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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 days

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: sleepy af

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“You need a box, doll?” Bucky flutters his fingers toward your plate, “you don’t gotta finish all that.”

You look down at the untouched half of your sandwich. You’d barely poked at the pesto salad on the side either. You can’t help it; your stomach is swirling like a storm. Aside from that, you’re so self-aware that you make certain each bite is tidy and small.

You bring the napkin to your lips before you answer, “oh, sure, I guess. Um, thank you.”

“You have a big breakfast?” He wonders as he lifts his glass, squinting at its emptiness.

“I...” you sniff. You didn’t eat at all. “I’m too nervous.”

You cringe as your honestly flows free. You don’t know why you said that. Maybe it’s the similarly empty glass in front of you. He smiles, his dimples showing handsomely on his bearded cheeks.

“You don’t gotta be,” he sets the glass down, his forearm across the table. “Is it me? I make you nervous.”

You look away and cup your chin. You purse your lips and inhale slowly. You dare to face him again. You nod into your hand.

“What about me makes you nervous?” He wonders, his eyes sparkling. It has to be obvious. So obvious that he must be teasing you.

“You know,” you murmur.

“Genuinely curious,” he clears his expression and sits back, “we’re having a good time. Good chat. So... you’re nervous, why?”

“Because you’re...” your brows squiggle, “you. I’m just me.”

“And what’s so bad about being just you?”

You scoff, “I think... maybe you made a mistake. I’m not... anything.”

“What does that mean?” He prompts.

Before you can answer, Hailee appears. The slim server offers you a refill. Bucky waits for you to answer first. You decline and he puts his hand over his own glass.

“We’ll take the cheque,” he says and she flits off to do his bidding. He returns his attention to you before you can shrink further, “well... what do you mean?”

Your eye drift evasively. He just latches on and doesn’t let go. It’s overwhelming. You watch Hailee as she taps the tablet on the bar top across the roof. You glance at Bucky again.

“I’m not tall or thin or a supermodel,” you say quietly. He leans in as he tilts his head thoughtfully.

“If I wanted that, that’s who would be sitting here with me. I don’t mind that you’re a little small. It’s... I like it, actually. And a supermodel? Doll, those types got nothing on you.”

You touch your cheeks then drag your hands away, “thanks, but...”

“But?” He echoes.

“Nothing. Nothing,” you assure him meekly, “I just... I’m not sure about all this.”

Hailee once more returns. She hands Bucky the bill and he doesn’t even look at it as he slides his wallet out of his pocket. He hands her his card and the slip of paper. Once more, she’s off.

“Not sure?” He says.

“Sorry, I just...” once more you look at the server as she swipes his card. When you look back, Bucky’s watching you intently, “please keep your money. You paid for lunch, that’s enough.”

“But doll--”

“Please, I don’t feel right taking it,” you put your palms out and drop your hands, “thank you for lunch but I’m not cut out for this.”

“Hm,” he clicks his tongue and leans his chin on his knuckles, “don’t decide right now. I get it. It’s a lot at once. So think about it and get back to me.”

“I... I’m telling you,” you wilt, “I don’t think... I’m not what you think I am.”

“I have no idea what you are, doll,” he extends his fingers under his chin, “but I like what I see and I want more.”

You shakily bring your hand to your neck. He can’t mean it. He can’t want you. No way. If you say yes, how long does that last? You didn’t come here for lunch or an ‘arrangement’. You need a job. You need something sustainable.

Besides, you never thought you’d ever consider being a prostitute. That’s what he’s suggesting, isn’t it? You’re pathetic but you have some standards.

You sigh. You said no once, maybe more, maybe not firmly enough, but he’s not hearing you. So you will ‘think about it’ and repeat yourself later.

“Alright,” you agree as you lean back and pull your hands into your lap.

“All I’m asking for is a chance,” he says. Your heart pulses tightly. He’s asking you? “Let’s get your leftovers packed up and I'll take you home.”

“Oh, uh, I can get a cab--”

“Nah,” he waves you off, “I’m here. Merv’s gotta get me back to the casino as it is.”

🃏

“You’ll call me, won’t you, doll?” Bucky asks as Merv stops outside the curb of your mother’s house.

You peek up through the tinted window and back at the man beside you. He shamelessly has his arm stretched over the seat above your shoulders, the scent of his cologne invading your nostrils. You nod dumbly before you process his words.

“Yeah, I will,” you assure him as you undo your seat belt and untangle your purse from the strap.

“Don’t leave me hanging,” he pulls his arm away and brushes your shoulder then down your sleeve.

“I won’t, like I said... I’ll think about it,” you reach for the handle and he hums.

“I had a good time. I like talking to you, doll.”

You stop yourself from fleeing like you so desperately want to do. You turn back to him. You’re struck by him, not for the first time. Someone like him noticed you and did all this. It feels like you’re drowning. You can barely think straight.

“Me too. It was really nice,” you breathe.

He stares at your, almost expectantly, and his lips curve slightly. Are you forgetting something? Heat speckles over your cheeks. Is he leaning in?

“Hey, don’t forget your leftovers,” he sits back and reaches to the other side of the seat, picking up the box.

“Oh, thanks,” you take it, your fingers touching his.

“Don’t let me keep you, ‘cause I will,” he winks, “I’m sure you got someone waiting for you.”

“Uh, yeah, my mom won’t be home yet but...” you suppress your irrelevant thoughts. You’ll give the sandwich and salad and to Roxie. She never complains for free food. “Yeah, er, thanks.”

He chuckles and claps his hand down on your leg, “too sweet, doll. It’s my pleasure and there’s a lot more where that came from.” He squeezes and removes his hand, “just making a last-ditch case for myself.” He inhales and his shoulders rise and he fixes his collar, “have a good one, alright? Take it easy, think...”

“I will,” you affirm once more, “er, bye.”

You open the door and barely keep from tripping onto the curb. You peer back one last time and attempt a smile, trying to hide the sinking pit in your chest. You don’t need to think about it. You simply cannot give him what he wants.

You shut the door and back up. You stand cluelessly and wait. When the car doesn’t move, you spin and scurry away. God, how much more awkward can you get?

You resist the urge to look back as you let yourself in through the front door. The TV babbles from the next room as you twist the lock. Roxie lazes across the couch as the fan oscillates over her. The summer heat has the space stuffy and sticky. The rented house doesn’t have central air and the portable AC crapped out last year.

“Hey,” you come up to the back of the couch, your anxiety still buzzing behind your ears. You feel different and you feel like she’ll sense it in an instant. You almost want her to say something.

She doesn’t look away from the screen as she grumbles back at you.

“Um, mom’s not home yet, right?”

“Don’t think so,” she yawns, her arm draped above her head against the arm rest. “It’s like three. You sleep all day?”

You frown. She usually sleeps later, granted, she works until sunlight most nights.

“No, I had an interview.”

“Huh, Wendy’s?” She asks. It’s probably an innocent question and a fair assumption, but it still cuts like an insult.

“No, uh, whatever, I don’t think I got it.”

“Too bad,” she says.

You leave her. She’s too enraptured with her reality TV binge. You suppose if you were just waiting to start working, you might just want to shut off too. That’s exactly what you want in that moment. To stop thinking about everything.

It’s not just Bucky and his offer or whatever you should call it. It’s about your mom and Roxie and being the resident disappointment. You don’t like being dead weight but it seems like it’s all you’ll ever be. There’s more than just yourself to think about in this and yet you just can’t see yourself saying yes.

You don’t really know what you’re saying yes to. What is it exactly that Bucky wants from you? Sunny lunches and conversations about disco music? You don’t think that’s it but you’re too afraid to think about the implication behind his proposition.

So you won’t. You won’t-- you can’t accept it. You can’t bring yourself to do... that for money. If you did and your mother ever knew the truth, you shudder to think. No, you can tell an easier lie.

Sorry, mom, didn’t pan out. Again. But I’ve been applying all around. I’ll get something.

🃏

The first text Bucky sends, you respond to. It’s the same day as your interview. No, that’s not what it was. He sends a good night and you echo the sentiment. It’s easier to pretend behind a screen.

You don’t sleep well despite his tidings. You toss and turn and don’t drag yourself out of bed until noon. Your mom’s already at work and you can’t stand to face her. Not since you told her it was another dead end. Roxie’s snoring in her room.

You go out on the back steps and sit in the sun. It’s all muddled. You know you shouldn’t. You won’t. That’s not you. And even if you could find the courage to say yes, you’re just not that girl. You aren’t the one to be flaunted on a rich guy’s arm. Or the kind to go for manicures and to wear layers of contour. And that’s what he’ll want, even if he says now, it isn’t. Men just want pretty things and you’re not.

The days pass in a similar idle daze. Every night, he texts. A little back and forth but you say you’re tired and check out after his usual, ‘sweet dreams, doll.’ Two days, three days, four, five, six. A whole week and you know that you have to say it. No. It’s almost as hard as a yes would be.

When the ‘good morning’ pops up in your notifications, you’re frozen. You can’t even fake it. You can’t hit the automated reply generated by the app. You just lock your phone and put it in your nightstand drawer. You’re a coward, just like you’ve always been.

You scroll through the job boards. You’ve been spending most of your waking hours trawling them. The postings don’t come as quickly as you apply. Some, you’re sure, you’ve submitted your resume to at least twice. Well, that shows dedication, right?

You hear your mom come home just after five. You finally sit up from your chronic hunch and groan at the pang between your shoulders. Ugh, that’s not good. You get up and come out as your mother sighs and drops her purse on the table.

“Hey, I took some drumsticks out,” you say, “I’m gonna do the buffalo sauce.”

“Oh, hon, that’s amazing, I’m so tired,” she drops into a chair and props a foot on her knee, rubbing her arch, “I need new insoles.”

You watch her guiltily, chewing your lip. Even if you’re not going to say yes, you almost wish you’d taken that thousand dollars. She wouldn’t have to do overtime so much. You cross your arms.

“What do you want with it? We got some of the crinkle fries or--”

The doorbells chimes and you hesitate. It isn’t often it rings. Not for anyone by the landlord on an impromptu visit. You peer over at the same time as your mom. She sends you a curious look as she stands.

She hobbles away and you feel guilty for letting her. You shy away and wait by the counter. You listen to her footfalls and the schlock of the front door latch as she slides it back. It opens with the usual squeak and you hold your breath as you listen. A low drone meets your mother’s exhausted hello.

Oh. It wouldn’t be... It can’t be. You assure yourself that you don’t recognise the timbre but even your denial isn’t that strong.

Slowly, you make your way to the hall and creep down towards your mom as she keeps the door half-way shut against her. It’s him. You hear him say your name. Oh gosh.

“I’m just following up on her interview. I called but maybe her battery died?” Bucky says.

You wince and near your mom.

“Uh, yes, she’s here, I’ll just go--”

“Mom,” you interject and she jumps in surprise.

“Oh,” she trills with laughter, “there she is.”

She lets the door open as you step up next to her, your chest fraught with dread. You stare at Bucky as his blue eyes bore into you. Your mom touches your elbow gently. You’re suddenly overly conscious of your pajama pants and baggy tee.

“I’ll let you two... chat,” she retreats and leaves you there to his mercy. You can’t beg her to stay without giving yourself away.

As she heads back down the hall, you step outside and draw the door shut. You know better than to trust her not to eaves drop. How many times had she listened through the doorway when Roxie had one of her boyfriends over.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky crosses his arms. Is he mad? Does he know you were ignoring him or does he really think your phone died?

“Hi, uh...”

“You didn’t answer my texts,” he intones.

“Um, yeah, I... I’ve been... distracted.”

He nods, a skeptical wrinkle in his forehead, “sure. It's been a week, lots of time to think.”

You gape up at him. He wants an answer. Now. You have one, but you just can’t say it. You’re silent as tension roils in the humid air. He swoops back a dark lock but doesn’t break his gaze.

“Look, I... I appreciate your offer and everything else but what you’re asking... if my mom knew...”

“Hm, yeah,” he puts his hands on his hips, “I thought of that too. You’re a sweet thing and I can see she loves you. It’s unorthodox but I only wanna take care you. Not everyone will understand that.”

“Right, so I don’t think--”

“Well, I think she’d be more suspicious if you walked in there and told her I came all the way here not to offer you a job,” he insists, “don’t you?”

“Y-yeah, but--” you sputter.

“So, she doesn’t need to know why I’m here, does she? You can tell her you’re working at the casino.”

“Sure, but I don’t...” you shake your head and look down. He’s right.

If you tell your mom you missed out on another job, you don’t think you could ever look her in the eye again. It wouldn’t just be another let down but an actual lie. You have an opportunity here. Maybe not the one you thought, but it’s money. After years of living off your mom’s hard work, you owe her. What’s a secret to her not having to work twelves?

“We get along, don’t we?” He asks.

You nod. He’s been less than unkind. You can’t really name a single fault on his part.

“So, I don’t get it. The money, it’s just a bonus,” he explains, “don’t think of it as me paying you to spend time with me, so much as us enjoying each other and both getting the perks from that.”

“But... but...” you wet your lips with your tongue and clamp them tight.

He’s cornered you. If you had a few more hours, you could’ve found the strength to take your phone out and type out your rejection but face-to-face? You’re hopeless and you think he knows that. He watches you expectantly. He isn’t hoping, he knows.

You blow out between your lips and turn your head away, “she can’t ever know.”

“Doll, for you, I'll keep my lips sealed,” he says, “whatever you want, you got it. That’s the deal.”

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skywqlkergf · 2 days

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anakin skywalker + blowjobs

f!reader. smut. softish anakin. praise. oral (m receiving). this was supposed to be a blurb and it's a little longer, hope you all like it. this is my first smut with anakin. :3

it's not often that anakin lets you suck his cock, he much prefers to be sheathed in your warm, wet cunt. it's not that he's even remotely against receiving oral, he just prefers when he can take care of both of you.

today, though, today was different. he was beyond frustrated with the council, and obi-wan constantly breathing down his neck. he wanted to run and hide, but instead his pretty little thing has other ideas in mind.

you can practically smell the irritation coming off of him, from the way he stomps into the room. you usher him to sit down, quick to make him a drink and sit next to him intending to listen to him, first.

he ignores your looks of concerns and just envelopes himself with you, he pulls you in a for a tight squeeze before pushing his lips to yours. it's obvious, that he wants a distraction. a slice of his perfect piece of heaven, to ease the stress.

“let me help you, baby.” your soft voice coos at him, as you cradle his face in your hands. you push a kiss to his lips before climbing to the floor, in front of his lap.

“oh, baby, please. you don't need to, don't want your knees hurting you later.” his voice laced with concern, and your lips curve into a soft smile at his thoughtful nature when it comes to you.

“let me, please.” you urge him, you're not even sure when the last time he let you give him head. it was like an itch that you can't scratch. needing to feel him in your throat.

he can't help the smirk that starts, loving to listen to you beg. never did he think he'd be so lucky, as to have a girl who gets cockdrunk on him.

“if you want it that bad, who am i to tell you no?" he chuckles, his hand coming run his fingers through your hair for a moment. he was sure no one else could ever look as pretty on their knees for him as you do.

you're quick to untangle his pants and his cock springs up once you move anakin’s boxers. your mouth practically drools at the sight, but it's hard to ignore the emptiness in your cunt.

anakin leans back into the couch, legs spread, observing as you look at his member like it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen. and it is, anakin’s cock is thick and long, and it fits in all the right spaces when he's fucking you like there's no tomorrow. it's such a pretty pink at the head.

for now though, you want to focus on him. help him relieve some of that pressure, that you know is so hard for him to keep under control. you start with kitten licks on the underside of his cock.

it's enough to make him shudder, watching with darkened eyes as you take him into your mouth. swirling your tongue around the head, you look through lidded eyes to see his head fallen back against the couch. soft gasps and sighs falling from his mouth, like a prayer.

“doing so good f’me, baby.” the pleasure makes his words slur, and it gives you the motivation and drive to take more of him in.

easing into a nice rhythm of up and down, causing anakin to tug his lip between his teeth and his eyes flutter open to see you taking him all the way in.

his robotic hand coming to softly grasp, your hair, making you go just a little faster.

“just, fuck, yeah baby. just like that, mm.” he groans as he speaks and it makes you speed up. your favorite part is when he starts to get close, little shudders and whines as he attempts to let you do it all on your own.

it never stays that way for long, within moments both of his hands are using your hair as a handlebar. tugging quick and thrusting roughly down your throat.

“sorry, princess. fuck. can't help, myself. just too good.” he praises you, and your bring your hands up to fondle his balls. this is exactly what it takes to push him over the edge. one rough thrust and you can feel his warm cum cadcading down your throat, which you happily swallow.

you lean your head against his thigh, he softly rubs your face. a dorky smile meeting your soft colored and watery eyes.

“you look so pretty with those tears running down your cheeks.” anakin almost whispers, like it's a secret that only the two of you could know about.

“you should make me cry some more then.” you give him a cheeky smile. you know there's no way today's gonna end without a couple bruises as momentos. you wouldn't have it any other way.

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ughdontbeboring · 2 days

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Feyd x WoC Reader (can be read by anyone tho)

you and Feyd have this thing and it can never be more.

warnings: Feyd bc let’s be real, smut, a little degradation, breeding kink

note: I love feyd, don’t know if I did him justice at all BUT the need to write him just won’t leave me be. I have a few others in the works so let’s see how it goes. Also no proofread, it’s late and I’m horny so yea.

No description of ethnicity but reader when I write is always written with myself in mind. It’s soooo self indulgent.

if you like it, love it, fuck with it leave some love. I DO NOT give permission for my shit to be used anywhere by anyone.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this but you just can’t help yourself. In all honesty how could you be expected to control yourself and behave like a lady of a great house when HE exists, when he was fucking you completely stupid against this cold wall in a darken slightly hidden hallway in the fortress.

You were extremely thankful this meeting of the great houses was taking place on Giedi Prime because not a living soul on this planet would dare speak of seeing the sight that the two of you made. Completely lost in each other, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked into you with a desperate need, his muscular ass on display, your face full of pleasure as he bite love marks into your chest where your breast were fully exposed - because he knows there’s less chance of anyone seeing and he only even thinks of that for you and your honor - His plump lips pulling a nipple into his soft wet mouth to suck making you cry out.

Even your handmaids could be sent away and wait where they wouldn’t be spotted without you because he could do so on his own home planet though he probably could manage it on any planet he was that feared. You were lucky enough to sway your father to let you bring the only two you knew you could trust.

You could hardly keep your thoughts together when a particularly hard slow thrust made you scream out. You knew you were caught letting your mind wonder.

He tsked against your ear, his blacken teeth nipping the lobe before his tongue flicked it.

“Am I boring you my lady?” His deep raspy voice questioned in the deathly quiet hallway.

“No my love, know s-sometimes can’t help it” You answered breathlessly as you pulled your head back, your hand cradling his cheek as your eyes finally found each others.

Sometimes you got too caught in your thoughts and worries about being found, something he didn’t like. He was the kind of man that didn’t like anything to take your attention away from him and with the limited time your both able to find to be together he demanded you were fully present with him at all times and if not he’d have to bring that pretty little mind of yours back to the situation at hand.

He smirked, it was then you realized he had pulled out. The empty feeling sitting in.

“Then let me help you”

Before you could respond his thick long cock was pushing past your sensitive lips and burying its self deep within you to the hilt. You choked on your own scream as his pelvis pulled back and snapped forward with another hard thrust. You felt every veiny inch of him within your slick tight walls.

“Oh fuck” you moaned eyes rolling back as he continued his short brutal thrusts “oh Feyd, please”.

“Please what?” His deep voice mocked.

“Please, please wanna cum” you mumbled hardly getting the words out as your head fell backwards into the wall.

“Would you let me fuck you like this in front of all of them? In front of him?” He mocked some more, the “him” carrying the hatred you knew he had for the man he viewed as weak that your father had promised you to.

“Oh god yes! ‘M all yours!” You yelled desperately, pinned to the wall like decor, a fine piece of art as he drove his cock into you at that tortuous pace. It was hard, slow and deep.

His large rough callous hands which were somehow still soft held your bare ass under your dress to keep you in place as he fucked you. His fingers tips gripped you so tight you were sure there would be bruising.

“Let him see how wet I make you? How my pretty girl screams for me? Begging for my cock?” He rasped as his eyes bore into yours, your faces were so close at this point your sure you both were just breathing in eachothers breaths.

Your tight walls clenched even harder on his throbbing cock causing him to falter slightly, his hips needing a split second to get back into rhythm.

“Fuck!” He roared in that unique tone of his, “Look at you getting wet like a whore” he spat at you, though there was no malice.

“Getting fucking wet when I talk about fucking you in front of him, is that what you want? Want him and the whole known universe to know that you belong to me? That you belong to na-Baron Feyd Rutha Harkonnen? Know how well you take my cock?” He gritted, the look of pure possessiveness in his blue eyes as his nostrils flared, his full bottom lip being pulled between his teeth.

You couldn’t help the tears that sprung, and your nails that dug into his back no doubt breaking skin, you heard the hiss pass through his lips at the pleasure of it but he was just fucking you so good, splitting you wide open on his cock and saying the most nastiness things a lady of a great house should never hear. He was speaking to you a way no one would ever dare and it was driving crazy you like he knows it always does.

“Y-yes! Wan’ them all to know!” You moaned as your shaky breath washed over his full lips. You closed the small space and took his mouth upon yours, his opening immediately to take dominance over your tongue. The kiss was just as messy and sloppy as the fucking currently happening in a hallway anyone could walk down. Yet you couldn’t care less because of the pure ecstasy he was making you feel and because you knew Feyd would kill anyone stupid enough to walk this way, let along gaze upon you in this state.

The rest of the world may have not knew but those here did and they knew better than to ever speak on it.

Here they all know you belong to Feyd and that made your heart soar because you’d give anything for all to know.

“Fuck pretty girl” he groaned against your wet mouth, “You’re dripping down my balls, my fucking thighs are wet with you”.

His words just made you moan louder.

“Go head, cum for me, let go my pretty little pet” he rasped.

The scream that tore through you should make you embarrassed how much you sounded like a common whore but nothing in you could muster a care in the world. Feyd was worth everything. Worth getting caught, worth the embarrassment on your family, worth whatever came with being found out.

Your body shook as the force of your orgasm pushed Feyd’s cock out, momentarily catching him off guard before the loss of your heat and your desperate whine at the action caused him to snap back in action and drive his cock back in til he was brushing your cervix.

Your body continued to shake as your pussy claimed his cock in a vice grip and your eyes rolled back, your mouth hanging open with some slight drool down the corner. Everything about the moment sent a chill down Feyd’s spine as his balls drew tight and his cock swelled, the release of his cum shooting into your warmth and drenching your walls with his thick seed.

How Feyd wished more then anything you both could allowed it to take, the thought of you claimed in that way, round with his child caused Feyd release to prolong. A groan ripping through his chest, as his cock continued to spurt his cum into your warm haven. Desperate to see you round, full of him.

“Fuck!”

Your hands guided his head as you brought him in for an embrace. Your faces pressed together.

The both of you stayed that way for awhile. Deep breathing slowly coming to a normal pace as the mixture from both your releases cooled on each of your thighs.

He slowly pulled out his soften cock as you verbally mourned the loss.

Feyd helped you fix yourself before slipping his cock back into his pants and pulling them back over his hips. He hadn’t pull them down far to begin with with the rush you both were in. Just enough to get his impressive cock out.

“Did you mean it?” He asked catching you off guard with the softness and vulnerability of his deep raspy tone.

You searched his handsome face looking for an answer before it hit you. You fought back the tears that threaten to fall. The sadness that washed over you you wished wasn’t the reality.

“Of course, more than anything but we both know it would never happen Feyd. I am already betrothed” you remind him. “My father will not reconsider, not while house Fenring has offered so much and he still carry’s hatred for the Baron”.

Feyd didn’t seem surprised at your statement, it was the truth you both knew. He just seemed to be contemplating and that worried you. You didn’t want him to do anything that would get himself into trouble.

It was two long days later when you got to see Feyd again, this time in the arena. You don’t understand how it all happened because it had happened so quickly.

You were sitting up in the guest seats watching with a few the other young lady’s of great houses, gossiping about Feyds skill and brutality with the rest of your respective families when Feyd had just finished his slaughter. He stood there proud after taking off his shield and finishing in an even more entertaining way when all realized some of the slaves weren’t drugged.

He raised a single fist as the roar from the area slowly came to a stop. A servant rushed to him handing over something. You sat watching with all wondering what was happening since this wasn’t customary for the end of the fight.

“What is the na-Baron up to?” One of the lords from the other houses asked as everyone watched.

Your heart raced as you watched through your glasses as he brought a mic up to his mouth. He smirked before announcing his challenge to the young lord of house Fenring for your hand in marriage.

You could swear he looked directly up at you high in the sky above him smirking before he cut his palm, made a fist and pounded his chest in a salute of ultimate respect. The stunned crowed of Giedi Prime following their beloved na-Baron. The sound was deafening. Your breathing stopped as you heard all the gasps around you. The young lady’s grasping at you asking a million questions as your father and Lord Fenring jumped to their feet yelling their rage at the disrespect of the young na-Baron. For they understood things were different here and just like the na-Baron was currently explaining on Giedi Prime his challenge must be accepted by the young lord himself and he would not be able to choose a fighter instead where the laws of marriage was considered. It was fight to the death or be shamed and seen as weak. Which on Giedi Prime was seen as the worst fate. To refuse meant House Harkkonen would refuse to acknowledge House Fenring because of their weakness. All deals and trade voided.

You couldn’t slow your breathing as you leaned on the railing watching him watching you. You could hear the commotion around you and the young lord Fenring fighting with his father over his acceptance before making his way out the room. Hope bloomed in your chest, you knew your father could not refuse a display like this. Such an open declaration of love, of ownership. You were his and he would fight to the death to make it so in all ways.

It wasn’t long before you seen doors on the stadium floor beginning to open. And Feyd’s smirk turned into a monstrous smile full of blackened teeth. You were his and it was time all knew. Giedi Prime would finally have their na-Baroness.

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corvidae-00 · 18 hours

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"Kiss me?"

A/n: Halloooo!! this is my first time writing for Joost and i LITERALLY have so many ideas so PLEASE REQUEST FOR HIM?!?!? PLEASEEE Based on this song! give it a listen ;>

~: fem! Reader, Tooth rotting fluff-, maybe slight angst if you squint, mutual pinning, both parties completely oblivious, reader and Joost have been friends long before Eurovision, literally so in love with each other, Maybe a little self-indulging, literally just a music fic but YAY- Word count- 1,095

Joost rubs his fingers against his lips softly using his elbow to somewhat hold up his head, his day dragging on, and the thoughts of going home and smoking a quick cigarette sounding splendid right now. He sighs and sets his hands flat against the cluttered table the sound of music and heavy bass pumping the walls and making things seem far away. His concert was next and all he could do was wait and hope it went smoothly- not that he expected any different he couldn't help but ponder, especially with how empty the backstage room was. he fiddles with his tank top and slowly runs his fingers down to play with his jeans squinting and making a face at all the loose threads from how worn and loved all of his clothes had eventually become.

"Joost?" A voice calls from the door the handle turning slightly and a head poking in- a bundle of hair and smiles were what he was least expecting "Gekke kikker?" He smiles a goofy smile where his lips curl up and the dimples around his cheeks make his smile that much more beautiful. He stands up quickly and strides over letting you slip fully inside and smile just as wide "Surprise!" You laugh opening your arms for a big hug from one of your most long-time friends "What are you doing here?- I thought you were busy?" Joost says pulling you into his chest tightly and muffling his words by dropping his face into your shoulder enjoying your presence, feeling his worries and stresses fade. the hard vibrations of the bass are not so nerve-wracking now. "How could I miss my best friend's performance right before he takes the stage at Eurovision!" You chuckle and rub his back the tanktop lifting and falling with each stroke, Joost can feel the goosebumps creep up his arms at the gentle gesture "Ah, well- I guess that is understandable Mijn lieveling" he sprinkles a little bit of his mother tongue into conversations and while you would love to know what he was saying you were yet to get lessons that the dutchman so intently insisted on giving you. Pulling away Joost can't help but smile again knowing you are here and ready to cheer him on- his biggest supporter through thick and thin- someone he always adored and went to for anything. someone he in a sense of the word- loved. Maybe he truly loved you and maybe a few times he had laid in his bed with a cigarette and had his eyes closed with ideas of him in nice clothes and you in a beautiful dress and watching the stars in a beautiful less populated area where the galaxy could be seen. Just maybe.

This hadn't been the first time you had popped up or shown up to support Yoost- and it wouldn't be the last- being his personal cheerleader through everything- YouTube- the beginning of his music- and even now was a job you took seriously. Knowing Joost you knew In the end it meant something or changed some kind of emotion and the smile that always graced his face was something you were more than happy to bend over backwards to see. After the concert you found yourself walking around the nearly empty streets of Amsterdam laughing and leaning into Joost after a joke he cracked where it may not even have been a joke- the look he gave you just proceeded to lead you to crack up more "what? is that not something to ponder je mafkees??' he shoves you playfully before cracking a few laughs himself "oh no no- your face just makes it all the more fun" you poke at him and shake your head a little as Joost smirks taking two wide steps and wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up spinning you a few times "who has the funny face now?" He laughs at the surprise of the sudden assault on gravity "oh that's not fair!" You laugh trying to look back at him. Joost's eyes fall on yours, full of wonder and shine- 'has she thought about me at night like I have her? A future of this being normal-' he thinks to himself a small smile taking over his once loud features as he sets you down and shakes his head putting his hands into his oversized jacket an airy chuckle leaving him. Little did he know that every time he smiles- or laughs- or holds you like you mean the world butterflies erupt and you have to fight everything in you to kiss him, hold his cheeks in your hands, and run your thumbs over the apples of his cheekbones and be ever so gentle with him. something you have kicked your feet in bed about- you sat in front of your mirror wondering if that could ever be you.

Joost looks at you through his glasses the two of you standing a few steps apart both seemingly lost in each other's own thoughts- before Joost sighs and can feel his skin grow hot and he pulls a hand out to rub the back of his neck- "I- you-" he stumbles out and silently curses himself- an almost 30-year-old man can't even grasp his own emotions and You blink and smile a little stepping closer to him "You- Me?" you smile seconding his stutter and he looks over you his eyes landing on your lips that even in the dark only slightly lit up by a street light- seemed too soft to be real. He looks back at your eyes and reaches for your hand which you happily accept in the middle letting him pull you closer to him his other hand pulling out of his coat to wrap around your waist- "Kiss me..?" Joost whispers internally cringing- 'How straight forward- you clutz-' his thoughts are cut off by the feeling of you leaning in and softly pecking him on the lips- Joost leans forward to follow your lips as you go to pull away his eyes already having fluttered closed. You chuckle and lean back in kissing him gently and wrapping your arms around his shoulders leaning into the gentle embrace. Pulling away you and Joost lock eyes, cheeks flustered and smiles adorning each party's faces "Spend the night?" Joost looks to the side bashfully and you can't help but blush and nod "I guess that can be arranged" you tease leading both of you to laugh softly leaning in and resting your foreheads together.

Dutch translator: Gekke kikker? - Crazy frog? Mijn lieveling - my darling je mafkees - you weirdo A/n: THANK YOU FOR READING- this was my first time ever writing Joost- so hopefully the more I write him the better it gets?? BUT PLEASE REQUEST FOR HIM!- I wanna write for him so bad- THANK YOU AGAIN!!! LOVE YOU ALL <3

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sashiavi · 15 hours

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no thoughts head empty just riding kaveh's face 😔😔😔 he'd definitely whimper and moan, acting like it's his last meal<3 thrusting his hips in the air to try and get some sort of relief, and ends up cumming untouched<3<3 oh the things I'd do to him

(I'm supposed to be productive rn)

(but kaveh<3<3<3)

Kaveh x Reader - Riding Kaveh's Face Haikaveh x Reader Mentioned

Some Kaveh food ♡

I'm slowly working through a few requests and my own little projects hehe~ thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!

Ilysm Kai Ty for sneaking into my ask box hehe~ 💕

“Kaveh.. I don't want to hurt you..” Was the first thing that tumbled from your pretty lips, a kiss of nervousness lingering on the edge of your words. The words he should have seen coming, like an overused opening line to a spicy scene in one of his romance novels, written by some lazy author.. Maybe to you, your concerns were valid, more than reasonable, even, it’s not everyday that he has you on him like this. Any ounce of rationality quickly scatters from him when Kaveh meets your eyes.

Nervous face looking down at him between your legs, eyes already a little bleary, lips tucked into a nervous pout. What a sight. Pretty tits drooping with gravity, framing your abdomen and tummy so well. One hand planted on his chest, the other being nervously nibbled at, tips of your fingers, lips biting into your nails. Kaveh huffs, a puff of a sigh tickling your skin. He had you kneeling on your knees, soft squishable thighs grazing against his ears, skin warm on his cheeks, sucking the metallic cool from the dangling jewelry he always adorned. His hands snake over the back of your thighs squeezing, groping, making an attempt to pull you down.

“K-Kaveh-!” Your squeals make his brain spark. The subtle fight and pull of your hips, his own hands trying to gently combat your squirms, all but makes him more eager- desperate even, for you, for your smell, your taste, to hear those soft whimpers he knows will spill from your lips. Archons, he wants to stuff his face full, dig his nose into your little clit, tongue your pussy with kisses and licks.

“S’ okay- Can take it, honest..” He cranes his neck, chin tilting up, lips managing a soft, wet kiss against your mound, his breath hot against the sensitive skin.

“We've never..” You trail off, looking anywhere but him. It was true, they hadn't ever done something like this, not together at least, but the memory- memories even, of your pretty pussy being tongue fucked by Alhaitham all those times before. Riding on his face, squealing, whimpering, crying. Tugging at the man's silky grey hair, pleading with him, all while knowing he wouldn't stop, grip too tight on your thighs and ass. Gods, Alhaitham, ever the dominant, putting both of you in your places, fucking you too stupid to even lay a finger on one another- one always twitching and out of commission for the rest of the night while he tortured the other with utmost pleasure.

Kaveh's cock flexes in his pants, tip rubbing against the taught material, nearly cracking out his own whimper. This was one of those rare chances, he had to get his own hands on you.

“You ride 'Haitham's face..” Kaveh can't help but whine, his lips visibly pout, head turning, pointed nose nuzzling into the soft fat of your thigh. He resists the urge to kiss, to sink his teeth in, nibble, and leave his own marks on your skin. Gods, he wants you to use him, ride his tongue and choke him with your pussy.

“H-He..” Your voice cracks, laced in something sinful, nervous from heat and embarrassment already taking over your body. The pause is tense, ringing in Kaveh's ears. "He can.. handle it, he's-" Kaveh cuts you off.

“Why can't I handle it? Wanna make you feel good..” He tries again, breathing warm on your core, aiming kisses on your inner thighs, the subtle swell of your tummy and that pretty patch of skin that leads down to your pussy. Just a little lick, a little kiss and he's sure you'd agree.

“He's just.. hnn.. Stronger than you- Ahn~!” Kaveh stops you again, forcing a startled moan from your lips with a harsh nip to your sensitive inner thigh, followed with a slicing glare from his sharp, crimson eyes. He had no right to be jealous- you were his as much as Ahaitham was, the same for the latter and yourself (and every other way, betrothed to each other equally) and yet, that achy feeling sears down his throat. Alhaitham with his high praise, thick biceps and stupid pretty face- Kaveh was pretty too! Stronger? Kaveh can show you stronger. Show you how he can make you feel good. Show you he can take on and bully your pretty pussy with his tongue. Show you he can take all of you.

It starts with a fat lick of his tongue, a thick stripe up your cunt, right over that puffy untouched clit of yours. His chin tilted up to reach you, breath already hot and laboured, fanning over your core, he nearly growls when your hips make an attempt to snip away from him. He reels you in, grip on your hips a little firmer, landing wet hot smooches and kisses on all your most sensitive bits. That look on your face makes his cock twitch, embarrassed, guilty even, chin wobbling with the shaky breath you manage.

“Ahn~ K-Kaveh m’ sorry-” Apologies be damned, you'd started something, a fire in his gut to prove himself, to lap at you like a dog in heat. Gods, his neck already stung, ached with the strain of chasing you, chasing that pretty, drooly cunt- His fingers tighten, squishing the fat of your thighs under them. He feels your muscles tense and ripple, trying their best to keep you upright against his pull. Gods, he wanted you, wanted more, wanted you to sit, hump at his tongue, let him suckle and spit and make a mess.

“Ka-veh-” You start, heat and arousal dripping from your voice, winded and breathless. You squirm again, fingers threading through his hair, gently tugging him back down to the cushioned pillow below. “Haitham’ will be home soon, we- Ah~ Kavehhh!” You're cut off with a squeal. Knocked hard under your knees by a pair of hands, forced to drop down on Kaveh's face. His eyes roll, arms snaking around your ass and lower back, pinning you to himself with a rough hug. No escape now, you were all his. His gorgeous girl and her pretty drooly cunt.

Archons.. Fuck this was what he needed, what he craved. Squishy pussy smushed up on his lips, his pointed nose digging into your tender clit, tongue already fucking into the soft squeeze of your hole. He forces your hips to rock, guiding them with his hands, fingers squished into the fat of your ass and thighs. Gods, he wanted to cry, sob into your pussy and praise it over and over.

He can't help but crane his own hips, feeling the hot burning tension of his pants, the seam and fly digging into his weeping cock. He moans himself, tongue flicking and fluttering against your cunt, forcing his voice to stutter and staccato. You were no better off, soft mewls and whimpers tumbling from your lips when he mouths hot kisses and hard suckles on your clit, warm and wet and sticky.

The fingers in his hair tighten, tugging on the strands oh so deliciously, coaxing him on and on. To keep tongue fucking your cunt, grinding his nose on your clit, squishing your soft thighs with his fingernails. The weight of you felt right on his face, grounding and stern, forcing him into submission - Even if unintentional.

“Kaveh~ KavehKaveh..” you repeat his name like a mantra, voice raising up and up in octave, choked up and wobbly. Your fingers squeeze again, hips wriggling, thighs twitching with a strain. Your breathing elevates, moans oh so breathy. He could tell you were close, little hole squeezing up on his tongue, thighs squishing his head, pretty voice squealing.

“Cummin- cumming, cummingcumminggg~” Archons you were so cute. Thighs flexing, squishing his face as you let go, selfishly riding his face, grinding your wet cunt all over his tongue. Your pussy pulses with your release, forcing another hearty moan out of Kaveh, kissing and lapping at you to guide you through.

Gods he needed more.

Kaveh gives you no time to cool down, two long, pretty fingers plunging into your quivering hole, poking against the spongey little spot inside of you. You cry, telling him to slow down, “s’ too much!” And yet you keen into him, now gripping the headboard for dear life, moaning into your arms. Kaveh wraps his lips against your sensitive clit, suckling, lapping, spitting all over, taking the little bud in and abusing it. Kaveh rocks his own hips, finding a soft friction against the seam of his trousers, rubbing against his leaky cock head just enough.

Gods, he was in heaven. His girl, his pretty girl and her cute cunt, humping his face and fucking back on his fingers, taking and taking all he had to give. Fuck it was wet, so gushy and sticky, soft, yummy squelches from your twitchy hole, wet smooches and sucks from his lips. His eyes roll under his eyelids, peeking up to see that face of yours, eyes bleary, lips parted with huffed breaths. He fucks his fingers in faster, harder, nearly biting into your clit with his teeth to see all those gorgeous reactions of yours.

“Ka.. Kaveh- can't.. gonna-! Gotta stop or- s’ too much! Anh~ ahh ah~!” You babble and cry, he nearly joins you, breathing laboured on your cunt, hips snapping up into nothing, following that brutal pace he had fucking into your cunt. That's it, that's it, thaaats it. Let him treat you, use him, use his face, fuck and hump on him, let him choke and squirm.

“Kaveh!” Is all the warning he gets from you before you gush - cumming hard with a choked sob, squirting in his mouth, down his chin, making a hot sticky mess all on his face. He humps the air, creaming hard in his pants, nearly untouched, hot ropes being wasted in his trousers. He blubbers, an attempt at praise being muffled away by the sweet rocking of your hips, riding out your orgasm on his tongue. Kaveh feels the tight squeeze of your cunt on his fingers, he gently presses into your cunt, slowly coaxing you down, soft and tender. He kisses your thighs tenderly, peppering his lips all around your lower half, palms rubbing over your bare skin.

You manage to lift yourself off of him a smidge, face beat red, looking anywhere but him. Kaveh can't help but stare, a goofy grin slowly edging itself on his face, eyes full, love hearts dancing in his vision.

“Having fun without me?” A voice calls. Kaveh can just imagine the stern raise of an eyebrow, the annoyed arms crossed over a chest. You squeak, and Kaveh sighs blissfully.

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Hi there >v> you k n o w I have to throw Haitham in I can't not it's illegal - I know cause I wrote the law.

I hope you enjoyedddd~ I haven't written for Kaveh in a while </3 I missed my boy

Thank You For Reading ♡

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chatsukimi · 3 days

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featuring: jujutsusorcerer!nanami, curse!reader, angst, breaking up. synopsis: life is too short to hold yourself back. you force a certain uptight sorcerer to learn the hard way. masterlist

nanami likes to think he has no regrets. he tells the students that he'd never had a lover, not one that lasted very long anyway. he tells anyone who asked that he is too busy in his job to date.

too busy to date a normal person outside his job, he means.

in other words, nanami likes to forget he likes a curse.

you're sitting on his couch, folding his shirts fresh from the laundry. "kento-kun!"

nanami likes to think he turns away. likes to think he goes to the kitchen to prepare his dull blade to kill you, but, recently, he's learnt that he's a liar.

you tiptoe over, examining how he runs his knife under tap water to clean off the curse residue. you had reacted better than he thought you would when you learnt he exorcised curses, probably because you were a mediocre curse yourself, not involved in the grand scheme of things.

you peer curiously over his shoulder. "that's your weapon?"

he lifts it up purposefully close to show you, but instead of shrinking away, your hands attach to its sides, gracing the cloth gently.

"woah..."

he stills. when he begins chopping up the vegetables, you're right by his side, helping him cook with rapid skill.

"careful. don't add too much salt in," he says, an uneasy monotone gracing your ears.

he doesn't look at you.

you pause on the salt, staring at him. "is something wrong?"

a flashback zips through his head, of a dying colleague, of a growing curse. mostly holding himself back, nanami lets out a long exhale. he shakes his head.

"no. i'm alright."

the atmosphere is tense under your scrutiny, probably because, for you, he would taste better than any human dish might. truthfully speaking, you only eat his food out of politesse.

'liar,' you whisper into his ear, glaring at him with an infinite amount of human hurt. "don't lie to me."

you know as well as he does.

nanami likes to think his heart doesn't clench when you reach out to hold his hand, your skin that reminiscent of that terrifying rubber feel he's constantly associated with death. you pause when he flinches away.

"nanami?"

kill them. that's your job, it's what you must do. kill them.

he murmurs lowly, "i think it's time for you to leave."

you take a step back. he doesn't move. you wait for him to chase after you while receding from him, two steps at a time.

nanami likes to think he's a serious man. likes to think he knows what's right for him and others at the most important incidences. but strip away the guise of having it all together and he realises what's most human about him is slipping through between his fingers: you.

watching you, nanami cannot think.

he's stalking towards you towards the exit. you've turned your back on him. his heartbeat tremors.

"wait-"

your voice is empty when you respond- is this what he'll remember you by?

"what, nanami?"

would nanami force you to stay? he's always been selfish in keeping you at his place, treasuring the heartfelt words, midnight slow dances, pretending the outside world didn't exist. the world which draws a distinct line between humans and curses. good and evil. but now, now nanami has to choose.

"don't go." he croaks. pathetic.

you stand there, head lowered. "why? what even am i to you?"

curse or human?

the words taste bitter in his mouth, crawling to the tip of his tongue. speak! kento, what are you doing?! speak! and in the ideal world, he says them, right there, held in your molten gaze. those three words would have you rushing back into his arms, ready to start anew. it would read like a fairy-tale.

he would be happy.

yet earth is a hell that confines him. he cannot force himself to take another step forward. you cannot force yourself to take another step back.

this is what would've always happened.

in a split second decision, you put on your shoes.

"forget me, kento," you breathe. let's pretend this never happened. "i know you hate curses getting stronger."

you cross the threshold of his door. the fantasy dissipates.

when he opens the door again, nanami looks down the corridor of his apartment complex and sees no one.

not even the curse of regret.

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glitterjay · 3 days

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⭒ head (f. receiving), club, mention of alcohol, afab!reader, strangers, suggestive content mdni!

⭒ c's note: i apologize for not continuing lover boy or enemies to lovers, i haven't had the creativity to continue the stories :( take this drabble as my apology

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin @jaylaxies @americanojake

reblogs help me a lot and are very much appreciated!

you frowned when the waiter placed a drink in front of you. to be completely honest, you didnt feel like drinking at all, going to the club to simply keep your mind off your hectic life. when he saw your confused expression, he pointed to a guy sitting a few seats away from you, saying it was on him.

it took the stranger some time to approach you, noticing you hadn’t touched your drink at all. “i don’t blame you,” he spoke, taking the empty chair next to you. “it’s a harsh world. i wouldn’t trust a random drink either.”

you laughed slightly, still playing with the straw that came with the cup. "why bother, then?" "it was worth a shot."

he had introduced himself as heeseung. he said he was there because his friends had dragged him along but had left him alone for some hookups. he was a nice guy and incredibly handsome. the black button-down that he was wearing made his jaw look sharper and also helped the lights to glow on his face.

he caught you staring as you both talked, but he wouldn't admit it. in fact, he liked it when you lost your senses while staring right at his lips and apologizing for not hearing what he was saying. he knew he was handsome.

he had to admit you were quite stunning yourself. the dress you were wearing only added to your beautiful appearance. he was a gentleman about it, sneaking compliments here and there. if you were completely honest, the nice words were boosting your ego.

"say, heeseung, your friends are here to hook up, but i don't see you trying to find someone."

"oh, i did. it's up to her if she want to hook up or not."

and that's how you ended up guiding heeseung and his car to your house. it took him five seconds to have your back against the wall as he stared you down with hungry eyes.

you were fast to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips to yours to close the gap. he tasted like gum mixed with alcohol. your lips, on the other hand, tasted like the watermelon lip gloss you were wearing.

everything got heated in a matter of minutes. you had dragged heeseung to your room, where he invited you to sit on his face. he was pretty straight forward, which made you blush furiously, but it made him giggle.

"put all your weight down."

"what if i suffocate you?"

heeseung grabbed your thighs and pushed them down, forcing you to sit directly on his face. one of your hands went directly to the headboard of your bed for support as the other pulled on heeseung's hair.

he was experienced, tongue moving deliciously around every corner of your core, tasting all of you. his strong arms rocked your hips back and forth, making your clit hit his nose. you were in heaven.

the way he was licking your folds had you seeing stars already, but the way he was moving was quite familiar. You realized every lick was tracing something, like a letter.

H E E S E U N G, he spelled.

it drove you crazy thinking how he was somehow marking his name on you. you rocked your hips faster along his face, feeling the knot on your stomach tighten. heeseung noticed you were close by the way your walls clenched around his tongue fucking you.

his right hand reached your clit, rubbing fast circles. your thighs closed on his head, almost suffocating him. you tried to get up, but his arms were holding you still. you started to doubt if heeseung was even breathing at this point.

every thought was long gone when you reached your orgasm, letting your juices free all over his face. it was then when heeseung loosened his grip on your thighs and you were able to get off him, plopping right next to his body.

"already tired? baby, im not even done yet."

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rainbowhao · 3 days

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desperate ♡ soobin

genre: smut ⭒ word count: 0.7k

soobin, the dumb but cute classmate so painfully desperate for you. he’ll stare at you in the halls—mouth gaping as you walk by—only to get teased about it by his friends after. will (not so) secretly follow you around campus or go to the library just to watch you read. but what he doesn’t know is you’re fully aware of his crush—that you’re just as intrigued by him as he is you.

so one day you corner him in an empty classroom. you’re practically grinning from the way he stutters and blushes beneath you. your fingers grip his oversized button up, his bag somewhere on the floor. his bow-shaped lips are parted and you can feel their warm breath.

“do you like me, soobin?”

he gulps.

“i heard you and your friends whispering about me,” you say. “is all that true?”

soobin silently curses beomgyu and his big mouth.

his voice nearly breaks. “it—it was just a joke.”

“oh? so you don't want to fuck me?” you say the lewd comment so casually. meanwhile, the boy's ears are already turning pink at the thought.

“no.” soobin’s head shakes at an alarmingly-fast rate. “no, that’s—” he nervously chuckles. how’s he supposed to get out of this one?

“cause it's fine if you do.” you smooth out the wrinkled shirt. “it's not like you’re the first.”

the feeling of your palms brushing his abdomen have his throat closing; the collar’s unbuttoned but he still feels like he's suffocating. great. now he's getting turned on at the most inconvenient time possible.

“are you enjoying this?” you ask. he’s about to ask what you mean before your gaze lowers.

it's almost comedic the way his eyes zero in on the bulge in his pants. soobin’s jaw nearly drops at the sight. and while he's busy panicking you're looking at him with an amused expression.

he can't face you. not til you grasp his chin, gently tilting his head upward. his brown eyes are wide and watery, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“can I help you?”

nothing could have prepared him for when you unbutton his pants, delicate hands wrapping around his cock while whispering how cute he is. his cheeks puff as he holds his breath because it feels insanely good and he’s scared he’ll cum too soon and look even more pathetic.

soobin’s long legs tremble, body jolting when you squeeze him a little. his groans are low and the vibrations tickle your lips as you suck on his neck. you pump him tightly, loving how he whines and bucks his hips. he’s trying his best to hold it—even starts murmuring little pleas and warnings when he gets close—which is why you go even faster.

“wanna feel you cum.”

hearing your voice is all it takes for him to spill into your hand.

soobin who practically sprints home that same day, clumsy fingers typing away on his laptop.

does giving someone a handjob mean you like them?

how to give head

is it bad to seem desperate?

you invite him over soon after under the guise of helping you study. he shows up in a t-shirt and sweats with a handful of textbooks, too clueless to pick up on your ulterior motives.

“are you—are you paying attention?” soobin asks politely, blinking at you expectantly when he notices your dazed expression. he’d just finished explaining the math problem you’d asked him about.

you’re tracing your bottom lip with your pen. “it’s kind of hard to when you keep doing that.”

he frowns. “doing what?”

“everything.”

his casual attire, slender fingers flipping to the next page, those plump lips just inches away—it’s all too much; there’s only so long you can play along for.

“wanna eat me out or something?”

you’re dripping, slick coating his face. his tongue licks at your folds, one hand gripping your waist and the other unconsciously palming at his growing hard on. his long limbs are spread out across your bed, books pushed to the side. his eyes are closed, tiny whines escaping his lips from the little relief his hand brings.

the words slip out before soobin can stop himself. “fuck, you’re so wet,” he’s babbling.

and when you finally have sex with him, he’s so dopey and smiley. lets you do whatever you want with him and is so eager to please you. definitely can’t stop himself from coming inside, repeatedly apologizing as he fills you up.

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smoke you out.

pairing: plug!johnny x reader wc: 7.4k

content warning: 18+, breasts play, drug use/weed, shotgunning, unprotected sex, riding, dry humping, slight choking, multiple reader orgasms, strong language, alcohol use, semi-public, blow/hand jobs, mdni. — (slow burn, angst, friends to lovers)

a/n: this has not been proofread yet. bonus chapter coming your way at the end! *wink*

johnny leaned against the chipped brick wall of his run-down apartment building, the cool night air biting at his skin. the city lights flickered in the distance, casting a dim glow over the shadowed alleyways and the hustle of the nocturnal world.

he took a long drag from his cigarette, the ember burning bright against the dark. with every exhale, he felt the weight of his guilt pressing down on his chest, as heavy as the smoke swirling around him.

he hadn't meant for it to go this far. when he first met you, you were a beacon of light in his otherwise grim existence. your laughter was contagious, your smile bright enough to chase away his darkest thoughts. but now, as he stared at the cigarette in his hand, he couldn't help but think of how far you'd fallen since your breakup. your ex-boyfriend's betrayal had shattered you, leaving you vulnerable and lost.

johnny had been there for you. a constant presence through the sleepless nights and tearful confessions. he'd offered you comfort, a listening ear, and unfortunately, a taste of the world he was all too familiar with. weed.

weed had been his escape, his way of dulling the edges of a harsh reality. when you had shown interest, he hadn't thought twice. it was just a joint, just a way to take the edge off. but now, seeing the toll it was taking on you, he knew he'd made a grave mistake.

he remembered the first time you took a hit, the way your eyes softened and your shoulders relaxed. for a moment, you seemed almost at peace. it was a fleeting relief, but it had been enough to convince you to come back for more. and more. each time, johnny saw a bit of your spark dim. the vibrant person who once breathed life into his dull days was now a shadow of yourself, and he knew it was his fault.

he tossed the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot with a sense of finality. he couldn't keep doing this to you, couldn't let you spiral further down because of his poor choices. johnny resolved to pull you out of this mess, to help you find your way back to the person you used to be. but the fear gnawed at him — what if it was too late? what if the damage was already done?

as he walked back to his apartment, the familiar creak of the stairs echoing in the silence, johnny made a silent promise to himself. he would be the friend you needed, not the enabler he'd become. he would help you heal, even if it meant facing his own demons. because you deserved better, and he owned you that much.

inside, the faint scent of weed clung to the air, a constant reminder of the path you'd taken. he glanced at the small bag on his table, the remnants of your shared sessions, and felt a pang of regret. he couldn't change the past, but he could fight for a better future — for both of you. and that fight started now.

“y/n,” johnny said softly, trying to gauge your state. “we need to get out of here.”

you turned your head slowly to face him, a lazy smile spreading across your lips. “heyyy, johnnyyy,” you slurred, your words dragging. “you wanna join me? the world's so much better like this.”

he sighed, pulling you up gently from the couch. “no, princess. we need some fresh air. come on, let's go for a walk.”

you frowned, the suggestion confusing through the fog of your high. “a walk? now? why?”

“trust me,” he said, helping you to your feet. “it'll be good for both of us.”

reluctantly, you let him lead you out of the apartment and into the cool night air. the city lights flickered around you, casting an almost surreal glow on the empty streets. johnny walked beside you, his hand steadying you as you wobbled slightly.

“where are we going?” you asked, your curiosity piques despite your daze state.

“just a little errand,” he replied. “i need to drop off some stuff to a friend.”

you stopped walking and looked at him with a mix of confusion and amusement. “you're taking me on a drug run?”

johnny chuckled, though his eyes held seriousness that belied his tone. “i figured it'd be a good way to keep you moving, keep you distracted. plus, it's not far.”

you shrugged, too high to argue, and continued walking beside him. the streets were quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of traffic and occasional siren. johnny guided you through a series of alleyways until you reached a rundown building.

he knocked on the door, and a moment later, it opened to reveal a disheveled man with a wide look on his eyes. “johnny, my maaaan!” the man greeted, his gaze flicking to you. “who's your friend?”

“just a friend,” johnny replied, keeping it vague. he handed over a small bag of weed, and the man grinned, nodding in satisfaction.

“thanks, dude. appreciate it,” the man said before dissapearing back inside.

johnny turned back to you, a look of concern on his face. “let's keep walking,” he suggested, steering you away from the building.

as you walked, the fresh air began to clear your head slightly, and you found yourself more aware of your surroundings. “you really think this is helping?” you asked, your voice softer now.

“i do,” johnny replied, his tone earnest. “it's better than staying cooped up in that apartment, letting the weed take over.”

you spotted a neon sign flickering in the distance, casting an inviting glow onto the sidewalk. “how about we stop by that bar?” you suggested, pointing to the establishment.

johnny hesistated, a flicker of concern crossing his features. “i don't know, princess. maybe it'a not the best idea right now.”

you frowned, feeling a bit of annoyance bubbling up. “come on, johnny, loosen up a bit. it'll be fun!”

he sighed, knowing he couldn't win this argument. “alright, but just for a little while. and no heavy drinking, okay?”

you grinned, already imagining the night ahead. “deal!”

entering the bar, you took a seat on one of the empty tools, the dim lighting and low hum of conversation creating a cozy atmosphere. “i'll have my usual,” you said, turning to johnny.

but before you could finish your order, johnny interjected, a hint of firmness in his voice. “actually, she'll have a sparkling water with a splash of lime,” he told the bartender, meeting your gaze with a subtle warning.

you opened your mouth to protest, but the look on johnny's eyes stopped you in your tracks. reluctantly, you nodded, realising he was only trying to look out for you.

as the bartender prepared your drink, you couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and frustration toward johnny. deep down, you knew he was right, but a part of you still longed for the temporary escape that alcohol provided.

“i'll have a whiskey on the rocks,” johnny said, his voice steady and calm. the bartender nodded and quickly went to work.

you couldn't help but feel a pang of attraction stir within you. there was something undeniably magnetic about johnny in that moment, something that made your heart race and your thoughts wander to places they shouldn't.

you watched as johnny took a seat beside you, his loose white collared shirt unbuttoned at least three buttons, revealling a glimpse of his toned chest. the fabric clung to his form in all the right places, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean muscles beneath. his dark hair was tousled just so, giving him an effortlessly rugged look, while the hint of stubble along his jawline added to his rugged charm.

as you stared at him, lost in your thoughts, johnny suddenly locked eyes with you. his stern gaze pierced through the haze of your high, making your heart skip a beat. there was an intensity in his eyes, and that made it impossible to look away.

“how have you been holding up, sweet thing?” johnny asked, his voice softening slightly, though the stern look remained.

you blinked, momentarily disoriented by the question. the weed still clouded your mind, making it hard to focus. “i've been . . . fine, i guess,” you muttered, though the world felt distant, as if they belonged to someone else.

johnny's brow furrowed, his eyes searching yours for any hint of the truth. “you don't have to pretend with me, you know. i'm here for you.”

you let out a shaky laugh, the sound tinged with bitterness. “it's just . . . everything's a mess, john. i feel like i'm drowning and i can't find a way out.”

his hand reached out to cover yours, a warm, reassuring presence in the midst of your turmoil. “you don't have to go through this alone. i'm right here, and i'm not going anywhere.”

his words washed over you, soothing and comforting, but your mind couldn't fully register them. instead, you found yourself getting lost in the details of his face — the way his eyes softened as he spoke, the curve of his lips, the strong lines of his jaw. your gaze drifted down to his lips, and you wondered what it would feel like to close the distance between you, to taste the warmth and comfort he offered.

johnny's voice continued, a steady murmur that you heard but couldn't fully grasp. you were too distracted by the way his shirt revealed just enough of his chest to set your imagination ablaze. the play of light and shadow on his skin, the way his muscles moved beneath the fabric — it was almost too much to bear.

“y/n,” johnny said, his voice gentle but firm, pulling you back from the brink of your thoughts. “talk to me. what are you feeling right now?”

you shook your head, trying to clear the fog that had settled over your mind. “i . . . don't know. i just feel . . . lost.”

he squeezed your hand, his touch grounding you in the moment. “it's okay to feel that way. just know that i'm here.”

you nodded, though the words still felt distant. your eyes lingered on johnny's face, unable to shake the feeling that he was the anchor you so desperately needed.

you shook your head, trying to shake off the sadness that had taken hold. desperate to lighten the mood, you forced a smile and said, “i chose this path. i don't need anyone's pity, especially not yours.”

johnny raised an eyebrow, a mischievious glint in his eyes. “pity? princess, if i pitied you, i'd have bought you a blanket and a stuffed animal, not a sparkling water and a night out.”

you couldn't help but laugh, the tension easing slightly. “oh? and what makes you think i wouldn't appreciate a stuffed animal right now?”

johnny chuckled, his expression softening. “well, i know you better than that. you'd probably throw it at my head the minute you felt even the slightlest bit patronized.”

your laughter bubbled up again, genuine this time. “you know me too well, john.”

the banter continued, the easy rythm of your conversation helping to lift your spirits. “but seriously, what's with the whiskey? you're not exactly a whickey guy.”

johnny shrugged, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “maybe i'm expanding my horizons. or maybe i just wanted to look cool in front of you.”

you rolled your eyes, but the playful glint in johnny's eyes made it clear he was only half-joking. “sure, johnny. because nothing says 'cool' like a guy trying to impress his high-as-a-kite best friend.”

he laughed, the sound warm and infectious. “hey, i take my chances where i can get them.”

you shook your head, still smiling, and took a sip of your sparkling water. the lightness in your chest was a welcome change from the heaviness you'd felt earlier.

but just as you started to relax, the moment shattered the spell. johnny's expression suddenly shifted. his gaze had hardened, his jaw clenching as his eyes fixed on something — or someone — across the room. you followed his line of sight and felt your heart plummet when you saw your ex, laughing and flirting with a group of women.

johnny's mood darkened in an instant, the warmth and humor vanishing from his face. his eyes burned with a fierce protectiveness, his posture tense and ready for a confrontation.

“johnny, don't” you whispered, recognising the look in his eyes.

he didn't respond, his gaze still locked on your ex. the intensity in his eyes was almost palpable, a silent promise of retribution for the pain you'd endured.

“johnny, please,” you pleaded, your voice trembling. “it's not worth it.”

his jaw worked silently for a moment before he finally turned to you, the anger still simmering just below the surface. “he doesn't get to hurt you and walk away like nothing happened,” johnny said, his voice low and dangerous.

you reached out, placing a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him. “johnny, he's not worth it. let's just . . . let's just leave.”

he looked at you, the conflict evident in his eyes. for a moment, you thought he might actually listen, but then his gaze shifted back to your ex, and the resolve in his exoression hardened.

“stay here,” johnny said, his voice clipped and tense. “i'll be right back”

before you could protest, he pushed himself off the stool and started across the room, his movement purposeful and determined. you watched helplessly as he strode purposefully, his every movement brimming with barely contained fury. the bar's dim lighting cast long shadows that seemed to strech and twist around him, as if echoing the dark storm brewing within.

johnny reached your ex, and without a moment's hesitation, he swung his fist, connecting solidly with your ex's jaw. the impact echoed through the bar like a thunderclap, drawing the attention of everyone around. johnny's voice was a low growl, filled with venom. “you think you can treat her like that and walk away unscathed?”

your ex staggered but didn't fight back. instead, he sneered, wiping the blood from his split lip. “you're wasting your time, man. she wasn't even good in bed. she sucked.”

johnny's eyes blazed with a fury that seemed almost otherworldly, the kind of rage that could set the world on fire. “you piece of shit,” he spat, his voice trembling with wrath. he swung again, this time landing a punch suarely on your ex's nose, a sickening crunch accompanying the blow.

your ex reeled, blood streaming down his face, but he continued to taunt johnny, his words like poisoned darts. “you really think she's worth all this trouble? she's pathetic. always will be.”

johnny's vision seemed to blur with rage, his normally composed demeanor shattered. he grabbed your ex by the collar, lifting him slightly off the ground, his voice a feral snarl. “don't you dare talk about her like that,” he hissed. “you don't deserve to say her name.”

with each word, johnny's fists came down like hammer blows, each punch fueled by the pain and anger he'd seen you andure. the crowd around them watched in stunned silence, the air thick with tension and the smell of spilled whiskey and blood.

your ex's taunts turned to whimpers, but johnny didn't stop. he was a force of nature, a tempest that couldn't be calmed until justice was served. “you have no idea what she's worth. she's stronger than you'll ever be, you coward.”

finally, two bouncers intervened, pulling johnny off your ex with considerable effort. johnny's chest heaved. his fists still clenched, knuckles bloodied. he glared down at your ex, who lay on the ground, a pitiful mess of blood and bruises.

“you ever come near her again, and i'll make sure you regret it,” johnny warned, his voice deadly calm now, the storm within him finally beginning to subside.

as the bouncers dragged your ex away, johnny turned back towards you. his eyes softened slightly as they met yours, but the fire of his anger still smoldered beneath the surface. he took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and made his way back to you, each step heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

“are you okay, princess?” he asked, his voice gentle despite the lingering tension.

you nodded, though your heart was still racing. “john . . . you didn't have to do that”

he shook his head, his expression firm. “yes, i did. no one talks about you like that and gets away with it.”

in that moment, you realized just how fiercely johnny cared about you, and despite the chaos and the violence, a sense of gratitude and warmth spread through you. you reached out, taking his hand in yours, and squeezed it gently. “thank you, johnny.”

he squeezed back, his eyes filled with a mixture of protectiveness and something deeper, something you couldn't quite name but felt to your core. “always, princess. always.”

his grip firm yet gentle, and guided you out of the bar, his eyes scanning your face. “let's get you home,” he said. “you need to rest.”

the cool night air hit you like a wave, a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. you shivered slightly, more from the lingering adrenaline than the cold, and johnny, always prepared, had his jacket in hand immediately draped it over your shoulders.

the streets were quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of the city replaced by a peaceful stillness. the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow on the pavement. johnny's apartment wasn't far, but the walk felt endless, the silence between you both heavy with unspoken words.

as you walked, the memory of your ex's cruel words gnawed at you. you tried to shake them off, but they clung to your mind like stubborn shadows. finally, you couldn't hold it in any longer. “johnny,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “what he said . . . it's true.”

johnny stopped, turning to face you. his eyes searched yours, filled with concern. “what are you talking about, princess?”

you took a deep breath, the cold air stinging your lungs. “what he said about me . . . in bed. it's true. i never once made him . . . you know. i couldn't. maybe he was right. maybe i am just . . . pathethic.”

johnny's expression darkened, but this time it wasn't anger directed at your ex; it was frustration and disbelief directed at your self-doubt. “hey, stop that,” he said firmly. “you are not pathethic. not even close.”

you looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “but it's true, johnny. i tried, i really did, but it was never enough. i just felt like i couldn't give him what he wanted.”

johnny's hands gently cupped your face, lifting is so you had no choice but to look into his eyes. “listen to me, y/n. that asshole didn't deserve you. he didn't appreciate you, and that's his failure, not yours. you are incredible, and anyone who can't see that is a fool.”

his words wrapped around you like a protective shield, but the self-doubt still lingered. “but what if it wasn't just him? what if i'm really . . .”

johnny cut you off, his voice more intense than you'd ever heard it. “you are not broken. you are amazing just as you are. don't let his words poison your mind.”

the sincerity in his voice, the unwavering belief in his eyes, made your heart ache with a mixture of relief and longing. “but john, what if —”

he interrupted again, this time with a softness that melted your defenses. “angel, you are beautiful, and anyone would be lucky to have you. your ex was a blind idiot, and i won't let his lies hurt you anymore.”

tears welled up in your eyes, but they were a mix of sadnedd and gratitude. you stepped closer, resting your forehead against his chest, feeling steady beat of his heart. “thank you, again, johnny,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. in that moment, johnny felt a surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. your vulnerability, the raw honesty of your pain, made him want to protect you even more fiercely. his heart pounded in his chest, each beat a testament to the deep feelings he harbored for you. he hoped you didn't notice, but the way you fit so perfectly against him made it impossible to ignore the racing of his heart.

as you clung to him, johnny's mind raced with doubts. what if he wasn't good enough for you? he was a tattooed, small-time dealer, a guy who couldn't even get his own life together. how could he hope to protect you when he often struggled to protect himself? he wanted to be the anchor you needed, but his insecurities gnawed at him, whispering that he was nothing more than a flawed, helpless man.

but despite his doubts, there was an undeniable pull, a magnetic connection between you that he couldn't resist. he looked down at you, your face buried in his chest, and felt a fierce determination welling up inside him. you deserved someone who could show you just how incredible you truly were, and he wanted to be that person.

“princess,” he murmured, his voice soft yet urgent. “let me show you something.”

you pulled back slightly, llooking up at him with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. he took your hand, leading you the rest of the way to his apartment. the journey passed in a blur, both of you lost in your thoughts and the unspoken promise hanging in the air.

as soon as you stepped inside, johnny's demeanor shifted. he closed the door behid you, and before you could say anything, he slammed you gently against it. his hands framed your face, and he captured your lips in a kiss that was rough yet undeniably passionate. it was a kiss that spoke of pent-up desire, frustration, and a longing to show you just how much you meant to him.

the intensity of the kiss left you breathless, your hands clutching against yours with a desperate hunger, his tongue exploring your mouth as if trying to convey all the words he couldn't say. he pulled back for a moment, his breath ragged, eyes dark with emotion.

his hands roamed your body, each touch igniting a fire within you. he kissed you again, deeper this time, as if trying to erase every doubt and fear you'd ever had. his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses, and you arched into him, losy in the overwhelming sensations.

johnny's hands found the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head in one swift motion. he pressed his body against yours, his warmth enveloping you as he continued to kiss and caress every inch of your skin. each touch, each kiss, was a silent vow to show you just how cherished you were.

“johnny,” you gasped, your voice trembling with a mix of need and emotion.

he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “i want to show you,” he said, his voice a raw whisper. “i want to show you how much you mean to me, how incredible you are. let me prove to you that you deserve to be loved, to be cherished.”

johnny guided you to the couch. he sat down, pulling you onto his lap so you straddled him, your legs resting on either side of his hips. you could feel the heat of his body seeping through his clothes. his hands settled comfortably on your lower back, holding you close as he kissed you deeply, his lips moving against yours with an urgent, insistent rhythm.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as you pressed your body against his. johnny's hands roamed up and down your back, exploring the curves and contours of your body. each touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing second.

as the intensity of your make-out session built, johnny reaches for a joint resting on the table beside the couch. with practiced ease, he pulled a lighter from his pocket, breaking the kiss momentarily to light up the joint. he took a long drag, his eyes locked on yours, the flickering flame casting shadows across his face.

gently pulling you away, he exhaled slowly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “ever heard of shotgunning?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

you shook your head, curiosity piqued. “no, what's that?”

johnny grinned, taking another drag from the joint. “it's when you inhale the smoke and then pass it directly to someone else through a kiss.”

your heart raced at the thought, a mix of excitement and anticipation. “show me,” you whispered.

johnny leaned in, his eyes dark with desire. he took another deep drag, filling his lungs with the thick, fragrant smoke. then, he pulled you close, his lips just a breath away from yours. as he exhaled, he captured your lips in a deep, lingering kiss, the smoke flowing from his mouth to yours. the sensation was intoxicating, the smoke mingling with the taste of his lips, creating a heady mix that made your head spin.

you inhaled deeply, feeling the warmth of the smoke fill your lungs. when you finally pulled back, you exhaled slowly, the smoke curling up between you. johnny watched you with a satisfied smirk, his hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you even closer.

“how was that?” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

you smiled, your voice breathless. “amazing.”

johnny took another hit, repeating the process, each kiss deeper and more intoxicating than the last. his hands roamed your body, caressing your back, your sides, and finally settling on your bottom, squeezing gently. the sensations were overwhelming, each touch sending waves of pleasure through you.

as you continued to make out, you felt johnny's erection growing, his body responding to your closeness. you rocked your hips against him, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. janda never leaving your body.

“i need you,” he whispered against your skin, voice rough with need. “i need to show you how much you mean to me— need you inside of me.”

you responded by kissing him harder, your hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. “then show me,” you murmured, your voice filled with longing.

in that moment, nothing else matterered. you were exactly where you needed to be, in the arms of the one person who saw you for who you truly were and loved you all the more for it.

johnny's eyes never leaves yours as he flipped you onto your back, his body pressing down against yours on the couch. he kissed you deeply, the joint lay forgotten on the table, its ember slowly fading, as you and johnny lost yourselves in each other.

his fingers found the edge of your bra, pausing as he let his gaze linger on the delicate lace. he leaned down, placing a kiss just above your navel, his lips sending shivers through your body. his eyes, dark and intense, met yours as he continued to trail kisses upward. when he finally reached the curve of your breasts, he paused, his fingers tracing the soft, delicate skin with reverence.

he looked up at you through his lashes, his doe eyes silently asking for permission to proceed. the vulnerability in his expression, the raw need and adoration, made your heart ache and your breath catch in your throat.

“please, baby,” johnny whispered. “i need to touch you–”

your response was a soft, breathy moan, a sound that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room. hearing it, johnny felt a rush stronger than any high. he needed to hear it again, to know he was the reason for your pleasure.

he cupped them, brushing his thumbs over your nipples, drawing another moan from your lips. each sound you made fuelled his desire, deepening his determination to be the source of your ecstasy.

“you're so beautiful, angel,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “i want to make you feel good. i want to be the reason you moan.”

your hands then roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. you tugged at the fabric, wanting to feel his skin against yours. johnny obliged, quickly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and shrugging it off, leaving his toned chest exposed.

johnny's hands slid down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. you could feel his heart pounding against your chest, each beat matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

with no space left between you, johnny's hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place, the only barrier being the fabric of your clothes. his hands moved your hips upwards, pressing them against his, then slowly sliding them back down, creating delicious friction. he repeated the motion, each upward and downward glide sending shivers through you, the pace agonizingly slow and teasing.

johnny pressed his hardened length against your clothed core, trying to stave off his release. he didn't want to lose control too soon and look like a fool. the pressure against you both provided a momentary relief but also intensified his need.

you whined, your voice thick with frustration and longing, “why’d you stop? i need more, i need all of you.”

hearing your plea, johnny's resolve crumbled. “i can't deny you, princess,” he murmured.

he resumed his movements, this time quickening his pace. his hips moved with a desperate urgency, grinding against you with renewed intensity. each thrust created an electrifying friction, the fabric of your clothes heightening the sensation. his groans were deep and guttural, mingling with your breathless moans, filling the room with the sounds of your shared desire.

johnny's hand moved to the arm of the couch above your head, gripping it for support as he increased his pace. “god, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice a mix of restraint and need. his other hand held your hips firmly, anchoring you in place as he rocked against you. the pleasure built between you, each thrust sending electric waves through your body.

“johnny,” you gasped, your voice trembling with need. “i— i need more.”

his eyes darkened with lust as he looked at you, his breathing ragged. “you'll get all of me,” he promised, his voice husky. he quickened his movements, his hips driving against you with a fervent rhythm. the sensation was overwhelming, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

your moans grew louder, each one a testament to the intensity of your pleasure. johnny's name fell from your lips like a prayer, each syllable a plea for more. his groans echoed in response, the sound of his pleasure mingling with yours in a symphony of desire.

as johnny continued to drive his hips against you, his grip tightened, his need to hold on as strong as his need to please you. “you're fucking amazing, princess,” he murmured between ragged breaths. “so so perfect.”

“i'm coming,” you gasped, your voice thick with need. “i want to cum with you, johnny. ngh shit—”

your hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. johnny's movements became more urgent, his hips driving against you with desperate rhythm.

“yes,” he groaned, “cum with me, baby.”

the intensity of his words pushed you over the edge, your climax crashing over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. you cried out his name, your body trembling with the force of your release. johnny followed soon after, his own pleasure washing over him as he buried his face in your neck, his groans muffled against your skin.

as you still struggled to catch your breath, johnny sat up to admire his handiwork. his eyes locked onto a patch of your essence on your sweatpants, and in an instant, he was hard again, muttering a curse under his breath, “fuck.”

with swift movements, he pulled your sweats off along with your panties.

you whimpered softly, still sensitive from your climax, but johnny seemed oblivious as his gaze lingered on your exposed area. his hands moved instinctively, spreading your legs wider as if they weren't already open enough for him.

a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “looks like you're still ready for more, huh?”

the unexpected of his words made you blush, and you instinctively tried to close your legs, feeling self conscious. “johnny, i'm still sensitive,” you protested softly, tinged with embarrassment.

but johnny resisted, spreading them open again. “don't be shy, princess,” he murmured, “it's his loss for not appreciating you enough. clearly he's missing out.”

as his words sank in, your eyes welled up with tears. not tears of sadness from the past, but tears of happiness for the present. it was as if a veil had been lifted from your eyes, revealing the person who had cared for you all along, right in front of you.

johnny noticed the tear that slipped down your cheek, and his expression softened with concern. “did i say something wrong?” he asked.

you shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips despite the tears. “no, johnny, it's not that,” you reassured him. “it's just . . . i'm realising things, that's all.”

his hand reached up to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle and reassuring. “what are you realising, princess?” he asked softly.

you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. “i'm realising that i've been blind,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “blind to the person who's been here for me all along. blind to the love that's been right in front of me.”

johnny's eyes searched yours, a mixture of understanding and compassion shining in their depths. “you're not blind, angel,” he said gently. “sometimes we just need a little help opening our eyes to what's been there all along.”

his words washed over you like a warm embrace, filling you with a sense of comfort. and as you looked into his eyes, you knew that you were seeing him, truly seeing him, for the first time.

“can i fuck you now?” his words were blunt, cutting through the tension with a boldness that took you by surprise.

you couldn't help but crack up at his audacity. here you were, lost in a moment of vulnerability, and johnny was asking such a direct question. “you can't just say that when i'm spread open in front of you,” you retorted, unable to contain your laughter.

but instead of backing down, johnny's grin only widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “why not?” he countered, his voice dripping with desire. “you're here, looking beautiful, and i want you. i've been craving you for so long.”

you went silent, feeling suddenly shy again under his intense gaze. johnny noticed the shift in your demeanour and scoffed. “exactly,” he murmured before leaning in until he hovered above your core. with a hunger that matched the intensity of his gaze, he lowered his mouth to taste your essence, peppering it with kisses that sent shivers down your spine.

after tasting you, johnny had had enough of foreplay. “enough foreplay,” he growled. standing up from the couch, he swiftly pulled down his pants, revealing his angry, aching length. with a firm grip, he brought his hand to the tip, twisting it slightly, eliciting a groan of pleasure as he tilted his head back in ecstasy.

“i'm gonna fuck you raw, princess.”

you didn't mind one bit. in your head, all you wanted was johnny to be inside of you. with a pleading voice, you whispered, “please, fuck me already.”

johnny smirked at your desperate plea, the sound of your words echoing through his mind like a long-awaited dream come true. it had always been his dream to hear you as desperate for him as he was for you. he had pictured it clearly before, imagining every detail of what he wanted to do to your body. but those dreams had remained just that — dreams — especially when he found out you were dating another guy, leaving his desires unfulfilled and hanging in the balance.

hovering over you, johnny placed a sincere kiss on your warm lips. then, with a smooth, practiced motion, he shifted you so that you were straddling him, your legs on either side of his hips. you could feel the hard length of him pressing against your entrance, and the anticipation made your heart race.

as johnny slowly entered you, you both let out a string of moans, the feeling overwhelming. he filled you inch by inch, his girth stretching you in the most exsquisite way. the feeling of him inside of you was intense, every nerve ending coming alive with pleasure. johnny's eyes darkened as he saw your expression, his own pleasure evident in the way his breath hitched.

“fuck, baby, so goo— agh,” johnny groaned, hands gripping your hips as he guided you down onto him fully. the heat and tightness around him was almost too much to bear, and he fought to keep control. “so tight, so perfect.”

you could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched and filled you completely. the friction was something out of this world, a mix of pleasure and a slight edge of pain that made it all the more intoxicating. your walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper, and you threw your head back with a moan.

“ah—oh s—shit, john,” you gasped, your hands resting on his shoulders for support. “too big.”

his lips found you neck, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses as he murmured, “keep going, baby. don't stop.”

you rode him harder, johnny's lips did wonders on your skin, marking you with small bites and kisses. he sucked on the skin of your collarbone, leaving a dark mark that would serve as a reminder of this night. once he was satisfied with his work, he leaned back against the couch, his hands roaming to your breasts, squeezing and teasing your nipples until they hardened under his touch. he watched with dark hungry eyes as you moved on top of him.

unable to resist, johnny leaned forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. his lips latched onto your breast once again with a fervor that made you moan, his teeth grazing the delicate skin before sucking hard. he treated your breast like his favorite toy, alternating between gentle licks and rough, possessive bites that sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

his saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, evidence of his unrestrained hunger for you. he moved to your other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his hands kneading your flesh as if he couldn't get enough. his moans vibrated against your skin, adding another layer of sensation to your already overwhelmed body.

your rhythm was steady, but as his mouth worked on your breasts, you found it hard to maintain. the dual sensation of his cock inside you and his mouth over your breasts made your movements erratic, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

johnny's eyes were half-lidded, his eyes locked onto you as he devoured your breasts. the sight of you losing yourself to the pleasure he was giving made his arousal skyrocket. his hands gripped your hips, helping you move up and down his length with even more force, hitting deeper and harder.

“you're mine now,” he groaned around your nipple, voice muffled. you could feel yourself spiraling, the pleasure building to a fever pitch.

his words made you clenched involuntarily around him, causing johnny to moan deeply, his head falling back in pleasure.

“don't fucking do that again,” he warned, “or i'll cum right now.”

you clenched around him once more, reveling in the way his body responded to you. “i’m so close,” you gasped.

he looked up at you, his mouth releasing your breast with a pop, saliva trailing down his chin. his eyes were wild with lust as he drove you both towards release.

“me too, princess,” he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “cum for me. i want to feel you.”

with his words spurring you on, you moved faster, your bodies colliding in a symphony of moans and gasps. the pleasure became too much, and with a final, shattering thrust, you tumbled over the edge, the intensity of your orgasms leaving you breathless and trembling in each other's arms.

as you lay there, still panting, you realised something. “wait, johnny, you didn't cum yet—” you began, but your words were cut off as johnny suddenly lifted you off him. the feeling of emptiness made both of you hiss.

before you could say anything more, johnny kissed you deeply. “wanna cum in your mouth, baby, please,” he said against your lips.

you felt a fresh wave of arousal at his words, your body responding instinctively. the taste of him, the feel of his strong arms holding you close, and the need in his eyes — all of it made you want to give him everything he asked for.

johnny's grip on you was form but gentle as he guided you down to your knees. you looked up at him, and it made you feel powerful, knowing you could bring him to the edge just as he had done for you.

with trembling hands, you reached for his throbbing length, your fingers wrapping around the base as you leaned in. johnny's breath hitched, his eyes locked on yours as you took him in your mouth. the taste of him, salty and musky, was intoxicating, and you sucked eagerly, wanting to give him the release he craved.

as you worked your mouth on him, johnny quickly retrieved a joint from the table next to the couch. this had always been his dream — letting you suck him off while he got high on cloud nine. he lit the joint with a flick of his lighter, taking a deep drag. the combination of your mouth on him and the weed entering his system created an intense, euphoric sensation that he had only fantasized about.

they said that having sex while high added another unexplainable layer of pleasure, a feeling of pure euphoria, and tonight he was living that dream.

“oh, y/n, fuck,” he moaned, smoke curling from his lips as he spoke. “you don’t know how many times i’ve imagined this.”

johnny's hands tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed your head. “shit, baby, just like that, ahh–” he groaned. “you're so good at this.”

the reality was even better than his dreams. the sight of you, your lips wrapped around him, was something he knew he would remember forever. tonight marked a turning point, a moment when he could confidently call you his. no more quiet, lonely nights spent imagining your touch; now, he could have you whenever he wanted.

you could feel the tension building in his body, his hips bucking slightly as he neared his climax. the sounds he made, the way he looked at you with such a raw need, spurred you on, making you suck harder, taking him in.

“baby, ngh– i'm gonna cum,” he warned. you didn't stop, your eyes closing as you focused on pleasuring him, giving him exactly what he needed.

his hand found the back of your head, “think you can swallow all of it, princess?” he asked. and you nodded.

with a final, guttural moan, johnny came, his release filling your mouth. you swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he shuddered above you.

johnny pulled you up into his arms, hugging you tight. the stickiness of sweat clung to your bodies, but right now, it didn’t seem to matter. you were wrapped up in each other, and that was all that counted.

“you did a good job, princess,” he murmured, “you’re more than good at this.”

you giggled, feeling pride. taking the joint from his hand, you brought it to your lips and took a hit, the smoke filling your lungs before you blew it out in a smooth exhale.

“god, you look sexy doing that,” he said. “i could get used to this view every night.” he watched as you took another hit, the sight making his arousal for you flare up all over again.

johnny leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “round two?”

bonus chapter —

“nice scarf,” haechan teased, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “trying to hide something, are we?”

jaemin joined in, a playful glint in his eyes. “yeah, like the fact that you’ve been getting some action lately?”

you felt your cheeks flush as you attempted to play it cool, but haechan wasn’t finished. “finally found some peace from your crying, huh? i guess johnny’s doing a better job than your ex!”

jaemin nodded in agreement, adding, “yeah, speaking of johnny, tell him i need that new strain as soon as possible. i’ve got a reputation to uphold, you know?”

you rolled your eyes at their antics, grateful for their lightheartedness despite the embarrassing situation. maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of your own happy ending with johnny.

masterlist.

#johnny suh #nct 127 #nct smut #johnny suh smut #nct #johnny nct #nct scenarios #nct hard hours #nct 127 smut #johnny nct smut #johnny x reader

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livyjh · 17 hours

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The Incident

Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader (non-specific size/shape/skin color/gender terms)

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: you live with Joel and Ellie in Jackson. Ellie has been spending a lot of time outside the house lately, leaving you and Joel alone. One day he walks in on you naked and things couldn’t be the same after. Smut ensues.

Warnings: smut (duh), embarrassing situation, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it!), awkwardness with Joel, making out, strip tease.

A/N: I’M BACK, BABY!! I know it’s been forever since I posted a fic. Life has been actually fucking insane and I was just unmotivated for a long time. This isn’t my best work, as I’m just getting back on the bandwagon, but I hope to be creating, writing, and posting more often from now on! I miss you guys. Please send me messages of encouragement or anon notes or whatever if you feel like it! I could use it!

Joel Miller Masterlist

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Joel didn’t know why, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Actually… that wasn’t true. He knew exactly why.

The other day he’d walked in on you coming out of the shower. He could’ve sworn he heard you walk to your bedroom. He was wrong.

So there you were, one foot in the tub, the other on the little rug outside the bath. Completely naked. Dripping wet. Skin, hot.

The first thing he looked at was your chest. He’d never been oblivious to your body, but out of respect he’s always just tried not to look too much.

Then he looked right back up into your horrified eyes and slammed the door shut, him on one side, you on the other.

“Joel!” You scolded nervously.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. Thought you’d gone to your room already. I just need to piss. I- uh- I’ll go downstairs.” Joel cleared his throat and shook his head before leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and rapid heartbeat.

You finished stepping out of the tub before grabbing your towel and throwing it over your head. You scrunched your hair with it before throwing your hands over your face. You groaned loudly into the towel, embarrassed.

You’d always had this fleeting, tiny crush on Joel. Nothing serious, but there were some times when he’d smile, or the light would hit his eyes just right, or when he stretched his back and groaned softly before letting out a soft exhale… those were the times you cherished being around him.

He was attractive. No question about it.

You were attractive. Also no question there.

You were a confident person, someone who tried to not care what other people thought. You were almost thankful for the apocalypse because now there weren’t any magazines or programs forcing you to look a certain way for society.

Society doesn’t really exist anymore, so, fuck it.

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The day and a half following the incident was awkward. You and Joel barely talked to each other, much less looked each other in the eyes.

Finally though, Joel said something when it was just you and him sitting at the dining room table, eating.

“I’m really sorry about-“

You cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “No, you’re fine.” You laugh, a little nervous. “Just trying to remember the last time someone even saw me naked.” You snort.

“Oh.” Joel half smiles, almost sympathetic.

There’s a long pause while Joel hypes himself up to flirt with you.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve seen someone naked… so, uh-“ his nerves are getting the better of him.

“Did you like what you saw, at least?” You help him out.

He gulps, nodding slowly. He gives a smile with a hint of cockiness. “Yeah.”

“I think it’s only fair I get to see you naked now.” You wink.

Joel blushes deeply, looking down at his nearly empty plate.

“Come on. Tit for tat, as they say.” You giggle.

Joel chuckles too and it makes your heart beat a little faster. “Let’s go upstairs.”

You bite your lip and nod, Joel surprising you by grabbing your hand. He leads you upstairs and to his room before closing the door.

You’re eager, walking to the bed before sitting down and putting your hands in your lap. “Alright, get on with it.” You laugh quietly.

Joel walks over to the bed, standing in front of you with soft eyes. He keeps eye contact as he slowly reaches up to the top button on his flannel. He pops it open and suddenly you feel a warmth wash over you.

This was happening. Joel fucking Miller is basically giving you a strip tease show.

You bite your lip as you watch him, your focus switching between his hands and his face.

He keeps going with the buttons, one at a time, slower than you wanted, but you could handle it.

Once the last button was undone, he opened his shirt and shrugged it off. You took in the sight of his bare torso. You studied the small scars on his body, eyes tracing the slightly toned lines of his chest and stomach.

“Not bad at all.” You grinned.

“May I continue?” He raised a brow and licked his lips.

“By all means.” You breathe the words, squeezing your thighs together.

He started to pay attention to your body now, too. His eyes roamed down to your chest, not missing the sight of your thighs rubbing against each other.

“Getting wet already?” He teased.

You let out a small moan before meeting his eyes and nodding.

“Good.” He reached down to the button on his jeans, letting it loose before unzipping his fly. You were paying close attention to his hands, noticing he was quickly hardening in his pants.

Your mouth was almost watering as you watched. His thumbs stuck into the top of his jeans before he pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them.

His boxer briefs were a dark blue, with a gray waistband. His cock was straining the fabric, a little wet spot beginning to form.

“Fuck.” You cursed, reaching down between your legs to relieve some pressure.

“Not gonna let me do that for you?” Joel hummed.

“Please, y- yes.” You sighed and laid back on the bed.

Joel got between your legs, looming over you. You could feel the heat coming off his body as he finally leant down to kiss you for the first time.

You sighed happily against his lips, reaching up to put both your hands in the hair on the back of his head.

He relaxed himself a little, his hips meeting yours. He was only wearing underwear and you were unfortunately still dressed, but when he rolled his hips-

“Joel-!” You gasped, wrapping your legs around him, feeling riled up beyond belief.

“What do you need, honey?” He cooed.

“Need… need you to fuck me.”

“What do you say?”

“Please.” You whispered.

“S’right.” He nodded and kissed you again before sitting back on his knees. He reached forward and hooked his fingers in your shorts and your underwear, pulling them both off in one swift movement.

“Take off your shirt, baby.” Joel smiled.

You nodded and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off to reveal your bare chest.

“No bra today?” He asked with a smirk.

“No bra most days.” You shrugged.

He smiled in response, leaning down to press his lips to your neck.

You shivered and dug your heels into his ass to try and get him to grind against you. It didn’t take much convincing.

He started to roll his hips down against yours as he kissed up and down your neck, trailing his kisses down to your chest. He covered your left nipple with his warm mouth and began to suck softly.

You let out a whine and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling as your body transcended to another plane of being.

You hadn’t felt this good in so long. You could hardly remember the last time you had sex. Probably because it didn’t feel anything like this. You were breathing heavy, pussy dripping with wetness, surely making a wet spot on Joel’s underwear.

It felt amazing but you couldn’t wait much longer for the main event. “Joel, I- please. Please, baby.”

“I know… need it so bad, huh?” He looked up at you, moving to take off his boxers quickly.

“Yeah.” You breathed, heart racing with anticipation.

You looked down at his bare cock, jaw almost dropping at the sight. He was long and thick, the head a beautiful shade of reddish pink, leaking.

He stroked himself a couple of times as he got into a comfortable position between your legs, which were now wrapped around his waist.

“Ready?” Joel asked kindly.

“As ever.” You nodded and kissed him.

He lined up easily before starting to push himself into your core.

Joel’s cock was definitely made for you. It felt so good as it slid between your pussy lips, your juices coating him and making it easier for him to enter you.

“Fuck…” you moaned when he had pushed in all the way. It didn’t hurt, but you were gonna need a minute to adjust.

“Start slow.” You smiled against his lips.

“Whatever you want.” He hummed and kissed you again, starting to slowly pull out until your labia was only wrapped around the head of his cock.

He thrusted slowly like this a few times before he felt you relax around him. “Feel good?”

“So fucking good, Joel.” You nodded and dug your nails into his shoulders as he sped up.

He pressed his face into your neck, lips against your collarbone when you said something.

“Harder.” You pleaded.

“Harder?” He asked, clarifying.

“Harder.” You whined, body tingling.

“I gotcha, baby.” Joel moved his hands under your back, pressing himself into you for more leverage.

He started pounding into you at a fast pace, grunting with each thrust.

“Yes yes yes!” You yelled out, toes curling.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetie?” He growled.

“Yeah! Ohhh…” your breathing stuttered as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching.

His cock was hitting your g-spot with every movement and it was almost enough to drive you crazy. But in the best way.

“I’m cumming. Oh, fuck. I’m cumming!” You gasped and then let out multiple whimpers as the waves of your orgasm washed over you.

You squeezed around Joel and he couldn’t hold back any longer, shooting hot ropes of cum against your cervix.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He cursed with each breath as you both melted into each other completely.

His hips began to hurt and he finally slowed down, pulling out of you. He sat back and put his hands on your knees, keeping your legs spread.

Joel watched his cum leak out of you and onto his mattress as you caught your breath.

“Come here.” You reached for him with both arms.

He moved up the bed and pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead.

“That felt so good, Joel.” You smiled up at him. “I feel good with you.”

He nodded, “I feel the same.”

You looked into his eyes for a moment before leaning up to kiss him sweetly. “Ready for round two?”

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shadowcitrine · 20 hours

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Sunbathing

Before the outbreak there's a girl who keeps teasing Daryl.

Daryl's pov. Angry Daryl. Daryl and named OC. Kind of dirty.

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First post nerves.

Of course she was here! She was everywhere he fuckin’ went. It was like she knew when he needed space and had some sick twisted need to devour what little time he carved out for himself. That stupid fuckin’ Mather's girly is just laying out by the river bank, arms beneath her head like she owns the whole god damned river and the sun is shining down on her over the tree tops like it agrees with her.

Picking up the fishing pole, Daryl's fist tightened around it, his face screwing up in anger makin’ his whole head hurt twice as much. He lets everyone walk all over him, but not anymore, not today. Especially not stupid Mercy who parades around in her dumb tiny shorts and ugly cut off shirts.

Taking the pole over to a shady spot he throws himself down, landing with a grunt. Digging through the little box of feathers he keeps in a tin till he finds a few small ones to tie on. If Mercy is watching him behind those dark glasses of hers he can't tell, not that he was lookin’ anyway. Not that he cares.

He cast the line, sticking the pole in the ground to light a cigarette and wait. She hasn't said a word and it's so unlike her that he thinks she has to be asleep. It's the only time she ain't asking him a million questions or trying to order him around. He stamps out the first butt and lights another. Takes him nearly all of the second one before he can hear the water trickling by beyond the anger pounding around in his head. Takes him even longer to realize his line has too much slack. The reel clicks quietly, a familiar lullaby that usually helps empty his head but not this time, not today.

Mercy still ain't talking. It's the longest they've ever been around each other without her at least sayin’ hi and now it's bothering him. He came out here for peace and now her silence is eating him alive. Not like bein’ around her does him any good. Never has, not even when they were kids. Just to try and take his mind off of her he starts reeling in the line, puffing on the smoke between his teeth but the harder he tries not to think about her the more he does.

That girl sighs and it draws his attention away from his half hearted attempt at fishing. She's still just layin’ there, knees now bent. Her shorts are digging into the upper parts of her thighs making little dips there that make his fingers itch to touch. She's just some annoying girl that he doesn't even like.

Then she moves again, rolling to her knees in the dirt, dead grass clinging to her back she's digging in a small cooler. Picking out some red white and blue ice pop she stuffs the wrapper inside before flopping back down on the ground. Still, not a single word out of her. She sick? High?

The more he looks at her painting her lips with the cherry end of the ice cream the more he's bothered by her silence because he can't help but see something else in his head. The way her tongue swipes across her bottom lip collecting the sticky sweetness there makes him tense in a way he shouldn't be around her but can't seem to help.

“Why ain't you sayin’ nothin’?” He asks. It just sort of bubbled up.

She takes her time answering sucking on the end of it making a soft lewd noise that makes his dick twitch. “Thought I talked too much Dixon?” there isn't even any anger in it. She's acting like she isn't even bothered by him being there watching her suck half the ice cream in to her mouth like she suckin’ cock.

“You do.” He drops the spent butt on the ground, his fishing pole forgotten.

She hums again around her snack, lips making a slurping noise around it like they do on titty channels that come on late at night. “Want me to ask you how you got that shiner?” She turns her head to look at him and if she notices him move his leg to hide his half chub she doesn't say.

Mercy runs a tongue along the underside of it catching drops of it before it can land on her tits and he's silently hoping she misses just one. Then his dick is coming alive thinking of her swearing the melted sugar water across them, swirling the red end over a nipple until it's rock hard. He don't need to be thinking about her like that but he can't look away.

She sits up holding in her mouth, cheeks hollowing around it and he swears she's doing it on purpose. No, she knows what she's doing and this–this tease is secretly eating up the attention. Mercy grabs the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She isn't wearing a bra or even one of her bright colored biking tops, no, she isn't wearing anything at all now ‘cept them frayed shorts of hers.

“Put your shirt back on Mercy!”

She lickin on the end for a moment, watching him watch her. He can't not think about how her ice cream is smaller than his dick. “Stop actin’ all mad.” She drops her head back.

Stop actin’ mad? Stop actin’ mad! She's doing this to fuck with him cause he doesn't wanna talk to her. He can see it in the way she smiles at him before biting off the last of the cherry flavor. Knows it when she leans back on her elbows to push her tits out on full display. She does all this shit just to fuck with him and he can't even figure out why! She treats him like he's nothin’! Tryin’ to push all his god damned buttons! Fuck her and fuck this!

He has to readjust himself as subtly as he can just to stand up. Even being mad at her doesn't stop his cock from throbbing, doesn't stop the ache. Then he's mad all over again because this is Mercy he's thinking about. Bitchy, awful, needy Mercy who comes over and smokes pot with Merle. The same girl who laughs whenever his brother calls him some stupid girl's name. This same girl who tries to lay against him on the couch when Merle leaves to go get more beer because she's lonely.

He's shaking his head. “I ain't in the mood for your shit. ‘M goin’ home.” He hates her. Hates the pink strip of colored hair that falls over her shoulder. Hates the way his brain has already memorized the trail of blue melt that's dripping on the swell of her breast and racing for her dusky nipple.

“If you stay–” she shouts loud enough for him to hear. “I'll let you touch em'.”

He even hates himself at this moment because now his feet are planted in the ground. Needing a distraction he lights a cigarette he doesn't even smoke. “The fuck you think I wanna touch your tits for?”

Mercy shrugs. “You keep staring.”

He snorts a breath of air through his nose. None of it even means anything to her, she's just messing with him. Always messing with him and he was tired of being nice. “You're the one who whipped em’ out to get me to look. What did you expect?”

Her face twists up. “I'm sun bathing asshole! I was the one who was here first!”

“And you ain't pretending to give the world's shittiest blow job with that thing?” He takes a hit off his cigarette nodding to the sweet melting in her hand. Her face is turning red, the tips of her ears are burning in embarrassment. He's turned the tables on her, called her out on her little game and she can't take it. Some distant part of him feels an inkling of pride at that. Her lip curls and he's moving towards her one slow step at a time.

“I changed my mind. Get fucked!” She throws down her ice cream in the grass.

Letting out a soundless laugh he's next to her now. Daryl's looking down his nose at her, the blue melt finally falling off the tip of her breast. “You wanna suck cock? Here it is.” Then he's grabbing himself through his jeans.

He blames the fact that there's no blood left in his head for why he's acting like this. That he needs her good and pissed off and disgusted all so she'd quit trying to get on his nerves all the damn time. He wants her to hate him as much as he hates her. Only, she ain't pushing him away. No, she's licking her sticky lips as she looks up at him behind those big ugly glasses.

“What? Can't figure out how a belt works?” He asks her. He's goading her to yell at him, but she hasn't yet. He sticks the smoke in his lips bending down to grab her hand. He pushes her fingers against the buckle when he stands back up. “C'mon! You want it so bad you're going to have to take it out yourself.”

Mercy bites her bottom lip as she twists to sit on her knees in front of him. His heart stutters in his chest when she begins to tug on the strap and he nearly laughs. She was so desperate she was actually going to suck him off. She's silent for probably the second time in her whole life as she undoes his belt.

#daryl dixon #twd #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dix pov #daryl x oc #the walking dead #firstpost nerves #i'm working on it #kinda dirty #daryl pov #short

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in1-nutshell · 3 days

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Remember you said this "These resquest will be opened for a short amount of time, so get them in before I close once more."

I have a lot of request for you 99% of them I can't remember but they will pop up again I think now I don't think you ever wrote a story or have a buddy thats from our universe that found some random watch that allows her to go to different transformers universes? her the first universe she goes to is G1

So when she meets them she like literally fan girls over them all she wasn't even afraid of the decepticons, so when the cons captured her she somehow got out of her restraints and just went around asking the cons for their autograph her first autograph was starscream ofc and well you can take it from their

I don't recall see that one in the inbox, it could have been lost in the inbox and disappeared (been noticing that happens). But better late than never!

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy from the real world traveling to meet the G1 Bots and Cons

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

No one knows where Buddy came from or why she knows so much about them, but she is fun to be around.

Buddy can be serious and kind when needed.

… but there are certain things that have both sides questioning the sanity of this human.

For example, her interactions with nearly every human ally the Autobots had befriended.

Buddy looking at Sparkplug and Chip working.

“… You guys are doing your best and we all love you for that.”--Buddy

“What?”—Sparkplug and Chip

“What?”--Buddy

Buddy walks off to go find Wheeljack.

“I have so many questions about that kid.”--Sparkplug

A little while later…

“Carly if you could pick a bot to have as a partner, who would it be?”--Buddy

“Buddy I’m in a happy relationship with Spike.”--Carly

“I mean you and Ironhide might have some potential, Wheeljack or hey maybe even Bumblebee!”--Buddy

“Buddy, I have Spike.”--Carly

“And if there was no Spike?”--Buddy

Carly sighs and shakes her head.

“You haven’t answered the question, Carly! Answer it!”--Buddy

A little while later…

Buddy is holding a wrench in their hand looking at Ratchet.

“It’s all in the wrist Buddy. Try throwing it.”--Ratchet

Buddy throws it just as Spike turns the corner and gets knocked out.

Ratchet gets startled by the sudden injury.

“Spike!”--Ratchet

“He’s fine.”--Buddy

“He’s bleeding from the forehead!”--Ratchet

“He’s survived worse.”—Buddy

Another while later…

Buddy is flying with Astoria and Powerglide.

“Hey Powerglide, why does Astoria call you babygirl?”--Buddy

“How about we stop talking.”--Powerglide

“Well, I call him that because he doesn’t like it when I call him—”--Astoria

“HOW ABOUT WE STOP TALKING!”--Powerglide

Another while later…

Buddy is having a beach trip with Seaspray and Alana.

“Seaspray what’s that on your arm?”--Alana

“Nothing Alana. Just some Cybertronain list for parts.”--Seaspray

“No, its not. You put Alana’s name on your arm.”--Buddy

Alana blushes heavily.

Seaspray looks like he’s about to short circuit.

Another while later…

Tracks was waiting for Buddy and Raoul in the parking lot.

Raoul and Buddy come sprinting to Tracks opening and nearly slamming the door.

“What on Cybertron’s moon was that for?!”--Tracks

“Drive!”--Buddy

“What?!”--Tracks

“DRIVE!”--Raoul

Tracks transforms into his flying car alt mode and is flying through the skies.

“What happened down there?!”--Tracks

“Raoul thought it was a good idea to try and steal a candy bar from the vendor and got caught.”--Buddy

“Okay…”--Tracks

“And the vendor thought it was Buddy and she accidentally decked him.”--Raoul

“You what?!”--Tracks

Buddy loves spending time with the bots no matter what they are doing.

Buddy could be watching the birds in the park with Beachcomber and wouldn’t complain one bit.

They could be with the Twins speeding down an empty road and she wouldn’t scold them too much.

Buddy could be helping Cosmos and the Aerial bots with cleaning and the only complain that would come out of them would come from a potential cold if they didn’t dry themselves correctly.

Even then!

Buddy is just happy to be here with everyone.

Buddy looking up at Grimlock.

“New human?”--Grimlock

Buddy runs up to his pede and hugs him.

“I have been waiting for this moment for so long.”--Buddy

Grimlock looks down.

“Human… okay?”--Grimlock

Buddy just tries hugging his pede tighter.

“Human trying to tackle Grimlock?”--Grimlock

Swoop and the others come over to see the human hugging their leader’s pede.

Buddy squeals and practically launches themselves on Swoop.

“Me Swoop have no idea what happening… but this nice.”--Swoop

The bots enjoyed having Buddy around.

Meanwhile with the Decepticons…

Otimus and Megatron both agree for a temporary ceasefire until they could get Buddy back home after their encounter with the Cons.

So many of the Cons are confused why this human is happy to see them and trying to hug them.

Starscream is one of the victims of these hugs.

Starscream pointing his null ray at Ironhide.

“SO long Autobotscum!”--Starscream

“Screamer!”--Buddy

Starscream makes a startled noise as he see her coming closer.

“Get away from me!”--Starscream

“There is no escape from the hugs Starscream! Just let me hug you!”--Buddy

“NEVER!”--Starscream

Megatron is considering keeping them as Starscream repellent.

But he has questions on why they want to use him as target practice with soda cans.

Not all bots are so reluctant from the sudden affection.

Though some would rather have rust in between their joints than to admit they enjoy having these little hugs from a strange Fleshy.

Megatron also has to implement a search every time they retreat to their underwater base.

“Soundwave.”--Megatron

“…”--Soundwave

“Soundwave open up.”--Megatron

“…”--Soundwave

“…”--Megatron

Soundwave reluctantly opens his sub space to have Buddy inside with a smile on her face.

“Hey Megs!”--Buddy

“Soundwave we’ve talked about this…”--Megatron

#transformers x reader #maccadam #human buddy #g1 transformers x platonic reader #g1 transformers x reader

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hard-core-super-star · 2 days

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Random thought popped into my head but it's about vampire Kate x reader. What if reader was a witch of some sort who got her heart broken because Kate is an fboy and became terrified and left when she realized how much she loved the reader but came crawling back a year later because she needed reader's witchy help and they ended up casually flirting because they clearly still have feelings for each other and stuff

ain't that the kicker [K.Bishop]

pairing: vampire!kate x reader

summary: the morning after your late-night encounter with kate doesn't go quite as planned...and neither does the day after that or the day after that. [aka you and kate have way more issues than you thought]

warnings: none, i think?; did somebody order angst?; so much tension, you need more than one knife; i rob you of a longer wanda scene; cliffhanger ending because this got too long; weird vampire powers that are badly explained; very long dream sequences; a surprising lack of actual vampire stuff [i badly need to rewatch first kill]; idiots in love but emphasis on the idiots!

wodcount: 3.2k

a/n: hey everyone, my motivation was pretty dead for a while but, unsurprisingly, vampire kate brought it back! and before you all freak out, YES! THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART! and maybe it'll be less sad and more spicy, who knows? anyway, thank you so much for sticking with me and my constant disappearing act. my second year at university is wrapping up so hopefully you’ll see more of me this summer ;) that's all i have to say, hope you enjoy <3

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Saying going home with Kate Bishop had been a bad idea would be a massive understatement.

You knew being alone with the heir of Bishop Security would come with problems but the problems all seemed relatively small compared to the continuous waves of pleasure you had been under all night.

To be fair, though, you never expected a grainy picture of you on Kate's lap to be part of that list of problems. You had expected some awkwardness from the charming brunette, the usual "we can't do this again" speech while actively making out in some random storage closet, maybe even some weird looks from your co-workers to further complicate things.

Your original plan had featured everything except you going viral overnight and waking up to the biggest PR disaster to ever hit Bishop Security. (Which is saying a lot considering the many one-night stand scandals Kate always finds herself wrapped up in)

You had so many ideas of what the morning after would be like but none of them included you waking up to an empty bed and a large pit in your stomach that tells you you fucked up big time.

Maybe it had been your fault, maybe you had been too naive for thinking you could really have it all.

Or maybe Kate was right. Maybe she had a longer list of enemies than you had been willing to entertain.

There were far too many “maybe’s” in your mind, an overwhelming amount of notifications on your phone, and you had no idea where Kate had gone.

You’re not sure how long you spend scrolling through Twitter and avoiding all the texts filled with unanswerable questions from your co-workers but eventually, you manage to regain control of yourself and get up from the archer’s ridiculously comfortable bed. You do your best to ignore how shaky your legs are as you get dressed, your mind unfortunately drifting to the night before.

You manage to find your way to the kitchen where there's a full spread of, slightly burnt, breakfast waiting for you. Your heart swells as you read the messy handwriting on the post-it note next to the biggest stack of pancakes you’ve ever seen.

Morning, sunshine. I didn’t know what you were in the mood for so I made a bit of everything. Eat as much as you can, you’ll need a lot of food and water to recover from last night ;) - Kate

It’s impossible to stop the wave of relief that crashes into you after reading that.

As impossible as it feels, you allow yourself to believe things will be fine. That Kate will stick by your side after opening up to you about her supernatural abilities.

But the fantasy doesn’t last long.

You’re halfway through your breakfast when you hear the front door slam shut with so much force you briefly wonder if the hinges came off. It takes no more than fifteen seconds for the archer to appear in front of you, her shoulders tense and an unreadable storm in her eyes.

Her posture already tells you the answer to the question forming on your lips but you ask anyway. “Everything okay?”

She seems almost startled by the sound of your voice as if hearing you makes you real.

It makes the mess you’re both in real.

“No,” she sighs. “I have some shitty news.”

“Shittier than being called a slut by all of New York?” You reply, unable to stop the urge to make her smile.

Kate doesn’t fully smile but she does let out a small chuckle, her shoulders dropping into a less tense position as the sound escapes her. “Yeah…shittier than that.”

You should’ve known where the conversation was headed. Should’ve realized there was no way you’d be able to have it all. No way for you to continue with your life as if nothing had happened.

Maybe you are too naive because you truly didn’t see her next sentence coming.

“y/n…I have to fire you and we...we can’t do this again. This has to be goodbye.”

Everything crashes into you at once.

The realization of what you’ve actually done, the stupid ease with which Kate is cutting you out of her life, the betrayal of her practically kicking you out onto the streets. You’re not an idiot, you know there’s no way you’ll be able to keep your apartment, your humble yet expensive life in New York, without your job.

Without her.

“You…you’re serious? You’re throwing me out just like that?”

“It’s not easy for me either-”

“It looks pretty damn easy, Kate.” You scoff.

“You’re not the one who spent her whole morning getting chewed out by her mom.” Her words come out like an afterthought, like she knows just how badly she’ll fuck up if you hear the annoyance behind them.

Unfortunately for her, you hear her loud and clear.

“Oh, come on. That’s your excuse? You had one bad conversation with your mom and suddenly I don’t mean anything?”

She doesn’t reply and her silence only serves to stoke the flames of fury and resentment rising within your chest.

“Do you know how many death threats I’ve gotten in the last hour? How many coworkers have tried to blackmail me already? Do you understand just how much of my life this has ruined? And you have the audacity to act like you have it hard?”

“Don’t pretend like you know anything about my life,” she spits back. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Katherine. If I didn’t know you, if you didn’t care, why the hell did you tell me your dirty little secret?”

She blinks, taken aback by the hard-hitting truth you throw her way.

If you didn’t know her, you wouldn’t notice the way she nervously fidgets with her fingers or the way she bites down on her lower lip while she tries to come up with something to say. If you didn’t know her, you wouldn’t know she’s hurting underneath.

You do know her, though, but knowing her isn’t enough if she’s not willing to let you stay.

So, because you do know her…you walk away.

It feels like giving up in the most infuriating of ways but it’s the only thing you can do. If Kate’s mind is made up, there’s no amount of reason that will get her to change. That’s another thing about her you’ve learned the hard way.

So you swallow your pride and walk away with no plan, no job, no way of supporting yourself. If you were a more spiteful person, you would have applied for a job at Stark Industries but instead, you do the second hardest thing you’ve ever done.

You restart.

It’s a bitter defeat and still, you pack up your things and pay an old friend a visit.

You had left Wanda behind after the Westview fiasco but she’s the only person you can think of running to after your entire life went up in flames. All it takes is one quick spell and the realization that a life without dark magic isn’t one you can live before you’re standing on the porch of her small cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Saying she’s disappointed would be an understatement, especially since she explicitly warned you not to fall in love with Kate Bishop. It’s hard to believe the witch knew about Kate’s vampire secret but you also wouldn’t be surprised if she knew what awaited you the second you left for New York.

Unfortunately, you had to learn things the hard way.

You could write multiple books on everything you’ve learned the hard way.

At the top of that list, though, is the true extent of a certain archer’s vampire powers.

It takes less than a month for Kate to reach you again…through your dreams. Dreams that feel far too real and leave you a tad bit more breathless than you’ll ever be willing to admit.

The first time it happens, you assume it’s one of Wanda’s new tricks, maybe it’s her way of helping you cope with what (or rather who) you’ve left behind. You think it’s weird but maybe a tad bit sweet and you make a mental note to ask her about it in the morning.

It’s not until you realize that you’re actively thinking that you start to worry.

To make matters worse, you’re inside Kate’s apartment…and she quite literally stumbles out of her bedroom to see you standing in the middle of her living room.

“Oh, shit.” She groans.

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of her voice. You know you’re just dreaming and yet it all feels so real. It’s like you can feel her eyes on you, hear the way your heart won’t stop pounding in your ears.

Your confusion must be written all over your face because she answers your question before you can even ask it.

“Yes, you are dreaming but this isn’t like a normal dream.”

“What the fuck happened to you not being a mind reader?” You blurt out.

You wait for that stupid smirk of hers to appear, maybe with a half-assed shrug and a semi-charming joke, but it never comes. “My dream, my rules, I guess.”

“That still doesn’t explain what’s going on.”

A beat of silence goes by before she sort of gives you an answer. “I can explain but you might hate me afterwards.”

The look in her eyes says more than you can possibly handle right now. You’ve never known Kate to be particularly insecure but all you can see in those blue depths is fear and insecurity. Fear that your feelings for her have changed, that you already hate her and never want to hear from her again.

Too bad you’ve never been good at lying.

“Try me.”

The corners of her mouth quirk up into a small smile. “Long story short, we’re bonded. That’s why we’re in each other’s dreams.”

There’s a bigger question to be asked but you’re still a little freaked out by how real this all feels. By how intense your feelings for her still are.

“But this isn’t like a normal dream, is it?”

“Nope, perks of having vampire powers.”

“So, you can do everything except read minds?” You can’t help but tease her like all the times before. “That sucks.”

“Shut up,” she says with an over-dramatic roll of her eyes.

A calm silence falls over both of you and you hate how normal it feels. How just like that, you forget your anger and the betrayal you’ve felt every minute since the day you left New York in favor of falling for her stupidly enchanting self all over again.

It doesn’t help that with every second, the distance between you gets smaller and smaller.

You don’t know who takes the first step, all you know is you blink and suddenly she’s standing right in front of you, those soft blue eyes of hers searching for the truth you can’t hide.

“y/n,” she murmurs, her hand tentatively reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, I know this isn’t what you wanted.”

She’s technically not wrong, leaving because of her incapability to deal with her feelings was the last thing you wanted, but it’s not like you had any other choice.

She didn’t give you any other choice.

And now she’s here, staring at you with that wounded puppy look she so effortlessly embodies.

“I wanted you,” you whisper in response. “When are you going to get that through your thick skull?”

She chuckles, the sound warm but nervous. Her hand moves to cup your face and her touch is so soft, it leaves you breathless for a moment. “Never, I’m too stubborn for that, remember?”

You can’t help but tease her as the atmosphere shifts into something more affectionate than you’d like. “How could I forget? It’s your worst trait.”

“Ouch. Is that how you treat your favorite vampire?”

“Aw, poor little vampire baby.”

You wait for her to make one of her usual jokes but she doesn’t.

Instead, her eyes drift down to your lips and your mind instantly goes blank.

There’s an endless list of reasons why you shouldn’t do it. Just because it’s a dream doesn’t mean it isn’t a bad idea. Then again…when has that ever stopped you from being with Kate Bishop?

It’s subtle but you lean forward just enough to give her the invitation she’s too much of a gentleman to ask for. Her eyes widen the slightest bit before she meets you in the middle, the space between your lips becoming nonexistent in the span of a few seconds.

You try your hardest to hold on to your self control, to not seem as desperate as you’ve felt since that first night, but it’s useless. Your hands grip the front of her shirt in an attempt to pull her closer despite how insane everything is.

You’re simply dreaming and yet you can feel every touch, every breath, every desperate effort to make your desires a reality. You would feel embarrassed if Kate wasn’t acting the same way.

Her lips leave yours only to trail down to your neck, her fangs instantly teasing the sensitive skin she finds. The anticipation builds inside your chest as she toys with you and it’s all you can do not to beg for more.

“Kate.” Her name leaves your lips in the form of a whisper that disappears just as fast as it formed.

All you hear is her sharp intake of breath before it all fades to black.

Your eyes snap open and you’re greeted with the absolute silence you’re starting to associate with Wanda’s cabin. All you can do is lay there in the darkness, your heart pounding in your ears while your fingers trace the spot Kate’s lips had just been on.

It had all felt so real and now you’re all alone again. It shouldn’t be surprising at this point and yet you still hold on to the hope Kate will come looking for you.

But she doesn’t.

All she does is haunt your dreams in the most literal way possible. She doesn’t come to find you and fix your many, many issues, instead, she simply appears in your dreams long enough to send your mind reeling without offering any solutions.

You wish you could hate her for doing this to you but you can’t.

You love her.

Worse than that, you love her more and more each night. Even though it’s not nearly enough to heal any of your wounds, and maybe it only serves to hurt you more, it’s definitely addicting.

Wanda offers to help you sever the connection between you and Kate, something about a spell she read in the Darkhold being her only assurance that she knows what she’s doing. You don’t fully trust her on that but you do consider the option for longer than you want to admit.

You reason with yourself that there are much worse things to deal with on a daily basis than highly realistic dreams, though. That being bonded to a vampire isn't the worst thing in the world.

And maybe that would be true…if the vampire in question wasn't Kate Bishop.

You don't know what possesses you to ask but the question slips out in the middle of another midnight rendezvous. It’s been a little over two month since you moved away from New York, a little over two months since you've shared these weird dreams with Kate, when you finally ask.

“What exactly did you do for us to be bonded to each other?”

The question must catch her off guard given the way her eyes widen in panic. “What?”

“You said these weird dreams happen because we’re bonded or something but you never explained how that happened.” You watch the brunette from your spot on the couch and impatiently wait for a response, for something that will help you make sense of everything.

She swallows back her nervousness but gives herself away due to the way she fidgets with the rings on her hand. “Oh, yeah, that…it’s because I bit you that night in my apartment…remember?”

Her awkwardness would be endearing if her response wasn't so damn suspicious.

“Yeah but you're a vampire, biting people is kind of your thing. You're not automatically bonded to every person you bite, right?”

A beat of silence passes before she answers, her voice shaking the slightest bit. “No that…that only happens when there are…certain feelings involved.”

It takes a second for her answer to click in your brain. For her sudden nervousness to hold real meaning.

The answer hits you like a train and it makes your blood boil like nothing else.

“Kate, tell me that doesn't mean what I think it means. Tell me you didn't fire me because you were too afraid of having feelings for me.”

“y/n-”

“For fuck’s sake, Kate!”

The sudden frustration in your voice makes her jump, hundreds of meaningless explanations forming on the tip of her tongue.

You don't hear a word she says.

You can't hear anything besides the pounding in your heart and the devastation that threatens to swallow you whole.

You always knew being with Kate would be impossible but this was something else entirely. This wasn't a lack of feelings between you two, this was too many feelings and too many miles of distance and not one ounce of regret from her.

You're not sure when you stood up from your spot or when she approached you, you simply feel her hand on your waist and the unmistakable sound of her breathing.

“y/n,” she tries again. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m so tired of hearing you say that.”

“I know.”

The last thing you feel is her lips on the back of your neck before you wake up. Alone. Again.

Wanda must catch on to your desperation because she brings up the idea of cutting your connection with Kate that same morning.

“It’ll only be temporary,” she assures you. “No offense but you need sleep more than you need Kate Bishop.”

“I’m a little offended,” you grumble in response.

Despite your reservations, and the voice in the back of your head that tells you running away again is a bad idea, you go along with her plan. She's right, after all. You definitely need some time away from Kate Bishop and her never-ending messes.

The spell is simpler than you expect and it, thankfully, requires pretty much no effort on your part and no weird liquids.

It does also bring the best sleep you’ve had in months so you can’t complain…even when you wake up missing the sound of the archer’s voice.

You still miss her every day and you're sure that won't change any time soon but you welcome the peace with open arms.

Wanda spends her time teaching you random spells while you help her build a nice flower garden in the backyard. It's weird but…comforting.

You could even get used to life out here someday.

At least, that's what you keep telling yourself as the weeks go by.

Until Kate shows up unannounced and flips your world upside down again with those same soft eyes you fell on love with all those months ago.

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ihrthoney · 2 days

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love isn’t enough

pairing: club owner ran haitani x f!reader

warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort

word count: 1.5k

an: first post being back on tumblr! this is a remake of my old work from my old blog!

Ignorance truly is bliss…

but only if you’re stupid.

It was obvious, the signs were as clear as day. Although, love was always so blinding. While you were watching the clouds and enjoying the summer breeze, his eyes followed the birds flying in the other direction.

There weren’t any lipstick stains on his clothes nor did he stay out later than normal. If there was a faint scent of perfume following him as he walked towards the shower, you brushed it off. Clubs are always full of people, some scents are just stronger than most.

That’s what you would've continued telling yourself had it not been a smell you learned to get used to. Every night that he came home from work, he smelled vaguely of that same perfume. It could be a regular or a worker who walks past him throughout the night.

You weren’t stupid. As much as you wished you were, you weren’t.

The perfume wasn’t the only thing you caught on to. Unfortunately, it took weeks for the smell to become something you’ve recognized or rather, something you chose to accept.

Just last week, Ran was off and you guys decided to spend the day in bed and binging shows. That night, you surprised Ran by renting a movie he wanted to see for a while but missed because of work. During the most interesting part, he got a call and usually, he ignored the noise but this time he didn’t hesitate to grab his phone and leave the room.

You couldn’t remember the last time a work call lasted two hours. While the contact name on the screen said Rindou, you knew better than to believe it.

He clearly knew how to cover his tracks, his behavior didn’t change, not drastically anyway. His phone didn’t suddenly have a password nor did he try to hide who he was texting. Just like you, he wasn’t an idiot. But as time went on, he must’ve mistook you for one.

You and Ran had been dating since you guys were 18. There’s nothing you don’t know about him, you know him better than yourself sometimes. Any changes in his behavior you notice immediately, he wasn’t as slick as he thought he was.

Despite everything pointing to the tragic truth that Ran was having an affair, you were waiting for him to admit it. It felt unfair to break it off and be left uneven while he was already filling the void.

Years of your life had been devoted to him, you supported him with everything you could give. From cleaning his wounds after gang fights to watching his (and his brothers’) club succeed.

Would there have been a hole in his heart if you left? When did he stop loving you? Why couldn’t he have just broken it off?

Endless questions were filling your head. It’s been about 3 months since you noticed the perfume. The denial gets harder to run from, reality starts to slowly consume you.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to get caught up in it now, so instead of wallowing away in the empty house you got dressed and ventured into town.

Of course, it didn’t help in the slightest; everything reminded you of Ran, and the realization that your relationship was coming to an end hurt so much. You walk the streets alone and are reminded of the night of your first date. Hands intertwined, leaning on his shoulder and laughing about something you could no longer remember, you stared at him like he just offered you the world.

“You’re nothing like they say Ran Haitani.” You laughed, you guys are hand in hand, your apartment just a few blocks down.

“What? Am I even more handsome in person?” He says smugly, only half joking.

At that comment, you drop his hand, “Never mind, you’re exactly as they said.” you jokingly say.

“Nah, I’m even better.” Ran remarks. Using your linked hands, he pulls you both to a stop.

He looks at you for a little bit, the sound of cars faint in the background, and the moonlight softly reflects on his face, “You are so beautiful.”

His voice was so soft, so gentle. As flustered as you were at the compliment, you couldn’t pull your eyes from his.

“I had a really good time with you tonight, yn.” His hand parts from yours and softly cradles your face.

“May I?” At that moment, you would’ve given him anything he could’ve possibly wanted.

You nod in response and he wastes no time in connecting your lips.

You were so caught up in the memory that you didn’t see the person in front of you. The woman slightly stumbles at your shoulders making contact. You open your mouth, apology at the tip of your tongue when you notice a man next to her.

Suddenly, the world went quiet. The coffee shop you had entered was nothing but a blur as your vision zones onto the man holding the woman’s waist.

His eyes widen at the sight of you. He was supposed to be at work.

Before an excuse could even form, you turned around and walked straight back home, not daring to look back.

He was having an affair. There wasn’t enough time to analyze the woman he was with, your mind was too busy swallowing the confirmed suspicions.

You knew he was cheating, but a small part of you had foolishly clung to the hope that it was just a misunderstanding. Several emotions coursed through your body at once, millions of thoughts raced through your head. Yet, you couldn’t feel a thing.

So many scenarios played out in your head that you thought you would feel angrier, burn his clothes, and trash the house. But, you couldn’t move a single limb. Instead, you sat quietly on the couch, the apartment dark and even emptier than you left it despite nothing being touched.

There’s a soft click that brings you out of your daze. You hear him take off his shoes and walk towards the living room. With every step, your heartbeat starts to quicken.

The dread makes your stomach sink, suddenly you feel nauseous. You’re scared, you’re so fucking scared, this wasn’t supposed to be the end. Years of your life will be nothing but a memory and he’ll be someone you have to remember longer than you’ve known.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Ran sitting on a chair at the dining table.

Without looking at him, you speak. “You’re a coward.”

There was so much you wanted to say, even more to ask, but the only emotion you could feel was anger.

“I know.” He said it so quietly, as if speaking any louder would shatter the tension in the air.

You waited to see if he would say more, but he didn’t. The silence was deafening as if the apartment was absent of any soul.

Swallowing your pride, you spoke up again, “Why didn’t you just break up with me.”

Ran answered honestly, “I don’t know.”

“I deserve better than an “I don’t know”, Ran.” You argued, gaze moving from the tv screen.

For the first time in months, you see him. This wasn’t the man you fell in love with, but rather the shell of him.

Cruelly, he says, “You deserve everything.”

The tears were starting to burn your eyes, he didn’t deserve your tears, “Don’t, Ran.”

“There’s nothing that I could say that’ll make any of this better. I cheated on you.”

The tension in the air snapped, and your tears started to spill over despite fighting to hold them back. You knew; you saw it with your own eyes, but to hear him actually admit it hurt that much more. There’s no coming back from this, the man you love no longer loves you.

“How long?” The eye contact between you two never falters.

“Four months.”

He had been out with another woman for four months. It makes you sick to know he still came back home. You can’t help that sob that chokes out, “Why Ran?”

Ran stands up at the sound of you crying, but you move from the couch and step deeper into the living room.

“I didn’t want to live without you.” He admits.

At this point you’re sobbing, “That’s so fucking stupid!”

“I don’t love you anymore, yn. But I didn’t know how to let you go. You’ve been in my life since we were 18. I doubt we could’ve been friends-” You interrupt him.

“That’s so unfair! You don’t get to make that choice for me! Maybe you’re right, we probably wouldn’t have been able to be friends after everything but cheating was your next option?” He’s silent at that.

The silence doesn’t last long though, “Get out, Ran.”

There’s so much you want to know, though, your heart wouldn’t be able to handle any more pain.

Without another word, he turns and walks to the door, taking half of your heart with him.

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