Y/N) commanded.

Jungkook nodded, and moved his camera around. His dick was peaking out above the covers as he turned. Precum was slowly oozing out of him, making it so when he touched the tip to move the covers, a string slowly connected the very bottom of his index finger to him.

“Oh, baby you should of called me sooner, what got you so riled up,” She asked.

“I saw a photo of you.” Jungkook said as he began to wrap his arm around himself again, slowly pumping.

She smiled, moving the camera onto the stand to reveal fully what she was wearing. She was dressed in one of Jungkook’s shirts, and that turned him on even more. Slowly she lifted it up, biting it in her mouth just the same, unclipping her bra with it.

“This one?” she asked dropping the fabric out of her mouth.

“Yeah,” he said through a moan.

“I want to see your face while you get off to me Kookie,” she smirked, and Jungkook moved to place his phone on a nightstand as well, so that she could get a full view of him.

He had removed his shirt, his abs glistened slightly with sweat as he moved, his boxers still around his knees as he sat up and pulled the rest of them down. Flexing backwards, he put all of himself on display for (Y/N).

“Perfect,” she whispered as she fully took off the shirt, then removing her shorts as well.

“I wish I could touch you,” Jungkook whimpered as he watched, his hand getting faster.

“Me too, Kookie,” she said as she slowly moved down the panties, which were already damp with the amount of foreplay. It had been months since they had done this.

Slowly a finger went down to her heat, slowly rubbing circles onto the clit just like Jungkook would. As he watched, he bit his lip, it was so much better to watch versus imagine.

“Pretend its me fucking you right now,” Jungkook turned, switching sides, “I want you to imagine me claiming you over and over again.”

“Ah,” she stumbled a bit, not expecting the sudden possessiveness as she nodded.

She began to insert a finger into herself, and Jungkook watched licking his lips.

“More.” he said, “Be as rough as I am.”

(Y/N) nodded as she put two in, being slow and delicate just to piss Jungkook off a little bit. Clearly he wanted to be a bit in charge, so (Y/N) was going to tease if she had to give up the role.

“You know I’m not nearly as soft as you’re acting like,” he growled as his eyebrows furrowed a bit, “I want you to fall apart to the thought of me.”

She smirked at that, and began to insert two more, spreading her legs for Jungkook to get the view. At the sudden intensity, she let out a moan, throwing her head back as she fingered herself. Jungkook got off on seeing it too, watching the love of his life have the same dirty thoughts as he did earlier.

“Better,” he said, “Now say my name.”

“Jungkook” she moaned out, and Jungkook smirked, pumping himself harder.

“I bet you just wish I was there marking you all up right now,” he said smirking.

(Y/N) nodded as her lips parted. Her hips began to buck up into her fingers as Jungkook talked, needing more. She needed him. The best she could do was close her eyes and pretend.

“I do,” she moaned out with a nod, “I bet you wish you had someone to praise you.”

Jungkook smirked and continued pumping himself faster. Both of their speeds began to rise with the anticipation of the talk, their conversation diluting into moans as they both fell into the haze. The closest they could get to each other was in a screen, so they put themselves on an open display. Jungkook had began to rub faster, his head tilting back, while (Y/N)’s back arched, legs shaking.

“Kookie, I’m close,” she moaned.

“Me too, go faster,” he said, “I want to hear it all,”

“Kookie, Jungkook- ah-“ her voice got louder, her words turning into a stream of nonsensical rambles.

She came, spurting out in one fell swoop as she gasped for air afterwards. All he needed to hear was his name, as he too came, the cum lurching up and painting his stomach in white.

They both slowly caught their breaths, looking at the phone at the same time to admire what they had just created.

“I needed that,” Jungkook whispered.

“You’re so needy,” (Y/N) teased with a laugh.

“You’re the one who just moaned my name,” he said.

“You’re the one who initiated this,” she poked back, and soon they both divulged into laughter.

The glistening moment of laughter was shared between them. It was a moment that just made them want to be together more. The times that they could just spend, even after all of that, to be light and airy with each other was a blessing to the both of them.

“I miss you,” Jungkook broke.

“Maybe I’ll try to visit one of your tour spots,” (Y/N) smiled, “I miss you too.”

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