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QUOTH THE RAVEN - CHAPTER 1

Rolan/Tav | NSFW | 5,554 words

Summary:

'"Just... Let me look after you. Please?" He doesn't say anything for a moment, so you look back up at him. His eyes flick back and forth between both of yours, as if searching for something, and finally he sighs. "Okay."'

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"Seriously, soldier, we'll be fine! You need to rest."

You pout at Karlach's continued insistence, but you can feel yourself losing the battle against her iron will. "I don't need to rest, I need to make sure you idiots don't get yourselves killed!"

She laughs at that, loud and unapologetic as she always does, "I'll try not to take that personally, shall I?"

"Well. Not you , obviously. But I don't trust the others. Astarion and Laezel are liable to start swinging at the slightest inconvenience, and Gale's good at pissing people off."

Her raucous laugh continues, "I'll keep 'em in check, soldier," she lifts her hand up to her eyebrow in mock salute, before letting it drop, "you can count on me."

You sigh. Reasonably, you know they'll manage without you, but it feels wrong letting them go without you.

Karlach, as if she can read your mind, speaks again. "Seriously, Tav. We'll be okay. And you deserve a break. It's been a rough couple of weeks."

You nod silently. She's right about that, at least.

When she doesn't say anything else, you sigh. "Fine. But please be careful?"

Karlach smiles wide, "you know me!" She claps you on the back firmly, and you're thankful that her touch is palatable now with the installation of Dammon's upgrade. You're sure the gesture would've burnt a few days ago. "I spoke to Jaheria, she's sorted a room with a bed for you. Get yourself a pint and then sleep!"

The idea of an actual bed is the final tip of the scales that seals your fate, so you nod and squeeze her arm in thanks. An actual mattress? A private room rather than a tent? You couldn't possibly turn your nose up at such a generous offering.

Karlach retreats to the gate of Last Light, where the rest of your companions are waiting for her, and they all leave together into the shadows. You let out a deep sigh, then turn and head into the inn.

The atmosphere is slightly less awful now than when you first got here. People perked up a bit when your party arrived, which you're both thankful for and absolutely terrified by.

Well. Some people perked up.

Your eyes land on the back of Rolan's head, and you feel your stomach knot. His earlier admonishments towards you are probably at least half of the reason Karlach and the others insisted on leaving you here.

You'd be lying if you said his words hadn't hurt. You never wanted to be a leader, never wanted people looking to you for guidance. You're trying your best. And you like Cal and Lia.

He doesn't care about how hard you're trying. It's a little hard to blame him, but it still hurts. You'd really hoped to be able to at least call him a friend.

There had been a moment, during the celebrations at the grove, that you wondered if you'd perhaps be able to call him more. Cal and Lia had left to get drinks, and Rolan had met your eye with a lopsided, boyish grin, and you'd been struck by how handsome he was. He'd made a joke about something and your faces had inched closer as you both laughed.

Then Cal and Lia had returned, and the moment had passed.

He won't even look at you now. As you slide up to the bar and ask Ike to pour you a drink, Rolan pointedly avoids meeting your gaze. You clear your throat in a way you hope seems casual, and from the corner of your eye you see his scowl.

"Rolan..."

"I don't want to talk to you. I've said all I need to."

You frown. "I know, but-"

He huffs, "I'm not interested in hearing your apologetic platitudes. You're hiding in here while your companions do all the work. Some leader you are."

You feel your blood pressure spike, and you turn to face him properly. He still doesn't look at you, but he squirms slightly under your attention. You can't help the bite that your words come out with.

"I never wanted to be a leader, you arsehole. I never asked for any of this. If you think you could do a better job, by all means be my fucking guest." He flinches slightly as you spit the words at him, but doesn't otherwise react, so the words keep spilling out. "And it's bold of you to accuse me of hiding, considering you've been sat here on your arse doing nothing but drink since we got here. You're more than welcome to hate me, but don't try and pretend you've somehow got the moral high-ground here."

You know the words are harsh, but you still find some satisfaction in the way his posture deflates. Knowing he might now feel a portion of the guilt he thrust onto you makes you feel a little smug. Ike places your drink on the bar, looking between the two of you nervously, and you thank him before taking your drink and leaving as quickly as you can. You don't spare Rolan a second glance as you ascend the stairs to find the bed you were promised.

The door shuts behind you and you click the lock firmly, leaning your forehead against the wood. You can feel the regret seeping in, so you down half of the pint of bitter ale and rub your temples.

He deserved that. He did.

You feel better now.

Except you know you're lying to yourself.

You don't want to shout at him. You don't want to make him feel bad. You want to give him a hug and tell him how sorry you are that he's going through this.

But you don't. Instead you finish your drink.

You keep telling yourself that he deserved it as you lay back on the mattress, holding the still-cold glass to your forehead to battle the headache you can feel brewing. You eventually fall into a fitful sleep.

~~~

It's impossible to know night from day here, but when you wake you're reasonably sure by the dryness in your throat that it's the early hours of the morning. You drag yourself out of the bed somewhat reluctantly, the thought of a crisp glass of water being all that propels you forward.

The inn is quiet at this hour. There are a few people dotted around still, talking in hushed tones and nursing drinks or reading, but for the most part it's empty.

You can't help it, your eyes dart to where Rolan was. He's not there, which makes you feel a little better. Hopefully he's in a dark corner somewhere, sleeping off the drink.

There's no one tending the bar at this hour, so you round it and pour yourself a cup of water. It's as you raise it to your lips and take a sip that you notice there's a strange looking artefact sitting on the far end of the counter. You've never seen anything like it before. It looks like it's made of brass, with elaborate arching prongs surrounding a bright blue crystal in the centre.

Fuck it, you've never been one for minding your business. Besides, if it's sat out in the open it's basically begging to be touched, isn't it? You cast a sidelong glance around the tavern to check no one is looking and then sidestep towards it. As soon as you press your fingers to the cold metal, the gem begins to shine, and a projection is brought forth.

"Lia, Cal - if you see this, stay put."

Rolan looks almost regal in the projection, a picture of strength and arrogance. His tone is commanding, firm and assured, and you wonder how he feels justified in that when-

Your words from earlier flood back to you without warning.

"It's bold of you to accuse me of hiding, considering you've been sat here on your arse doing nothing but drink since we got here."

Your heart drops. Oh.

The glass of water makes a loud clinking noise as you slam it onto the bar. The sound still rings through the air as you grab a sword leaning against the doorway and sprint out into the shadows.

~~~

In hindsight, you probably should've waited for your party to return. But how could you? You have no idea how long ago Rolan left that message. He could already be in trouble.

The shadows feel colder without the company of your companions, and you're immensely grateful for the pixie's blessing. The darkness grasps at your ankles, nipping like a dog at your heel, and the cursed foliage around you seems to be watching your every step. This place is awful and dangerous enough when you're travelling with your friends, never mind completely alone.

That line of thinking just brings you back to Rolan, though. Alone somewhere in the shadows, with no real combat experience and no pixie's blessing. He's likely got a torch or a dancing lights cantrip, but those don't fend off the curse nearly as well. The realisation makes the air feel even colder.

It's dark tonight. Darker than usual, that is. There's a dense fog across the land that makes it hard to keep track of where you came from. Rolan could be anywhere, and you can barely see 10 feet in front of you. Gods, you should've waited for the others.

And then you hear it. The unmistakable sound of Rolan's voice shouting an incantation, and the withering scream of a shadow creature falling. Wherever he is he's out of your eye-line, so you sprint towards the noise blindly.

For a man with little practice in a fight, Rolan is holding his own. He stands tall and confident in the face of the several creatures surrounding him, and you can see he's felled at least two of them already. But you can also see the hidden signs of his exhaustion. Some of his spells sputter as they take shape, and the dancing lights above his head flicker every time he casts. His arms - stretched out in front of him - shake with effort, and his usually perfectly pinned hair has fallen in places. Distantly, in the background of your mind, you let yourself admire him.

The loosing of his next spell, a magic missile that cuts through the chest of the creature closest to him, pulls you from your reverie, and you jump into the fray without thought. The shadow creatures screech and howl at the sting of your blade as they disintegrate around it, and just as one grabs at your arm you feel it's grip loosen as Rolan incinerates it, the heat beating against you.

When the creatures are dispensed and you're surrounded by nothing but their vestiges, you turn back to look at Rolan. He's already looking at you.

There's a long, charged moment where you both stand there staring at each other, panting to regain your breath, and once again you're struck by his beauty. He's shrouded in the cursed gloom, but his bright yellow eyes cut through the twilight. His hair is dishevelled around him, and the loose strands fly around him in the cold breeze. The cantrip above him illuminates him from overhead and casts an intense shadow on all of his features, and it makes his jawline look even sharper.

You take a step towards him, and whatever spell that surrounds the both of you shatters. His face furrows into a scowl.

"Gods damn it all! I can do nothing right - not a damn thing!"

He's shaking, possibly with rage, possibly adrenaline. Possibly with the knowledge that he very nearly met his end.

"Rolan, what are you doing out here?"

You know the answer already, you're not sure why you ask. He answers regardless.

"I was looking for Cal and Lia! What else? Instead I found myself cornered by shadow-fiends and in need of rescue. By you of all bloody people!"

You ignore his remark, "you were trying to help your family, Rolan. You're being too hard on yourself."

His response is muttered under his breath. "Or not hard enough."

You frown, but before you can argue he speaks again. He won't look you in the eyes, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"Just... be on your way. I'll return to Last Light. I know when I'm outmatched."

He turns to leave and you reach out without thinking, grabbing his wrist and yanking him back. He looks at you in shock.

"Are you stupid? I'm not letting you go off on your own again. We're going back together."

His responding scoff sounds insulted, "brilliant, so you don't even trust me to walk on my own anymore?"

"That has nothing to do with it." You pause for a moment, hesitating over your words. "I was worried about you, Rolan. I didn't know if I'd be able to find you and-"

"Oh, so you didn't trust me to begin with! How reassuring!"

"Shut up !" His face falls at your outburst, but he doesn't say anything else. "I didn't know if I was going to be able to find you, and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if the last thing I said to you was something horrible. Something I didn't even mean. So, for all the Gods' sake, don't wander off on your own again. Just..." You can feel a blush rising on your face, and you pray he can't see it in the low light of the evening. You drop your eyes to the ground. "Just... Let me look after you. Please?"

He doesn't say anything for a moment, so you look back up at him. His eyes flick back and forth between both of yours, as if searching for something, and finally he sighs.

"Okay."

You let out a breath. "Okay."

He snorts. "Okay."

You can't help snorting back, and shake your head at him in disbelief.

The both of you stand there for another moment, and you suddenly realise that you're still holding onto his wrist. You clear your throat and drop it, nodding decisively.

"Okay." He snorts at you again, but you ignore it. "I'm pretty sure the inn is that way."

He quirks an eyebrow, "pretty sure?"

You respond with an affirming noise and he snorts once more, "well, that's reassuring."

You glare at him. "Well, I'm incredibly sorry." You begin walking and he follows. "I wasn't paying too much attention when I legged it towards the sound of you getting your ass kicked."

He lets out a real laugh at that, which is both surprising and delightful. You can't remember if you've ever heard him actually laugh. It's bright and clear and somewhat musical, and the smile he wears with it suits him much more than his usual scowl.

"Is that what it sounded like? I rather hoped it was more like a remarkable wizard teaching some abominations their place."

It's your turn to snort at him now, "if that makes you feel better."

He chuckles, and you slip into silence as you fall into step beside each other. It's silent for a long while before you speak again.

"I wanted to-"

"I should really-"

You both stop, turning to look at each other, and he laughs.

"Sorry, sorry. Ladies first."

"I wanted to apologise. For the way I spoke to you earlier. That wasn't fair."

He shakes his head, burying his hands in his pockets as he continues walking with you. "Not at all. I was rude to you first, I should be the one apologising."

" Ah , so you admit I was rude?"

He laughs, "well, calling me a useless drunk isn't the nicest thing I've ever heard you say, but I suppose it wasn't entirely undeserved."

You frown, "I'm pretty sure I didn't-"

"Not quite in those words, no, but I rather think that was the gist. Regardless, there's no apology necessary. I've been incredibly unfair to you."

You shrug, and your steps echo in the silence. "Not really."

You can hear the frown in his voice, "Tav, I mean it I-"

He cuts himself off as you come to an abrupt stop.

"Tav?"

You look around and sigh. "Rolan. We've gone in a circle."

"We have?"

"We have."

You can see his confusion, "how can that be possible?"

You sigh deeply. "I don't know. This place is weird, and the fog is too dense. I have no idea where we're going. All I know is that we walked past that tree stump earlier."

There's a long pause before he speaks again.

"So... What now?"

"Honestly?" You sigh again as you look off into the distance, seeing nothing but dense mist. "We can either keep going and hope we find the inn, or we can camp out here until the fog lifts a bit."

He looks scandalised, "camp? Out here ?"

"Well. It wouldn't really be camping. We don't have any supplies. Or a bedroll. Or a tent. It's more like... Sitting down and waiting."

He grimaces. "Sounds delightful."

You shrug, "it's up to you."

When you look at him again, he looks conflicted, but eventually he nods. "Very well, I suppose staying here is better than getting ourselves more lost."

You nod in agreement. "Wise choice."

~~~

It's not like you didn't already know this, but it's becoming increasingly apparent that Rolan is not a patient person.

You managed to find a spot with a rock outcropping that made a good enough shelter. The problem is, for both of you to fit under it, it's a little cramped. But you didn't want either of you sat out in the open where anything could spot you, so you'd reluctantly backed up to the wall and against Rolan's side.

It's a bit maddening, being this close to him. His scent fills your nostrils (he smells like the weave and something musky, like sandalwood), which is incredibly distracting, and up close you notice he's covered in freckles. They cover his cheeks and forehead and climb their way up to his ears. He's also taken his hair down, which is frankly rather rude of him. It looks soft.

What's ruder is the fact that he literally cannot sit still. His legs bounce where they're stretched out in front of him, and every few minutes he adjusts his posture with a loud groan.

When his leg starts bouncing again for the umpteenth time, your hand shoots out and grabs his knee on its own accord to hold it down. He jumps at the contact and whips his head towards you, and the look of alarm he's wearing would be funny if he wasn't driving you insane.

"Rolan. If you don't stop fidgeting, I'll stop you myself."

He frowns. "I can't help it."

You arch an eyebrow, "right, so you want me to hold you down for the rest of the evening? Because I will."

His face flushes and he shakes his head no, so you withdraw your hand. You feel his body relax next to you.

"You may as well try and get some sleep. I can keep watch and wake you up when it's safe to move."

He clears his throat, "that won't be necessary. I'm fine."

You scoff. He's definitely not fine, he's been wiggling around since you both sat down. You tell him as such and the blush rises back to his cheeks.

"I'm not- That's not why I'm-" He sighs "I'm fine ."

"Ah, yes. People who are fine usually writhe around like worms."

He scowls at you, but doesn't say anything. At that moment you feel a shiver rip through you, and his face softens with concern.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself, "I'm fine."

He pulls a face at you and crosses his arms. "Ah, yes. People who are fine usually shake like leaves."

Okay, in fairness, you walked right into that one.

"I'm okay, honestly. I'm just a bit cold."

You hadn't really thought about it when you left the inn, hopped up on adrenaline, but now you're sat here you've begun to realise you're not dressed for the chill. You're wearing a pair of light trousers and an old sweater with holes in the sleeves; the clothes you sleep in. It was fine when you were racing around looking for Rolan and fighting shadow creatures, but now that you're sat still with your back up against rock the cold is seeping into your body.

Rolan looks you up and down a few times, then makes a noise of frustration. "Gods, I'm sorry. I should've thought to- I haven't got enough magic left to cast anything to keep you warm."

"It's fine, I'll manage. Besides, you're like a furnace."

It's true, you can feel the warmth from his body where his arm is pressed up against yours. You've been trying not to think about it, but it's getting harder to focus on anything else.

There's a moment of silence, and a look of hesitation in Rolan's eye, before he lifts the arm that's against you and instead wraps it around your shoulder. You flinch.

"What are you doing?"

He's blushed again. "Well. We- tieflings, that is- we naturally run hotter. And I got you into this predicament, so the least I can do is stop you from catching pneumonia."

You try desperately to think of an argument that stops him pulling you closer, but you come up empty. You're cold and he's warm, and he smells nice and his hair looks soft, and you are a weak, weak woman.

When you don't say anything else, he tentatively stretches his arm back around your shoulder, and places his hand there awkwardly. You pull a face at him.

"That can't be comfortable, your wrist is at an angle."

He shrugs, which makes you sigh. You grab his hand where it rests on your shoulder blade and manoeuvre yourself so that you're resting your head against his chest. You wrap his arm around you and push yourself against him. He freezes.

There's a long moment where you wonder if you've overstepped a boundary, but then he's sinking himself down against the rock so you can better lean on his chest, and pulling you tight against the side of his body. There's a moment of hesitation before you feel him rest his chin on the top of your head.

His scent and warmth wraps around you and you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek. His chin on the top of your head is a comforting weight, and being surrounded by him like this feels... intimate. You like it.

"I'm sorry, Tav."

You frown, but don't move. "For what?"

He swallows heavily. "I really was unfair to you. It's not your fault Cal and Lia were taken. You're the only reason any of us made it this far in the first place. I lashed out at you."

You give a small shrug, as much as you can without shaking his arms from around you. There's a moment, and then he's moving anyway, turning to face you and holding both of your shoulders.

"Tav, I mean it. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry."

His eyes are piercing and you struggle to look away despite how intense his gaze is. You shrug again, hoping you don't betray how much his attention affects you. "You were right. I'm not a leader. I just wanted to do what felt right, but I've put people in danger in the process."

He shakes his head, "I wasn't right. The best leaders are the ones who didn't choose it. They're the people everyone follows because they believe in them." One of his hands comes down and grasps yours, and you feel your breath hitch. "People believe in you, Tav. I... I believe in you."

You don't know how to reply to that, so you don't. Another shiver rips its way through your body, and Rolan wraps both of his arms around you and brings your head back to his chest.

"For warmth, of course." He says it softly.

You nod. "Of course." Your voice comes out quiet and breathless, and you feel Rolan shudder minutely.

A voice in the back of your head tells you that you're walking a fragile line, that you're slowly inching your way over it. That once you cross it there's no going back. The warmth of his embrace must be clouding your judgement, though, because you find you don't care.

Rolan's twists his head slightly, and instead of his chin resting in your hair it's his cheek. You feel him rub his face softly into your tresses and it's such an intimate gesture that you feel your heart start beating in your throat. You press your skull up against him tentatively and you hear his breath catch in his chest against your ear.

You adjust your position so that his cheek is pressed against your temple instead. You can feel his breath grazing the tip of your ear, can hear the moment the pace of it staccatos.

It's like a slow dance, the way you both slowly inch towards each other. Your cheek is pressed against his now, and you tilt your head slightly to the side and glance your lips along his cheekbone. You feel his eyes flutter shut as his eyelashes brush against your temple, and you hear his slow exhale.

He turns his head, and you're both face to face. There are only centimetres between you, and his breath passes across your lips.

When he closes the final distance, pressing his lips against yours in nervous, chaste kiss, it feels like the inevitable conclusion that you've been dancing around since you met him. You feel yourself trip and fall over that proverbial line, and as you land squarely on the other side a wall comes up behind you in your mind's eye, preventing you from ever returning to where you were before.

It's only several seconds, but it feels far longer before he pulls away.

He's far enough from you that he can look at you properly, and his eyes scan your face wildly. He's shaking slightly, as if he's terrified of your reaction; as if he hasn't faced cultists and shadow-creatures and come away unscathed.

As you stare at each other, you consider the consequences and implications of this. The complicated predicament you'll be putting yourself in if you entangle your life with his in this way, the unknown and the uncertainties of your life, of your future and potential lack-there-of. You think about his apprenticeship, and the diverging paths you're undoubtedly destined to take. It would almost certainly be a mistake to let yourself slip into whatever this is becoming.

You kiss him anyway.

You feel all of the tension leave his body. He makes a small noise of contentment and you use the slight part of his lips to part your own and deepen the kiss. He makes a very different kind of noise at that, and it runs through your whole body.

You can't resist sliding your tongue into his mouth, and he makes another noise that has your gut wrenching as his arms tighten around you. It turns heated and frantic as you breathe into each other, and when you trail a hand over his cheek and down his neck he shudders and moans.

When you eventually have to pull away for air he chases you, and you can't help but chuckle at him. You see the flush spread over his cheeks and he opens his eyes, clearly embarrassed, but too far gone to say anything about it. His lips are shiny from your spit and his eyes are hooded, and you can't help but lean back in to taste him again. It earns you another low moan from the back of his throat.

He raises a hand to curl into your hair, grabs a handful as he threads his fingers through it, and the noise you make is frankly embarrassing, but it only serves to encourage him. In the next moment, he's dragging you into his lap with your legs straddling his hips, and positioned like this you can kiss him deeper. His other hand grips your hip firmly and you mewl into his mouth, and in response he moans and grinds you down into his clothed length. You run your hands up and down his chest, and one hand wraps around the back of his neck to hold him to you. He keens at the touch.

A loud cracking sound splits through the air.

You both jump away from each other, eyes frantically searching the other to see who hurt what, only to realise the noise is coming from somewhere nearby. Breaking branches. Footsteps.

You leap out of Rolan's lap and crouch next to him, peeking round the edge of the rock wall. You can't see anything, but the noise is getting closer. When you turn to Rolan, his features are hard, and he nods at you decisively as he moves to crouch with you. He comes up beside you, glances out in the direction with the noise. He brings a hand up to clutch your chin, directs it slightly more to the right, and points between a set of trees in the distance.

Whatever he sees, you can't. It's far too dark, and the fog is still a little too thick for you to see through. When you shoot him a confused look, he mouths to you in response.

"Harper."

You frown at that, and quirk an eyebrow questioningly, hoping he can deduce your question: 'Shadow-curse victim?"

He seems to catch your meaning, and he turns back to the tree line, squinting and leaning forward slightly. The movement results in him baring the column of his neck to you, and despite the fact you try, you fail spectacularly at wrenching your eyes away. His skin is smooth and unblemished, in contrast to your own body which you know is covered in a variety of scars and marks. You're overwhelmed by the urge to lean forward and suck a bruise onto his pulse point, which you just barely manage to resist. Not the time .

He turns back to look at you and you flick your eyes up to his in what is unfortunately a very conspicuous manoeuvre. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. Instead, he juts his chin towards the harper in the treeline and whispers; "I think they're friendly."

You nod at that, turning away to look in the direction of the harper, who you still can't see. You can feel Rolan's eyes on you, and with a bolt of arousal shooting through your body you wonder if he's looking at you the way you looked at him moments ago.

You clear your throat. "Hello? Is someone there?"

Rolan leans in and whispers into your ear, and you feel goosebumps raise over your skin. "They've turned this way, they're making their way over."

"Tav?" The mystery voice calls out from the shadows. "Is that you? Karlach sent me."

You breathe a sigh of relief at the confirmation of the stranger's allegiance, and with a pat on Rolan's shoulder you stand and begin walking to the voice. You try to ignore the fact that Rolan practically clings to your side, and the small blossom of hope that brews in your chest.

"That's me." You can see the harper now, a light skinned dwarf with slicked back brown-auburn hair who you recognise as one of the men that guards the gate of the inn. "She'll have sent you out on a rescue mission, then."

He laughs. "She did indeed. Said the fact the both of you-" he nods towards Rolan "-were gone wasn't a coincidence. Her words were something to the effect of 'if that smarmy idiot has gone off to get himself killed, she's probably followed him.'"

You flush, but don't say anything. There's no real defence you can muster, considering the fact she's pretty much spot on.

Rolan jumps in for you. "Well, I'm thankful for the intervention. I owe Tav my life. We were waiting out the fog, I don't suppose you can guide us back to the inn?"

The harper nods, "certainly can. It's not all that far, but keep your wits about you. The critters out here are feral."

~~~

The first thing Karlach does when the pair of you find her at Last Light is flick you between the eyes.

"You bloody moron! How did I know you'd be off canoodling with this prick, hm?"

You can feel yourself going red, but you puff your chest out defiantly anyway, "I went to help him!"

The gleam in her eyes and smirk on her lips tells you she's been spending far too much time with Astarion, "I'm sure you did! Bet he was real grateful for your 'help', weren't you wizard?"

Rolan scowls, but his cheeks look darker than usual. Instead of saying anything, he storms off.

Karlach laughs, but you feel your stomach sink. He doesn't even look backwards at you. Clearly he's come to his senses, now that he's out of mortal danger, and remembered that he hates your guts.

You sigh, and shake all thoughts of Rolan from your mind. "Go on then, K, tell me what you found."

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Curious about MCYT with a partner that's usually calm and collected, suddenly being super angry at someone bothering them, maybe almost fighting the person brothering them? (Btw i really love your writing, it's super fun to read!!)

ooooo okay !! I see the vision, hopefully I pulled it off LMAO ; also thank you so much!! that means so much to me, I feel like my writings really corny and dumb sometimes and too boring so thank you, it means a lot to me 🫶🫶🫶

MCYT ; fire in the twilight

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity

warnings ; language, talk about SA/perverts/men being weird

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you're a very calm person

but when you get mad you get maddddd

he's surprised you haven't beaten the shit out of him yet

someone was being kinda weird at a meet and greet at vidcon and you were already stressed and overstimulated from taking pictures with everyone and signing merch and youtooz (guys should I try buying the slimecicle plushie? I don't wanna support a bad company but he's so cute :()

someone took a picture of you stretching where your shirt lifted a bit and showed off your midsection

Tommy saw and immediately called them out while you were taking a solo pic w a fan

when you heard him you just froze and nearly yelled

"Hey, please delete that. out of your trash too, seriously"

"Dude, fucking delete that shit. that's not okay, actually."

you end up nearly beating the shit out of the person....

then comes the Twitch apology 😭😭

you nearly went into a spiral explaining that it's never okay to take photos of ppl without them knowing, no matter when or where

he feels really bad for you but you're able to sit down and calm down to your usual self 🫶🫶🫶

TUBBO

you got really heated while you got matched up with a bigot random on valorant

you were playing with Tommy and Tubbo on squads

this mf set you OFF

they were talking some homophobic, transphobic, racist ass shit and you just lost it

you were READY for this bitch bro

Tommy and tubbo just sat back in silence because they knew you were gonna go off

"one, why do you trust your fuckass government so much?? two, your statements are completely wrong, it takes one google search. three, you're a bitch edge lord, four, no, I don't think I'm cool because I'm a streamer with a platform. five, you're completely wrong about gay people in general, you're doing the exact same thing being a Bible thumper right now. six, shut up! who fucking cares? how much of a loser do you have to be to hate people so much?"

the random just left out of embarrassment and you have to sit afk for a moment and catch your breath

"You okay, y/n?" tubbo asks

dude them and all your chats are worried about you bro

"yeah, sorry. that just... fuck, like, how are people so hateful?"

he reposts a clip of it on tik tok afterward LMAO

genuinley thanks you a little while after you properly calm down because it would've gotten bad if you didn't go off

gives you a little hug and stuff

"thanks for being my little guard dog"

RANBOO

you were getting fed up with how people were treating you and them online and just kinda lost it on stream

your chat was filled with assholes wondering where people were and why you hadn't publicly talked to them in over 12 hours and what your plans with everything were etc etc

"Dude, please stop. all of you. for weeks this has been going on, stop putting me and ranboo on these pedestals and expecting shit from us. seriously, it's horrible for both of us and our health. if you wanna see Tubbo or Tommy, go watch them! they're both live right now. Seriously, it's not funny and it's not gonna make us pump out more content and do what you want. we're people too, we get sad and burned out and tired. eventually content creation gets unfun and you won't get what you want. behave yourselves and do better. we don't owe you anything"

ranboo literally tears up a bit because he was watching the stream in the other room and could hear you, and you were visibly tearing up

you could feel your hands shaking and you just kind of ended the stream because you were so worked up and didn't wanna do it anymore

he immediately wrapped you in a hug because you were just so angry

gave you a pillow to punch and left you be for a while

you're usually very calm but your emotions exploded when you were bottling it up too much

they understood that but their heart bled for you after that, especially w all the hate that came from it :/

FREDDIE BADLINU

people were throwing things at you on stage during Tommy's live show

you played it off as jokes and were fine with jt because they were doing it sneakily in a fun way, roses, kandi bracelets, plushies etc, until someone threw their bra at you

"Okay, can we not?" You scrunch your eyebrows, looking into the crowd as you throw the bra back into the crowd. "That's fucked, don't ever do that again, learn event etiquette. never throw your bras on a fucking stage, it's weird and disgusting"

Freddie looks over at you, standing next to Tommy, giving you a "Holy shit are you okay?" look while also looking for the culprit trying to get their bra back

Tommy instantly stopped the show to reprimand the person

meanwhile Freddie was whispering to you to make sure you were okay

you were pissed but put your big kid pants on and continued the show

you apologized on Twitter after the show because you were really loud and kind of humiliated the people but you were justified with the situation

the people (and the girl who owned the bra) apologized and the situation was over

Freddie feels so bad bc you're so calm and laid back but ppl always have to test your limits :(

NIKI NIHACHU

people were filming you two out in public and taking pictures and you kinda lost it that they weren't listening to niki, telling them to kindly stop

"can you stop taking pictures? she's uncomfortable, please stop." you speak in a stern voice

the fans just like stare at you in shock because you're usually very calm and chill and you basically yelled at them (you reprimanded them because one it's the law two you both didn't want to be disturbed on your walk)

you're in a miserable mood the whole way home because yk how twitters gonna act when they see that

you quickly make a statement before any video leaks or anything, addressing the situation and apologizing to the strangers

ppl got ur back tho and showed support considering they were filming you on a nice walk without consent

she feels so bad seeing you get upset about it and feels like it's her fault

lots of reassuring her that it's never her fault and you're always happy to defend her and you don't mind getting a little loud to defend her

ALEX QUACKITY

you got really upset with someone harassing a bunch of creators during the qsmp Brazil meetup

"Dude, leave them alone. they don't want to take a picture with you and they don't owe you anything! you're being creepy to all those women right now, do you not realize that or something?"

you were furious seeing that many on your friends, even while on a trip, couldn't just not be harassed by men

the weirdo scurried off but you were literally this close to fighting the fucker

you were seething dude, like, shaking because you were so astonished someone could actually be that pushy and that much of a dick over a picture

Alex wrapped you in a tight hug and just squeezed you until you calmed down while the poor people who were harassed had reassured you that they were okay and that they appreciated and thanked you for standing up for them

Alex genuinley apologizes because the way you reacted just proved to him that you definitely are calm and laid back but when you got angry, you got angry

he feels so bad because you had to stand up for your friends and watch them be harassed and shit

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackityhq x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #mcyt x gn reader #they/them reader

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CHOI SAN AS HUSBAND & FATHER 💭

reading taken out of san's marriage with anonymous

for those with weak hearts please spare yourselves

the marriage

firstly, he'd get very nervous to ask for your hand, overthinking all the details, wanting everything to go perfectly according to the plan. i see that for the proposal, san wouldn't want something too dramatic or attention-grabbing, but still, he'd aim for something memorable, a moment you both would remember forever when he kneels down and asks you to marry him. likely, he'd propose on a trip you both take together, nothing out of the ordinary but something cliché yet meaningful: bed with flower petals, candles throughout the room, balloons saying "Will You Marry Me?" and then the promise of great sex afterwards.

now talking about your actual marriage, it would follow the premise of your relationship leading up to that point, and yes, it would be very good, though with some reservations leaning more towards the emotional side due to the expectations and demands that being in a marriage brings for any couple. In a previous reading, it was mentioned that san would want you both to live together "early" in the relationship. however, even if that were to happen, when he puts a ring on your finger and you're married, things would change, and it would be a different dynamic for him. san would genuinely take your relationship seriously from the start, but the fact of being in a marriage seems to completely alter his brain chemistry, and the stance he assumes is much more serious. for him, marriage is a lifelong commitment, something that must be handled with significant firmness and delicacy at the same time. i believe his parents are still together even after many years (as he mentions), so i think that significantly influences how he sees marriage and shapes his vision of the ideal type of marriage he has in mind.

if he was already quite firm regarding financial care and comfort in the relationship, in marriage, this intensifies even more. san might insist a bit for you to at least consider taking a break from your work, especially during the time you'd be trying to have children. He might also ask you to take time off from your job to dedicate yourself to your children until they grow up enough or work in something much lighter that wouldn't occupy so much of your time.

in this relationship, nothing would be lacking for either of you. with the energy of marriage, i got the lovers card so romance would prevail even on the worst days. being in this situation would make you understand even more that being with each other is a privilege and that finding something like this happens once in a million. you wouldn't feel the need for anything else, there wouldn't be anything more you'd want beyond what you already have, nothing. no 'grass is greener on the other side' thoughts, no undercurrents of dissatisfaction or regret. i see that in each other, you would find everything you need.

you would never feel alone in your life in any aspect. although this applies generally to both, due to your situation, this would weigh much more on you. san would truly be your partner, someone who does things for you like he goes there and actually does it, and he wouldn't wait to take these actions.

regarding what i mentioned about some expectations that might weigh, they're on san's side. he would be the one trying to win you over every day but would be somewhat anxious and fearful about it. he would want to be a good husband but might have a bit of insecurity about you getting tired of him, of being tired of being married, of being tired of a more peaceful life... anxiety.

ultimately, san would be very concerned and would want you to feel good in this relationship. even by putting a ring on your finger, he wouldn't feel like he 'has you.' i think when you finally get pregnant things would improve, but until then, he might have this kind of internal concern.

as for you, there's nothing to complain about in terms of how you would feel. no tough times, even the bad days are better than some 'regular' days in your old life. you wouldn't want anything to hinder you, your life, or your relationship. you could be very tough about it—anything threatening this relationship even a little could trigger a negative side of you.

the fatherhood

san wouldn't ask for an exact or huge number of children but would like if you planned to have more than one. in reality, it's more like 'let's have however many come.' he might want to be the kind of father who comforts his inner child, which might have had a somewhat complicated relationship with his own father in his childhood.

fatherhood for san would essentially boil down to 'i want to get everything right from the start so I won't be a father i would detest having as a child.' it's as if he has a very fixed and extensive idea of what he doesn't want to be, so san would try to be as much of the opposite of his worst nightmares as possible. because of this, he would put a lot of pressure on himself and worry if he's really a good father, as he could be horrified at replicating behaviors he condemns in parenthood.

san would be very afraid of being an ineffective father or husband, or that you would feel like you have to take care of things alone because he's not capable; afraid of being emotionally absent as a father and not being able to show love to the children properly; afraid of failure, afraid of blinking and then finding himself making the mistakes he fears.

moreover, san would be a kind and dedicated father who would try to be the children's best friend, understand them, and guide them along the path he deems best. he would go to great lengths to be very present in the children's lives, even if his life were still busy, so he would never miss any important events in their lives and would try to accompany them in everything, from ballet classes to football practices. san would be the type of father who enjoys documenting and keeping many records, so he would probably have a folder full of photos and videos of the family from the very beginning. then, he would want to pass on his values to the children more than anything. having a structured family where members prioritize each other is an achievement he feels obligated to attain.

* based on tarot. this is a reading of san with one specific person. his way of showing his personality and taking actions can vary depending on who the reading is done with.

#— duckie notes ⪩♡⪨#ateez tarot #choi san #kpop readings #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #kpop tarot

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freyjhasdesiredreality · 1 year

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Keep Me Alive (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N: Hello my babies! Another story, but with Bucky this time. I hope you enjoy, please tell me what you think!

WC: 1000+

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, mention of injuries, HYDRA, coma, a very sad Bucky. If any of these are triggering for you PLEASE DO NOT READ! Tell me if I missed any.

Bucky and you had never gotten along. You were constantly at each other's throats, bickering and sniping at each other every chance you got. Bucky had no idea why he disliked you so much, but he knew that every time he saw you, he wanted to scream.

Despite your animosity towards each other, you were perfect together. The synergy you got was irreplaceable. That’s why you often found yourselves on missions together. What you didn’t know, one particular mission would change everything between you.

You were on a routine mission to stop a group of HYDRA agents from stealing a dangerous tech. You were in charge of the computers, while Bucky was on the ground, expected to take out the guards.

“Don’t let them kill me Barnes, your life is in danger too if they manage to steal this,” you said while landing the quinjet somewhere hidden.

“I won’t let them in if that’s what you mean but no promises on not letting them kill you, Y/L/N.”

You rolled your eyes and left the quinjet. You found a secret way to get in, taking out the guards one by one until you reach the core of the base. You hacked the door easily. It bothered you so much. Something inside you told you to leave immediately.

“Be careful out there Barnes. The door unlocked so quickly. Something’s off.”

Everything was going smoothly. You cracked the main computer and were waiting for the files to download to the USB driver that Natasha gave you earlier. That annoying feeling inside you to run suddenly started hitting stronger. You were about to call Bucky to ask if everything was okay but then the door cracked open. A group of enhanced HYDRA agents attacked you, overwhelming your defences and seriously injuring you. Bucky heard your screams and ran to your aid, but it was too late.

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“We tried everything we could but she is not responding to medicines for now. I’m sorry but she’s in a coma,” Dr. Cho said to Steve and Bucky.

“What do you mean she’s in a coma, when will she wake up?” Bucky yelled trying to keep his calm.

“At this point we should talk about ‘if’, Sergeant Barnes. Not ‘when’,” Dr. Cho said. Bucky was about to lose himself but he managed to keep calm while Steve thanked Dr. Cho.

Bucky blamed himself for not being there to protect her. He stayed by her side in the hospital, refusing to leave, despite Steve's insistence that he needed to take a break. Bucky couldn't sleep or eat, constantly tortured by the thought that he had failed you.

Days turned into weeks, and you showed no signs of waking up. Bucky's guilt and grief were overwhelming. “You should talk to her,” Steve said.

“And how will I do that? What will I even say? ‘Oh Y/N, I’m really sorry, I couldn’t protect you. I really didn’t mean when I said I’ll let them kill you, I would rip them one by one if I knew because I fucking love you. Oh, by the way, don’t get me wrong. I know I’ve been a huge dick to you, that’s why I don’t know how to act around you because you make me crazy when I’m around you and-”

“I think I get it Buck,” Steve interrupted him, seeing he was about to lose himself. “Tell her exactly what you said right now about how you feel and let her know that you are there for her,” he said and left.

Bucky was hesitant, but he knew Steve was right. He took a deep breath and began to talk. “Hey doll. I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m hoping for it. I know I’m probably the last person you would want as a company when you are lying there, like- like lifeless. I’ve been a huge dick to you, right? I never knew why I disliked you so much, until you got hurt because of me,” he took another deep breath, hoping tears in his eyes would stop, before he continued. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I laid my eyes on you. You are strong, fearless, fierce, even Nat sometimes scared of you, and fucking smart. I hate it when you are there and here I am, an ex assassin, a ruined soul and really not worthy for you. Maybe I unconsciously thought if I hated you, I would ignore this love inside me. I regret not being there to protect you. If only I could get back in time I would absolutely rip anyone who had hands on you.”

He talked to you for hours, hoping that somehow, you could hear him. He was about to stop when he felt your hand moved under his touch. He jumped up and held your hand tighter. “Doll? Are you awake, can you hear me?”

You opened your eyes painfully slowly, trying to understand what’s going on. You were groggy and confused at first, but as your memories slowly returned, you were surprised to find Bucky being beside you, holding your hand.

“B-Barnes, what’s g-”

“Shh, it’s okay, you're safe now. You were hit pretty bad when I found you. God, you almost died, baby and I was scared that I almost lost you before you knew what I felt about you-”

“I heard you,” you interrupted him. You were struggling with speaking but you knew you had to tell what you feel before you fall asleep again. “I feel the same Bucky, I love you and I hated when you were mean so I mirrored your feelings but they weren’t my true feelings.”

For the first time in months, Bucky smiled. He kissed your hand and sat back beside you. You had a lot of things to fix in your relationship but first, you had to fully recover. But you knew that would be so easy with Bucky beside you.

It may not be perfect but it was perfect for you two.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #enemies to lovers #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you

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lupinmoonlight · 1 year

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Submission Part 2: Establishing Rules

Masterlist AO3 Submission Part 1 Submission Part 3: Obedience

Summary - You finally gather up the courage to approach Professor Lupin and share with him your desire to give up control to him. He agrees to take on that role for you, but not without establishing clear rules and boundaries.

Warnings - teacher/student relationship, heavy D/s undertones, professor/sir kink, rules, mention of pushing limits, mention of safeword, self-degradation, mention of masturbation, my grammar.

Notes - It is NOT necessary to read part 1 to read this part. I don't know what this is, but I am planning to make this extremely kinky so brace yourselves. I am also aware that this is very out of character for Lupin, but it's nice to have a little fun with him :')

It had become an obsession now. An unhealthy obsession. Every night, once everyone in the dormitory had drifted off to sleep, you would slip a hand down your pyjamas, touching yourself to the thoughts of your professor bending you over his desk, gripping your hips as he rammed into you, telling you to take it and calling you a good girl. It was wrong, so very wrong and filthy. But you loved it. You wanted him to take control of you, to dominate you. You were so desperate for it that you would take anything he'd give you.

In his classroom, it was even worse. Though you attempted to maintain some form of self-control, your body betrayed your inner turmoil. The slightest instruction from him would cause your cheeks to flush crimson and a familiar warmth to spread through your core to the point you sometimes had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to regain your composure. It was pathetic. You were pathetic. The feeling of self-loathing was inescapable.

But even so, you found yourself at the professor's office door. Your body seemed to possess a will of its own, determined to get what it craved the most: submission. You were terrified. What were you going to tell him? What would he say? Was he even capable of all the things you imagined him doing to you? He was the kindest and softest man you'd ever encountered. Surely, he would gaze at you with his gentle eyes, wearing an expression of concern, and wonder if you had been cursed or something. But you didn't care. It was your last year at Hogwarts and you had nothing to lose, except maybe your dignity.

With a gentle knock, the wooden door creaked open, revealing the towering figure who held your thoughts captive.

"Y/N! Good to see you. Is everything alright?"

He was already concerned. Great.

"Professor. Yes, everything is okay. I just wanted to talk to you about something," you lied.

"Of course. Come in, come in!" he said warmly.

You tentatively walked in, your knees already about to give out when the scent of him filled your nostrils. It was intoxicating.

"Cup of tea? I was just about to make myself one," he asked.

"Please, that would be great," you lied again as you sat in the chair facing his desk.

"So, what can I help you with?" he asked as he placed two steaming cups of earl grey tea on his desk before taking a seat in front of you.

You didn't know what to say. Suddenly your mind was blank and you were ready to bolt out. You took a sip of your tea to give yourself time to regain your composure and set the cup back on the desk a bit harder than intended.

"I-I haven't been…feeling myself lately…" you began.

He stayed quiet, studying your face and giving you time to continue, but you couldn't find the words. How could you tell your professor to use you, dominate you, degrade you, hurt you, love you in an appropriate and respectful manner? You couldn't.

As if sensing the seriousness of the situation, he flicked his wand casually to ward the door of his office, his eyes never leaving you.

"I don't want to be in control anymore," you finally blurted out without thinking. You closed your eyes shut and held your breath, bracing yourself for the worst.

He was quiet. Too quiet. And you felt stupid. You could feel the tension in the air, almost suffocating you. You wanted to leave, to obliviate him and yourself and go back to your pathetic fantasies.

"Look at me," his voice had changed, now carrying an authoritative tone that you hadn't heard before. You opened your eyes, hesitantly meeting his gaze. The warmth in his eyes was still there, but there was a new intensity as well.

"Can you explain what you mean by 'not wanting to be in control anymore'?" he asked, his tone surprisingly even.

You took a shaky breath and tried to put your feelings into words. "I-I want someone else to take charge. I want to be told what to do. I want to give up control, but to someone I trust."

His silence stretched for what seemed like an eternity, the tension in the room almost palpable. His gaze softened for a moment, and then his expression darkened. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk, his eyes piercing through you.

"You're very brave to come to me with this," he said, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I understand that this is a significant and personal request."

He paused, considering his words carefully before continuing. "If you truly mean what I think you mean, it is highly inappropriate for a professor to engage in such a relationship with a student," he continued, his tone serious.

"However, I appreciate the trust you place in me and am willing to provide you with the guidance and structure that you need," he said sternly. "If you truly want me to take control, then I need you to understand that this isn't just about fulfilling your fantasies. This is a responsibility, and I take it seriously."

You swallowed hard, feeling a sense of relief that he didn't reject you. All you could do was nod slowly, unable to even look at him.

"Good," he said, his tone softening lightly. "Before we proceed any further, there are a few things I need to make clear," he began, "this is a choice you've made, and you have the right to change your mind at any time. I will only proceed if you are fully comfortable and consenting to everything we discuss."

Your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. You nodded again. You didn't trust your voice. You didn't even trust yourself not to combust if you looked up at him, so you kept your eyes trained on the desk.

"There will be boundaries and rules that must be adhered to. For the sake of maintaining our professional relationship, these rules will differ inside and outside of the classroom," he continued, his tone shifting to a more authoritative one.

"From now on, in the classroom, you will address me as 'Professor Lupin' and behave as any other student would. No special treatment, no exceptions," he continued, his voice unwavering.

"Outside of the classroom, when we are alone, you will address me as 'Sir.' You will follow my instructions and adhere to the boundaries we set. Should you ever feel uncomfortable or wish to discuss any aspect of our arrangement, you will do so respectfully and openly."

You nodded, your pulse quickening at the thought of addressing him as 'Sir.'

He stood up and walked around the desk, stopping just a few feet away from you. "Furthermore, our arrangement will never interfere with your studies or safety. You will be expected to complete your assignments, attend classes, and maintain your grades. I will not tolerate disobedience or dishonesty, and if you fail to meet my expectations, there will be consequences."

He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. "Do you understand and accept these terms?"

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes what?" he pressed, seemingly unsatisfied with your answer.

"Yes, Sir," you quickly corrected yourself, feeling a thrill at the simple act of addressing him in this new way.

"Good," he said, his voice softening slightly as he returned to his seat.

He looked at you intently, gauging your reaction. "You must understand that I will not hurt you in any way that you don't explicitly consent to. This means that we will establish a safeword or signal, something that you can use to communicate your need to stop or pause our interactions. This will be a non-negotiable aspect of our arrangement. The safeword will be 'chocolate'."

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you managed to nod, understanding the importance of his words, although you didn't think you would need a safeword. You didn't want one. You wanted to give yourself up completely, but you knew better than to argue.

"You are expected to maintain the highest level of discretion regarding our arrangement, as it is important to maintain the integrity of the student-teacher relationship in the eyes of others," he added, pausing to look you in the eye.

"I understand, Sir," you agreed, feeling a little intimidated but also excited.

"While you are under my guidance," he continued, his voice deepening with authority, "you will follow my instructions without question. You must trust me completely to provide the structure you need."

"Lastly" he said, his voice firm, "know that I will be pushing your limits, but I will always prioritize your well-being. If at any point you wish to end this arrangement, you have the right to do so without judgment or negative consequences."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and care behind his words, and felt a new sense of trust and connection forming between the two of you. It felt surreal. You had been fantasizing about this, obsessing over this. But now that it was happening, you were suddenly terrified. Terrified of disappointing him, of not being good enough.

"Come here," he commanded, gesturing towards himself. You obeyed, your heart pounding as you stepped closer to him. He shifted in his chair, parting his legs for you to stand between them. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks. You had to fight yourself not to drop to your knees right then and there.

"Look at me," he instructed, tilting your chin up with his fingers. You raised your eyes to meet his, they were warm yet there was a darkness in them, a subtle reminder of his control over you. "Tomorrow in class, I want you to wear your hair up, so I can see your neck. It will serve as a reminder of our arrangement. Do you understand?"

You nodded, your breath hitching at the thought of exposing your neck just for him. "Yes, Sir."

"Additionally, you are to meet me at my quarters after dinner," he continued. "Be punctual and prepared. Is that understood?"

You swallowed hard, the anticipation growing inside you. "Yes, Sir,"

He held your gaze for a moment longer, then released your chin. With a flick of his wand, he removed the ward from the door. "You may go now," he said, his voice returning to the softness you were familiar with. "Remember our rules and your instructions."

Feeling flustered, you managed a quiet "Thank you, Sir," before turning to leave the room. As you stepped out into the hallway, your legs felt weak, and your heart raced. This was really happening, and the thought both thrilled and terrified you.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #professor remus lupin #professor remus lupin x reader #dom!remus lupin #sub!reader #d/s #teacher/student

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instarsandcrime · 26 days

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Tuned Out

Oh gosh it's been uh. Almost a month since I've written something??? Well, I hope you enjoy this one! I loved the idea of a sick L/uc/ifer spiraling, and being broken out of it by A/la/stor's radio show because I'm weak to the idea-- though it can be interpreted as both platonic and Ra//di//o//A//pple.

And here's a quick heads-up: Though this is still the usual fluffy fic, the spiral paragraph itself is a bit rough. So I'm going to put a trigger warning below and in the summary when I add this fic to the list. If intrusive thoughts and vague thoughts of self-harm are too much, please skip the italicized second paragraph. You can still read the fic without needing to include this part, so don't feel ANY pressure to do so if you aren't/will never be ready. Please, pleeeassseee take care of yourselves!

Otherwise, enjoy!

TW: Intrusive thoughts, vague thoughts of self-harm

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Burning. His skin felt like it was burning him alive. That was the only sensation Lucifer could feel. His tired eyes stared up at the canopy of his bed, face glowing softly with fever. Its flush spread gold across the embedded pearls above, making them sparkle like stars. He sighed, crackling sparks floating from his lips as thoughts poked and prodded at his overheated mind.

Fuck. He really was pathetic, wasn’t he? Can’t move, can’t get up, can’t get a glass of water, eat dinner, call Charlie– call. Charlie? Oh, poor Charlie. She must be so disappointed in him. He chuckled weakly, What would she even say to him that she hasn’t already thought? He could imagine it. He really could. ‘Seriously, Lucifer?! I literally meant nothing to you for years and now suddenly you waltz into my life? And instead of actually spending time with me, you’re calling from a room that could’ve gone to someone who truly needed it, ordering me to wait on you hand and foot like I’m your butler? Like our entire relationship meant nothing? You threw me away, and now you’re going to do it again?! You know what? You deserve this! You deserve to rot in your bed! Get as starving and sick as you want! At least now the inside will match the outside! You’re terrible! I hate you! No. No, you know what? I wish you got your second shot at Heaven. I wish you had at least a week of laughter, fun, and fucking fireworks so they could tear off your wings andyoucanFallalloveragai–’

A burst of static pierced the air, shattering the constricting spiral just before it could break him again– and replaced it with a new form of dread.

“Why hello there all you wayward sinners! Welcome once again to tonight’s show with your host: The Radio Demon!”

“Uuugh!” Lucifer groaned dramatically, snatching one of his many pillows to press over his head.

Right. The stupid fucking radio. From under the shadows, the sickly demon couldn't help but glare daggers at the piece of junk resting on his nightstand. Alastor had requested those old, outdated mortal inventions for every hotel room– specifically from the 1920’s era because apparently he preferred style and substance. Whatever that meant.

Regardless. He insisted that it was needed for announcements, communication, and entertainment. In other words– somewhere, somehow, Alastor was currently studying him and him alone with invisible eyes. Surgically scanning him at the seams for the slightest rip. The slightest tear. As if his prey wasn't the most powerful being here. Dramatic bastard.

“And how are you doing this fine evening, Your Majesty?” The radio sung.

“Go away.” The lump of fluff grumbled.

"Of course not! It is my duty as your hotelier to take note of every little detail of my building, no matter how tiny and insignificant. And I am ever-so-glad I have! It is quite the rare sight to watch our King of Hell lose face to a simple case of the sniffles. Truly a headline for the ages!"

An angry red blush painted over the king’s golden cheeks, immediately pushing himself upright. Towering wings puffed, pillows and blankets tossed about the bed as he went. "Now see here! Sinners get sick. Overlords get sick. Hell, Charlie and Lilith can get sick! Me? I’m just rehhh…Snff! Ugh, resti'g…"

"Resting. Of course. I suppose I will believe you for convenience’s sake--"

"Hhheh…! Het'shiew!"

"--oh! Bless you."

"Het'shhhiew!"

"Bless y--"

"Hep'shhhh! 'Etshhh! 'Tshhh! 'Tshhh-'tshh-'tch! ...HhhhehhHH...! HEH'TSSHHHIEW!"

"My goodness, bless! You sound absolutely miserable. Shall I fetch you a glass of water? Or another blanket, perhaps?"

"Nhhh– no." Lucifer protested between hitching breaths, conjuring a handkerchief with the flick of the wrist, "N-no thahhh...hhhah! Hhhh...”

He finally lowered the cloth when the tickle finally fizzled out, heaving a sigh of relief. “Ndo thadk you. Snff!" He took a deep breath before letting loose a mucky blow into the fabric, "It's fine. I'm fine."

A pause. "Ah."

"What? What is it now?"

"Oh nothing, nothing! I’ll let you get back to your rest. But before I go, could I mention one more thing?”

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s just. Well, I had my first impressions, but I assumed that the King of Hell wouldn't be so cowardly."

"Cowardly?!" Lucifer repeated incredulously, spitting a plume of smoke.

"I see your hearing is as sharp as your wit."

"I'll show you cowardly you…y-you…hhh-!" The demon’s nose twitched desperately, and he cursed between hitching gasps as it tried again and again to just get. The damned itch. Out.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite catch that."

"You…you self-important…hehhh…p-pompous…!"

"How flattering of you to notice my worth! And would you believe it? You're absolutely right! I am the fundraiser for this humble project, after all. The guide for these poor, misguided souls. Ones such as yourself."

"Oh, please! We both know you’re...you're no behhh...better than…hhhH–!" Lucifer's handkerchief raised to his face.

"Trying to use your infamous silver tongue through a sneeze? My word! Charlie had told me you were stubborn. But this?"

"Eshhh! Et'SCHHH! HEH'ETSCHH'HHHIEW!" He quickly twisted his head away to let loose a breath of flame, barely singeing the well-abused cloth.

"Poor, poor Lucifer Morningstar.” Alastor teased, his voice as soft and careful as a snake in the grass. The smattering of footsteps echoed across the floorboards, circling the bed. “Always choosing your own heavenly guilt over the needs of everyone else."

"HEH'ESCHH'HHHIU! Hehh! Hhh…hghh…"

"Which is a shame, considering the ill resident who requires attention. Trapped in their own feverish mind. Alone while their partner is away. Unable to move or think or even ask for help properly. But I’m sure you wouldn’t know how it feels for them, considering how indestructible you are."

"...There is?" Lucifer finally croaked, cringing to himself at another gurgling nose blow.

"Of course! While you were hiding in your room with your wings tucked between your legs, I'm afraid you've missed someone very important. Someone close to you."

Lucifer froze. He didn't mean.

"Mmm. Let's see." As the radio host thought stubby knobs spun on their own, playing flickers of songs diluted by time. "Rosy cheeks. Blonde hair. Red eyes that sparkle so damn brightly one could go blind."

Oh no.

"Puffy bow tie. Black fingernails."

Did. Did he get his little girl sick? Please, please don't let that be the case.

"The most spell-binding singing voice."

He thought back to breakfast. How Charlie had eaten less than normal. How she sniffled once or twice at the table. Wait, did her face look pale? Maybe the light didn’t catch it?

A knot formed in the pit of his stomach.

"Wh-where is she-- they, um! That. Resident right now?"

"Oh, performing the usual suffering patient routine. Lying in bed. Being miserable. Quite adament about sleeping the bug off. Reminds me of the ol’ picture books that star wealthy socialites and their sickly Victorian children. The ones who die due to their parents' neglect and mistreatment."

"I could help her." The fallen angel mumbled anxiously as he pushed himself upright. "I could help her right– …now..."

The second he dared to stand he nearly fainted, stumbling dizzily to grab the bedpost for support. From beneath a small string of black tentacles sprouted from the ground, nudging him back into place and under the covers as The Radio Demon tutted disapprovingly.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you. If you can't partake in the complex act of resting, then what good are you to our dear, sweet Charlie?"

"Shut. Up." Lucifer hissed, "I am a grown adult--"

"--debatable--"

"--and I choose what to do with my free time! And it's my jo-- koff koff! j-job to help my daughter when she needs it!" A shaky finger waved at all six radios. Or were there seven?

"To be quite honest Sire, I would prefer to do my tasks without your meddling. Actually, I would prefer not to perceive your existence at all, thank you very much. Unless..."

"Unless?"

"Unless you'd rather call her yourself. But I know you won't." A mocking tone laced with static, “You c̴̨̮͊o̶̗̤̿ẇ̷̙á̴̼̖ȑ̶͉̕d̶̙͚͗̕.”

“I– wh–” Lucifer laughed in sheer disbelief, snatching up his phone. “Y-you’re– you’re joking, right? I’m not some– some godforsaken hermit!"

"Then by all means, prove it."

"I am!"

“I’m waiting."

"Oh, I’ll do it! I’ll do such a good call. It’ll be the– snff! goodest caller you’ve ever seen.” The King of Hell pouted like a child as he moved his claws.

“Ugh. Lord knows how he’ll act if he gets worse.” The radio mumbled quietly.

“Whassat?”

“My apologies, Your Majesty! I forgot that your company as of late are less of the civilized and more the rubber duck variety.”

"Of all the– if you weren't stuck to Charlie like a parasite I would take the sharpest end of my tail and shove it up your--"

Click!

"Dad?" A voice croaked.

"Charlie!" Lucifer's venom turned saccharine sweet, flipping on a dime. "Hey! Hi! H-how are ya, sweetie?"

"Mmrgh...what time is it?"

"It's. Um. Evening…time? Look, that doesn't matter right now. Are you feeling alright, kiddo?"

"Am I feeling alright?" His patient echoed sleepily.

"Yeah! I uh. IIIII just wanted to check in. See if you were okay."

"Oh. Um, I'm okay." A bit of rustling and a pause. "Are you okay?"

"Snff! Me?"

"Yes, you! You looked so tired at breakfast this morning, a-and you didn’t eat anything which never happens! And you were kinda glowing? It kinda seemed bad but I didn’t want to ask because maybe it was a personal thing and– wait, your voice is…are you crying?!" Rustling turned into the shuffle of pacing slippers.

"What? No! Nonononono! I just--" Lucifer froze, feeling another itch start to build, handkerchief nowhere to be found under the sea of fabric. "Jhhh-just excuse mbe for– snff! For a seggond. Keebp t-talki’g…!"

He quickly pressed his hand against the speaker, stifling into his shoulder until the scratchy wool felt damp. "Hh'ntt! Hh’ngk! Hhh’TCH! ‘TCH! Hhhhh...HT'CHNXT'hiew! Guhh..."

"Sure. A-anyway, you called me pretty early in the morning and after all that and this. Soooo…is there anything I can do to help?"

Desperate claws scrambled to craft a new handkerchief and wipe his streaming face. "N-no! No, no-- snff! absolutely not! Worry about yourself Char-Char, I'm fi--....f-fihh...!"

Hang up, pinch your nose shut, do anything but--

"HET'SHHH'HIEW!" Lucifer doubled over.

–sneeze.

"Oh geez, that sounded terrible!” Charlie gasped, “Is that why you've been in your room all day? Are you sick?"

A sudden, very obvious realization hit him. Silently the fallen king sunk into his mattress, wishing he could be swallowed by his comforter. His cheeks burned. The familiar description. The taunting.

“Can I. Call you back, Stardust?”

“What? Whoa, whoa, wait, we’re not finished here–” With a final monotone beep, the call ended.

"You.” Lucifer clenched his fangs.

“Yes?” Alastor hummed non-chalantly. “YOU.”

“Gracious! No need to shout. Even The Devil Himself should know that a sickly patient musn’t raise his voice, lest it get worse than it already is!”

“Watch your back, bellhop. Next time I see you, no ring of Hell will compare to what I-- koff! I’ll–" The threat died with a wheeze, breaking into another ill-timed fit.

"And that's all for tonight, folks!" The radio suddenly hopped back to life, "Tomorrow's show may be a little dicey schedule wise, as our guest star is feeling quite unwell. Will he finally exit his literal and proverbial cave of sorrows for once in his miserable life? Or, much like his saintly past, will pride once again be his downfall--"

"Dad! Are you– eep!"

Charlie's entrance was suddenly interrupted when a black fist rained down on the damned noise box, breaking in a fit of bouncing springs and wooden splinters. The room stilled until a meek, nervous chuckle finally broke the spell.

"Charlie, dear?"

"Y…yeah?"

"Um. Could. Could I trouble you for a glass of water?"

#snz #snz fic #ha//zb//in//ho//tel//#lu/ci/fer #a/la/stor #char/lie

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stcverogers · 1 year

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MARCH FIC RECS!

fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over the month of march

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

masterlist

BUCKY BARNES

F + A: a date by @delaber you get asked out on a date. as your best friend, bucky should be happy for you, right?

F: gift for you by @sstan-hoe it's valentine's day and you have a special gift for bucky

F + A: ignite your bones by @sunriserose1023 you and bucky barnes did not get along, why then did he care for you so much?

F + A: lost and found by @dolcezzasfantasy 𖥻 you're arrested for disrupting the sacred timeline.

F + A: mr hollywood by @buckybabybaby 𖥻 bucky, you closest friend and teaching assistant, finally gets his big break and given the oppurtunity of pursuing his dreams. sadly, hollywood changes people and your friendship is on the rocks.

F + A: i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) by @lunarbuck 𖥻 as a princess, it is your duty to pursure the best interests of your kingdom. even if it meant being arranged to men you cannot love, not when your heart belongs to another.

F + A: assured by dreams by @sergeantxrogers 𖥻 a knight should not ever fall in love with a princess, especially not one who he has been given the honour to protect.

F + A: i want to hold your hand by @thismustbefakeme 𖥻 if sam had to sit and watch you and bucky pine over each other for one more moment, he just might lose it.

A: don't say anything by @cumonbucky 𖥻 you're done hiding your feelings and ready to confess them to bucky. your heart is broken when you accidentally walk in on him and natasha.

F + A: perfectly, incandescently by @tikus-library you misinterpret a conversation bucky has with steve and same, leaving you disheartened and hurt.

F + A: fear of falling + taxi + reunited by @onceuponastory you're in love with bucky, a pilot working in the same airline as you. why did loving someone hurt this much?

F + A: the forever third wheels by @witchywithwhiskey with you and bucky being the only single ones in your friend group, the two of you were stuck being the forever third wheels. abandoned at the fair by your friends, you and bucky are left to yourselves.

F + A: bad match by @justreadingfics you finally relent to sharon's persisting and go on a date she's set you up with. the date ends up terrible and you're heartbroken after it.

F + A: accidentally by @pomelo-villano bucky overhears a conversation you have with you daughter and misinterprets your words, thinking you don't love him anymore.

F: little things by @sunshine-on-my-mind it's the little things bucky does that makes life worth living

F + A: warrior/worrier by @delaber bucky returns from a mission, broken and bruised beyond compare, seeking you out for comfort.

F + A: so this is love by @ofstarsandvibranium 𖥻 bucky's known for being kind of a slut but since becoming his roommate, you've accustomed to his conquests.

F + A: the sleepover by @littleredwolf thought you and have bucky have been together for a while, he has yet to spend the night at your place. he's an empty shell of a man that he once was and you're willing to show him the comfort he deserves.

S: see you both next shift + part 2 bucky grows jealous when he sees another customer flirting with you

F: drabble by @itzmich03 baby anthony and bucky argue about who is your favourite

F + A: 27 dresses by @beccaanne814 𖥻 you've been to numerous weddings, 27 to be exact, ranging from crazy to extravagent. when will you finally get to attend your own?

F + A: all this love by @onceuponastory john walker has some choice words to say about bucky and you'll not allow someone to disrespect your boyfriend like that

F + A: you fracture light again by @divine-mistake you have ruined bucky. for he will never love someone else as much as he does you.

F + S: a million summers by @intrepidacious bucky returns home from college and your dyanmic shifts

F: comfort hug by @lives-in-midgard a hug from bucky is enough for you to forget all your stress from the day

F: save me darling, for you are my salvation by @rxgerthatt as bucky learns to grow into the person he can be after the winter soldier, he meets you. you and all your cafe-owning glory.

F: it's been a long, long, time by @dolcezzasfantasy bucky returns the pym particles, rightfully staying in the century he belongs in.

F: two syllables by @coffee-with-bucky bucky's moved to tears when baby ben says his first words

F: happily ever after by @redhoodssweetheart as king, bucky rules with an iron fist. for you, he's different.

F + A: why can't i say that i'm in love? by @buckthegrump princesses don't belong with commoners, let alone the son of a baker

F + A: spilled wine by @sunmoonandeddie you 're nothing more than a woman who warms the king's bed, at least, that's what you felt like you were

F: valentine's day by @classylo it's valentine's day and you're hopelessly in love with bucky

F + A: listen to me, not just my words by @lilacletter stranded in the midst of a storm after a failed mission, you and bucky are left to seek shelter in a safe house. with your friendship already handing by a thread, tension arises.

F + A: drifting by @real-jane 𖥻 in a cabin in the middle of the snow, bucky hides from the demons from his past. he saves an injured woman and struggles to keep her alive while hiding who he is and was from her.

F: there is no right way by @mysecretlittlelibrary 𖥻 lily barnes is a matchmaker first and troublemaker second

F: come home by @sinner-as-saint after a tiring day at work, bucky comes home to his beautiful family

SAM WILSON

F + A: lover by @roger-that-cap sam wilson is a certified lover boy

AARON HOTCHNER

F: realizations by @writtenbysprout aaron wakes up in the middle of the night to you being gone from the bed. he goes and investigates and comes to a realisation that you are the only one for him.

F: tiebreaker by @persephonewritessometimes you teach aaron a card game you like to play and of course he wins first try.

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“self righteous”

pairing: joel miller x reader; joel miller x you.

genre: smut.

wc: 2k+

cw/tags: hate/angry sex, anal/from behind, marking, table sex, cream pie/breeding, age gap. NO y/n and gender neutral reader.

summary: your patrol with joel goes wrong and you find yourselves trapped in one of the safe houses along your route. things get heated. set between tlou 1 and 2.

an: i’ve never written hate sex before so bare with me. if anything in the cw is not for you, please skip it. i would hate to upset anyone but even more so, i would hate to hear about how awful i am for writing it. also this is part of my kinktober stuff!

“Move it!” You hear Joel yell from ahead.

He’s at the doorway to one of the safe houses along your usual patrol route. You sprint toward him, embarrassed that you lagged behind in the first place. You’re not even sure they’re following anymore but you don’t waste time looking around. Rather, you barrel past Joel and into the safe house, flinching a little as the door slams hard behind you.

Gasping for breath, you lean back against one of the few pieces of furniture in this room. It’s fairly empty here, but that can be expected. There’s a few cluttered bookcases lining the graffitied walls and a few tables, one of which you find yourself resting on, in the middle of the room with a few chairs tucked in beneath them. It reads as an old youth centre but you can’t be sure. These rooms have seen so many lives in the past few decades, they never really represent what they were once supposed to be. This room has no purpose now, just a hole to wait out the storm in, and the only furnishings that matter are the boards along the windows and heavy bolted doors to keep the clickers out.

You take a moment to find your lungs as Joel traipses around the room almost silently, performing a quick sweep to ensure there’s nothing in here with you both. Joel is a professional at this stuff, so you leave it to him and take a few deep breaths of stale air to get your body working again. You must’ve run a mile in three minutes getting away from that horde, and on sopping wet ground too. And yet, the old man still made it here first.

You’d known Joel for a while now, a year or two at least, but he was still an enigma to you. He was a quiet man, a real grump at times, someone that most people couldn’t get along with - and you felt he might prefer it that way. But he got along with you. You weren’t sure why, but he did. You’d spent time considering the possibilities before - maybe it was the times you’d been kind to that kid he cared about; maybe it was the few conversations about coffee you’d had; maybe it was because you simply didn’t get into his business - but it only led to a spiral of momentary memories and feelings you didn’t want to address.

You didn’t know why you cared so much, or perhaps you did. You knew you were attracted to him - he may have been twenty years older than you, but you knew a good-looking man when you saw one - but it wasn’t something you’d ever address sober. There had been a few times, drunken nights in the bar, that you’d flirted a little; using some of your most eloquent and sophisticated lines like “I just know you’re a good fuck, old man”. But, as expected, he didn’t give you any sort of response you could work with. In usual Joel fashion, he had given you a barely-there chuckle and told you to go easy on your liquor. You knew he didn’t take you seriously, and that was okay. But you always wondered what would happen if he did.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear, feel, a slam on the surface you’re leant against. The vibration sends shockwaves through you and you look around to see Joel stood at the other side of the table, his hands firmly placed and head down between his shoulders. He’s not looking at you, but the hairs on your arms stand on end regardless.

“Jesus, Joel.” You complain loudly. But you shrink a little when he looks at you. He’s angry. Oh, he’s very angry.

“What was that?” He asks seriously, the low grumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Huh? Are you gonna explain yourself?”

Feeling defensive, your brow furrows and you glare at him. “They came out of nowhere, Joel. You saw for yourself.”

“No.” He grunts, slamming his hands on the table once more. The veins are visible in his forehead and his shoulder muscle is twitching beneath his plaid shirt. You’ve never seen him like this. “Those things don’t just come out of nowhere. You weren’t paying attention.”

“I did my checks just fine.” You spit.

“Oh, you did your checks just fine. I’m sure you did. Did you get a close enough look at that stalker when it jumped you?” Joel interrogates, spittle flying from his lips as he yells. “Or should I have let it get a little closer and kill you? You wanna go back and check it again?”

And, as much as you hated it, he was right. You hadn’t noticed the stalker. You hadn’t been careful enough. And the shout you let out when it sent you flying across the room had attracted a whole horde of those things. But that didn’t mean you were going to admit complete blame. No, no - you were far too stubborn for that.

“And you’re perfect, are you?” You chide. You turn your back to him and lean your arse against the rim of the table, folding your arms more casually than defensively.

You can feel him burning up behind you, feel his anger bubbling over like a newly active volcano. There’s a sick sense of enjoyment prickling the hairs on the back of your neck; knowing how much he probably wants to kill you right now just for saying that, and knowing that he would never do it.

“I seem to remember a time I saved your life too.” You remind him. You hear him traipsing around the table towards you, but don’t dare to look at him. “But you know what? I don’t think I’ve ever brought that up - to you, to anyone. It’s almost like saving someone’s life is just a common courtesy out here.”

He’s in front of you now, close, but you still don’t meet his eye, instead looking off toward the boarded up window. It’s almost palpable, the heat radiating from his body and seething rage expelling from his breath. You find yourself excited by it, desperate to push him just a little further. Would he hit you? You doubt it. But he might shout again, and the thought of that sends butterflies fervently fluttering in the pit of your stomach. The thought of his attention being on you, good or bad, sends an electricity through your veins that you’ve never felt before, but you don’t have time to consider what that means. You’re too focused on pushing his buttons for existential thought right now.

“But your self righteous attitude really grinds on me sometimes, y’know. You’re always right, aren’t you, old man?” You provoke him, turning your face to look him in the eye now. “You’ve never made a mistake in-”

Your sentence is cut short when he seizes your jaw in his hand, his calloused fingers pressing harshly into your cheeks and forcing your lips into a pout. The fear you should be experiencing is wholly overpowered by the intense feeling of lust and sexual intimacy. His face is so close to yours, the strong smell of his stale coffee breath is imprinting on your tongue, your skin, your psyche.

“You don’t know me.” Joel seethes. “You’re just some kid. Some kid whose bark is gonna get them bit one day.”

Your gaze flicks between his eyes and the movement of his lips as he speaks. And there’s a moment - just one fleeting moment - where he notices. And he pauses. His grip on your jaw weakens, but holds. His free hand moves to the surface behind you, shutting you in, and his stare shifts from intense to understanding.

“You’re enjoying this.” His voice is gravelly, earthy, sultry even. But you can’t read his tone, his feelings, his body language. And yet, it doesn’t matter to you.

You shift your thigh between his and press against his crotch, the hard shape of his cock evident through his tight blue jeans. “So are you.” You smirk.

It’s then that he kisses you, his hand still firmly grasping your face, his lips smashing against yours with a force. You’re taken aback at first, your breath hitched in your throat, but soon find his pace, your mouth moving in tandem with his. The taste of his tongue is intoxicating and you move to wrap your arms around his neck, but are stopped short when he seizes you by the wrists. He uses the momentum to turn your body to face the table, your hips digging painfully into the edge as he presses his weight close against your back.

“This is what you want.” Joel spits like you’re disgusting, like you’re sick, sending lightning through your body. His cock is rock hard against the small of your back. “Isn’t it?”

You struggle to answer, all the words (yes, absolutely and more than anything) erased from your brain, but words aren’t required here. He releases your wrists to unbutton his jeans and you follow suit, roughly tugging your pants down and letting them settle at your feet.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The old man chuckles at your eagerness, a kind of comfortable confidence exuding from his demeanour. And that power, the power he’s holding over you right now, fills your stomach with wet cement, leaving you deliciously helpless to his will.

You hear him spit on his hand and a rumble of pleasure flows through you in anticipation of what follows. Joel holds the shaft of his cock in one hand, his free hand guiding your hips into the correct position, as your body bends over the table instinctually. He enters you slowly and a string of pained and pleasured moans leave your lips. And you begin to realise just how desperately you’d wanted this, how long you’d wanted this, how badly you needed this.

Joel grunts and, holding your hips with both hands, begins to thrust into you, slowly at first but growing in pace with every swing of his hips. Your breath quickens as he reaches his desired tempo and you move with him, tightening and relaxing your muscles in time with his stride. He feels your movement and offers up praise in the form of a string of whispered curse words. One hand moves from your hip bone to your front to please you in tandem and it’s then that you begin to see stars, your cheek resting against the hard, cold table as your moans become whinier and whinier.

His hand is touching you, feeling you, groping you in the most wonderful way and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold on. Joel’s body begins to sweat, the burning sensation of the heat beneath his skin evident against your thighs, and he lurches forward to place his mouth on your shoulder blade, biting and sucking at the skin. You jerk away instinctively, a symptom of living through the apocalypse, but soon relax into him, enjoying the sensation of his teeth and tongue.

He pushes into you hard and you can feel his cock already leaking, cum dripping out of you and down your thighs, the cool liquid sensation sending shivers through you. It’s then that you can’t hold on any longer, the feeling of his hands, his cock, his teeth all too much, and you reach orgasm, your pleasure manifesting in one desperate, shuddering moan. A few more thrusts and Joel finishes, his cock still buried inside you as he does, leaving you shivering as his cum fills your walls. His sweating form collapses atop you in an exhausted mess, his muscular arms limp at your sides and forehead resting hard against your shoulder blade, his stubble irritating the large red mark he’d just moments ago left there for you.

There’s a moment of quiet as the two of you catch your breath. But before you have a moment to talk about it, to say anything, to say thank you, you hear it. That familiar clicking sound coming from just a few yards away. The two of you tense at the noise and you realise what you’ve done, your eyes trained on the light between the gaps in the boarded up window slowly turning into shadow as a horde approaches.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #tlou #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us fiction #the last of us #kinktober #joel x reader #joel x you

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 1 year

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PART 4/Finale

A/N: Here it isss! THE FINALE! I was so thrilled to co-write with @ageofbarbarians on this one! And let me tell y’all… We’re going out with a bang. Also, I would strongly suggest playing Stardust Chords while you read a certain part of this. You’ll know when to start it, as I have highlighted the title of the song ;) I truly hope y’all love it and I’m sorry it took soo long!

*please forgive any errors that I may have missed*

WARNINGS: this contains major 18+ content, minors please DNI!!

Exhibitionism, teasing, guitar riding, more bass amp filth, overstimulation, degradation, lil bit of humiliation kink, praise, very much dom!Jake, oral (f/m receiving), temperature play (ice), toys, gags, spanking, smacking, choking, unprotected sex. || Harsh language, arguing and a little bit of fighting between Jake and Sam, if ya squint.

Playlist HERE

MASTERLIST

••••

Just two weeks ago, the boys had received a call about returning to Red Rocks to play for two nights back-to-back. It was very much safe to say that they were all over the moon.

Of course, Jake wasn’t going back to Red Rocks without you this time. So, you were hand in hand with Jake as he guided you up to the entrance of the stunning amphitheater.

“I cannot believe we’re back at Red Rocks!” Sam practically squealed like a little girl.

The five of you walked in, standing at the top of the house in complete awe.

Just like Jake had told you, it was even more beautiful than the pictures you had seen. Pictures just did not do this place justice.

And as if he was literally reading your mind, Jake turned to you with a cheeky smile.

“Told you it was better than the pictures.”

“Yeah, you did tell me,” you returned his smile, although your tone didn’t sound quite as playful as you’d intended it to.

Jake raised an eyebrow at you, firmly squeezing your hand in his one time.

“Don’t get sassy on me.” He jested, but there was still a seriousness to his tone.

You definitively were starting to feel the effects of going days without having Jake to yourself. Granted, it was only three… But still, it was incredibly rare that you and Jake would go more than a day without having sex.

Sure, you understood that between them getting the call to come back to Red Rocks, the traveling to get there and just their overall excitement, the time for that level of intimacy for you and Jake was limited. However, that wasn’t going to stop you from finding a way to get what you wanted. You and Jake had a hotel room all to yourselves for the next two nights, there were plenty of ideas bouncing around in your head on how you could get Jake going.

“Greta Van Fleet, right?” A pretty decently dressed man greeted the boys with a wide smile and started shaking each other their hands.

“Yes sir, that’s us.” Danny took his hand and offered a warm smile.

“Great, my name is Anthony. I’ll be taking care of all the sound for you this weekend,” he began to explain, earning nods from all the boys. “I’d love to get you guys set up on stage and get a little soundcheck going.”

“Sounds fuckin’ great! Let’s do it.” Josh clapped his hands together, following behind Sam, who had already taken off towards the vans holding their instruments and equipment.

“Go find a spot to sit near the stage, baby. Okay?” Jake kissed your forehead and then your cheek gently.

You turned your head to chase after his lips, catching him slightly off guard. He kissed you back, slow and sweet, until he finally broke away with a smile.

“Okay, Jakey.” You smiled right back at him, but the mischief behind your smile though, that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Whatever you’re thinking… I think you should think twice about it.” Jake whispered, leaning down close to your ear.

“What? I’m not thinking about anything,” you defended lightly, trying your best to sound convincing.

“Mmm, I don’t believe you.” Jake chuckled, pointing at both of your eyes. “This is the same little look you had in your eyes last time.”

Last time.

It had been a couple months since the day you went behind Jake’s back, practically begging Sam to get you off on his amp. Again.

The three of you never brought it up around Josh or Danny, but in those rare moments when neither of them were around, Jake or Sam were bound to make some little comment, or sly joke about that day. Even if both of them chose to never bring it up, it was still burnt in your memory forever. You didn’t need Jake and Sam to remind you. All the filthy memories… They were always there.

They would always be there.

Making your way down the steps, your eyes scanned over all the rows of seats. Once you made it closer to the stage, you eyed the very first row and a risky idea instantly popped into your head.

You were definitely about to get yourself in worlds of trouble, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

At this point, you were a master at getting Jake riled up to the heavens.

Taking a seat straight out from Sam, you knew Jake would eventually notice you weren’t sitting near him like you always did. You watched them set up all of their amps and guitars. Every so often your eyes would trail over to Jake, who was plugging in various different chords and working on his pedal board. He had yet to notice where you were… or where you weren’t, rather. He was simply lost in his own little world.

After he plugged it in, You watched Sam pick up his bass and fling the strap around his shoulder. A simple action that you’d come far too obsessed with watching.

“Alright, Jake, you should be on!” One of the roadies called, motion to Jake’s guitar as he stepped off the stage.

Your eyes flitted back to Jake when you heard the sounds of his guitar ring flawlessly through the array of speakers.

“Sam, flip your main amp on and you should be good to go, too!”

Your eyes went right back to Sam, watching him stroll over to his amp and flick it on. Once again something you had seen him do many times, although from a quite different position than where you were now.

Sam and Jake played by themselves for a few minutes, until eventually Danny was ready and joined in with them - Josh falling in shortly after him.

They sang a few random songs that you knew they weren’t actually planning on playing, before Josh began to talk to them through his microphone.

“Let’s play a full song, yeah?” Each other the boys nodded at him and you could hear the muffled sounds of their voices discussing what they should play.

“Stardust Chords it is!” He smiled widely, the smoothness of his voice floating through the speakers.

Jake and Danny kicked it off, sharing nothing but a quick look between each other before starting the song.

You decided it was just the right time to set your little plan into full swing.

One might think you would have learned your lesson last time, but pushing your limits with Jake was one of your favorite things to do. And you most definitely were not afraid to do it.

Taking the hem of your black sundress adorned with tiny daisies in your hands, you slowly pushed it up your thighs.

Being that Josh was right there in the front, there was a brief moment of fear that he (or maybe even Danny) would notice. But, you pushed the thought to the back of your mind as far as it would go, simply hoping they wouldn’t. That’s all you could do, anyway.

Your eyes made their way back to Sam as you ran a single finger over your clothed core, staring at him with as much intensity as you could, in hopes he would feel your eyes on him and look up to find you.

You circled your clit lightly over your panties, exhaling softly at the little bit of relief you were already getting.

Keeping your eyes locked on Sammy as he played, you went a step further

and slipped your fingers beneath the hem of your panties. Sliding your fingers through your folds to collected some of your wetness, bringing them back up to your clit.

Your head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut and a quiet moan slipped past your lips as you worked yourself in time with the song. The second you brought your head back down and opened your eyes, they immediately locked with Sam’s. His eyes were dark and blown wide, his mouth was hanging open in half shock, half lust.

Sam somewhat recollected himself, mouthing something that was pretty much entirely lost on you.

But If you had to guess, it almost looked like he mouthed, “Keep going.”

Hoping that you read his lips correctly, you nodded and continued swirling your fingers over your clit rhythmically.

You held eye contact with each other, save for the few times your head tipped back - accompanied by a moan that would have been much too loud, if it weren’t for the boys’ playing.

You chanced a glance over to Jake, who was completely lost in his own playing.

Matching the speed of your fingers with the music they were creating, mixed with the bass that naturally reverberated through your body, it was an ethereal feeling.

You knew by the end of the song, you would be coming undone all over the bench beneath you.

At that thought, you could practically hear Jake’s scolding voice - Degrading you for such a filthy and slutty act.

“You’re such a dirty little slut.” Or, “What were you thinking, making yourself cum for everyone to see like that?” Jake would probably say.

You let your eyes drift from Sam and back to Jake, moving his body in ways that only he could as he neared his solo - only egging you on more.

Your eyes trailed back to Sam, whose eyes were fixated on your hand that was still shoved in your panties. You could feel a knot begin to form in your stomach and you motioned to your lower stomach with your unoccupied hand.

Sam nodded urgently, mouthing a simple, “Do it.”

He was dying for you to reach your high, just in time for the peak of the song

Your fingers quickened and you tightened the circles you were rubbing against your clit, chasing after your high with a fervor that you’d possibly never felt before.

Just as Jake was reaching his solo, the knot in your stomach exploded. Your head fell back in complete bliss, your body’s senses so overwhelmed in the best way; between the music buzzing your entire body and the pleasure you were giving yourself.

Little did you know, Jake’s eyes had finally landed on you.

He watched your chest rise and fall rapidly, his eyes trailing down to between your legs where your hand was tucked away. And just to make it all worse, his eyes flicked over to Sam, realizing he was watching you, too. His mouth gaped in shock, anger, lust and… jealousy…? So many emotions Immediately bubbling up inside him.

It took you almost the entirety of Jake’s solo to work yourself through, and come down from your high.

Once your eyes returned to the stage, you froze in your spot when your eyes met with Jake’s. He was standing in place, completely still - aside from his hands that continued to play flawlessly. Although, it was very clear he was not thinking about playing hardly at all.

It took everything in you not to shrivel up under his lust and anger filled death glare. But, you stood your ground, flashing him the sweetest smile you could muster.

Your eyes returned to Sammy; who was very desperately trying to hide his erection behind his bass. As the song came to an end, you slipped your hand back into your panties, collecting some of your juices and pulling them back out carefully.

Slipping them into your mouth, you could almost perfectly see the way Sam’s throat tensed as he swallowed thickly.

Jake on the other hand, was stone-faced as he watched you, his vision turning red around the edges. The only thing that broke him away from you, was Josh tapping him on the shoulder.

After what felt like an eternity of them standing around, talking with Anthony about the sound, he shook all their hands and disappeared down the stairs. With Anthony no longer blocking your view of Jake, you took in his tense body language and the way he was staring daggers at Sam.

Danny and Josh stayed around for another moment or two, before waving off to Sam and Jake, ascending down the same set of stairs and up through the house.

“How did we sound, Y/N?!” Danny beamed, motioning a thumbs up back towards the stage.

“You guys sounded amazing, as always.”

You glanced over at the stage, seeing that Jake and Sam had returned to their rightful sides.

“They said they’re staying here to work on some stuff,” Josh said, as if reading your mind. “We’re gonna go wait in the tour bus for them to finish. Wanna come with us, or stay out here?”

“I’ll stay out here, I think,” You smiled at them both softly. “I’m sure they won’t be long.”

The three of you exchanged your ‘see you later’s’ and then they were gone, ascending the stairs of the house.

Turning back to face the stage, this wasn’t exactly what you’d hoped for. You were not expecting Sam and Jake to stay behind… but the fact that they were, had your stomach twisting with nerves.

“Y/N, you have less than 30 fucking seconds to get down here!” Jake yelled from the stage, startling you.

You smiled internally, despite the raging nerves that were rapidly growing. You were only semi-worried that you’d pushed Jake a little too far this time.

To -hopefully- avoid enraging him any further, you got up and made your way down to the steps.

“What the actual fuck was that, huh?!” Jake’s voice boomed. His face was red with anger and you could practically see the veins in his neck, pounding away under his sweaty skin from his rapid heartbeat.

“And you!” He pointed at Sam, storming over to him without even a second of hesitation.

Jake’s hands collided with Sam’s chest, causing him to stumble backwards. “You have the god damn audacity to WATCH HER! Like she’s yours to fucking watch!”

“First of all,” Sam’s voice was significantly calmer than Jake’s, but still incredibly firm as he shoved his brothers hands off of him. “You’re lucky Josh and Danny didn’t fucking notice. She sat on my side, for fucks sake! It’s not my fault you didn’t catch her sooner! So how about you jump down her throat and not mine, Jacob.”

Jake took a single step back from Sam, a silent battle taking place between the two of them as they stared each other down. Both of them being far too stubborn to give in.

You stood there, watching the two of them while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. The only sounds around you, being the soft sounds of crickets as the sun had began to set and the occasional, eerie whistle of the breeze blowing through the structures of the stage.

After what felt like forever, the expressions of the two boys shifted - along with their energies. It was like a switch had been flipped... Like a silent agreement, or alliance was being made between them.

Jake turned on his heels, almost making you jump from the sudden movement. Sam looked over to you, with an expression you were all too familiar with. His lips were pulled up ever-so-slightly at one corner, his eyes narrow, dark and glistening with lust... and maybe even fury.

“You know what? Since you wanna act like a whore,” Jake started, walking over and snatching his Les Paul from it’s stand. “We’re gonna fucking treat you like one.”

Jake made his way back over to you in long strides, holding out his guitar from his body for you to get a good look at. Your face contorted in slight shock, knowing what he wanted you to do with it.

“Panties off, and I want you on the floor with this fucking guitar between your legs.” Jake commanded, pointing at your core with his free hand.

You hastily hiked up your dress, hooking your thumbs into the hem of your panties, sliding them down and off your legs.

“Gimme.” Sam demanded quickly, holding out his hand.

Your eyes widened in shock and you immediately looked over to Jake, who only nodded his head towards Sam, silently telling you to hand them over to him.

You stepped over to Sam, placing your panties in his hand; as soon as you let go of them, he was shoving them down in his back pocket.

But it wasn’t long before Jake was putting an end to your little moment.

“Sometime today, Y/N.” Jake tone seeped with jealousy and impatience.

You shot Sam a cheeky grin and then made your way back to Jake - Who wasted absolutely no time shoving his guitar into your arms with such force, you stumbled back a couple steps.

“Here’s what you’re going to do,” Jake was practically seething. “You’re gonna get down on this stage with that guitar in between your legs, like I told you. And you’re gonna get yourself off on it, while Sam and I watch. Do you understand all that, angel?”

You started to sink to the floor of the stage slowly, your voice barely squeaking out the words you knew Jake wanted to hear.

“Yes, sir...”

“I think you can answer louder than that.” Sam insisted, taking on a level of dominance much like Jake’s.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” You repeated, much louder and stronger this time.

“That’s much better,” As soon as the words left Sam’s mouth, you couldn’t pass up the chance to say something bratty.

Sam wasn’t going to be the one punishing you anyway.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to say it again.” You sassed, clearly catching Sam a little off guard.

But not Jake.

“Now listen to me, you little smartass-“ Jake took no more than two long strides to get to you, bending down to come nose to nose with you. “- If you think you’re going to get away with talking like that, you’re in for a rude fucking awakening when I get you back to the hotel.”

“Might as well push all your buttons while I can then, huh, Jakey?” You sounded nauseatingly sweet, earning a low growl from Jake.

“Do what the hell you want, princess, but just remember… you’re just stacking up your consequences.”

Jake’s words sent a bone chilling shiver up your spine; one that had your entire body visibly shuddering.

“I think she likes getting punished though,” Sam pointed out, as he watched your physical reaction. “Just look at her, Jake.”

“Oh, I’m well aware.” Jake stepped closer to you and reached down, gripping your jaw in his hand tightly. “Now let’s recap, yeah? What have I told you to do?”

You met his blazing eyes; dare you say you watched them soften for the quickest second, upon locking with yours.

“I’m using your guitar to get off, while you and Sammy watch.” You shifted with the guitar, flicking your eyes over to Sam.

“And when do you stop…?” Sam chimes in with his own question, causing Jake’s head to snap over at him.

Jake looked right back to you, though. “Yeah, when do you stop, hm?”

You looked between the two of them for a moment, before settling on the answer that you felt would be correct.

“Until you tell me to stop…?”

“Such a smart little thing.” Jake let go of your face with the slightest little shove. “Too bad you use that genius little brain to construct devious ass plans and get yourself in trouble.”

You were about to huff out some sort of rebuttal while Jake’s back was turned towards you, but Sammy beat you to speaking.

“Jake,” he inquired smugly, as if the thoughts running through his mind, were the greatest thoughts he’d ever had.

Jake released a tense breath. “Yes, Sam?”

“I think we should watch her from exactly where she was sitting.”

All three of you fell silent, you for different reasons than Jake and Sam.

Jake turned on his heel without another word, taking off down the same set of stairs you had come up. Sam followed closely behind him, glancing back at you over his shoulder with a wink that you almost missed.

Just before Jake started his descent up through the benches, he shot you a stern look that you arguably could have seen for miles. “When we sit down, your pretty hips better be moving on my guitar!”

You didn’t feel like Jake was searching for an answering, so you didn’t give him one. You just adjusted yourself and the guitar between your legs - much how you had positioned yourself on his bed a couple months before.

Your eyes shifted back up to Sam and Jake, just as they were about to sit done in that same spot you had been in. And suddenly, with their eyes locked on you as they took their spots on the bench, you felt so small. The size of the amphitheater didn’t even matter. It wasn’t the amount of space, or how many people it held, or even how big the stage was…

It was simply because Jake and Sam were watching you, heavy, lustrous gazes, unwavering.

Noticing the slight shift in your demeanor, Sam nudged Jake lightly in his ribs.

Jake’s softer side slipped out briefly to offer a bit of encouragement.

“Come on, baby girl. It’s just us now!” Jake assured, loud enough for you to hear him. “I promise, if anyone comes, I will stop you!”

You nodded, letting your eyes fall shut.

Allowing your neediness and desperation take over, your hips began rolling into Jake’s guitar.

It felt even better than the first time; an even deeper level of desperation thrumming through your body.

Your mind drifted back to that first time; when you stared up at Jake’s backup guitar on the wall of your shared bedroom, flicking your eyes between it and the clock. You’d just needed a few minutes and you knew you would have at least a little bit of the relief you needed.

The adrenaline of it was insane, but it didn’t hold a candle to the current: Sam and Jake sitting in the house of the amphitheater, watching you so intensely, they might melt your body into the stage. The new level of adrenaline was almost heart-stopping.

Moving your hips a little faster, you did your best to stay in your own little world - trying not to think too much about your little audience.

Nerves could kill an orgasm in less than a second and as you worked your way up to that sweet peak, you couldn’t risk falling away from it.

Faintly, you could hear Jake talking with Sam. You started imagining them coaxing you closer with their raspy, lust filled voices.

‘Come on, pretty girl,”

‘Cum for us.’

A rather loud moan bubbled out of you as you imagined them talking and your hips sped up against Jake’s Les Paul.

Missing Jake’s beautiful face, you forced your eyes open just shy of reaching your orgasm.

He nodded, lips pulling up in a smirk that you were sure you could see for miles.

As if your body was just waiting for his permission to do so, you fell over the edge into your second orgasm - even better than the first one.

Your hips slowed almost to a stop, slight overstimulation taking over your body. Jake was having absolutely none of it.

“Y/N,” Jake called. “Don’t stop OR slow down. You got me??”

“G-got it!” You let go of the guitar with one of your hands, throwing Jake a thumbs, up just in case he couldn’t hear your shaky voice.

You felt the muscles in your lower belly and thighs flutter and clench, as you continued rocking your hips.

Forcing yourself to keep a steady, quick speed, you chased after your third high with fervor.

“Ja-Jake,” you moaned, hoping that somehow your airy voice would carry out to him. “Fuck-“

A soft breeze drifted across the stage, causing your sundress to flow around you with such elegance, compared to your current actions.

“Christ, she’s so beautiful.” Sam mumbled as he watched you, feeling himself harden in his jeans.

“Fuck, yeah, she is.” Jake agreed, shifting around in his spot. “She’s close again, look at her desperately trying to get herself there…”

You could once again just barely hear Jake and Sam talking back and forth with one another.

Part of you just knew they were gawking over the way you looked right now; on full display and so needy, making yourself cum on a stage surrounded by colorful lights that made you glow.

Seeking a little extra help in throwing yourself over the edge a little quicker, you adjusted your grip on Jake’s guitar and brought your other hand between your legs.

Your head tipped back as you sunk two fingers into your dripping heat, desperately reaching for that sweet spot that Jake never missed.

If only you could reach it the way he could.

But you made do with what you could give yourself, and luckily, it was just enough to haul you into bliss once more.

“Oh- oh, fuck!” You cried, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

Jake and Sam both watched you intently, just barely hearing your moans and cries of pleasure from where they were seated - Watching you struggle to do what Jake told you to do.

But after another minute or two, Sam became impatient with just watching and decided he wanted his own fun.

He stood up abruptly, turning to walk down towards the stage.

“Where are you going?” Jake questioned, forcing his eyes to break away from you and look over to Sam.

“Come on.” Sam just kept moving towards the end of the row, not even turning back to look at Jake.

“No, Sam-“ Jake followed after him, their sudden commotion catching your attention. “-What are you doing??” he questioned once again.

Your hips stalled against Jake’s guitar and you looked at them both curiously.

“I didn’t tell you to fucking stop.” Jake pointed his finger at you, making his way up the steps.

“No, no-“ Sam cut in, following closely behind him. “Let her stop, Jake.”

“And why should I?” Jake snapped.

Before you could even resume rolling your hips into his guitar, Sam was snatching the guitar from you and shoving it into Jake’s hands. He picked you up in his arms, carrying you over to his amp.

“Sammy?!-“

“Sam, what do you think you’re doing?!” Jake sounded pissed, but it only fueled the heat rushing through your body.

It was your goal to get him this way, after all. You were succeeded tremendously and Sam was somewhat unknowingly helping you out.

“It’s my turn to make her squirm.” Sam sat you down on his amp, flipping it back on.

Jake visibly hesitated for a moment, but as soon as you looked up at him with a devilish and proud smirk, his eyes darkened and jaw clenched even tighter.

“Actually, yeah. Go ahead, Sammy…”

Jake nodded, his head turning towards his brother, but his eyes stayed fixed on you as he spoke.

“Make her cum as much as you want to… She’s not to move until you tell her to.”

Your eyes snapped up to Jake’s in slight shock, not at all expecting him to hand off basically all control to Sam.

“You hear that, princess?” Sam called, picking up his bass from its stand. “You’re not to move until I say you can.”

“How many orgasms are you even at now, hmm?” Jake questioned curiously, having lost count of how many you’d given yourself against his guitar.

“I don’t know…? Three? Or four?” You shifted against Sam’s amp.

All you knew was that you were at least three orgasms into overstimulation.

You watched Sam fling the strap over his shoulder, strutting up to the pedalboard that unmutes his bass.

“You know what Jake? How about you play, too?” Sam suggested, flicking his eyes over to gauge your reaction.

A new rush of wetness surged between your legs. There was absolutely nothing that turned you on more than Jake playing.

That’s how you ended up in the situation you were currently in.

“That’s actually a great idea,” Jake smirked, glancing down at his guitar still in his hands. “And at least if Josh or Danny come back, it won’t look too suspicious if we’re both playing.”

Jake slung his own guitar strap around his shoulders, basically going through the same process as Sam had just done.

When they were both ready, Jake nodded to Sam, giving him the go ahead.

“Color, Y/N.” Sam demanded, looking directly at you with a devilish smirk that unnerved you ever so slightly.

The break in between your last set of orgasms and the ones you were about to endure, had allowed you to go back to normal at least a little bit. However, just one orgasm would plummet you right back -if not deeper- into overstimulation.

Still, you stayed confident in the answer you gave him. “Green.”

“Oh, she’s miss tough girl today, Sammy.” Jake grinned, looking at his brother but gesturing at you. “Let’s play something she won’t expect. Throw a little curve ball, yeah?.”

Jake sauntered over to Sam, leaning in to whisper into his ear exactly what song he had in mind.

You watched the smug grin pull at Sam’s mouth, as he nodded in agreement with whatever Jake was saying.

“Let’s play Keep Me Comin’ by Kiss.” Jake stepped back from Sam as his eyes lit up, adjusting his guitar in his hold as they both prepared to start playing .

Unable to hear anything Jake said, you just watched on in anticipation, clenching your thighs together in search of some relief... Relief that you couldn’t believe you still needed so badly.

Suddenly, your ears were filled with Jake’s guitar and your body jolted as Sam’s amp sent vibrations through you.

Almost instantly you recognized the familiar Kiss song and your head snapped up to Jake...

Damn him for remembering all your favorite bands and your favorite songs.

He mouthed something to you that was just lost on you - obviously unable to hear him over the music and for a brief moment, you missed the sound of his voice and his cocky tone.

A broken moan tumbled out of you, completely unheard by either of the boys in front of you - driving you farther and farther into the deepest pits of pleasure without even touching you.

It didn’t take long for your legs to begin shaking and your head to fall back in bliss, despite how badly you wanted to keep your eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of them.

Your fourth orgasm started creeping up on you quickly, the coil tightening in your stomach was almost painful, but you still wanted more. You loved that burning feeling, the way your body would tense and cease just before you fell over the edge.

It was addicting, no matter how many times you felt it. And between these two lately, you felt it a lot.

You forced yourself to bring your head level again, eyes fluttering open to see Jake and Sam both watching you intently…

Because of course they knew you were close.

Between Jake having picked one of the hottest songs he could think of; a particular favorite of yours on top of that, and the way your entire body succumbed to the intense sounds and feelings, you were right on the edge. So close to the edge in fact, that you could look down below it… Right into the choppy waters below, waiting to consume you and drown you in immense pleasure.

Within a few more seconds, you were trying to force yourself to stay upright and seated on Sammy’s amp.

The intense pleasure hit you like a train, ripping all the air from your lungs and most of the strength left in your body.

Jake and Sam continued to play, watching you with their lust-filled gazes.

Panting and writhing against the amp, you looked up at Jake with droopy eyes for a split second before your head lulled back down. You were fighting to catch your breath, a steady flow of whines and moans flowing out of you like a stream of water down a mountain.

Jake took a few steps over to you, carefully using the headstock of his guitar to tilt your head back up.

“I want another!” Jake yelled, making sure you heard him clearly over him and Sam as they continued to play.

“Jake!” His name fell from your lips almost in a plea. No where near loud enough for him to hear, even though you tried.

He just raised him eyebrows at you, before turning to strut back over to Sam. He leaned in, clearly straining to talk to Sam, even directly into his ear. The veins in his neck protruded, while Sam nodded along with whatever Jake was saying.

As the song came to an end, Sam backed off while Jake continued to play.

Sam made his way over to you, and slid his bass around to rest almost against his back, so that he could crouch down in front of you.

“If you can give me one more before this next song ends, nice and pretty and loud, I might just let you get up.” Sam negotiated, raising his voice -not at much as Jake had to- but just enough.

“Sammy, i—“ You choked on the humid evening air, even thicker and heavier around you than before. “I don’t know if I can…”

“Aww, did we drain you out, princess?” Sam questioned, feigning sympathy.

You shook your head. “I- maybe… maybe a little…?”

As if Jake’s playing had become background noise, you faintly heard another familiar guitar riff. Yet another song that wasn’t theirs.

Sam stood back to his feet with a devious smirk and started stepping backwards to rejoin Jake, yanking his bass back around to rest over his hips. “Like I said, doll, if you can cum one more time before this song ends, I’ll let you get up!”

Groaning as you throbbed against the amp, you willed your body to relax as much as it could.

‘One more, just one more, Y/N’ You mentally repeated to your body like a mantra.

As soon as Sam joined in with Jake again, you immediately recognized the AC/DC song, Squealer.

‘How fitting,’ you thought briefly, before overstimulation was threatening to grab you by the throat and chokeslam you.

You gripped the corners of the amplifier, knuckles turning nearly paper white. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK-“

You shifted around, searching for even the slightest bit of relief - but a different kind of relief now. Maybe you could find just one angle, that didn’t allow for the vibrations to so directly flow right into your sensitive core.

Alas, there was no position that could provide you even a little bit of relief. The vibrations and the sound of Jake’s guitar continued to overtake your senses. moans streaming out of your mouth that the two boys in front of you, would for sure mock if they could only hear them.

“One- one m-more,” you choked out in encouragement to yourself, high pitched and whiny.

The white hot coil in your belly started to burn and tighten again; an agonizing, but somehow still pleasurable sensation.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your whole body convulsing and shuddering as you were plummeted into another orgasm.

It was somehow so weak, yet so powerful all at once. It stole what was left of the air in your lungs, what little strength was left in your body. Everything.

Jake and Sam brought the song to it’s end, and you hoped to God that Sam wouldn’t decide to be absolutely ruthless and put your through another song.

“Sa- Sam… plea… please-“ you forced yourself to speak, with the remaining energy you had left. “I can’t...”

Sam looked up at you as he sat his bass down and they softened instantly. “Hey, hey. I told you one more and you would be done. You gave us one more, soo…”

You let out a long sigh of relief, slumping more of your weight onto your wobbly arms.

“Should we go get you cleaned up, angel?” Jake asked softly, kneeling down in front of you.

You looked up at him with fucked out eyes, nodding your head just barely, but enough for him to catch it.

“Yeah? Okay,” Jake stood up, carefully scooping you up into his arms.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, holding onto him for dear life.

“I’ve got you…” Jake assured you gently, tightening his grip around your body.

When he turned around Sam was right there, gently rubbing a hand over your arm.

“You did so good for me… Always good for me, Y/N.” Sam praised, making you smile softly.

Jake hummed and you looked up at him just in time to catch his dramatic eye roll. “I wish you’d be good for me.”

You chose to ignore his comment, for the time being, not wanting to dig yourself into a deeper hole than you already knew you were in. Jake carried you back to the bus and the door opened right before he walked up to it.

“You’re gonna have to walk in. I’m assuming you don’t want tweedle dumb and tweedle dee asking questions,” Jake sat you gently on your feet and you leaned against him. You felt like your knees could give out at any moment.

The two of you walked onto the bus and you immediately went straight to his bunk to lie down until you got back to the hotel. Jake joined you and you scooted over as far as you could in the small bunk. He closed the thin curtain before he directed his attention toward you.

“You know,” He gripped your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “That was some shit you pulled back there,”

“Jake I-“

“No, I’m not done.” Jake cut you off as he shook his head. He inched his face closer to yours. You could see the way they flashed to a darker shade, almost something you couldn’t quite read. It was a mix of adoration, annoyance, lust, and anger.

“It seems to me that you’ve forgotten who you belong to,” His voice was low and his eyes burned into yours. You looked around the small bunk as you avoided his intimidating gaze.

“I haven’t,” was all you could manage to get out.

“But I think you have, darling. All of this shit you’ve been pulling recently? Don’t think it’s going to fly any longer.” His nose touched yours and you were forced to look at him.

“Are you guys ready?” Josh called. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh.

“Yeah,” Jake called back to his twin. You felt the bus begin to move and Jake averted his attention back to you. He bunched your dress up at your hips before ghosting his fingers over your soaked core. You whined at his delicate touch and shook your head.

“Jake I can’t—“

“I don’t want to hear a single fucking word from you right now, Y/N,” Jake closed his eyes and his nostrils flared. His voice was still low, careful so none of the other boys heard him. Your breathing began to slowly pick up as he started rubbing slow circles on your already swollen bud.

“I’m sick and tired of you acting like a fucking whore. You clearly need to be reminded who owns you. Owns you and that gorgeous cunt of yours.” Jake tilted his head and slapped his fingertips against your core. You whined and covered your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Show me that you fucking own me then,” the words slipped out of your mouth before you could even think about what you were saying. Your eyes went wide and so did Jake’s. The bus came to a stop and you had assumed that you were at the hotel.

You and Jake had exited the bunk before making your way toward the front of the bus. You kept your eyes down as your pace was quick to try and avoid Jake.

There was not even a sliver of doubt that he was livid and you wanted to avoid making him more pissed than he already was. You’d added more than enough fuel to the fire.

The both of you walked into the hotel and got your room keys and made your way over the elevator.

You both stepped in and as soon as the door closed Jake wrapped his hand around your throat and shoved you into the elevator door.

“Go to the room and take all of your clothes off. I want you on your fucking knees with your hands behind your back. In front of the bed with your hair up. Do I make myself clear?” He commanded, voice dripping with venom.

You nodded your head, too afraid that if you tried to speak, nothing would come out and his grip around your throat tightened.

“Do I make myself fucking clear?” He hissed, face blazing red and his breathing heavy.

“Y-yes sir,” you barely managed to get out.

Jake let go of your throat and seconds later the elevator door opened. He pointed behind you and you turned around to exit the elevator.

You walked to your room and before you opened the door, Jake put his hand on yours. Turning your head over your shoulder to look at him, His gaze softened, but you knew that he was still in a mood.

"I will be back. Don't forget what I told you," He reminded,

kissing the top of your head as you entered your room.

You observed the way it was set up and you were in awe. There was a large window that took up a good portion of the wall and there was a gorgeous view of the mountains.

The bed faced the window and there was a small kitchen off to the side. You walked into the bathroom and you were met with a marble shower along with a jacuzzi tub. The sink matched the marbling of the shower and the floors were a dark gray, almost black and there were gold accents to match throughout the entire hotel room.

You could feel your hands begin to shake as you began to think about what Jake had in store for you. As much of a rise as you got out of him from sitting on Sam's side of the stage, you were slowly beginning to regret the whole thing. A part of you wanted to keep the teasing going but you knew it was in your best interest to stop it all.

Taking a deep breath, you started slowly stripping yourself from your dress. You sat the material off to the side before sinking to your knees at the foot of the bed.

You held your hands behind your back and you patiently waited for Jake to come back.

As you waited, your mind drifted off to all of the possible ideas he might have. Those thoughts alone made you start to drip.

You bit your lip and looked towards the dark, hoping Jake would still be gone just a few more minutes.

Slipping one of your hands between your legs, you started to rub slow circles against your clit. You ran the tips of your fingers through your slick and pushed two fingers inside yourself.

Your head tipped back and your pace quickened rapidly. You brought your free hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles into it and a whimper slipped past your lips.

You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, as you curved your fingers inside yourself quickly.

"Fuck, Jake," You whimpered into the empty room, letting out a soft moan as your head rolled forward.

"It's a gorgeous fucking sight, isn't it?" Jake spoke. You gasped, eyes popping open as you looked towards the door.

"I think that's an understatement," Sam smirked from behind him. You were speechless as you looked back and forth between the two boys.

Jake turned his head around and whispered into Sam's ear before Sam nodded his head and faced his attention towards you.

"Good luck, Y/N, you're gonna need it." Sam grinned before he disappeared from your view.

Jake stepped into the room and harshly closed the door behind him, the slam making you jump in your spot.

"I asked of a few simple things and you couldn't even do all of them.” Jake slowly walked towards you, crouching down in front of you. “Now I walk in on you touching yourself while moaning my name? You're really just asking for it, aren't you?"

"What? I did everything you asked me to," You shook your head, but Jake shook his back. He reached behind you, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

"Your hair doesn't look like it's up to me." He raised his brows, keeping contact with you.

He pulled your head back and inched closer to your face. Your mouth fell open slightly and you were about to say something to him, but he shook his head. You immediately shut your mouth.

Jake let go of your hair upon hearing a knock at the door. He walked away from you and you watched his every move.

He opened up the door and he was handed a bucket before the door was closed again.

Walking back over to you, he sat the bucket on the dresser and sat something else next to it, but you couldn't quite see what it was.

"Do you remember your colors?" Jake crossed his arms in front of him and you nodded your head.

"Green, yellow and red,"

"Good girl," Jake started undoing his belt buckle, before sliding it out from the loops of his jeans. He tossed the belt onto the bed before slowly dragging down his zipper.

"Do the rest for me, hm?" Jake requested and looked up at him with your best doe eyes, nodding your head before wrapping your slender fingers around his belt loops.

You dragged the material down his thighs, keeping eye contact while doing so, trying your hardest not to focus on the outline of him through his boxers.

You licked your lips as Jake took a step back and kicked his jeans away from him. He stepped closer to you again and you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down to the tops of his knees.

"Open," Jake commanded and you did as you were told.

Jake showed you no mercy, as he hit the back of your throat almost immediately.

You gripped at his hips, but he pushed his hands off of him. "Hands behind your back,"

He slowly began to thrust his hips, but his slow pace didn't last long at all, before he was repeatedly hitting the back of your throat with a brutal pace.

Your eyes clamped shut and Jake grabbed a fistful of your hair, holding you in place.

"Look at me," Jake groaned and You tried your hardest to look up at him as tears brimmed your eyes.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, trying his hardest to not make a sound. He didn't want to show you how much he was enjoying this, since it was supposed to be a punishment after all.

You took in a deep breath through your nose and your eyes instinctively closed again.

Suddenly, you felt a harsh smack against your cheek and you moaned around Jake's cock.

You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, as he continued to fuck into your mouth relentlessly.

Jake let out a shakey breath and you felt stray tears roll down your cheek.

He bucked his hips into you a few more times, the pulled himself out of your mouth.

"Hands and knees. On the bed. Now." He pointed and you stood up. You moved onto the bed and propped yourself on your knees and you leaned against your forearms.

“Yes sir,” you said sweetly.

But In an attempt to egg him on a little, you slowly swayed your hips as you watched Jake over your shoulder. He had pulled his boxers back up, signaling he wasn't going to be using you any time soon.

"Stop. I don't even have to look at you to know what you're doing." Jake snapped, grabbing the bucket and sitting it on the bed as he positioned himself behind you.

Finally, you could see that it was filled up to the brim with ice and you felt a shudder go through your body.

"But don't I just look so pretty bent over for you, Jakey?" You tried to tease.

You swore you could've heard a small whimper come from him, but the thought disappeared when his fingers wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back.

"I'm so fucking sick of hearing your pretty, smart-ass voice right now. All I want to hear is you begging for mercy." Jake said flatly in your ear.

His words sent a shiver down your spine and let out a breath through your nose, choosing not to say anything. He let go of your hair and your head fell forward slightly.

You watched as he grabbed a piece of ice from the bucket and popped it into his mouth, leaning over you once more.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before putting the piece of ice at the front of his lips, slowly dragging it down your spine.

"Oh fuck," You whispered as you felt goosebumps raise all over your skin. His lips were wet and cold and the slightly cool air hitting the now wet spots on your skin made you shudder violently.

“Jake, please.”

He was inching closer and closer to your dripping core and you couldn't tell if you were shaking from anticipation, or the ice being dragged across your skin.

You had no time to prepare for Jake's cold lips pressing against your heat.

“Oh, my god-“ you gasped, feeling your legs instinctively trying to close, but they didn't have the chance as Jake held them open and continued to lap at you.

The ice was quickly melting, given how hot you were and once it was completely melted, his tongue pressed flat against you. His movements were slow, trying to tease you in any way he possibly could.

Jake slipped one finger into you, his movements with his tongue still teasing and slow. He dragged out every one of his movements, being sure to take his time with everything he did.

You could feel your arousal dripping down your leg and you just wanted him to pick up his pace so badly.

And almost as if he was reading your mind, as his pace picked up just a little and he slipped another finger inside of you.

You tried your best to keep your moans to a minimum, but it was hard with the way Jake's fingers and mouth worked you expertly. Biting down on your lip, your knuckles turned white from how tightly they gripped the sheets beneath you.

You could feel the knot in your stomach building, the high coming on so fast that you almost didn't even have time to comprehend the fact that you were right on it.

But it didn't matter, Jake wasn't going to let you cum that easily.

His fingers slipped out of you and his mouth was gone not even a split second later.

“Jake,” You huffed in sudden, bratty frustration.

“Shut it.” Jake reached for another piece of ice, resting it at the front of his lips like he had done before and he was hovering over you again, his face inching towards your shoulder; or so you thought.

You felt the ice touch your neck, inching closer and closer to your sweet spot.

He moved everywhere along your neck, but he was missing the one spot you wanted to feel him against.

The goosebumps rose heavily against your skin, the cool air making them more prominent. He was being a tease with the way he traveled down your back again, inching closer and closer to your dripping cunt.

You were going to beg for him, but you didn't want to give him that satisfaction. You kept the quiet whimpers to yourself, not wanting to see or hear that he was getting a rise out of you.

It only took a second before his lips were wrapped around your clit again, a loud gasp flying past your lips from how cold and wet his lips and tongue were.

Jake’s movements remained slow, slow enough to barely bring the feeling of your orgasm back to it’s peak, but not enough to fully send you over.

It was torturous and you wanted nothing more than to spill over onto his tongue, to have him tell you how good of a girl you were and how sweet you tasted; but that was the very last thing you were going to get from him.

"Fuck, Jake I can't take this please just fuck me," You whined and gripped the sheets below you. Before you had time to comprehend what was happening, your back was against the mattress and Jake was hovering over you.

"Do you really want to be making requests right now?" Jake scanned your face.

"If Sam were here, he would've been fucking me dumb already," You gave Jake a sinister smile and his eyes became almost black.

He opened his mouth to speak, but another voice beat him to it.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, doll." Sam spoke up, as he rounded the corner.

Your eyes shot over to him and you could feel all of the blood draining from your face.

"Jake, I- He- What the fuck?" you were completely dumbfounded by the fact that he was even here.

"What is it, dove? Didn't hear him come in while you were a whining mess under me?" Jake pushed his lip out, giving you a fake pout and you shook your head. Your mouth was dry and you didn't know what to do or say.

"What? That smart mouth has nothing to say for once?" Sam snickered.

You so badly wanted to find a good come back, but your brain was empty, all you could think about was the two boys in your room and how after tonight you were going to be absolutely done for.

"Here's how this is gonna go," Jake held your face in place with one of his hands and you couldn't help but stare directly into his darkened eyes.

"You don't get to cum until I say so,"

"I think I already knew that you don't-"

Smack.

You stared at Jake with wide eyes, the sting across your cheek processing only seconds later.

He stared at you with a stern look, but you could see the slight worry in his eyes thinking he had taken it too far.

You didn't say anything besides staring at him in amusement and even more lust.

"Sam can you go into the top zipper pocket in my suitcase and grab what's in there." Jake turned his attention to his brother and Sam nodded before kneeling beside Jake's suitcase.

You tried to watch him as best as you could, but Jake turned your head to face him again.

"I tried avoiding this, but you don't know how to keep your mouth shut," Jake shook his head as he reached out to Sam.

Sam placed the item in his hand and you suddenly had a gag in full view.

‘When the fuck did he even get that?’ You frantically questioned in your head.

“Head up, mouth open," Jake commanded firmly.

You lifted your head as you were told and Jake placed the ball into your mouth, securing the strap in the back.

"Oh my fucking god," Sam whispered to himself.

He stared at you in disbelief, his eyes darkening much like Jake's.

Jake moved from above you and went over to the mini fridge where he had stored some of his alcohol. He pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel's and twisted the top off and took a swig straight from the bottle.

Sam leaned over you, dragging his fingertips down your stomach so lightly it was almost as if he wasn't touching you. His movements were slow, inching closer and closer to your center.

You squirmed from the soft touch, and Sammy just continued staring at you in a state of awe.

"Yeah? You like how she looks, Sammy?" Jake smirked, walking over to his brother.

Sam barely even acknowledged that Jake was asking him a question.

"How about you let sweet, sweet Y/N know that you won't keep spoiling her, either?" Jake suggested, raising a brow as he looked down at you; so helpless.

"I never spoiled her..." Sam defended himself, breathless as his eyes raked over you for the billionth time.

You scoffed through the gag, the thoughts of the night you had spent with Sam and how he treated you. The way he whined under your touch, the shower the two of you had, him telling you how good you made him feel.

You were spoiled and you all fucking knew it.

"We all know that's not exactly true," Jake shook his head, taking another swig from the bottle of liquor.

"Whatever," Sam rolled his eyes. "Luckily, I like to be a tease just for the hell of it. Pretty baby, can't even tell me how good she wants me to make her feel," He fake pouted and your breathing intensified. His fingers dipped between your thighs, dancing lightly over the spot you needed him the most.

You tried to shift your hips to get any sort of friction from him, but Jake's hand came down and held you in place.

"Have your fun with her Sammy, she's not moving." Jake smiled down at you. Sam's fingers rubbed quick circles against your clit and you whined, wanting to pull your hips away from him.

You could feel another orgasm building, so close to the brink of spilling over. Before you could even reach the high, his fingers were gone.

"I have a vibrator, think we should torture her a bit?" Jake suggested and You shook your head quickly as a smile spread across Sam's face.

Sam’s smirk was wicked. “Go get it.”

Jake went over to your suitcase and grabbed the vibrator that you thought you had hidden from him back at home.

Obviously you didn’t do the best job.

He pushed the button causing the toy to come to life before handing it to Sam.

Sam adjusted himself next to you and he pressed the toy to your clit. You moaned into the gag, the feeling of another orgasm already building.

"So sensitive, hm?" Sam cooed. His lips connected with your sweet spot, nipping at the spot before soothing it with his tongue. “I bet you are, baby doll. As many times as you’ve cum today.”

“I bet it sucks to cum so much and now you can’t.” Jake added on. “Maybe you don’t deserve anymore at all today.”

Crawling over top of you as you shifted around, Jake slid his boxers down his legs and ran his tip through your folds, collecting enough of your arousal to completely coat him.

“God, you’re fucking soaked. Gotta feel you wrapped around me,” was all Jake said before thrusting into you, giving you little time to adjust.

He set into a steady pace, sending your body further into the pillows with each thrust.

“Looks like she feels so good, Jake.” Sam cooed lowly. “Should I let her cum?”

“No. Not yet.” Jake's thrusts were quick and sharp, hitting every spot inside of you so perfectly.

You were seconds from spilling over the edge, then Sam moved the vibrator from your clit, following Jake’s command.

The urge to scream into the gag was unreal, to say the very least.

He lazily dragged it across your stomach and you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded from all the denial.

Sam removed his lips from your neck, using his free hand to wrap around your throat.

Tears clouded your vision as you looked at Sam who had a dark look in his eyes. His grip was tight and you could feel your vision becoming hazy.

Sam moved the vibrator to your clit again and your eyes clamped shit. The gag doing a surprisingly poor job at silencing the high pitched noises you were making.

Your hands instantly found home against Jake's back and He hissed as you dragged your nails against his skin, sharp enough to draw blood.

"Let her cum," Jake groaned and Sam's hand left your throat. As soon as it did, you could feel yourself spilling over the edge.

There was no air left in your lungs, the stars growing thicker in your vision and your head began to throb.

“Jake said to let you cum,” Sam spoke lowly. “So cum for us. C’mon. Do it for me- For Jake.”

You let out a loud moan that was barely even muffled by the gag and Jake continued his brutal pace into you as you came around him.

“Shut up, Sam.” Jake huffed, becoming slightly possessive. “Only for me, pretty girl.”

Your body was limp, your orgasm already draining your energy. Jake's hips began to falter and you knew he wasn't far behind you.

His fingertips were digging into your sides hard enough that you knew you'd be bruised.

You moved your arms with the little strength you had left and pushed the hair that was sticking to Jake's forehead out of the way.

"Sam, take her gag off," Jake grunted. “Please.”

You lifted your head as best as you could, so Sam could take the gag off of you.

As soon as it left your mouth Jake's lips connected with yours and you moaned into his mouth.

Sam's lips connected with your neck and you could feel another orgasm wanting to take over.

"Jake, I-" Your voice was cut off by a high-pitched moan.

Your high took over, but it was stronger than one you had felt all day.

The space between you and Jake grow significantly wetter and your eyes rolled back into your head. there wasn't a sound to be heard around you as your body became completely numb.

Groaning, you rolled over in bed, being met with another warm body that you instantly knew to be Jake’s.

As you shifted, a soft groan rumbled out of his own chest.

After a second or two, Jake flipped over on his back, eyes slowly fluttering open to look at you.

“Did you sleep good, angel?”

“Mhm.” you hummed, not bothering to open up your own eyes as you cuddled into him, laying your head on his chest. “M’never doing anything sneaky.”

Jake chuckled, deep and gravely as his voice was still laced with sleep. “Yeah I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“Where’s Sammy?” You decided to change the subject entirely.

“He went to bed after he helped me clean you up last night.” Jake explained, tilting his head to the side to place a kiss on your temple. “I don’t know who was more worn out, him or you.”

“I’d say me, since I fainted again.”

“You cannot keep doing that,” Jake scolded playfully. “You’ve scared the absolute fuck out of me both times.”

“You just make me feel that good, i guess.” You giggled, finally cracking one eye open.

“Sam was also there,” Jake reminded you through a little smirk.

“And I can assure you, he’s never gonna let you live it down.”

“Mm, that’s just fucking great.”

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can i request a uppermoons x female reader who is like jinx from arcane (you can watch arcane on netflix!!)

I have watched Arcane, good show, saying it as a person who never played LOL. It's one of those series where one minute leaves 3 hours discussion of a topic, and Jinx is wonderful in it. I love what they do with her, showing her struggles with her mental issues and the violent and political world around her, one having to accept that she is very hard to deal with as everyone is trying their best and failing at whatever they are doing.

Let's see if I can make her justice.

Female Reader like Jinx (Arcane ver) interacting with the Uppermoons

Warnings: Small Hantengu, Cannibalism, Unhealthy relationships, Mental health issues and neglect, Bad coping mechanism, Implied polyamory (can be read with Hantengu and all the clones, some or just one), Excesive use of violence, Bullying, Mentioned non-character human death amd Slight angst.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

If Gyutaro had a yen for every girl that got attached to him in an unhealthy manor creating a dynamic of co-dependance due several mental issues that remained unsolved because his over-protectiveness and his comforming nature, he would have two yen. Which isn't much, but it's weird it happened twice, specially with how ugly he is. But Daki doesn't mind and you seem to like his unsettling face and body. Gyutaro is not against taking care of you both, he doesn't mind and will gladly make his life about someone he loves for the sake of having any worth and purpose...

The problem, or one of them, at least, is that Daki nor you like Gyutaro taking care of the other. You both seem to want the older demon for yourselves, having him comforting you, making every tiny bit of ick and pain go away. "I was here first! I was with him before you! I will be here when you are gone! You are only a phase! Get lost and stop bothering my onii-chan!" "Shut up! If I am a phase then why are you so bratty about it! Just accept that your brother likes me better than you! Right Nichi-nichi?" You talk to a blade from a dead slayer that you turned into a snake toy, hearing what it has to say. Nichi-nichi agrees with you, "of course you are more likable than that Daki bitch", you knew it would agree. And yes, Nichi-nichi pronouns are it/them, thank you very much.

Gyutaro just puts himself in between you both, letting you grab one of his arm and pull as she grabs the other. "Enough! Ne, both of you! Stop insulting each other, ne." He scolds both of you, not minding as both of you play with his arms, Daki bringing his hand to her face to have Gyutaro comforting her. "Onii-chan! Onii-chan, Y/N was mean to me!" Really, he has no idea how to deal with you both. What is he even meant to do, last time he chose Daki as the winner of the argument you not only tried to harm her but harmed yourself in the process. And he can't just... not side his little sister. The worst part is that he doesn't want you to leave, and you don't want to leave neither.

"Please, ne.. stop fighting." He pulls both of you into a hug, letting his sister nuzzle against his stomach and you against his hack, using his hands to sooth both of you, sighing when you both relax enough to the point you are almost asleep. Seriously, what is he meant to do?

Gyokko:

"STOP STEALING MY MATERIALS, YOU CRAZY WOMAN!!" He screams on top of his lungs as you stole some bones and katanas, besides some paint and ceramics to build a 4 bladed gun with shark appereance... with his stuff. "What?" You ask him, seeing his horrified look at the materials spread on the floor, some even wasted, to make... to make.. "What even is that?" He ask, not really knowing what to say, feeling his head is going to explode. "You like him? His name is Fishbones! He is a fish, just like you! Say "hi" Fishbones! "Hello Gyokko, is very nice to meet ya"."

Fishbones... fishbones, of course. WHY THAT PIECE OF TRASH HAS A NAME! WHY ARE YOU- WHY?! "My head hurts." He really doesn't know how to deal with the insane, with you. He means, you are fun to be around, always helpful to kill people and fetch materials of all times, you are also very creative and a piece of joy... most of the time. Other times you just behave like a brat, and he would usually get rid of you by now but he guess it was his mistake to warm up to you.

"Hey! It's rude to ignore people, Mer-artist. Fishbones is sad now!" You move Fishbones so the "face" looks down for him to be able to express his sadness. Sometimes Gyokko is just so rude! He should thank the gods that he is funny and has the best materials for art, or else you wouldn't stick around. He makes a weird face, which you guess could also be a normal face since his face is weird, and you just tale Fishbones closer to you. "Don't worry, Fishbones. The ugly mermaid is just like that, he will warm up to you." You reach your ear closer to hear what he has to say as Gyokko decides to ignore you for now, and god that was funny, you laugh at Fishbone's voices. "Hahaha! Good one!"

"Why did I do this to myself?" He ascts as he sees you running away to play... he should have just killed you the day he met you. For real.

Hantengu + Clones:

Hantengu... stands you. You are not the safest person to be around and not only he feels intimidated by you, but also a bit afraid. You are always on something, so, while he appreciates you and likes you, he prefers leaving you to his clones most of the time, who can entertain you and keep up with you easier. That doesn't stop you from pulling him off his safe space, taking in your hand when he is small and running around with him. "AHHHH! EEEEAAK! LET ME GO, PLEASE LET ME GO!" You only laugh and keep running as Karaku laughs while Urogi flies over your head, playing with you. "I will catch you! I will catch you!" "Try to catch me! But I have Hantengu! I am the queen of the ga-" you are interrupted with Sekido and Aizetsu arriving.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! CAREFUL WITH THE MAIN BODY!" He says angrily as he walks where you are, everyone in their places without moving, until Sekido tries to reach your arm, making you dodge and keep running. "Catch me if you can!" Everyone stays dumbfounded for a while as Hantengu begins to scream again, grabbing himself on your fingers as the anger clone starts to build up fury as Karaku and Urogi begin laughing. "This is so sad, Hantengu looks like he will throw up. You are all just torturing the poor thing." Knowing he won't be heard, the sad clone just steps aside as Sekido explodes. "Y/N YOU FUCKING-"

He was about to strike you with the power of his staff but Karaku stops him as Urogi keeps chasing you. "Hey, hey, Sekido. Don't get so angry or you will be the one hurting the main body!" All the arteries seem to want to explode with some veins in the anger clone body, who just looks at the pleasure clone before stabbing him "THEN YOU GO GET THEM, YOU LAZY FUCK!" Karaku laughs as he heals "Ok! Guys! I was told to play with ya all!" This, again, angers Sekido as you all start chasing each other, except for Aizetsu who was waiting for everyone to calm down before inserting himself in all the action.

You like this group, it's mostly cozy and there is always someone willing to pay attention to you, to take care of you, listen to you. There are no expectations, just fun, being able to be a chaotic as you want, and you get to prove who you are in battle. "Got you!" Urogi lands on top of you, the impulse making you throw Hantengu in the air, being catched by Aizetsu's spear. "I think that was enough for today. It's making me sad." "Hahaha, great catch you both!" "Thanks!" "So scary! So scary!" "Can't you all stop causing trouble?!" Ypu would not change them for nothing. "That was great! Who wants another game?" "YES!" "NO!"

Nakime:

Look, you are a lovely woman, Nakime thinks it's endearing how you make your own projects and build up little things, as chaotic as they mey turn. You have like 7 rooms and 5 hallways to destroy as you wish in her castle, where you create your tinckets. She is very patient with you, listening to your problems when you want to talk about them, which you barely do, and gives you space when you need it. Sure, she doesn't talk as much as you probably wished she did, and Nakime does have her responsibilities, she still doesn't understand...

What did she ever do to you to blow up her room?! Nakime doesn't need to sleep, but of course she keeps a place for herself, one with luxuries and things she would have liked to have as a human, and now the surfaces are all burned up with the place destroyed. Her books, dresses, extra biwas... all gone. She doesn't even know how to react, the biwa of her Blood Demon Art almost slipping through her fingers. No words come from her mouth as you stand there, also burned but not as harmed as you could be. "Hey! Haha... this is not what it looks like."

Nakime then comes out of her shock. "What happened?" She knows better than to word it as "what did you do" since... you are not stable, at all. She understands that, and she also understand you have different needs from her, that your way of interacting with the world is naturally... other. Nakime likes to think that her stability is something that you need, something that will be good for you, as long as she can keep everything under control, as long as you both are in the castle. "I... wanted to make you a gift... but it didn't work like I wanted." You are guilty, you know how much Nakime loved the things in her room and you ruined it.

No, what are you talking about? You didn't ruin anythin, you had good intentions, you wanted to be helpful. That is enough, righ? You don't need to feel guilty about it, right? Right?! Nakime takes a deep breath before putting her hands in the side of you face gently, you can feel her loong nails scare away the ick and noise of your self doubt as her palms, not soft nor harsh, comfort you. "Ok. How about you lead me to your rooms next time." She is angry, but she also understand that her anger will be harmful, so as long as she can control everything... it will be fine. "Ok, next time!" You rush to put aside any bad feeling, relying in Nakime's stability for it.

Akaza:

He has to take care of you, he understands... you are a woman, and you are sick. Not the typical sick that can be cured, not that it ever bothered, but a sick more like... like Douma, not that Akaza will ever admit it. You have problems, a lot of them, and most lead you to cause problems. He understands that you want to prove your worth at the same time you just want to be able to live your life, he really does... but you need to stop. You need a break. To try and heal and it's awful because he can't nurse you as he should-

"Pinkie-flake! What are you thinking about? Your frown can basically shout in my ear." He doesn't get startled even when you break his concentration as you jump over his back, wanting a bit of attention. Akaza is nice, too worried for it to be healthy for either of you, as far as you are concerned, but he served as the best source of comfort. Now, if only he dared to let you fight, then things would be much better. Still, you like him a lot, Akaza lets you rambles and pays attention to you, trying to find solutions to your problems and is always around, so you never feel lonely or abandoned. "C'mon! Smile for me!" You say as you move to sit on his lap.

It's an innocent gesture, unlike what anyone would think, and Akaza understand that you want, need, the physical contact as he moves his arms to hold you in a more stable way. "C'mon 'flakes, say something!" He only looks at you for a while, not having idea what to say, or to do, besides embrace you close. It's a bit scary to not know what to do with you, because you do need help even if you don't want to accept it. Help that he can't give. "I'm thinking." Is all the can mutter.

You are not fine with not being told what is happening, so you start to poke his cheek with your finger, making sounds effects when you do. Akaza still lets's you be, berely noticing when the finger is replaced by a knife, stabbing the side of his mouth, blade meeting his teeth and tongue with the metalic taste of blood and the weapon itself. He turns to see you as he heals. "Oops... my bad." You laugh nerviiusly as you put the knife away, and Akaza feels like he is about to cry at the loss. "It's ok. It doesn't really affect me." "like if affects on you", he doesn't say.

Douma:

"Y/N! Can I ask you a favor? I have a pretty lady in my room, could you go there and make me dinner while I finish speaking with a recent follower of mine?" You do, eager to prove that you can do it, eager to test a new item you made with materials Douma gave you, you want to show you appreciate it, that you can help. You just want to help. So you do, as much as you can, even if that includes killing an innocent woman. If you are affected by it or not, it's not your priority.

"Well, it's a bit messy here." He comments, you over did it, you can admit that, but it's not like Douma minds. On the contrary, he seems cheerful at it. "Not that I would left the place better, my killings are almost clean, but I am a messy eater." He sits besides you as you smirk and laugh "Oopsie." He only laughs with you as he picks up a piece of leg and takes a bite, blood splashing in his face, making you laugh louder. "So..." he starts after chewing a little, swallowing before he continues. "How was your day?"

You start to ramble about it, making jokes and comments, sharing the moments with Douma as he listens, or is very good pretending at the least. He is interactive, but a paranoid part wonders if it's because he grew up doing this, he knows how to react, but does he actually care? Still, you would not just stop coming to Douma, who is not only a good resource of... everything, honestly, but he is just great. He lets's you do as you want, makes sure to listen, you both can have fun together, gives you chances to prove yourself. Really, why would you dislike Douma? Because he is fake? New flash, not everyone is as honest as they like to pretend they are.

Douma finds you entertaining, odd and new, exciting. He understand that you are both weird, that you should have been in a way that was not the same results as expected. Something is wrong with you, just like something is wrong with every demon he has met, himself included. Maybe one day he can turn you into one, would be hell of a demon lady, might even reach the Kizuki system. But those are thoughts, right now he is pretending he can help you, when honestly, nobody can. "Oh, really? Tell me more."

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou doesn't know what to do with you, rambling and using objects as toys, he thinks you as childish. It doesn't help the fact that you are sensitive, getting upset quite easily, but hiding it most of the time. Not that he would like to be responsible for your feelings, he can barely deal with his, so both of you shutting them down seems good enough. "Shi-Bobo! How've ya been! Missed me?" Urg, and the nickname. Seriously, he doesn't even know if you mean it as "death-eye-eye" or "death-moo-moo", why are you calling him that?

"It's not appropriate to call me that." Is the only thing he says, ignoring his question asn you walk around him playfully, slowly and gracefully before suddenly jumping on hin, graving yourself by his shoulders as you put a knife in his throat. Is it even a nichirin one? "C'mon, give a girl a break. It's always "blah blah blah rules! Blah blah etiquette! Blah bla blo-bloring-boring!" Say something fun for once!" His answer? Silence.

"Urg! You are so boring." You put the knife away, losing interest due the lack of reaction. Is it really too much to want something to happen? Something fun! A distraction from... ya know... everything. You really like Kokushibou, he is pretty and elegant, sometimes shy, which makes him easy to mess with. Other times he is just stoic, reacting at nothing, so you always have different buttons to press. So you move around him again before suddenly cutting one leg of his hakama pants and a little bit os skin. He didn't dodge due the surprise and the fact you didn't really hurt him... well, his pride is hurt with a leg exposed.

"What is wrong with you?!" He almost screams, almost, as he raises his voice and face becomes red ah he looks bashed and angry at you at the same time, you didn't know that mix was possible before him. "Awww. Is Shi-Bobo embarrased that his leg got exposed? Is he afraid to be grabbed by it? Big strong demon not liking the attention?" He reaches his sword, genuinely questioning if he should draw it out and slain you. He takes a few breaths, calming down, clearly flustered as you keep talking, not bothering with the fact he is doing his best to ignore you, but then.... "Run or I will end you." Some seconds of silence before you laugh and start running. "Sure, let's play tag! You're it!" He really doesn't know why he bothers to try with you. Really.

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fairytoge · 2 years

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Can you please do dating headcanons with Nanami Gojo and Geto? 🥰

Idk if you have a limit 👀

dating headcanons ; n.kento, g.satoru, g.suguru

notes!!

yes of course i can! i absolutely adore this idea and tysm for requesting :)

other parts ; i.yuuji, f.megumiㅤi.toge, o.yuutaㅤk.choso, z.naoya

m.list

n.kento

being in a relationship with nanami would be the real life version of every sappy romance novel you have (or haven't) read

in short terms, he is an angel and everyone is jealous that they're not him or that they're not dating him

but despite that, you two are what people aspire to be like

when nanami first asks you out, i feel like he'll mention pretty soon after about how the two of you should always be open and honest with each other

this man has been heartbroken 😭

but yeah, he also seems like he'd schedule dates for every friday evening — making sure to always mark it in his calendar and get off work extra early so that he can get ready

date nights around nanami's!!!!

he'll cook the most gourmet and delicious dish for you that you've ever had and you just fall in love with him more and more and that's ignoring how his sleeves are rolled up his forearms

nanami is also a favourite for your family!! each time you go and visit your parents or siblings, they always ask about how he is, or when he'll next visit them

it's annoying but you just bear it with a smile and remember that nanami will be waiting for you at home by the time you get back :((((

i feel like he is also willing to do practically anything for you

like, he'll make you a cup of tea or coffee in the morning alongside his, knowing just how you like it after your first date where you off-handedly shared your preferences

nanami will take your self-care sososososo seriously as well

on nights when you just flop onto your bed and grumpily state that you can't be bothered to do your skincare routine, nanami will take it upon himself to apply all the products to your face for you

he'll make sure that you don't overwork or stress yourself, and when you state that he needs to take care of himself as well, you two make a pinky promise to look after each other and yourselves.

overall, nanami would make the perfect lover and i am not accepting any other opinions :(

g.satoru

if you are in a serious relationship with gojo, then you two are basically set to be together (or at the very least have a friendship) for the rest of your lives

like it sounds dramatic but...

if your relationship is healthy, which gojo's is with you, then that would mean that he would've had to not only learn to let his walls down around you and trust you but that you would also know a lot about his past

he would probably take a few months to properly trust you but that's okay

it would also take a bit of time and effort for both you and gojo to build a high level of openness with each other, but once you have, the two of you are closer than ever

now!! how he would behave as your boyfriend 🥺

gojo seems like the type of lover who will tease you for anything and everything but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care!!

if anything, he loves you so much that it makes him uncomfy almost?? like, he feels like he's constantly being embraced around you and he isn't used to being that vulnerable :(

protect him pls ....

anyway, he'll make fun of your hair each morning just after you've woken up, even though just moments earlier he had been admiring your perfect features as you slept

gojo also seems like the type of boyfriend to do things silently

he'll go out just for you and buy you the snack that you mentioned earlier, or a piece of clothing you had wanted to purchase for a while but never had

you'll just find them randomly in your shared kitchen and, when you confront him about buying it, he'll pretend he doesn't know what you're talking about

gojo also seems like the sweet boyfriend who will also never fail to embarrass you in public 😭

like, you'll be randomly walking down the street and suddenly a wasp lands on his arm or something and he'll just start screaming

you do love him, but at moments like those, you wish you didn't not really though

g.suguru

geto would be an interesting lover

i feel like his appearance, and how he presents himself when meeting new people, is very misleading to how he actually behaves

so when your relationship with him becomes more serious, geto takes it upon himself to properly open up to you and gradually shows you his real personality

this only snowballs into you two falling for each other even more and promotes him to share all of his interests and aspirations with you; all whilst you gaze up at him talking with stars in your eyes

you admire how he takes everything in his stride, and how he is probably the most accepting person you have ever met

anyway, i am a firm believer in the idea that geto loves to just hold you, or touch you

when you are both out in public together and not already holding hands or anything, he'll loop his arm around your waist and pull you towards him slightly .... just not enough to be too pda

geto would also notice when you feel uncomfortable or something!!

for example, you could be approached by one of the co-workers that was known within your office to be a little... weird... and geto will quickly (but politely) excuse you both

protector geto ???? 🥺

but yeah, i think that he would also randomly pull you into hugs wherever...

you might just be making dinner for the two of you, walking around the house, or grocery shopping, and then geto suddenly bear hugs you from behind

the first couple of times shocked and subsequently made him stop doing it for a while, until you reassured him that you were fine with it

geto seems like he'd also keep a secret stash of your snacks in a place you don't know so that, whenever you're craving them and don't want to go out, he "happens" to have them on him

in conclusion of boyfriend!geto, he's the kind of lover who is always quite laid back and relaxed, though that doesn't mean that he doesn't pay attention to you and your needs

he's a big softie

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baekxytocin · 1 year

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Military Discharge (M)

Fluff

Mature

Romantic

Smut

Warning: This is a mature, sensitive content. Please read at your own risk.

*Sequel from 100 Days My Prince.

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Baekhyun

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‘Better safe than to be sorry’

1333 words

Today is the day your husband, Byun Baekhyun, was discharged from the military. Waiting for him for around a year and nine months feels longer for you, though he returned home once in a while. You are thankful to be invited to watch the closing ceremony for those who have completed their military service. He may not notice you taking pictures of him since you are covering yourself with face masks for protection. “Better safe than to be sorry” you remember your husband always reminding you of the pandemic standard health procedure.

When all soldiers who completed military service are dismissed, you finally saw him coming out from the military stage. You wave at him and he sees you too. You can see his smile although he covers himself with face masks. You quickly run to him when you saw him spreading his arm open wide. “Gosh, it’s been two weeks. I miss my love so much” he tightens his embrace. “Me too, hubby…. Let’s go home” and he nods in agreement.

“You must be tired. I’ll drive,” you insist although Baekhyun offers to drive home. He just smiles. Baekhyun asks to drop by and buy some takeaway food since he doesn’t want to see you spending time doing house chores. “I want to spend time with you, my love. All I see was a muscular man at the camp, at the social work…. Gosh, I thought I’m going crazy” you only laugh hearing him saying that.

When you reach home, your husband strictly wants you two to clean yourselves first. You agree with him; since the pandemic is still around though the situation gradually getting better. You ask him to have a bath first, while you clean your hands and transfer the food bought earlier to a few plates. You take turns to take bath while Baekhyun takes his time calling his parents about him being safely and healthily discharged from military service. After that, both of you enjoy the food together. He continues chatting even at the kitchen table, telling you about his military life; what was happening every morning at the social work, the important events, and some memories that he cannot forget while he was doing military service. He feels good to be able to take a break from the entertainment world and has a chance to socialise with professional soldiers, and social workers and be friends with them.

You carefully listen to each history your husband tells you. You share his happiness for being able to complete his military service; as you know that alongside Suho, his military service was a bit longer than his fellow EXO members. “Wow…. I wonder what happen the moment I return to the entertainment world. I must be like when I was still a rookie, being awkward and all that” he expresses his concern. “Don’t worry hubby, you’ll be fine. After all, you are called Genius Idol for a reason” you encouraged him. “Thank you, sweetie. Without your love and support, I seriously can’t face this world alone” He sighs.

He helps you with the dishes. However, when you stare at his body from behind, you feel that his body is toner than before though it’s just two weeks since you last see each other. You can’t help yourself but feel sensual around him; as it’s been too long since you’re not been together. “Hubby….” You slowly get closer to him and hug him from the back. He understands you and he too wanted the same. He finishes washing dishes and immediately hugs you back, fiercely kissing you while he slowly leads you to the bedroom.

Today, going to the bedroom seems longer than you think at the present. You need him urgently. “Hubby, I want you now…. I can’t stand anymore….” You plead. “Sweetie, just a few steps to….” But you don’t care, you fully undress him right before the bedroom. He didn’t argue with you, taking off your clothes until you are as bare as him. You hastily kneel down and taste his long, delicious cock. He grunts while moving his body along with your movement.

You wrap his waist with your right leg while gently grinding your lower part against his, and ferociously kissing each other, as you two explore each other bodies, making you both moan erotically. “You’re fully wet now, sweetie…. I need you now; I can’t wait anymore.”

“Ummm…. me too….” you whimper as you keep grinding yourself against his lower part. Hearing your approval, he instantly inserts his already hard member inside you, while still standing. You two grunt louder. “I want to…. Ugh….”

“Cum around my cock, let me feel your hot juice” your husband takes turns sucking your nipples while holding your waist steadily. You reach your first orgasm, as you squeal louder. Amazingly, your husband releases his warm juice right after you cum as well. Yet, you still feel his shaft hard, and you know well that the round has not ended. “Next round” he takes a deep breath, hurriedly carrying you to the bedroom, and locking the door.

He lays down with you, quickly spreading your legs apart, and he enters you once again, in a missionary position. You keep moaning while clawing his back, but he simply doesn’t care as you two are letting go of that longingness together.

“Ahhhh hubby, ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ummm fuck yeah ahhhh ahhhh ahhhhhhh” you moan loudly while he slams his dick harder and faster into you, making you reach your second orgasm.

“Hubby…. More….” You beg shortly after taking a deep breath. “Of course, my love” he kisses you.

He places you on top of him again, sitting together upright on the bed, facing each other. His member is still inside you, this time he moves slowly, making sweet love with you. “I miss doing this” you slurred. “Don’t worry, I’m here now. We’ll do this frequently” he kisses your forehead. “Ohh…. You are so tight….” He continues while licking and sucking your boobs. “Ohh, hubby…. Why do I feel yours is getting longer and bigger…. Ahhh ahhhh, do you eat something….” you compliment him while blowing a kiss on his temple, then going down to his ear. “Maybe exercise helps, sweetie. But I could do this all night, your moan always making me hard again and again each time. Moan for me again, my love” you whine harder, your pussy is getting wetter hearing naughty words from him.

All of a sudden, his hand reaches out for your clit while still fucking you, constantly rubbing it making you arch your back while calling his name in fortissimo. You shiver, sending another orgasm over you. Your husband spins you around when you are still out not recovering from your last orgasm and currently taking you from behind while back hugging you. His right hand grope one of your breasts while the other hand caresses your stomach, then down all the way to your sensitive clit again.

“Ahhhh…. hubby ummm…. Ahhh ahhhh….ummm …. faster….” You urge him while supporting both of you with your hands. He obeys you and goes as fast as he could. You both scream louder, not caring about whoever hears it anymore. “Love…. ugh…. cumming…. AHHHH” your husband only manages to utter those words when you finally cum together. He quivers and groans loudly while shooting his warm juice deep inside your womb, and you both fall together on the bed, exhausted from the lovely intercourse.

Even with his eyes already half closed, he is still able to find your lips. You two kiss dearly for a moment. “My best gift for Valentine’s Day ever,” you said. “My military discharge or our lovemaking?” he asks while snuggling with you. “Both” you two giggling while patting his chest fluffily. “I love you forever and ever” Baekhyun hugs you to sleep. “I love you too, until the end of my life” and soon after you also sleep peacefully next to your husband.

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writeforfandoms · 2 years

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Burn It Down

Find my masterlist

Guys this one is heavy. Read the warnings. Then read them again. Seriously. Take care of yourselves. If you need more info on any of the warnings just let me know.

Also, not using my typical tag list due to content, just tagging a few people who expressed interest.

Warnings: past sexual assault (not graphic) (some details but nothing explicit), nightmare, panic attack, brief unintended self-harm, hurt some comfort, body issues, some trouble distinguishing reality from dreams/memory.

Word count: 2.1k

Did you read the warnings? Twice? I'm gonna assume you have by now. You've been warned.

You woke to total darkness, a gasp strangled in your throat, your heart pounding. You were warm, too warm, someone pressed up behind you. This time, the gasp didn't stay lodged, breaking free wet and as quiet as you could manage.

It took only a moment to sit up, still in pure darkness. But where, exactly? Your breathing quickened when your muddled mind couldn't remind you right away.

A hand landed on your hip, over one of the phantom touches still plaguing you, and a sleep-rasped voice murmured, "Dinui?"

You didn't answer, couldn't answer past the lodge in your throat, merely ripped yourself away from him. Your skin crawled, prickling with the memory of hands grabbing you, holding you, forcing you still. You fell off the cot to the floor, landing hard on the cool metal. Pain bloomed from your knees and the hand that mostly caught you, but you didn't care. You scrambled away, breathing still fast and panicked, until your back was to a wall.

A light flicked on overhead, so suddenly you flinched. But it finally gave you a chance to orient yourself.

You were in the hold of the Crest. Din was still in the cot the two of you shared most nights, helmetless, hair sticking up every which way. But he was coiled, tense, eyes alert and scanning you for the source of your distress.

"Dinui?" He asked again, sounding much more aware now. He slid out of the cot, and you flinched. He froze. "What happened?"

You swallowed hard, twice. Speaking was too hard so you shook your head, gaze darting around. You knew the hold, you knew where the ladder up to the cockpit was. You weren't actually trapped.

But even the cold of the metal seeping through your sleep clothes barely made a dent in the feeling of those hands on you. You could practically still hear his voice in your ears, just behind your head as he told you what he was going to do to you. Relishing in your horror.

You jerked your head back against your assailant… only to smack straight into the hard metal wall. Stars burst in your eyes as tears sprang up from the sudden pain.

"Hey!" Din took a step forward and only stopped when you scuttled sideways, away from him. "Dinui, please. Tell me what is going on." The strain was plain in his face and voice, gaze flickering over you desperately, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides.

You shivered and shook your head again. You couldn't think, could barely breathe. Everything wavered just a little, and if you weren't already sitting you had a feeling you would have fallen.

"Breathe with me," Din instructed, voice gentled a little from his bounty hunter voice but still authoritative. His voice was different from the one stuck in your head, deeper and raspier and infinitely more reassuring.

You drew in a stuttering breath, still feeling like your lungs wouldn't work. But you tried. You gripped your own arms tightly, barely even feeling the pressure of your nails as you forced yourself to breathe.

"Good." Din dropped his voice lower, even as he slowly lowered himself to sit. He was a little closer, somehow, but not so close that he set off your fight or flight again. "That's good, dinui. Keep doing that, keep breathing."

His words sort of blurred out into a comforting rumble in your ears as you forced your lungs to cooperate. Breathe in. Pause, if you could. Breathe out. Don't just whoosh all your air out at once. Breathe.

As breathing became easier and you felt more present in the moment, you lifted your gaze to Din again. He looked… you didn't have the words. He was trying to be stoic, you could tell. Could see him fighting to keep from frowning, but there was such pain in his eyes.

"Dinui?" He chanced. His fingers twitched, an aborted movement towards you. "Are you…?" He trailed off, clearly unsure how to finish that sentence.

Your laugh was short and hollow. "Just stay over there," you got out, exhausted. Words were hard.

Silence fell for several seconds as you tried to breathe and wrestle your brain fully out of the nightmare and back into the present.

A soft call of your name had your eyes snapping back open. When had you closed them? Din looked worried, brow furrowed, leaning forward though he hadn't actually moved any closer.

"Please, sweetheart, I need to… let me check your head. You might have a concussion." He shifted closer, just by a few inches.

And you flinched away as if he'd done something much more violent. "Don't."

He froze at your tone, eyes going wide at the mingled panic and steel. Slowly, he leaned back again, a painful twist to his lips.

Your breathing stuttered again with the knowledge that you had caused that. You had put that pain there. You swallowed down your self-recrimination, your remorse, your fury. That was for later.

"I can't… you can't touch me. Right now." The words felt like barbed wire coming up your throat, scraping you raw, leaving you even more vulnerable.

Confusion and then understanding flashed across his face, quickly overshadowed by his own brand of quiet protective fury. "Nightmare?" He asked softly, careful to keep his voice even.

"Yes." You let out your breath slowly. "I was dreaming about…" you trailed off. You couldn't say it. Couldn't say his name.

"Shh, I know." Din shifted restlessly. "What can I do?"

That was too big a question. You could barely think, between the panic still threatening to choke you if you gave an inch, the pain radiating from the back of your head, and the ache and clench of your heart. You made a helpless motion, shaking your head. Too big. Too much, and not enough.

Din blew out a breath, leaning back and surveying the hold. "I'll bring you some water," he said finally. "And I'll make caf for both of us."

You choked on an almost-laugh. "It's gotta be the middle of the night," you protested. "You should go back to sleep."

"You need me more." Din rose, all coiled grace even as his knees popped. He strode away from you to the small food prep area.

Which, ironically, just made you worse. Your heart started to race again, your palms sweating, and you bit the inside of your lip hard to hold back a panicked noise.

A high-pitched, strangled whine escaped, despite your best efforts. Din's curly head poked out where you could see him again.

"Do you need me to come over?" The question was tentative.

You shook your head violently and then closed your eyes tight when that just exacerbated the throbbing in your skull. Ow. Fuck.

"I'll have your water in just a moment." Looking more concerned than you could readily recall seeing, Din vanished from view again.

You screwed your eyes tightly shut, clenching your fists and trying to count your breathing. You'd picked up the habit somewhere, but couldn't actually remember where.

A gentle clang caught your attention, and you opened your eyes to see a canteen resting right at your feet. Din was back in sight, lowering himself to sit in the same place as before.

The knot in your chest loosened, at least enough for you to grab the canteen with shaking hands.

"It's alright, dinui," Din murmured soothingly. "You're safe here. I won't let anyone hurt you."

You knew that. You believed that. You had since the first time he'd told you. And you had always been safe in the ship.

You took a deep breath, heart slowly calming. You drank some water. You sat up straighter, no longer huddled into the side of the ship, finally more engaged.

"There you are," Din murmured with no small amount of relief. There was still tension around his eyes but he smiled, just a little. For you.

"Sorry," you rasped. You took a drink of water, fingers shaking more from exhaustion now. "That was…"

"Bad," Din agreed. He shifted restlessly. "Can I come over there?"

You frowned a little as you checked in yourself. The thought of being touched still made you shudder in horror, but this was Din. Din who had never hurt you. Who respected your boundaries. Who you loved and trusted.

"Just… don't touch me yet." You looked down at the floor, shame washing over you hot and fast, tears pricking the corners of your eyes again.

"Okay." Din carefully slid across the floor to sit next to you, keeping a few inches of space between you. "Do you… want to talk…?"

"Kriff no," you choked out, almost laughing. "Definitely not."

Din chuffed an almost-laugh of his own and relaxed back against the wall. He stretched his legs out in front of him, folding his hands over his belly. "I wish you would tell me his name," he said, faux-casual.

"So you could hunt him down?" The question was sarcastic, not meant to be entirely serious.

"Yes." Din's fingers flexed restlessly.

Your gaze flew to his face, shocked. But he was completely serious, holding your gaze steadily.

"I don't…" You sighed softly, your own fingers twitching against the warring feelings of wanting to touch him, and the feeling that you would sooner claw your skin off than be touched. "It was a long time ago, Din."

"Hmm." Watching you carefully, he set one of his hands palm-up on his thigh. And left it there. An open invitation for you. "What happened?"

You took a couple deep breaths and fiddled with the canteen, anxiously twisting and unwitting the cap. "I… dreamed about him. About the… that night." You swallowed hard, unable to look at Din as you spoke. It was easier to talk down to your feet - which actually looked pretty dry. Huh. Oops. "Was a mix of memory and, uh, what could have been, I suppose."

Silence fell between the two of you as you tried not to slide back into that panic. Din, probably, was contemplating murder.

"How can I help?"

His voice pulled you back from some of the darker moments of your nightmare, and you blinked rapidly as you refocused on the present again. "Honestly, not sure." You huffed, falling short of amusement and landing on bitter. "I used to just down caf and work and not sleep for a day or two."

He murmured your name, pained and mildly scolding. "I do have caf," he offered. "We've still got hours until we drop out of hyperdrive, though."

You drew in a shaky breath. You knew that. There was nowhere to go right now, just the ship. Just you and Din.

"Let's start with caf," you decided. You shifted your weight to get up and winced, looking down at your knees. Well. You'd almost certainly bruise.

"Do you need help?"

"No. I'm okay." You took a deep breath and stood. Your head throbbed angrily, and you swayed a little. Din hovered next to you, hands out, ready to catch you if you needed it. But he didn't touch you.

Unexpected tears pricked your eyes again. You loved this man so much, it was a little ridiculous.

With one last deep breath in, you nodded carefully to him. "Caf first. And then… can you check my head without… without touching me?"

"I will try."

You followed him to get caf, and then took your caf up into the cockpit. The streaking stars overhead illuminated the space, more soothing to your frayed nerves than the lights in the hold.

It took only a moment to settle in your normal seat, and you started to relax with the first sip. Din joined you quietly, sitting in the pilot's seat and sipping his own caf. He was very good about not watching you, taking only glimpses.

"I'm feeling better," you told him quietly. "I'm sorry for the monumental freak out."

"None of that," he scolded lightly. "It is not your fault."

"But–"

"It is not your fault," he repeated firmly. "None of it. You don't need to apologize."

You drew in a deep breath and nodded. You drank your caf, letting the quiet calm of the stars fill you.

You were okay. It had just been a nightmare. Nothing had happened. You were with Din. Din was safe, always.

After some period of time, you moved to let Din examine your head. As promised, he didn’t touch you. Just looked you over.

You eased back into your seat. Looked back up at the stars.

And didn't even realize you'd fallen asleep again until the ship dropped out of hyperdrive and Din took over piloting. He hadn't moved from his seat, and hadn't moved you.

You hadn't dreamed at all, that time.

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