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#we coulda had it all!!!! rolling in the deep!!!
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Quietly submits this to the discourse... The Boys with KH1 Ansem's coloring
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i am perceiving
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milesmolasses · 9 months
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nah nah cuz HEAR ME OUTT, that lipstick kiss trend on tiktok with e42!miles and he would usually disagree but he loves when the reader kisses him so he gives in <3 (love your work, btw!!)
kisses for miles (e-42 miles x blk!reader)
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— besos para él💋
— ⚠️: reader talkin crazy, use of military time, cursing
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y/n: hey lol
mookie 💋: …yes u need sum?
y/n: can u come over please?
mookie 💋: what u tryna get into?
y/n: ur nasty 😒
mookie 💋: dgmt why am I coming over
y/n: baby pleaseeee just come over it’s a surprise
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“nah I know he did not..” you said aloud. miles was always talking about not leaving him on read and now he wanna play games?
you swiped up on your phone, leaving the messages app to check Life360. he made sure to leave his location on at all times for you to find him, especially when he was in prowler duty. checking for miles location, you saw he was on the move to your direction.
rolling your eyes, you took a screenshot and sent it to him captioning it, “u coulda just said i’m omw.”
you rolled out of bed and put on some house slippers. before leaving your room, you threw your bonnet off and played around with your hair, putting the braids in a side part. walking to the living room, you heard a knock on the door; mind you, there was only ever one person who knocked on your door.
going straight for the door, you unlocked it so he could enter on his own. walking back to the living room of your house you yelled, “It’s open!”
you heard two clicks from the door, indicating to you that someone had opened and closed it.
“take off your shoe—!”
“I did.”
sitting crisscrossed on the couch, you looked behind you to the front door to find miles dropping his shoes off near the door. he walked over to you and grabbed you by both hands, pulling you up from the couch. still holding your hands in his, and your lips being mear inches apart he said in a low, deep voice, “so why you call me over here?”
you wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled before placing a soft kiss on his lips. “I can’t ask you to come over no more?” you asked, raising both your eyebrows with a small smile.
he reached for your back, tugging on your braids which lifted your head back and left your neck exposed to him. placing small kisses all over your neck, he smiled as he said between kisses, “of course you can esposa, but why so late is what i’m asking.”
“I wanna do something with you,” you said, pulling away from miles lips on your neck. plopping back down to the couch. miles joined you sitting down as you reached for your phone to pull up the video you wanted to show miles. once you found the video, you gave miles your phone and turned up the volume so he could hear it.
it was a video of a girl putting on lipstick, and “accidentally” smearing some of it under her lip. some random hand came and wiped the makeup off her face, and soon the camera panned to where the hand was coming from— a guy with lipstick stains all over his face and a dopey smile coming on screen.
miles re-watched the video again in silence, eyebrow furrowed to watch the video more intently.
“hell no—”
“but miles, please it’s gonna be so cute,” you pleaded grabbing his hand. you were slightly bouncing on the couch, your face decorated with a puppy dog pout. “you don’t even wear lipstick baby. so whatchu gon’ do?” he challenged.
“I can use lipglo—”
“hell no,” miles said again as he laughed. “that shit is sticky and a pain to get off. ion even like you kissing my lips with that on, let alone my face.”
“why don’t you ever wanna do cute couple stuff wimme?” you whined. miles pulled you onto his lap and kissed your lips again.
“what do you mean? we do cute couple shit all the time. I just don’t want gloss all on my face,” he reasoned as your head forehead came in contact with his chest.
miles remembered all the cute things you made him do with you as a couple; matching nails, the two of you baking, the cute arts and crafts you made him do with you— he remembered all of it.
if he was being honest, he enjoyed all the cute things you made him do with you. he would have never even thought of doing half the shit y’all did together, and now, he has a cute fungo pop that looks like you on his windowsill.
“think about how cute it will be; i’ll sit on your lap—just like i am now— and put kisses all over your face. that don’t sound like heaven to you?”
his hands gripped your waist as he slid them a bit under your shirt; he liked skin-to-skin contact with you. he looked at you with his head tilted to the side, like he was contemplating on whether or not to say yes. “aight, how bout this; show me how you’re gonna get that shit off my face when it’s over.”
you smiled as you scrambled off his lap to go to your room. going straight to your vanity, you opened the first drawer and pulled out a makeup bag with all of your supplies, as well as your micellar water and cotton pads. running quickly back to the living room, you found miles with his legs spread widely and his arms sprawled at the top of your couch.
“ew you look like a man,” you said as you approached the couch.
“you better talk to me nice ‘fore I get the hell up outta here—”
“ok ok i’m sorry!”
he smiled at your reaction as you placed yourself back on his lap facing him. placing the water down next to you, and opening the small pouch, you pulled out your red dior lip oil. “alright, so here’s what imma do; i’m gonna swatch some on my arm, and then i’m gonna show you how to take it off.”
opening the lip oil, you removed the wand and held up your arm. running the wand over your skin ripped a hole in your heart, feeling like this was such a waste of such a good product.
“what’s wrong ma?” miles asked as he saw the small pout on your face.
“i’m wasting my shit for this,” you whined looking pouty. miles raised your chin up to look at him and pecked your lips. “i’ll buy you another one ma, it’s all good,” he said.
whenever miles offered to buy you anything, you got a little shy and bashful, telling him he didn’t need to do that for you. however, he always does it anyway and tells you not to worry about it.
with a downturned smile, you averted your eyes from him and said a small, “okay.” turning back to what you were doing, you showed miles the two swatches of gloss on yours arm. picking up the bottle of micellar water, you told him that this is how you were going to take it off.
opening your box of cotton pads, you grabbed one and put some of the water on the pad. whipping off your arm, you showed him it was cleansed of the lip oil.
“see, good as new. that’s gonna be your face soon too,” you giggled. he grabbed your arm and felt where you whipped the oil off. it felt damp, but not sticky. he raised an eyebrow as if convinced and said,
“i’m still not letting you put that shit on my face mami.”
“Miles-uhh!” you said, dragging out his name.
“ay i’m kidding, relax! i’ll let you do your lil trend, aight?” he laughed as he slid his hands further up your shirt, hands caressing your back, and his face leaned into your chest.
“boy don’t play wimme,” you rolled your eyes and pulled his braids back, making him look at you.
“I am not the one.”
he smiled and leaned back into the couch.
“just put on the gloss and kiss me,” he laughed. you opened back up the lip oil and grabbed your phone. swiping left, you opened up the camera app and rubbed your lips with the wand. miles watched your lips intently as his grip on your waist tightened.
“don’t get too excited, i’m only kissing you.”
putting the want back in the tube, and your phone back on the couch, you grabbed miles face and started with a kiss on the cheek. then, a kiss on the chin. and then before you knew it, he had kiss marks all over his face.
you had to re-apply the gloss to your lips a few times, but when you saw miles entire face and neck smothered in remnants of you, you bit your lip and said, “you look sexy like this.”
“focus on the damn video mami,” said sounding annoyed. he obviously didn’t like the feeling of the gloss on his face because he was scrunching his face up every two seconds.
“what, you don’t like my kisses?” you said with a pretend pout.
“of course I do baby, but this feels so nasty on my face,” he said leaning his head back whining a little.
you grabbed your phone off the couch and told him to stop acting like a baby. going to tiktok and opening your favorite sounds, you clicked on the sound and started recording.
as you re-applied the lip gloss to your lips, you “accidentally” smudged the wand below your lips a little.
after miles reached and used his thumb to wipe the gloss off, you turned the camera to show miles with his head leaned back slightly, and kiss marks all over his face.
grabbing you by your neck, he pulled you in for a kiss just before the video ended. he gave you an opened mouth kiss which you happily returned before pulling back with a loopy smile.
“that wasn’t part of the video…” you said, still inches away from him lips.
“I know.”
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— lol I got a lil lazy so I don’t really like his this turned out
— I don’t think miles likes ur lipgloss (*´-`)
— however, e-1610 probably would. he would eat this shit up🤭
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thebearer · 7 months
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Friends with benefits lip saying they’re not exclusive and that he’s not her bf so don’t go getting any ideas but then getting upset when reader takes him up on that and starts seeing other people
"The fuck are you doin'?" Lip growled, one hand curled around your arm, the other pulling you away from the intoxicated frat boy who's hand had slowly started to make it's way up your dress.
"What?" You grumbled, words slurring together a little. The frat party had been Lip's idea, of course, texting you about Mikayla or Hannah who had invited him... who he was also trying to have sex with.
You and Lip were friends. Casual hookups when there was nothing else, but friends. Truly. That's all.
Or so you both told yourselves.
Lip and you had a rule- there was no rules. Do whoever and whatever, and Lip had happily embarked on that rule before with Amanda and Helene and all the others you didn't care to know about.
You had your roster too, more cautious about it, but still a regular rotation. It worked for a while, you and Lip's casual hookups- I mean who could blame you? He could eat pussy like a champ. But recently, things had started to get... difficult between the two of you. A shift that could only be blamed on the rise in your shared hookups- and feelings.
"Hey, man, we're just-"
"-Fuck off, alright? She's drunk you piece of shit." Lip shoved the guy, harder than he should have, the frat boy's cup spilling on the girl behind him when he stumbled.
"Lip, I-I'm not even drunk. What are you- Hey, where are we going?" You frowned, feet stumbling as he drug you through the crowds of people towards the door.
Lip's jaw flexed, eyes in a narrowed hard glare. He didn't even look at whatever her name was sorority girl who whined at him when he stormed out of the house with you. You pretended to be annoyed when she glared at you, the look of pure jealousy on her face- it made your heart skip knowing she thinks you two are together. That Lip chose you.
"What is your problem?" You huffed, nearly twisting your ankle on the pavement with how fast he was walking. "Lip, can you let go of me? Christ." You huffed, yanking your arm free.
"What is your problem?" You repeated, glaring at him under the streetlight. The campus was mostly empty, a few stragglers drunkenly stumbling home.
Lip scoffed, a hand running over his mouth. "You-You were just gonna let that guy- that guy fuckin' touch you like that? In front of everyone?"
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Are you kidding me? I know you're not talking, you were practically fucking blondie in the kitchen!" You threw your hand out in exasperation.
Lip shook his head, pacing a few steps ahead before circling back. "I-I don't get it. You're letting that dumb fuck touch you? I didn't even think you liked guys like that."
"Who says I liked him?" You scoffed. "I just wanted to have sex with him."
"Yeah, well, you didn't have to have it with him." Lip knew his argument was weak, hoping you wouldn't notice. The quip in your brow told him you did. "That guy is fuckin' stupid."
"Ok? And your Chi Kappa Delta whatever girl is so much smarter?" You sneered. You didn't know her, shouldn't have been so harsh. You couldn't help the way you bristled at the thought of her. Her hands in his hair, kissing him all sloppy in the kitchen- and he let her.
Of course he did. He should have, you told yourself. You two are just friends.
"I'm not fucking people because they're smart. He's a good fuck, and I was horny." You shrugged, biting back the small grin when Lip's spine straightened.
"You've fucked him before?" He scoffed.
"Yeah?" You snipped. "A few times. He's on the roster. The one that I've told you about that can-"
"-I don't..." Lip snapped, shaking his head, taking a deep cleansing breath. "If you were horny, you coulda just told me. Would've handled that."
"You seemed busy." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You hoped Lip didn't hear the flare of jealousy in your tone. "And besides, it's not your turn. I have a system."
"Yeah? He's better than me?" Lip growled, taking a menacing step that closed in the space between you two.
You swallowed hard, your eyes on his, knees wobbling with excitement. "I didn't say... Why do you even care?" You scoffed, stepping back, throwing your arms out.
Lip faltered for a moment, cheeks tinging in heat. His heart pounded in his chest, ringing in his ears. "I-I don't." He said curtly, and you tried to convince yourself it was the alcohol that made your stomach turn the way it did. "I just... don't want you gettin' a-a std or somethin'. Looks like he's got s dirty dick."
"Right." You mumble, wrapping your arms around yourself. There was a pause, a silence that was far too deafening for both of you. "'m gonna go home." You mutter, glancing up at Lip. "I, uh, I got a nine am tomorrow anyways."
"Yeah, I-I'll walk you." Lip offered, stepping beside you, heading to your on campus apartment. You'd managed to swing that, somehow, and Lip frequented it often. Because the dorms were so noisy, of course.
"'s alright. You don't have to." You shrugged. "I got it."
"No, I... it's not a big deal, alright? Left my key there anyways." Lip nodded. It was a lie, his key was in his pocket, but you didn't need to know that. "Besides... you still horny?" He looked at you, smirking at how you blushed.
"Maybe a little. Either horny or tired, I can't decide yet." You hummed simply, eyes batting up at him.
"Yeah? I can help you with that." Lip grinned, hand snaking down your back to your ass, squeezing lightly.
Lip fucked you to sleep, legs thrown over his shoulders, thankful you didn't have roommates at the way you cried out. Because what else are friends for?
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msbigredmachine · 2 months
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Checkmate - A Roman Reigns One-Shot
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The new Smackdown GM reminds the Tribal Chief who’s boss, in more ways than one. The aftermath of the highly entertaining WrestleMania 40 Press Conference.
Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC
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Warning: Smut
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Answer your fuckin phone.
She's been expecting his text message, to add to the half-dozen missed calls he's already deluged her phone with. His WrestleMania plans were thrown into disarray tonight and for some reason he thinks she has something to do with it.
Too bad she doesn't give a fuck what he thinks.
I'm calling you one more time. You better pick up.
So bossy. Always has been. But he knows damn well who the boss really is. When her phone springs to life again with his beautiful face snarling at her through the screen, she rolls onto her back with a heavy sigh, smooths down her oversized t-shirt and presses the green button, waiting to hear his deep voice on the other end of the line.
"What the fuck, Joy!"
Damn. Even when he's pissed, he sounds sexy as hell; it's the same menacing timbre he adopts when he's folding her up and turning her out. The memory makes her hot between her thighs.
"Reigns." Her voice is calm and steady despite the thumps of her heart, calling out to him even when she doesn't want it to.
"Why was Cody there tonight? Hmm?" he demands, his temper simmering beneath his words. "I coulda sworn he agreed to step aside for Dwayne. Why he change his mind? Did you have something to do with it? What'chu say to him, huh?"
She extends her left hand to inspect her ombre-colored acrylic nails. "Calm your tits. I don't control Cody's actions, I'm Smackdown's GM, not Raw's. He won the Rumble and he has the right to choose who he wants."
"Don't patronize me, Joy! Rock and I were a done deal!"
"You sound tense, Reigns. Paranoid, even," she smirks, "Worried you can't beat the American Nightmare a second time? Besides, you heard the fans...they wanna see you and him-"
"Bullshit!" he cuts her off. "This wasn't about no fans. You wanted this and I know why. You saw the pictures of me and Venita over Christmas and you been in your feelings ever since."
It's a predictable, childish response, and though there's some truth to it, she dismisses its immature delivery. "What you do with your bitch is your business. You are marrying her, after all," she says coolly, hearing him bristle at the other end.
"See? We ain't had a civil conversation since those photos got out. I know exactly how you feel about her, so tell me I'm lying."
"Don't ever question my ability to separate business from pleasure. You are walking proof of that," Joy warns him. "My problem is with you questioning my authority, with your silly little threats and your temper tantrums. You did it leading up to the Rumble and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. In case you forgot, I run Smackdown now. You work for me. The Mania match is scheduled, so your ass better show up in Philly, you understand me?"
A long, tense moment crawls by.
"Are you done?" he says, sounding bored.
"No. Whatchu gon' do about it?" Joy challenges.
"You looked hot as fuck in that dress tonight."
She rolls her eyes. Of course he deflects. But it's not going to work this time. She wants him to feel as frustrated as she has been over the last couple of months. "Ain't your fiancée over there with you?" she retorts, her tone clipped and snarky.
"She's in the Hamptons. And even if she was here, that ain't never stopped us anyways," he calls her out.
"Whatever." As flippant as she's tried to be about it, she is growing tired of the same old song and dance between her and Roman. She's allowed him to juggle her and Venita, and she blames herself for not leaving him alone when he chose to stay with her. Perfect, pretty little naive Venita. The IG influencer extraordinaire whose only two cares in life are her follower count and the picture-perfect aesthetics of the 'Roman & Venita' brand.
Whatever helps her sleep at night, I guess.
Joy had wondered just how perfect they really were the first time she saw the couple backstage in the Thunderdome, with Venita looking bored as hell the entire time she was there. It was clear that she had no interest in Roman's world, and Joy told him just that. Certain she would be fired on her first day for opening her big mouth, he had merely laughed and agreed, and it was then she found out she was his producer for the upcoming Bloodline saga. Onscreen, they created magic with the now legendary Tribal Chief storyline, but the magic they soon began making behind the scenes and between the sheets was even better and way too hot for TV.
She's never had time to be ashamed of inserting herself in someone else's relationship, mainly because her career has accelerated to the top of WWE's creative hierarchy. Plus, she's not about to give up such great sex, not with a stroke game that superb and a libido as high as her ambitions. Sometimes she wishes she doesn't have to share him, but she accepts that she can't have it all. After all, she already lords over the A-show as Smackdown's General Manager, meaning she is virtually unstoppable now, with money, power, and most importantly, the balls of the biggest star in the industry in the palm of her hand. Literally.
But he's pissing her off right now.
"Look, I want us to talk. Come see me." He's turned on the charm but Joy refuses to fall for it.
"What I want is an apology for your constant disrespect ever since I became GM," she replies, "I told you; I don't give a damn that we're fucking. Do not make an enemy out of me, Roman."
The Tribal Chief sighs heavily. "Look. You're right. Let me make it up to you. Come to my room so we can talk things out."
"No. You just want pussy."
"That too," he snickers.
Joy bites her lip as she idly circles her middle and ring finger over her pussy lips. She had no prior plans to touch herself, but listening to his deep, haughty voice has sparked a throbbing between her thighs that needs urgent attention. "Right. Well, I don't feel like leaving my room. This bed is way too comfy," she emphasizes.
"Mine is comfier. Are you alone?" he asks.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Woman, you better not be givin' my pussy to nobody else," he growls, making her laugh.
"You're hilarious. My pussy is mine and mine alone, no matter how good you beat it and eat it," she reminds him, her smile widening as she hears him taking deep breaths, trying to compose himself.
"I see that you get off on testing my patience. Does that turn you on, baby girl? Hmm? Does it make that pussy wet? I bet you wet right now." His voice drops an entire octave at that last part, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning when her slick honey pools around her fingers.
"I might be," she gasps.
"Then bring your ass over here and let me take care of it."
Joy huffs, determined to resist him for as long as she can. "I can take care of myself, Reigns. Matter of fact, I'm doing just that as we speak..."
"Aww, babe, don't be touchin' on my pussy without me," he grumbles. His frustration makes her grin in triumph. She holds all the cards and she's enjoying listening to him squirm.
"I wanna see you, beautiful. We ain't been together in so long. I miss you," Roman continues.
"Is that right?"
"Uh huh. Don't you miss me, Joy? Don't you miss this dick? It definitely misses you. Listen..."
The slippery, sticky sound that follows his words is unmistakable, and her heart pounds in her chest at his soft groan. The image of him lying in his bed, probably naked, jerking off to her, makes her stomach flip and her pussy spasm beneath her fingers. The tension crackles over the phone, simmering with the same intensity as though he were right there in person.
"Hear that, baby? That's how bad I need you. Come over." His silky-smooth whisper finally loosens the last thread of control she has held onto tightly up to this point. She knows that ultimately, she won't deny him...she never does because she can't, and he knows that.
"Gimme ten minutes," she relents.
"Make it five."
"I said, ten. Text me your room number." Cutting the call before he can respond, she leaves her bed and searches for a couple of accessories to wear. After a quick check in the mirror, she picks up her phone and sees he's already sent her his room number. The thought of what is about to transpire hastens her flight out of the room, the dead of night no match for her rapidly burning need for him. She has since accepted that she will always need him, too.
His door swings open seconds after she knocks, and a surprised yelp escapes her when he yanks her inside and tugs her flush against him. He is barefoot, in gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and shirtless to show off the majesty of his massive, inked chest. Joy meets his loaded stare head-on as he drinks in her own appearance. She is in one of his old Nike hoodies that she swiped from him and never gave back, with the open zipper in the middle showing the swell of her breasts underneath. Long pastel-pink stockings run up to her brown thighs with gray Crocs on her feet. As his eyes crawl hungrily up and down her frame, her body thrums with realization at just how hard he is, his sizable erection poking her lower belly. Despite their back-and-forth, it's no mistake that she intoxicates him, and that power thrills her.
"Like what you see, champ?" she asks, staring him down for his response.
Roman's moan is ragged as he clamps his huge paw around her throat and covers her mouth with his, and she instantly melts in his arms, her nerves alight from his touch. She is swept up in the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his taste that contrasts erotically with his aggressiveness and the eager, hungry flicking of their tongues as the kiss heats up. He feels wonderfully warm and smells incredible like he always does.
Reluctantly, his mouth retreats from hers and he tucks his face in the hollow of her neck. He nuzzles his cheek against her skin and inhales the fragrance he's missed so much, her hushed moan caressing the depths of his senses.
"You a vindictive little bitch, you know that?" he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her throat.
"Only when I wanna be," she hums, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You musta loved watching me lose my cool tonight," he adds, "I saw the look in your eyes on that stage when I got into it with those two bums. That shit turned you on. Your nipples were hard through your dress. And I'm sure that pussy was soaked."
Truth be told, seeing his cool calm composure collapse, with his long hair flying and cocky countenance as he talked shit to Cody and Seth, made her so wet she had to run into a restroom stall to take off her panties, forcing her to go commando for the rest of the night. She'll never admit it though; she never likes to give him the upper hand. "How do you know?" she challenges.
"Cuz I know you. I know everything about your body, sweetheart," Roman brags, "I know what you like, and I know you love testing me cuz it makes me wanna fuck the attitude outta you."
"So what are you waiting for?" She licks her glossy lips, full and pouting, goading him with her bedroom eyes. But the Tribal Chief can feel her body trembling, betraying her bravado. This time he has the upper hand and he plans to exploit it.
He pulls her hoodie over her head and his eyes immediately drop to the thin beaded belly chain adorning her slender waist, accentuating her delicious curves. Desire gleams in his brown irises at the sight of her bare breasts, the fleshy mounds popping out at him, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. "Fuck, you're sexy," he murmurs. He massages each one then leans down to lick and suck on them, his tongue and hands working together to pleasure her.
"Ooh, that feels good," she moans, placing her hair behind her ear to get a good look at him feasting on her nipples. Ever the multitasker, he grabs her white lace thong at the hem, yanking impatiently until it rips from her body. Joy bursts out laughing at his savagery. "I knew you was gon' fuck up my panties," she jokes.
"I replace 'em, don't I?" He abandons her breasts and kisses her again, this time sliding both hands down to her round backside and lifting her up to press her against the wall. The friction of their bare chests pressed together, nipples grazing, her legs wrapping around his waist and bringing them even closer, builds the desire. He grinds his throbbing hardness against the open heat between her thighs, and she gets him back by reaching inside his sweatpants and grabbing his dick, stroking the turgid flesh as it jumps in her grasp. "Mmm, baby you're so hard. Put it in me," she orders.
"Not yet," he cuts her off, his huge biceps flexing as he carries her across the lavish suite. "Come over here, you little slut. Come suck my dick in front of this great view of the Strip."
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Next to the expansive window is an L-shaped sofa large enough for a good trip to Pound Town. As he takes off his pants, Joy can't stop herself from drooling at his towering form. Six foot three, bronzed Adonis with chocolate eyes, luscious hair, massive and muscled and all man, with a long, hefty cock pulsing between those powerful thighs. He looks like a demigod in all his glory, and she venerates at the altar of his beauty.
Roman settles himself at the other end of the sofa and eyes her down with a smug smirk. Tucking his hands behind his head, he spreads his legs. "Crawl to me," he commands, his smirk widening when she advances towards him on all fours. Joy is a work of art, with nicely sized titties, round hips, thick, mouth-watering thighs and ass and that fat pussy he dreams about at least once a day. Every part of her is real and silky soft to the touch. It's been years since he first tasted her, and he is still drunk off it. She is a potent drug he can't wean himself off of, and frankly, he doesn't want to. He loves Venita, but for all her prowess in bed, she does not possess a fraction of the wild thrill that encapsulates the woman before him. He wants Joy, needs her like he needs to breathe, and he always will. He will seek his fiancée's forgiveness when that day comes.
Joy slowly slithers up the length of his body, ignoring his erection for now as she straddles him and plants a long, wet kiss on his mouth, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the suite. Her hands caress the tight muscles of his body, having memorized all the spots that make his breath quicken and his pulse spike. He puts his hands on her hips, but she seizes them and pins them above his head without breaking stride, laughing when he moans out with frustration. She catches his tongue as it slides into her mouth, and she proceeds to suck on it, her head bobbing like she is sucking his dick. Saliva quickly gathers around their joined mouths as she feasts on only his tongue. It's the messiest, sloppiest, hottest kiss they've ever shared, and the tension is reaching fever pitch as a result.
"You want me to suck your dick like this, baby?" Joy asks. When Roman nods, she tugs his lower lip between her teeth. "Say it," she orders, her fingers digging into his wrists. Her hips are rolling too, moving in a seductive, serpentine dance that short circuits every fiber of his being. He can't move even if he wants to; his senses are pinned down to the bed along with his body. The Tribal Chief is helpless, forced to endure the sweetest agony, with the head of his dick grazing her wet slit and driving him insane. An uncharacteristic whimper deserts his lips as his blood pumps with agitation.
"Yes," he responds breathlessly.
"What's the magic word?" Joy presses. The mocking smirk gracing her pretty features should infuriate him, but it only arouses him instead.
"Please," he concedes, knowing full well that she will drag out the torture until he succumbs. With a triumphant smile and one more intoxicating kiss, she finally takes pity on him and makes the descent down his heaving body, soothing his butterscotch skin with soft kisses. As she nears his groin, his eyes squeeze shut, and he takes deep breaths to remain focused.
"You think you're in control, toying with two women's lives." Joy shakes her head. "Hell no. I'm in control, Roman. I own you. You're mine to do with however I want. And you know the best part?"
She closes her mouth over the tip of him, giving it a gentle suckle before driving home her point. "Deep down, you love that shit."
Roman merely grins. The power has shifted back in his possession and she doesn't even know it. He shows her when he strikes with lightning speed, grabbing her and twisting her around so her legs are on either side of his head. Stunned, Joy grabs his thighs to steady herself, as he's already grabbing handfuls of her ass while using his tongue to part her lower lips. Her body jerks from the warm fat wetness of his tongue lashing around her sensitive crevices, softening her up with his saliva. Heady with desire, she just lays there with his dick in her hand, too overwhelmed to do anything else but moan with pleasure.
A sudden, stinging smack on her left ass cheek jolts her back to earth.
"You gon' suck me off or what?" Roman demands impatiently before refocusing on his own task.
Regaining her senses, her mouth engulfs his length, her head bobbing with her wrist twisting around the base. She cups his balls and rolls them in her other hand, making him groan wantonly. Her mouth is warm and her pouty lips are tight around him, sliding up and down with her tongue trailing saliva along his hard flesh. He retaliates by spreading her pussy open and holding her down on him, sucking and licking her folds with rapid strokes and enjoying her sexy throaty sounds that mingle with the sloppy slurps of his mouth on her. The increased pressure on her sensitive pussy has her moaning and squirming against his face, which in turn floods his tongue with her taste. His appreciative groans while licking her in rhythm with her rolling hips sends shivers down her spine.
Mustering all the strength she possesses, Joy frees herself from his clutches and crawls back down his body, her juices smearing a slick trail along his torso as she guides his length inside her with impressive quickness. She moans out loud as he fills her, her head tipping forwards as his big palms paw at the supple flesh of her backside. Roman groans at the wetness that welcomes his dick as it disappears into the warm canal of her pussy. "Yeah, fuck me good, baby girl," he growls, slapping her ass in encouragement.
Holding onto his ankles, she rocks up and down his erection, winding her hips with each drop down to take him as deep as she can. His husky moans and his tight grip on her waist empower her. Joy seizes every chance she can to turn him into putty in her hands. Because the motherfucker never likes to relinquish control, always determined to break her down into submission; whether it's with his God-gifted tongue, or his huge hands choking her, or with that big ol' dick, fucking her against the wall of her office, bending her over the table in his locker room at TV, or making her ride him in the bowels of his private jet. It's fun taking control from him and showing him who's boss, on the job and especially outside of it.
"You love it when I ride this big dick dontcha? Got you deep in this pussy just the way you like it," she purrs haughtily, upping the ante by reaching down to grip his cock.
The Tribal Chief realizes she's on demon time to be stroking his dick while riding him. She looks so sexy on top of him, in them pretty waist beads and stockings. Her thick hips roll back lavishly, her even thicker ass presses down on his pelvis, grinding and twisting and nudging him all the way up in her creamy pussy. Damn. He loves the way she fucks him. Baby girl has mad skills and a juicy pussy, and he is glad to be the one she uses them on. "Go faster, baby. Bounce on my dick," he cajoles, massaging her ass cheeks and groaning softly when she obeys, "Uh-huh, just like that, babe, unnnh..."
She can almost see the look of pleasure on his face. She can definitely hear him as he tugs at the soft flesh of her butt, lost to the depths of her warm wetness, in the erotic sounds of their sex noises and their slapping skin filling the big room as she bounces on his dick. Another moan escapes her, her head tilting back as he angles his hips to make his dick reach that oh-so-sweet spot inside her. He smacks her ass again, earning yet another whimper from her lips as her juices trickle down his length down to his balls. Her thighs are starting to burn from her efforts, but she can't stop, not when she's so close...
"Uhhhn baby, I'm comin'," she gasps, leaning back to rest her hands on his chest as she gyrates her ass on him. Roman's breathing is as heavy as hers, his fingers digging into her hips to steer her movements. The sensations are overwhelming as her walls contract around him, her pussy moistening as she leans forward again and rides him even harder. Seconds later, a flooding orgasm bursts inside her with such power that it wracks her entire body with tremors. Through the thick fog of numbing pleasure, she hears Roman's surprised grunt as her cum leaks all over his groin area.
"Damn baby, you nuttin' all over me. I knew you been needin' this dick," he taunts her.
Truth be told, she wasn't expecting to come this hard, but fuck it always feels so good when she does. "Oh my god," her voice trembles, her hand clutching the headrest to keep from collapsing in a heap.
Roman spanks her again. "I ain't tell you to stop. Keep goin'..."
"Hol' up, you got me shakin' so much," Joy groans, her thighs still quivering. He is still deep inside her, his dick throbbing impatiently inside the warmth of her tight walls.
"If I take this shit over, you won't be able to walk in the morning, that's a promise," he threatens.
"Then quit talkin' and do that shit," she bites back, glaring at him over her shoulder.
"A'ight then." He pulls her backwards on top of him, with her back to his chest. He grabs her legs and holds her up by her knees, thrusting upwards into her, reveling in her surprised yelp that quickly dissolves into loud moans. This new position feels so good that she's whining and making noises that only seem to turn him on as he strokes in and out of her pussy from underneath, making her body react and remind her exactly why she's not leaving his trifling ass anytime soon.
"Uhnnn yes, Roman, fuck me," she whimpers over and over, her mind spiraling, her eyes rolling back. He is relentless, pulling her legs further back and pounding her faster, sparking another intense orgasm. She squirts so hard that she's left dizzy and boneless, causing her to slip off his sweat-slick body, a shivering crumpled mess. She curls up into a fetal position and gives in to the intense euphoria of her release. With a proud snicker, the Tribal Chief caresses all over her body, then rolls her onto her stomach, spreading her thighs to observe the damage he's inflicted on her pussy.
"We ain't finished," he informs her, tapping his hard, slickened dick against her soaked, puffy folds. She tenses and arches her back on instinct, anticipating his invasion. He smiles behind her, grabs her hips, and drags her limp body up and onto his hard, waiting dick. The moans they exhale together is a symphony that serenades the pair as he continues his hard, deep thrusts. With her hips in the air and her backside in his calloused palms, she is at his mercy yet again, and her vision swims at the feeling of him practically in her spine. She knows just how deep that big ass dick of his can get inside her, but it never fails to wipe her mind blank when it does.
"Oh, fuck," she mumbles into the couch, her face sinking further in it as he drills into her hard and rough. It hurts so good that it's quite literally taking her breath away. "Shit, fuck Roman, wait, wait," she pleads, reaching behind to push his thigh and forcing him to halt his movements.
"Too much?" he asks, laughing as he presses gentle kisses along her spine, feeling her body shiver from the contact. "That's what you get when your pussy is so good. You was talkin' all that shit earlier, best believe I ain't lettin' up, baby girl. Who owns who now, huh," he says, swatting her ass and starting again.
"You're a cocky asshole," she moans shakily, defiance swirling in her lust-filled gaze.
Roman's smirk is diabolical and panty-wetting. "And don't you forget it. Now shut up and take this dick."
Joy winces as his hand curves around her throat, the other clutching her lower hip as he fucks her prone body into the sofa. She clings to the cushions and her sanity with everything she has, tears filling her eyes as he pummels her with hurried, lethal thrusts, making her ass jiggle and her pussy drip some more as she's dragged dangerously close to the precipice. He pushes the arch out of her back and flips her around, sliding right back inside before she can regain her bearings and dropping his body weight on her. His intoxicating cologne surrounds her as their mouths crush together in a hungry, toe-curling kiss. Incoherent moans leave them both as he rolls his hips against hers, nestling his dick right there, eking a sob out of her as she falls apart again.
"Aww, f-f-fuuuck..."
"I know baby, I know it feels so good," He kisses away her tears and then her cheek, his fingers curling over her breast in a light squeeze which in turn squeezes her walls around his pounding thrusts. "Mmm, this pussy so tight and wet. Keep comin' for me, baby, gimme all that nut."
His sultry command sends another wave of pleasure crashing into her like one of his trademark Spears, and her jaw drops from the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching painfully around his dick. Her pitiful moans that she struggles to muffle against his tattooed shoulder are music to the Tribal Chief's ears as his own body is moments away from the same fate.
"Shit," he groans gruffly, shuddering breaths tearing from his lungs as his balls tighten and his strokes become sloppier, heavier, "Fuck, I'm boutta buss..."
Joy lifts her left leg up and rests it on his shoulder, digging her other heel in his lower back to pull him in deeper and finally take him down. She runs her hands all over his sides, his back, his ass, her moans mingling with his as his hips snap harder and faster. Their foreheads touch, and a devilish smile forms on her face at the helplessness in his glazed eyes, licking his lips in between throaty gasps of pleasure. She has him right where she wants him. "There you go baby, pound that fuckin' pussy, fill it up," she coaxes.
"Unhhh, shit," Roman's whines disintegrate into a whimpering cry as his big body trembles viscerally against her own. Joy's toes curl as he lodges his dick all the way inside her, making her feel each throbbing spurt of his warm seed spilling generously in her pussy. She never minds him coming inside her; her IUD is always in place, mainly for his benefit and hers. His deep, sexy grunts as he rides out his nut with stuttered ruts of his hips wash over her, leaving her breathless and weak-kneed for him.
Kissing her leg and letting it down, Roman finally pulls his dick out with a hiss and strokes out the rest of his cum onto her softened, battered pussy lips. Joy stares dazedly at the ceiling, her body humming from the last vestiges of her orgasm and a touch of pain. She feels his big arms slide around her waist and draw her in so their lips meet, savoring their collective taste with their tongues as they bask in the afterglow. He takes her arms and winds them around his neck before picking her up, transferring her from the sofa to the king-sized bed a couple of feet away. He lays her carefully on the bed and sits at the edge, watching her snuggle against the soft sheets and pillows with a satisfied sigh. The outdoor lights peeking through the window cast a glittery shadow over her nude body, making her look even more beautiful. And speaking of beautiful...
"I got you something," he announces, taking a small gift box labeled Van Cleef & Arpels sat on the nightstand and handing it to her.
"What's this?" she questions, slowly sitting up.
"Just a lil' sumn I thought you'd like," he simply shrugs. "Open it."
Eyeing him suspiciously, she unties the ribbon at the top of the box and removes the lid. Nestled in navy-blue velvet are an eighteen-carat yellow-gold Alhambra bracelet and matching earrings. She wishes she disliked the warmth that blooms inside her at the sweet gesture. She meets his eyes, noting his cocked eyebrow and cocky smirk as he gauges her reaction.
"This a good enough apology for you?" he asks.
Joy smiles gratefully and kisses his lips. "They're beautiful. But I keep telling you, you don't have to buy me anything," she says.
"Well, I want to. Sue me." He goes quiet for a few seconds, contemplating his next words. "You got tickets to the SuperBowl, right? Let's go together. We can hang out in my skybox."
"And have people talk about us? We got reputations to uphold. And what about Venita?"
"She'll be there. She's still clueless about us. And I told you, ain't nobody gon' say shit. Between your lawyer and mine, all them NDAs are water-tight." When he speaks again, his voice is much softer. "I just miss spending time with you. I miss when we weren't at each other's throats like we are these days."
"That's only cuz you make my job harder, Reigns," she points out, scooting over when he rolls into the bed and sits up against the headboard next to her.
"And you, mine. But despite all of that, I would do anything for you. You know that, right? That's why I agreed to that damn match. For you," he adds, biting his lip as he caresses her chin and gazes tenderly at her. Joy feels her heart flutter as his chocolate-colored eyes gleam with that familiar, intense passion that the two of them have been sharing for almost four years now...
"You're so cute when you get all soft and sweet on me, champ," she smiles, leaning in for another kiss that lingers pleasantly this time. It's little moments like these that try to con her, even to this day, that their affair has veered towards the romantic side. She thanks the cynical businesswoman in her for swiftly kicking that childish notion to the curb every time the delusion attempts to rear its ugly head.
Their embrace is interrupted by the grating sound of his phone vibrating, forcing him to pull away from her with a tired sigh. On the nightstand, a text message with Venita's name lights up his phone screen.
Countin the minutes till I touch down in Vegas 🥺😍 Can't wait to see you again! Love you Baby Boo 😘
"Aww, poor baby," Joy's giggle is dark and mocking as she looks over Roman's shoulder. Snatching the phone out of his hand, she opens up the message and begins typing.
"Don't start no shit, now," he sighs, but makes no move to stop whatever havoc she's causing through his device.
"Relax, Baby Boo," she teases, pressing Send and holding his phone up to his face to show him her response.
I'm waiting for you babe. Can't wait to see you 😍 Love you sm.
"See? I was nice," she says, putting away his phone and climbing on top of his big body.
Roman rolls his eyes and runs his hands along her thighs. "I guess I should thank you, then?"
"Oh, no need to thank me. I'm just being a good, caring boss," she replies, bending to kiss his lips, trailing her tongue along his bearded jawline and tasting her dried juices. "You're my star employee, so it's important that I always give you what you need. And I always give it to you, don't I?"
Roman groans into her mouth as she kisses him harder, her dainty fingers stroking his dick which immediately pulses in her grasp as though it hasn't been touched all day. "Yeah, you do," he rasps, his body heating up as she starts to descend on him. "Oh shit, baby, you feelin' generous tonight..."
"Mmm, more like selfish..." She sits all the way down with a gasp, making both their hearts race with each twitch of his cock inside her. "Cuz I want that dick again, and I'm taking it..."
She is already moving, hunched over him, her titties in his face, sucking them both back into that sensual place of pleasure they like to visit together. He answers to her, in more ways than one, and he won't have it any other way. "Anything you want, boss. Anything you want," the Tribal Chief croaks out, allowing himself to sit back and enjoy the ride, quite literally.
THE END
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happy birthday — bestfriend!taehyun x virgin!reader | taehyun (kinda) giving reader her first orgasm. NSFW/MDNI!
cw. joi (f. receiving), nipple play, use of sex toys, reader is a virgin and has never had an orgasm, masturbation, fingering, pet names (good girl, pretty girl, baby), fem/afab reader. notes. i'm reposting works from my old account. this one had a cult following and part ii is coming for kinktober!!! smut under cut. wc. 1.6K
“Don’t look at me like that…it’s not that big of a deal.” 
“No, I know it’s not,” Taehyun says. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you being a virgin—there’s nothing wrong with you never experiencing an orgasm before either. That’s not why he was looking at you like this. 
He’s looking at you like this because suddenly, you’re this untouched, innocent, beautiful woman sitting in front of him. And the image of you…fucked out like you’ve never been before, hair all messy, squeaking and squealing, hips grinding against anything would not leave his mind. 
The thought of it—you—plagued his mind over the next few days. He never thought of you this way. You’re his best friend. His best friend that fell in love with strangers at the ice cream store, that was talking to a new guy every time he saw you, that was always so scantily clad. That’s why this was all so unexpected. 
Being a virgin isn’t surprising…but you’ve never even touched yourself? 
Your birthday rolled around and you were still in your life-long dry spell, too nervous to ever take that step with someone else, too nervous to see what all the fuss was about. It can't be that good, can it? After all your festivities died down, Taehyun was still with you at your apartment.
“I can’t believe you didn’t get me a present,” you pout, laying your head on the couch cushion. 
“No, I did,” he says matter-of-factly. “I just wanted to wait until everyone else was gone.”
“Wha—why?” Your head bolts up, attention piqued as he reaches into his coat pocket for a small wrapped box. “Okay…uhm, thanks?” You chuckle awkwardly, starting to unwrap the shiny paper. “But you coulda just—” and there it is. A box with sparks and firetruck-red words, complete with a plastic window revealing a small, red clit vibrator. “Uh…Tae?” Your ears turn as red as the box itself. “I think you meant to give this to someone else?”
“No, no. That’s for you.” You’re in absolute shock. “I just…couldn’t stop thinking about what you told me, which,” he takes a deep breath. “I just felt, like, that was something you really trusted me with…you know, telling me. So,” he says, taking your hand. “I wanted to see if you’d let me make you cum for the first time?”
“You’re joking,” you snort, but he is obviously very serious about this. Big eyes staring at you sternly, eyebrows just barely stitched together, lips pursed. 
“Just let me help you through it the first time? Might make you a little less nervous.”
Oh, how did you end up here? Naked, laying on your back in your bed, Taehyun sitting criss-cross applesauce on the mattress next to you, reading over the user manual of this sex toy. He’d already read them and got a tutorial on how to use it in the store, but he wanted to double check everything. 
“So, go ahead and press and hold—”
“Wait, Tae?” He hums in question. “Um…do you think we could warm up to the sex toy?”
“What, you wanna, like, kiss…?”
“No, just…” you sigh. “Just tell me what to do.” Everything in him shifts. 
“Oh, okay,” he chuckles, wrapping his brain around every little thing he wants to do to you, but this…this is about you. “Squeeze your tit for me.” Slowly trailing your hand up your side, you rest your hand over it at first, the nerves getting the best of you. “Squeeze it for me, okay?” He says. “That’s it…that’s a good girl. You listen so well, hm?” It’s taking everything in him to not take over and fuck you right there, but he wants you to make yourself cum for the first time. 
See, that was the plan the entire time. He wanted to give you the courage and ability to fuck yourself. And that just makes you positively giddy. 
“Lick your fingers…rub them over your nipple.” You follow his instructions. “Try the other…which one feels better?”
“Uh…” you stutter, breathless words on the tip of your tongue. “The right.”
“Rub the right one for a while,” he says. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Close your eyes and take some time to just feel it…tell me how you feel.”
“It feels,” you start, “kinda weird.” Chuckling, you open your eyes to shyly look over at him. But you quickly shut your eyes again, because even though it feels weird…it still feels good. 
“That’s okay. How else does it feel?”
“Feels like…there’s waves washing over me,” you say, chest heaving. “Little waves.” And suddenly—you feel it. You’re wet. You’d been wet before, but this time, it was different. You’d done it to yourself. “Woah,” you gasp, rolling your hips. 
“That’s it…just like that, baby—oh, can I call you that?”
“Please,” you groan, throwing your head back. You found your hand traveling toward your clit. 
“Don’t touch yourself yet. Just keep rubbing that pretty nipple of yours, okay?” You nod, but this is torture. You’ve never felt this before and he’s making you hold back? What a jerk. “Now, I want you to cup your pussy. Just put your hand over it and let your hand rest there for a bit.”
You laugh out loud, “What’s that gonna do?”
“Just do it.” 
You shrug, following his instructions that you disagree with, but hey—maybe he knows something you don’t. Your hips keep up a little rhythm while your hand rests there, just teasing yourself. He was right. That son-of-a-bitch was right. It’s a teasing technique and it works. 
You let out this embarrassing whine and he says, “Told you.” You roll your eyes before— “Rub your nipple again.” 
All you can think is—”When am I gonna be able to use my present?”
“Soon, I promise,” he says. “Take your fingers and feel how wet you are.”
You do as you’re told and your mouth drops open. You’re absolutely, positively soaking. “Oh my god…” you whisper, a cocky smirk appearing on his face. 
“Rub your clit…just barely.” And you do exactly that—just barely touching yourself, which you’ve never done. So this is a big moment for you. And for a moment, you’re simply proud of yourself. You can’t pinpoint why you were so nervous to do this, but you must admit, it does feel right having him here for this. 
“Now, take your toy,” you’re eager—almost too eager. “Flip it on to the lowest setting.” 
“How is this supposed to touch my clit? Won’t it hurt?” It felt a bit too strong for you, but—
“No, it’ll feel good, I promise.” He broke his one rule—his palm graced your hip, but he stops himself before he could touch you too much. “Rub your lips a bit…” you’re so, so, so eager to let me touch my clit, please. “Do you even know where your clit is?”
And it hits you. No, you don’t. 
He chuckles, “So cute. Why don’t you try and find it for me, baby?” You start moving the tip of the vibrator around yourself, nothing truly hitting the spot. It feels…fine, but not great. You’re simply testing the waters. A little poke here—no, a little poke there—nope. That is until—
“Oh…oh…oh, holy fuck.” You throw your head back, back arching, letting out the sexiest moan anyone has ever heard before. 
“Find it?” You’re already gasping for air, gripping the sheets with your free hand. “No, rub your nipple with your other hand.” You nod lazily, reaching up for yourself and it’s honestly starting to get a bit too much. “Turn it up.” You click it again, and your hips start to shake. 
Something’s building in your stomach. You don’t know what, you’ve never felt like this before, but something’s about to happen. “I think…I think I’m gonna—”
“Stop,” he says sternly and you stop, taking the toy off your clit, thinking something’s wrong. 
“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I just wanna build it up a bit,” he says. You giggle, laying your head back down and starting completely over. All the way to rubbing your nipples, cupping your pussy, starting off at the lowest setting of the vibrator while he whispers dirty things to you. 
Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to.
You’re not gonna cum that quickly, baby. You’ve got yourself your first sex toy and think you know everything now, hm?
Your first is gonna feel so fucking good…you’re so lucky you get to experience your first orgasm like this. 
It’s been an hour. An hour. You’ve been teasing yourself for an hour. Tears are streaming down your cheeks, your skin is hot, your hips have a mind of their own. The only thing you know to do anymore is beg. Just “Please, Tae…please, please, please let me cum.” 
You’ve brought yourself to the edge again—for the sixth time that evening—and you fully expect him to tell you to stop, but when you tell him you’re close, he says, “That’s a good girl. Go ahead. You’ve been such a good girl for me.”
“I can cum?” You almost don’t believe it. You almost cry tears of joy. He hums and you finally let yourself go. Your body feels like…nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s a euphoric bliss that has your legs trembling, hips stuttering, mouth whimpering. Everything just feels so good. 
And he praises you through every last second of it. “That’s my pretty girl, cumming so good for me,” he moans. “Just feel so good for me, please. That’s it. Just like that.”
You think you may have blacked out a bit, you’re not sure, but once you’ve recovered enough, you open your eyes to be met by his big, brown ones. “Oh, hey, Tae.”
“Hey, cutie,” he smiles. “Did that feel good?”
You’re laying on your side, still fully catching your breath, arm over your eyes in disbelief, legs flinching every once in a while. “Yeah, that felt…wow…thank you.”
“No worries,” he smiles. “Happy birthday.”
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Midnight in a Perfect World (9)
Author: @deadbranch Pairing: werewolf!Alex Keller x fem!Reader Summary:  Kirkpatrick & McIntyre advise you on the way forward after last night’s attack.  While they’re out hunting, you and Alex find some private personal time together before returning to post to regroup. Word Count:  3k Warnings:  18+ MDNI, p in v sex, knotting, suggestive language, angst, impolite language. A/N:   The chapter you’ve all been waiting for. Alex can't bear the thought of unfinished business.
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MIDNIGHT IN A PERFECT WORLD (9)
Alex is wearing clothes at the kitchen table.  You suspect it’s only on account of your guests, even if they are his brethren.
The wound in his side is still ugly and painful under the dressing, but the wounds across his back are healed but for the slightly raised welts that remain.
Kurt’s making a frypan full of scrambled eggs as he butters the next two slices of toast for the pile.  There was a plate of bacon on the table, but that’s long gone.  Rai will be disappointed when she returns.  Alex comments that she’ll likely eat before coming back, so it'll be fine.
Moments later, Rai plops down in the chair next to you and reaches for a plate.
“Thanks for the fresh change of clothes,” she stage-whispers near your left ear.
Before you can reply, Alex asks if she ate before coming back in.
“Yup, a doe.”
“Still hungry, then?”
“Yeah. They seem smaller this year, don’t they?”
Kurt sets the heaping plate of eggs and stack of toast in the middle of the table before taking a seat between you and Alex.
“Shit, dude.  Did you eat all the bacon?”  Rai asks Kurt pointedly.
“Nah.  That would be golden boy and his mate.”
Kurt curses as Rai attempts to nudge him in the shin but ends up kicking him instead.  He mumbles an apology under his breath.  Alex clears his throat as he takes up his fork.
“We’re not paired.”
You know he’s itching to add ‘yet’ to the end of his statement, but you’re still getting used to the idea of being a couple, let alone a mated pair.  He’s incredible.  You can’t get him out of your head.
So, you’re waiting for it to pass.  To see if you still feel even half this wonderful after the fireworks stop and the haze clears.  Speaking of haze, you look into his eyes and try to imagine the way they looked last night when he couldn’t see.
He smiles when you meet his gaze.  He reaches across the table to take your hand.  You catch the subtle eye roll from Kurt before the four of you fall into purposeful silence to devour breakfast.
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Kurt crosses his arms as he surveys the yard and front drive from the living room window.
Rai curls up on the loveseat under the blanket she used last night.
Alex takes a seat next to you on the couch, then promptly pulls your legs across his lap before speaking.
“So. What’d you find this morning?”
She takes a deep breath.  “Nothing that we didn’t sense last night.  They’re not local wolves, whoever they are.”
“What happened to your eyes?”  You didn’t think there was anything remarkable about your question until you witnessed their hesitation to respond.
Kurt turns around to look at Rai and then Alex, his arms still crossed over his large chest.
“There must've been a woman among them.” Kurt muses, finally looking at you as he speaks.
As you shake your head, indicating you don’t understand he covers his mouth with one hand before providing an explanation.
“Some female werewolves have caustic saliva when they change.  They have a specific diet they eat that…yeah.  Anyway.  They had one with them last night.  She must’ve spat in his eyes to blind him.”
Alex nods, his lips held together tightly.  He blinks a few times, as though attempting to resolve the remembered pain.  You want to kiss him, to comfort him.  The urge is so intense you almost forget you’re not alone in the room.
“One woman, two men.  I killed the one who went for my throat.”
“Wish I could’ve been at your side, Keller.  We coulda killed all three.”
“I know we would have.”  Alex smiles briefly as he glances at McIntyre’s back and then returns his line of sight to somewhere between the coffee table and the wall. “If I hadn’t fed before they showed up, I wouldn’t be here.”
Rai pipes up from her pile of pillows and blanket on the loveseat.
“We’ve all got full duties on post.  Our best bet is if both of you fall back to your on-post accommodations until we get this figured out.  The farm’s too difficult to defend on your own.”
Alex squeezes your thigh and calf in each hand as Rai states the obvious.  You sense a pull, a longing in Alex.  He enjoys the solitude of the farm.  Being alone with you.  You don’t know for certain, but his emotions prickle at the edges of your brain as he looks up at you.  The effect would be more concerning if you hadn’t witnessed and experienced stranger and more dangerous things in the past week.  And there’s still so much you want to experience.  The privacy of the farm would allow you to do that, to finish the run of your courtship.  Perhaps even complete the requirements for becoming a mated pair.
As though predicting the shared concerns between you and Alex, Rai adds one last comment.  Her voice and the expression on her face let you know she has sympathy for your situation.
“Most of the mated pairs on-post were formalized on leave.  You can work on things together before then.  The others would honor your privacy.  Even to leave the dormitory for a while if that’s what you’d prefer.  Not like we can’t all go to the bar at the same time.”  She wiggles her eyebrows.  Kurt huffs out a laugh, his back still to the room.
Alex nods again.  “Not as romantic, but we can make it work.  Right, babe?”
As he looks at you, you can’t help but feel the blood rush under your skin.  You both know what he’ll be doing with you the next time you have at least an hour alone together.  You smile.
“You’re right.  We’ll head back to post this afternoon.  In the meantime, the three of you should probably hunt some more before going back.  It’s still Sunday.  Nothing due until tomorrow.”
“I’ve already hunted today.  McIntyre, you should run with Keller, just to make sure he can feed without having to watch his own back.”
“Was thinking the same thing.  You ready, Keller?”
“I need to drink some more water first.  Give me ten, I’ll be ready.”
Alex lifts your legs as he stands, setting you gently back on the couch where he’d been sitting.
He doesn’t need to say it, and he knows it.  You feel the love emanating from him.
He’ll see you again soon.
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Alex is in the shower, having just returned from his run.
McIntyre had said something in common vocal to Rai when they returned.  She said he still had some left in him if she was interested in joining him on another run.  Rai promptly drank a liter of water and then ducked into the backroom to change.
You sense his presence without seeing or hearing him.  He’s behind you, sneaking carefully, his feet making no discernable sound.  You allow him to believe he’s successful in keeping the element of surprise.  As his hands slip around your middle, you intentionally jump a little in his arms.  He pushes his nose against the back of your neck and whispers that you’re alone.  McIntyre agreed to keep himself and Rai away from the house for at least two hours.
He bites into your shoulder from behind, just hard enough to elicit a sound of surprise from you.
“I need you,” he mumbles against your skin as he reaches down the front of your sweats, tracing the tip of his index finger over your mons, through your panties.  Before you can reply, he withdraws his hand just far enough to slide back between your panties and your skin.  His practiced hand locates your clitoris, trapping it between his thumb and first two fingers.
“Then take me, Alex,” you gasp with your head tipped back against his shoulder.  You reach back with both hands and grab fistfuls of his hair as he kisses and bites his way up your shoulder to your neck.  It’s grown out because of his recent changes and your active sex life.
Time to make it grow some more.
“I will.  But I want to make sure you’re ready.”  He dips two fingertips inside you, slipping through your slick arousal as he hums in your ear.  “I’ll need to inspect you more closely.  To make sure.  Would that be alright?”
“Yes.”  You writhe and gasp, going up on your toes as he teases you.
“Lay down on the bed, then.”
You attempt to separate yourself from him so you can do as he’s asked, but he keeps his hands on you and just follows behind.
As you reach the bed, he turns you around by your hips, then helps you out of your shirt.  You’re not wearing a bra, the way he prefers you.  He takes both breasts in his hands as you kiss.  He slides his hands over your hips between your panties and skin.  Your sweats fall in a heap at your feet, your panties soon following.
Tugging at the drawstring at his waist, you release his sweatpants to fall in a similar heap next to yours.  He’s not wearing underwear.
Just the way you prefer him.
He’s fully erect and his balls are hanging a little higher than usual.  His knot is already swelling in preparation.
Taking your chin in his hands, he kisses you as his erection pushes against your belly.
“When will you know to put it in?” You look into his eyes as you ask.
“It’ll just feel like the right time. It’ll be in the moments before I come.”
“What if it’s too large by then?”
“It won’t be.  And I’ll be gentle.  If you need to stop, just say so.  We’ll stop immediately.  But once it’s inside you, it’ll be in for at least twenty minutes before I can pull out.  So if you need to stop, please say something before then.  Is this still something you want?”
“Yes.  This is what I want.”  You breathe the words as though you’d been holding your breath. 
“Are you mine?”
“I’m yours.”
“And I am yours.  We belong to each other.  Before we get started, fair warning.  I might say some things that sound crazy while I’m in full thrall.”
You frown as you run fingertips through his beard.  “What kind of things?”
“Like...I’m putting a baby in you, tying you to me, making you heavy with my pups, that kind of thing.  Full thrall is a weird headspace for werewolves.  It awakens a primal side that predates feminism and the tenets of the Council.”
“The Council?”
He laughs softly and kisses your knuckles.
“A history lesson for another time.  But we should get back to the task at hand before we have company again.”
Out of a sense of playfulness, you toss yourself backward onto the bed and he scrambles after you with an equally playful grin on his face.  He smiles at your natural tendency to open your legs to him and beckon him into your arms.
As your lips meet, his upper body supported on propped elbows, he slides his cock halfway in.
There’s a special spot where he likes to rub that makes your eyes roll back.  He says it helps you open up more when he stimulates you in that little spot. It’s the bend almost halfway up your vaginal canal, and he loves paying careful attention to rubbing and grinding against that bend.
Your mouth drifts open as he stares into your eyes.  His blue gaze is more intense in the dim light of the room, the only light is the dappled glow from around the drapes.
He changes the angle of his hips every few thrusts, then slows his hip movements to let you breathe, then he returns to his relentless pursuit of your pleasure as he thrusts a little faster.
You cry out as he unexpectedly hilts you, giving you his full length except for his knot.
“Do you think you can take another inch of me?  When I give you my knot, you’ll have to take at least that much more.”
“Yes,” you choke out in response.  He’s already pressed against your cervix and your head’s swimming with excitement at the thought of his cum shooting directly into your uterus.  You must be losing your mind.  You realize you want him to impregnate you.
What the hell… is this is the madness he spoke of? The thrall?
You dig your heels into his sides as you attempt to lift your thighs higher than they are.  They’re already as high as they’ll go.
“Do you want to ride me first?  Before I get close?”
“No.  No, keep going.  Please.”
“When I’m close, I’ll change our position to the one we decided on weeks ago.  Remember?”
You nod vigorously.  He stabilizes your head and neck with both hands as you kiss, still propped on his elbows as he thrusts fast and hard into your slick pussy.
A flood of thoughts, images, emotions flow into your mind and body.  Some are easy to parse as his, but before long you can’t tell your emotions and desires apart.  They swirl and combine until all you feel is his body cradling and protecting yours as he fills you with his cock with full intention to make you a mother.
He’s preparing you, loosening you up.  You’re his mate.  You were meant to be joined, to be together this way, in every way.  He’s going to make you a mother.  He’ll always fuck you like he’s going to give you everything he has.  Every.  Fucking.  Stroke.  Oh god, you’re opening up, letting him in…
“Fuck, hold on…”
Your trance is only mildly interrupted as his hips cease thrusting as he repositions your left leg across your body so both your legs are bent, knees together.  He lowers himself back onto the mattress at your left side, draping your bent legs over his left hip.  You’re still laying on your back as he thrusts into you, bracing his efforts against your bent legs.
He kisses your lips before whispering, his voice giving away only a mild tremor, “I’m gonna come.”
You swallow thickly.
“Give me your knot.”
Reaching down between you, he compresses the swollen tissue with his fingers as he pops his knot into you, one side at a time.  As he rapidly engorges inside you, the sudden rush of fullness makes you gasp.  His shoulders bow as he rests his forehead against yours, attempting to catch his breath as an apparent wave of dizziness passes through him.
“Fuck.”
You grip the back of his neck as you kiss him soundly, letting him breathe between the presses of your lips and licks of your tongue.
He reaches between your legs to touch your overly sensitive clit.  As your hips jolt, you roll them in the rebound.  He bites into his bottom lip as he snakes his right arm under you neck as he continues the slow and electrifying tease of his fingers between your legs.
His kisses are slow, like his Saturday morning kisses.  Nowhere to go, all the time in the world.  Nothing but your pleasure and his.  He removes his hand long enough to assist his mouth in finding a nipple, then it returns to making your hips writhe against his pelvis, the knot holding you firmly against his balls, now drawn up tight as they empty themselves.
“Alex…”
His mouth is occupied.  He sucks a little harder, his tongue rasping against your nipple.  You’re reminded of how rough his tongue felt on your skin when he was in wolf form, licking at your neck.
You clench at the memory of the beast looming over you in the moonlight, your sweatpants pulled down below your hips.  The same beast is now tied with you for the next half hour, slowly pumping his spend into you as you writhe and squeeze around him.  He wasn’t kidding when he said that you’d feel every part of each other.
His mind is warm, wandering in a haze of lust. Color swirls through the haze, oranges, yellows, reds, like a sunset.  He’s thinking about how tight you are.  How lucky he is.  How you’ll look when you’re swollen with his child.  His mind goes blank as you clench again, sending sensation through him like a zap of electricity.  You do it again and he wails inside his head as though falling from the sky.  You intentionally clench as hard as you can, and the internal wailing stops.  His head lolls against your chest as he teeters on the edge of consciousness.  No, no, no, wake up…
You lift his head with your right palm under his chin, your thumb mostly supporting the weight of his head.
“Alex.”
His eyes aren’t fully closed, but his pupils are fully dilated beneath his half-mast lids.  You say his name again and kiss his lips.  He slowly comes to life under your lips, as though your love and attention revives him.
“Are you still with me?”
He nods slowly, almost drunkenly.  He smiles as he adjusts his hips, pursing his lips and wincing as his knot stays firmly planted.
“We still have a ways to go.  Will you be okay?”
You stroke his face as you talk.  He leans into your touch, his eyes closing and reopening so slowly you wouldn’t call it a blink.
“You feel so good, babe.  I could stay here forever.  With you.  Forever.”
“Just half an hour this time, my love.”
His cock twitches and you feel so full you could burst.
“No,” he shakes his head again, opening his eyes with more sober intention than before. “Forever.  Be mine, for the rest of my life.  Please.”
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Beds
Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Summary: While sharing a hotel room with Reader, Bucky has a nightmare.
A/N: Surprise. Bet y’all didn’t expect a fic from me. How longs it been? Too long. Anyways, I’m rewriting one of my old fics, or more so taking the same concept but doing it more in character. Also I think this is the first time I’ve written something where we don’t see Bucky’s pov, so I think that’s kinda fun. Btw I’m rusty so don’t judge me if it shows. Also I think this is gender neutral but I’m not sure?
Warnings: language, sexual references, nightmares, ptsd, panic attack (not too intense), allusions to some hydra stuff but nothing graphic, hurt/comfort, frenemies to lovers, Bucky is moody, the one bed trope™️, no use of “y/n”, kinda sappy
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A loud sigh came from the left of you just before the elevator dinged and the metal doors creaked open. You ignored him, you chose not to engage in his passive aggressiveness. You weren’t going to accept the invitation of a petty rant hiding behind that sigh.
You walked down the hallway with Bucky stalking behind you, like an angry pitbull trailing after its owner.
“I don’t even know why we got a fucking hotel in the first place.” Bucky grumbled, and you could practically feel the weight of his eye roll, even though you couldn't see it.
“Here we go.” You muttered under your breath. “What did you want? A safe house? It’s not like we’re on some high stakes, undercover op. Anything more than a hotel would be excessive.”
“Anything more woulda had better sleeping options.” He whined. “Coulda at least got us separate rooms.”
“My god, give it a rest Bucky, you’ve been complaining all day about this.” You we’re exasperated, it was about the third time you’d heard him gripe that day.
“Well, I’m not a fan. Us sharing is the stupidest fucking idea Sam’s ever had.”
“Bitching about it isn’t gonna change anything. And, it’s not like we have to sleep together or anything, I’ll be in a whole different bed.” You said, unlocking the room door. You had been looking forward to chilling out and resting, but as soon as you entered the room, you realized that your night would be anything but restful.
“Fuck.” You laughed, humorlessly, knowing you were about to hear an endless rant. “I take that back, there isn’t different beds.”
Surprisingly that rant didn’t come. Bucky weirdly seemed calmer than he had before and merely shrugged. “‘S fine. I’ll take the floor.”
“Well, one of us can try the couch?”
“That thing could fit a toddler at best.” He gestured towards the small leather love seat as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion he had ever heard, and in all honesty, he had a point.
You pinched the skin between your eyebrows. “Sam said he booked a two person room.”
He shrugged again and then blankly said. “This is why he shoulda booked separate rooms.”
“My god Bucky, I’m not that bad of a roommate. I don’t snore, I don’t sleep walk, and it’s not like I’m gonna kill you in your sleep. It’s one fucking night. Just-“ You took a deep breath and tried to mellow out. “You can have the bed.”
“No, you can have it.”
“You’re obviously more tore up about this than me, so it’s yours. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“No.” He refused, his eyes held an odd stubbornness. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“I literally don’t care, I’ve done it a million times. Plus, your grumpy ass probably needs some good sleep.” You half teased, trying to do the nice thing. You unzipped your bag and pulled your belongings out. “I’m gonna go change clothes.”
When you came back from the bathroom, Bucky was already in his boxers and a T-shirt, positioning a pillow and blanket on the floor.
“I told you the bed was yours.”
“Okay, and?”
“Why are you getting down there?“
“Why the fuck are you arguing?”
“Because you’re all pissy about this whole situation, so I’m trying to make your life easier and give you the bed.” You didn’t understand his defiance and odd aversion to the thing he’d been complaining about restlessly: the better sleeping option.
“I don’t want the goddamn bed, just shut the fuck up about it!” Bucky snapped. His outburst caught you off guard, he acted as if you had been purposefully pushing his buttons.
“Damn, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, almost offended at the way he lashed out. “I get you’re trying to be all gentlemen-like but ya know, the aggressiveness defeats the purpose.”
“It’s not about being a gentlemen. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not being nice, I-“ He grunted. “Never mind I don’t owe you a fuckin’ explanation. Just get in bed.”
“I will, thank you, cause I’m tired. Especially tired of whatever the fuck is up your ass and has you so bitchy.”
You said it with full sincerity, of course you were used to bickering with Bucky but it always was in a playful manner, even when annoyed with each other, it was always friendly fire. There had been no sign of that all afternoon, Bucky was purely hostile and treating you like his greatest burden.
“You running your damn mouth and arguing isn’t helping anything.” He spat as he turned off the lights.
“Wow, sorry. Didn’t know offering you the bed was so fucking rude and offensive.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He groaned.
You muttered “fucking dick” under your breath.
“I heard that.”
As you settled into the bed, you couldn't help but roll your eyes in frustration. You found yourself pondering what you could have possibly done to provoke such a strong reaction from him. You couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't entirely about you. Maybe something else was going on and you were standing in as Bucky’s punching bag, just being the unfortunate catheter for his anger.
It didn’t matter. You had to force all the worry and aggravation out of your head because his attitude wasn’t worth losing sleep over. The last thing you need was to be exhausted on a mission.
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You were jolted awake by a sudden, loud gasp, followed by a soft groan emanating from his direction. Rubbing your eyes, you opened them to find him sitting upright, his knees drawn close to his chest. He looked so small, a stark contrast to the huge stature and borderline intimidating presence you’d become so familiar with. His breathing was audible despite the distance between you, it was quick and shallow.
“Buck?” You concernedly called out to him but he didn’t answer. You then got out of bed, and flicked on the nightstand lamp.
“Bucky?” You tried again when you were closer.
Out of all the time you’d known Bucky, this was the first you’d seen him vulnerable. He was trembling harshly, hyperventilating too. He seemed equally dazed and terrified, but also distant as if he were lost in his head. You always thought Bucky had rather sad eyes but right now, the way they were widened with fear and slightly watering, took it to a whole new level.
You knew what was happening and seeing it felt like a stab to the heart. You slowly sat down in front of him, keeping space between you as to not worsen his panic.
“Buck, it’s okay.” You cooed. “Can you hear me right now?”
His gaze shifted to you, finally making eye contact, which gave you an answer.
“Okay, can you try to breathe with me? Deep breath…in 1…2…3” You exaggeratedly took large, slow inhale to lead him. “Out 1…2…3…”
You repeated the example, guiding until he finally started to follow along with you. “Good, you’re doing good. Do you know where you are?”
“….hotel. We’re on a mission?”
“Good, that’s right, good. It’s okay. You’re safe.” With a gentle and caring tone, you spoke to him, hoping to bring a sense of peace to the turmoil that was raging within him. Your heart felt heavy as you seen the pain that was laced within him, and you wished so badly that you could erase it all. You’d been scared you weren’t doing the right things, but his increasing improvement made you more confident.
“Can I touch you?”
He nodded.
You supportively placed your hand on top of his, stroking your thumb over his skin in a soothing manner. He initially flinched but didn’t pull away. “Starting to calm down now?”
“Yeah.” He released a long heavy breath and wiped the wetness off his eyelids with his free hand.
You sat silently with him, providing that tender, tactile support as he as he worked to regain his composure and steady his breathing. As he gradually calmed down, you noticed the shame creeping over him, causing his cheeks to flush red and his gaze to avert from yours.
“I didn’t want you to see this shit.” He finally said after minutes of silence.
“It’s fine-“
“Fuckin embarrassing is what it is.”
“No, stuff happens. I’m not gonna judge, ya know? I understand. I know what having panic attacks is like.” You revealed in attempt to make him feel more seen.
He slightly shook his head, at himself instead of towards to you, but he stayed silent.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” He paused for a moment, he licked his lips and hung his head even lower. “‘M used to it. Get ‘em bout every night.”
“The panic attacks?”
“Nightmares. Those sometimes comes after though.”
“Oh.” You whispered, feeling like something in you had just shattered. “About hydra?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna talk about it?” You offered carefully.
“Nothing you should hear. My head’s a fucked up place.” He laughed humorlessly.
“Try me.”
He hesitated for a moment, you assumed he was debating on wether or not he should trust you with such a heavy part of himself. “Basically all memories. Not so much dreams, more so just stuff that’s already happened. Flashbacks I guess.”
As his mouth parted to speak, only to close again, you knew that he wasn’t finished so you waited patiently, allowing him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.
“Most of the time it’s…you know…what I’ve done. People I’ve killed. It’s….of course it’s horrible. Pretty gruesome but uh….I’ve gotten better at dealing with those, it’s still….I just get em so much that I can calm down faster now. But sometimes…it’s the shit Hydra did to me and it’s just….I’d get punished a lot. Some kinda torture or beatings, I’ll spare you the details.”
You continued to stroke his hand and stayed silent, not wanting to push him.
“But uh…they had this chair. Um, I’d get strapped down and they’d electrocute me. That’s how they’d…ya know. And I’d always end up there for a wipe after I fucked up. Or even if I didn’t. I don’t what’s worse honestly…the sick twisted shit they’d come up with or the wipe but…but reliving all that….”
“That’s fucking terrifying.”
“Yeah. Yeah, terrifying is an understatement. Sometimes…it’s hard to feel safe after that.”
His breathing started to pick up again. The cracks in his voice made it clear he was starting to get overwhelmed.
You then firmly grasped his hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. “It’s okay, you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t like to think about all that. I try to never actually. It’s like…obviously it’s…I can’t describe how fucking awful. But at the same time, if I do think about it, it’s like I’m ignoring all the evil shit I’ve done. And that’s not fair to everyone I’ve wronged. So then….if I never think about or deal with the torture….when I have to relive it in these goddamn nightmares…it just fucks me up worse. And my fucking luck is one of the few times it happens is when I’m sharing a room with someone.”
Your heart sank to the floor, your own eyes were watering at this point from getting just this small glimpse of his pain. “I’m so sorry, Buck. Hell, I don’t even know what to say right now. I wish I could do more to help.”
“You’re doing enough.“
“You didn’t deserve it, ya know? I don’t know everything that went on but you never deserved to suffer like that.”
“Half-debatable. At certain point it had to become karma for the suffering I was causing myself.” He shrugged solemnly.
“That’s not true. You had no control.”
He sighed exasperatedly, filled with a sad frustration directed at himself. He put his face in his palm. “We’ve had that conversation. You already know I don’t see it that way.”
“Yeah but I hope one day you will. And I’ll die before I stop trying to get it through your head that you’re innocent. You know you’re strong, right? So damn strong to be holding it together right now. After going through all that pain and to still be here and be a good man? To come as far as you have. I’ve never met anyone as strong as you.”
“We can agree to disagree but I appreciate it….and thanks sitting with me and calming me down and all that.”
“Of course.”
“I’m sorry about earlier. This is why…I didn’t wanna share. And this is….one…of the reasons I don’t like sleeping in a bed. Makes the nightmares worse sometimes. That’s not your fault though, so I shouldn’t’ve…I just didn’t want you to know.”
“It’s alright. I get it now.”
“I shouldn’t’ve took it out on you. I really am sorry.”
“Buck, I get why you were upset. Well kinda, I honestly can’t imagine even a fraction of what you go through.”
“Goin a little far with the pity.” He grew a tiny smirk.
“Compassion.” You corrected. “And I can’t help it, I mean…not to get all sappy, but I care about you. A lot.”
His smirk morphed into a smile and you mirrored it. You wrapped your arm around him and laid your head on his shoulder, Bucky then slowly encircled you with his own arms. You knew the hug was Bucky's way of wordlessly affirming that he cared about you too.
“Didn’t know Mr. Grumpy was capable of hugging.”
“Consider it a one time gift.”
You chuckled in response but then an idea entered your mind.
“You think it’d help if I slept with you?” You asked softly.
He gave you a cheeky grin. “Could at least take me out to dinner first.”
“You know what I meant.”
He sighed. “Not to be an ass but I literally just told you I don’t like beds?”
“No dumb ass, I mean down here.”
He tilted his head and gave a tight lipped frown. “You don’t gotta do that.”
“No. But if it’d help you feel more comfortable, then I want to.”
He didn’t answer at first but because his face had always been an open book, revealing every emotion with striking transparency, he wore an expression that was etched with heartbreaking gratitude.
“Yeah…we can try that.” He whispered, as if he was in shock.
With gentle movements, you plucked the blanket and pillow from the bed and nestled yourself beside him. As you lay towards him, your faces drew closer, until they were mere inches apart. You could feel his warm breath caressing your skin. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you both gazed into each other's eyes, it was almost hypnotic. There was no awkwardness when it should have been expected, instead, a comforting feeling washed over you. You were consumed by excitement, tinged with a soothing calmness. Sure, it was paradoxical, but it was consuming and left you lost in the moment.
“Um…” Bucky started hesitantly but then cut himself off, he bit his bottom lip nervously.
Before you had a chance to even consider the words, they spilled from your lips. You were surprised with your own spontaneity, but the question had already slipped. “You wanna cuddle?”
It was as if you read his mind, you could practically see all the anxiety melt off Bucky before he pulled you into his chest. “This okay?” He asked.
“Mhm.” You replied, allowing yourself to sink into the comforting warmth of his body, all while listening to the soft thumps of his heart beating. It was a new intimacy that strangely felt familiar and natural, like everything had suddenly fallen into place.
You heard him yawn and you hummed fondly at how cute it was. “Goodnight, Buck.”
Tenderly, he leaned in and softly placed his lips upon your forehead, holding them there for a fleeting moment before settling his chin atop your head.
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Bucky straddled your lap, his hand cupping your face as he devoured you in a passionate kiss that unraveled you with each flick of his tongue. His other hand roamed to less innocent regions of your body, exploring them with a touch that was both bold and tender.
He repositioned and pressed you down onto the couch, towering over you as his tongue continued to dance in your mouth. You were both breathless, and desiring more. He proceeded to plant kisses on your jawline before moving down to nibble on your neck.
He suddenly stopped, muttering against your skin. “You wanna move to your room? Have a little more space for this?”
“You know what’s funny?”
“Hm?”
“How before we got together, you hated beds, but now you want in my sheets every damn second.” You teased.
“Well…feels a lot more pleasant now.”
“Weird way to say ‘I’m always horny’.”
“I’m making up for 80 some years. And like you aren’t, you’re worse than me half the time.”
“Definitely worked up now, so get me to the bed and we’ll go as many rounds as you want, pervert.”
“Fuck you.” He laughed.
“I’m waiting for it.”
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astrid-sorensen · 1 year
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Hurt Like This - Joel Miller x reader
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Genre - Angst, fluff
Warnings - mentions of sex, unestablished relationship, reader is described as being a lot smaller than Joel
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You and Joel had spent years together in the QZ but will he ever let you through his hard exterior? When your bloodied and bruised, who will be there?
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You and Joel had been partners for many years now, your relationship always up in the air much like everything else in life. You never knew where you’d next end up, or what you would be finding yourself doing to survive this misery. But when you’d come home, bloodied and bruised, you’d be lying if the way Joel’s neurotic look did make your heart skip a pump. “Who the fuck did this?” He roared enraged, a forbearing hand coming up, wide fingertips considerately holding at your chin to get a better scan.
“I was making a trade with Jude and outta nowhere he got some dude to rob our shit.” You moped, flinching when his hand grazed a tender spot. Joel watched your face as you carried on. “And I wasn’t gonna not put up a fight.” You halfheartedly joked. Like the answer was blatantly obvious.
“What have I told you about tryna take people like him on!” The Texan shot back, a rumble in his chest reverberating out through his gritted teeth.
“Joel, I wasn’t gonna let him take our shit. You know how hard we worked for that stuff.” Defensive replies leaked from your mouth, bargaining with the elder man. Joel was having none of it.
“It don’t matter! You coulda got yourself killed!” The brunettes glare could freeze hell over and you felt it in the depths of your soul. “Have you got the stuff then?” He quizzed knowingly.
“Well, no.” You began shortly before being cut short. Joel stood with haste, his athletic mountainous body imposing from up above.
“So what was the goddam point then? Fucking look atchu, nose all bloodied, black eye.” He embarked on listing.
“Oh c’mon! Like you don’t get yourself a little banged up now and then!” Your argued words didn’t get through to him, but Joel didn’t want to containing bickering with you.
Joel heaved, frustrated. He brown irises studied you, brow bone stitched in an extensive scowl. He looked upset, genuinely, sincerely upset. “I’m okay, I promise.” You offered to him sympathetically.
Joel advanced to the cupboard, acquiring a bottle of malt whiskey and a rag to sanitise the wounds. Pain seared in your cheek, the dusty blue cloth sweeping against the apple of your cheek as he cleaned you up, not quite affectionately. You memorised the imprints on his complexion, the sun spots that had appeared over time, the deep creases implanted in his forehead and around his mouth. The coarse unshaven ashy hairs on his face and neck.
Though he never showed it, times like this you would see the softness peek through his demeanour. His glare loosening and he focused on the task at hand, a slim gap between each lip, that he breathed through to concentrate. You’d not once witnessed him like this with any other person. As he finished up he went to boil the teapot, brewing a hot drink for you to aid the heeling and pain. His heavy footfalls made the wood creak beneath them as he joined you again.
“Go lie down, you need to rest it off.” As you raised you winced, agony shooting through your foot as you remembered rolling your ankle from running away. Brazen arms swung from behind, clutching one bicep under your knees as you were forced to hold around his thick neck. His stoic face was focussed on his actions, afraid to look down at you as you were in his arms. Joel was certain the view would send him into some kind of mania, your beautiful body so small in his upper limbs, holding onto him for safety just how he thought it should be. The idea made his testosterone peak.
He settled you on the bed, in the perfect space you didn’t need to adjust and pulled up an old blanket over you. Yours and Joel’s relationship was complicated. Very complicated.
You’d met a long 8 years ago, teaming up on a run, eyes meeting in the middle of the stranded library. Both on your way out to make a hunt. A clicker had launched round the corner, your small pistol firing off, over and over from where you were splayed on the dusty floor. Knees bent to gain some leverage. Joel had advanced from behind, grabbing onto the monsters shoulders and swinging it into a substantial glass cabinet, glass fragments spilling onto the ground, before shooting it twice in the head.
Making the decision to stick together all the way on the run and back, and so forth for the future. Joel didn’t approve having another person around at first, his mind proclaiming to him it would just be another person to look after. But he couldn’t deny that you did bring some advantages to the table, you had saved Joel’s life on more than one occasion and the company as you slept in deserted buildings was something he grew to desire. Quickly your connection grew and you moved into his apartment, rationing his bed as you spooned. You both began to feel sheltered in each others company.
You had never kissed, as much as you dreamt of of it. Nor had you either ever expressed any feelings, except a fondness of your friendship. You’d shared bodies a few times, Joel harshly fucking you into your release and then his, but there was no tenderness shared. Just a brute passion for orgasm. He held you tightly thereafter, crushing you into his broad chest as his hands snaked around your middle, but once you woke, normal interactions resumed.
You rolled onto your side, getting comfy in the bed as Joel shuffled off your brown boots for you, taking extra care with your injured side. He then wriggled in behind you, thick fingers tentatively sliding across your waist as he silently asked for permission to cuddle. Nothing was said, granting him the pleasure of cradling you tightly in his grasp, his head leaning cautiously on the flat pillow behind yours, you could just about feel his deep breaths on the back of your neck.
“Promise you won’t play that shit again.” A gritty drawl echoed through the barren room. “If someone threatens you, you drop it and come straight here.”
“Okay, Joel.” You responded, softly. His thumb rubbed tiny patterns gently on your front.
“I hate seeing you hurt like this.” Words whispered into your sheets, but they definitely weren’t missed.
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heartfullofleeches · 1 year
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why can’t we have monster sheriff reader and horny ass town mayor and bandits
(Werewolf sheriff? Werewolf sheriff.)
A picture frame crashes to the abyss as you tumble into the nightstand. Those god damn idiots. Robbing someone blind on today of all days. The rage visible in the venom dripping from your teeth only upped their ante. None the wiser to your curse, the little demons damn near fainted when a growl slipped from your throat as you chased them about, catching the bastards in record time so you could return home before it was too late.
Your spine curves against the floorboards as you fall onto your side. You barely made it back before the transformation began. Your fangs assault your gums in trial to force out your human canines; the smell of the blood flowing from the vacant holes sending you into a furor. Course hair sprouts over your entire body, stemming from the deep claw marks on your bicep. The scar flares with a white hot pain in similar burn to when you first received it, the fruit bearer of your blight.
You drag your body across the floor as your limbs extend; fighting to reach the basement before the haze clouding your mind traps your brain in its fog. Vision spotty, the soft moonlight on your back doesn't register until you're facing it fully as you writhe in pain. Your talons rip the wood to shreds as your conciousness slips; heartbeat hammering through your maw. The last thing you hear before everything fades is a door handle rolling across the floor.
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"You moron! Now they'll know we're here if they're home."
"Sorry! I'm still excited from earlier. Coulda swarn they were tryin to take my head off with that swing."
Shaking off the fuzzy shutter the memory brings, the lockpicker joins the rest of the group in piling into your home. The bandits were worried about you after your public display. While you losing your shit was a welcome surpise, they feared you had a bad week and wanted to cheer you up in the only way they knew how. Stealing things and dumping them off in your shack.
As they place their goods in various directions, a shout comes from the bedroom.
"Hey, guys- come quick!"
Rushing inside your room, the bandits stumble across the scene of a crime that looks like a tornado blew in armed to the teeth in blades. The nightstand was knocked over and blinds torn from the rack. Claw marks splintered the floors, walls, and even the ceiling. The moonlight centered on the bloodstains in the carpet; four teeth embedded in the wool.
The leader kneels and picks up a tooth. "What the hell happened here?"
"Is the sheriff okay?..."
"Look outside, I saw something move!"
A large shadow slinks away from view. Reflecting the natural light, the pin on its tattered clothes could only be one thing. The sheriff's badge.
"What was that?"
"Whatever it was, it has something to do with the sheriff. Follow it."
Fueled by anger and fear, the bandits barrel out the backdoor and after the creature. It's long gone by the time they tumble outside, but footprints and broken leaves lead them directly in its wake. Their adrenaline makes the chase as close to a match as possible for a beast of such calibre; broad shoulders easily the size of at least two of the bandits' torsos.
The pursuit comes to a halt as the group approaches the old farmer's gate. Fool spent a fortune on silver wiring after the lawsuit he lawsuit. As it stands still, the bandits get a good look at the creature. Fur as black as midnight, jaws and dentures that could snap some clean in two, familiar eyes. Looking closely at the beast, it becomes clear that the torn clothes on them aren't from them ripping someone to shreads, but from someone growing to large to wear them. A sheriff hat sits tucked bewteen its ears.
"S...sheriff?
The wolf's ear twitches in recognition. You huff in warning.
All at once things become clear to the group. All at once - that fear they each felt blends with something else. Those claws. That build. You could annihilate whoever you pleased. And that was one of the hottest things imaginable.
"Holy shit."
The human part of your brain wonders if now would be the best time to use the silver bullet tied around your neck as they approach. The weight of nearly a dozen humans jumping on you is about the same as a fly in your hair, but to avoid any casualties you allow them their fun. You have enough control for that, you think- till hands start wondering where they shouldn't.
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leeknow-thoughts · 2 months
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could we get a longer piss kink drabble w jeongin >_< 🤭🤭🤭
MAY I DO FEM JEONGIN ?!?!? BC I HAVE SOME INAPPROPRIATE THINGS I WANT HER TO DO TO ME HEHE
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GOLDEN HOUR
TW(s) : pee duh, fem!reader, fem!jeongin, cunnilingus, petnames, dom!jeongin, sub!reader
You were exhausted from hiking, but by gosh you were going to keep going, you had to. Your girlfriend just wanted to hike a few more minutes and then she swore you both could go back to camp. You obliged, you knew how much she loved hiking after all. But you couldn't stop the ache in your stomach that had been there for almost ten minutes.
You had to pee, and you had to soon. "Jeongin can we please just go back to camp!" you plead with the girl in front of you.
"Please just ten more minutes! Then we can turn back!" she whines.
"Please I have to pee!" you exclaim.
"You coulda just said that! I'd stop and let you pee behind a bush!" she huffs, turning around to face you.
Her long hair was put up in a messy bun, she had no makeup on, she looked so beautiful like this. "I'm not peeing behind a bush," you huff.
"Fine lets keep going down the trail there has to be a bathroom somewhere," she figures.
You both keep walking forward, moving under an area covered by trees. The sunlight poking through the leaves. Not another person in sight. "It's so pretty here," you can hear the smile behind Jeongin's voice.
You hum in agreement. "There's no one around," she points out, turning around to face you again, a devilish smirk on her face.
She closes the space between the two of you, her hands holding your jaw as she kisses you deeply. Your own hands roam around her face, holding her head in your hands. "Innie we shouldn't, what if we get caught," you mumble between kisses.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she smirks, pulling you back in for another deep kiss, "you.... wanna... be seen hmm.... want everyone to watch..." she mumbles between kisses.
The pressure in your bladder becomes stronger when Jeongin presses her leg in between yours. "Jeongin I still have to pee," you whine when she moves to mark your neck.
"I know baby," she coos, "here let me take your pants off yeah?"
She shimmies your pants down, helping you step out of them and tossing them to the side. You feel her hand cup your clothed cunt. "Atta girl, so wet hmm just from a bit of kissing," she chuckles, standing up straight so she is looking you in the eyes.
She moves your panties to the side and her long fingers slide up and down your folds. You buck forward when her fingers start rubbing your clit just right. Your eyes snap shut, lips falling into an 'O' shape. "Aww you like that don't you," she coos, kissing the top of your head.
The feeling of fullness in your bladder just keeps getting worse and worse, you feel as if you're gonna burst. "I have to pee!" you squeal.
"Yeah?" she coos, "c'mere."
She removes her hand, she pulls you to a cut down log and makes you put your right leg up. Your pussy on display, "go on pretty girl," she urges you.
"But- but my panties," you whimper.
She rolls her eyes, slightly annoyed, her hand comes down, pulling your panties to the side. "C'mon baby, think of how good it'll feel," she urges you.
"C-can't!" you squeal, embarrassed, "too embarrassing!"
You feel tears brimming your lash line. Before you can say anything else her free hand is between your legs, rubbing your swollen clit ever so gently.
And that is all it takes, you immediately let go.
You watch the golden liquid come out of you as Jeongin groans beside you. "There you go, let go just like that," Jeongin praises.
She keeps rubbing your clit as you pee, you snap your eyes closed, enjoying the intense feeling of relief. You whine and Jeongin shuts you up with her lips on yours.
You feel the stream end, you slowly open your eyes to see Jeongin looking down at you, her eyes full of lust. Without another word, Jeongin pulls your propped leg down, moving you to the center of the trail, before she gets on her knees.
She is eye level with your pussy. She keeps her eyes on your face when she attaches her sweet lips to your puffy clit. Your hips buck into her mouth as she does such, a small whine leaves your mouth too.
Her lips stay focused on your clit, knowing it brings you close fastest.
She alternates between long drawn-out licks to short kitten licks on your puffy bud. Your hands move into her hair, tugging lightly. The knot in your belly growing and growing until it snaps with a whimper leaving your lips.
"There you go sweet girl, cum on my tongue," she mumbles against your skin, licking up your cum with her tongue.
Fuck, you'd have to go camping with her more often.
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getoswhore · 2 years
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pls what if bimbo reader’s car is in the shop but it’s had so many “problems” that daddy just buys her a new one? geto and toji notice something is off because she hasn’t been coming around, until one day when she rolls up in her new convertible because it randomly broke down one day only for her dad to discover it just needed an oil change. now the poor thing is just back to square one. :(
☰ ft : mechanic! getō x f! bimbo! reader x mechanic! toji
cw/tw : pwp + threesome, degrading, spanking, oral sex (f –> m), cervix fucking, manhandling, dacryphilia.
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“shoulda’ just stuck with us, sweetheart.” a cruel hand cracks down hard and rough against your ass, enough brute to swell a print of his fingers.
“yeah, coulda’ saved your old man a lot of money, buying you a new car like that.” getō jeers, strong hips rocking hard into your drool-filled mouth; the dark prick of hairs at his base tickles at your nose as he lodges himself deep into your little throat.
“and we missed yah too, can't just make deals ‘n run off like that.” toji adds on, hips bucking hard into yours, skin clashing together with an echo at each cruel meet. and the sloppy echo of your pussy creaming around the fat of his cock is pornographic, ringing, and enchanting to his ears, eyes even relishing the milky view of the translucent ring coating around him.
“open your mouth— yeah, yeah just like that,” getō slings a hand beneath your jaw, forcing it to drop low and take in more of him, “we had you that whole time, we were just trying help.” and that cruel grip softens to swipe those pretty tears away, catching them with his thumb.
“yeah, but she's too stupid to understand that, ungrateful slut.” you cry out a muffled sob, gagging and retching around getō’s length, drool spilling out from your puffed-up cheeks and splotching against the cold floors, feeling toji push in deep, oozing tip kissing your perk cervix.
toji drags his cock through your gummy walls, sliding in easily, all of the mess your cunt drools out with eases him through, and just as getō, your slick and warm mouth all wet and wide, taking him in with ease.
“y’know, parts for a convertible is a lot more money than what you had, so you better have the pay..”
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pt. one • pt. two • pt. three
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arctrooper69 · 1 year
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Hey there, may I request Wrecker x Reader with the fluff prompt "i can hear your heartbeat- why is it going so fast all of a sudden?" I really liked your last one as it was so cute.
Hi! Sorry for taking so long! This is such a cute prompt, but of course my brain said "add some angst" so I did. But like, there's still a lot of fluff. It's very hurt/comfort with emphasis on comfort. Hope you like!
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Heartbeats
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Warnings: None, I think? Reader's feeling get hurt but Wrecker makes them all better.
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Your ribs hurt. Every breath sent waves of agony screaming up your side, but what hurt worse was the fact that the entire team was almost killed.
Because of you.
One glance at Wrecker lobbing explosives on joyfully down the hall, and you were caught up in a daze. How someone could be so loud and joyful in a combat zone was beyond you, but he did it and he did it perfectly.
The whole thing was only a training mission, but it didn't matter. You got distracted. You couldn't blame it on Wrecker; it was your own fault for being such a kriffing lovesick idiot. You got distracted and missed an obvious hole in your defenses. A hole that allowed the enemy the flank you. It was a hole that left your team scrambling to cover you when one blast from a droid shot you down from your position, knocking the air from your lungs.
"Dead. We're all dead!" Hunter abruptly deactivated the training droids and turned towards you. Tech, Echo, and Wrecker clamored to their feet. "Y/n. Tell me what happened. Why are we all dead?"
Crosshair slid from the tower with a frown.
The others looked at you, waiting for you to answer him. Crosshair's frown deepened as he briefly met your eyes.
"I...I don't know." You said softly, looking at the ground. Please don't cry. Not here. Not in front of Wrecker.
Hunter nodded slowly. "You don't know?" His voice was dangerously low. "You are part of a team, y/n. A team! We watch each other's backs. You just let your entire team down because you weren't paying attention! You're damn lucky this was just a training simulation because you just got us all killed."
Wrecker scratched the back of his neck, "Hunter, I don't think it was all her fault..." He said sheepishly. "I mean, I coulda paid better attention to yer hand signals. I'm not sure what they mean most of the time. And besides, you forget she's not a soldier like us."
"Obviously." Crosshair rolled his eyes.
"Hey, don't be mean!" Wrecker scolded his brother, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Well it's true. She's no soldier and that makes her a liability."
Tears burned the back of your eyes, you blinked them back furiously. You would NOT cry in front of the boys. You would NOT let them see how much their words hurt. You already felt useless. This mistake only served to prove you correct.
Wrecker growled, stepping forward so that he was almost chest to chest with Crosshair. He looked down at the sniper, who twiddled his toothpick as though he couldn't care less. "You wanna say that again?"
Crosshair narrowed his eyes.
Hunter took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I think we all need a breather. Report back here at 1800 hours. I wanna run this through again." Hunter's gaze lingered on you for a moment. You knew he wanted some sort of an explanation but that was something you couldn't really provide him with. How could you explain that just being near Wrecker made your head spin. How could you explain that being around him sent shivers down your spine.
Hunter had known something was up for a while now. It was only a matter of time before he approached you and today's mishap just gave him another opportunity to corner you about it. Taking a shuddering breath, you whipped around before he could say anything, and headed out into the hall, no longer able to hold back the tears flooding your eyes.
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Thunder rumbled through the damp air and you jumped. Even after being on Kamino for the past year, you still hadn't gotten used to all the storms and the constant rain.
"Hey y/n." You jumped violently. How had he found you so fast? Wrecker sat down beside you. "Sorry," he said softly. "Didn't mean to startle you."
You sniffed, hugging your knees to your chest.
"Don't be too upset, Mesh'la. Hunter's just been under a lotta pressure lately."
You shook your head. "No, he was right. I should've been paying more attention."
Wrecker shrugged. "It happens to all of us. That's why we practice."
"Yeah, but I..." your voice cracked, "I can't.... I don't..." You didn't even know what you were trying to say.
The tears start flowing heavily once again. Welp, I guess Wrecker knows how weak and useless I am now. The thought made you cry harder.
"Oh, cyar'ika..." Wrecker looked devastated as he watched your shoulders shake in silent sobs, not quite sure what to do. He scooted closer and wrapped his arms snugly around you, letting you bury your face into his chest as he held you. His expression melted as you curled into his embrace.
"There there, cyar'ika." He rubbed your back, "I've gotcha. It'll be ok."
Finding comfort in his voice, you let him hold you. He was so warm, so kind, and so - oh no - you froze, immediately realizing that in your upset, you'd crawled right into his lap and soaked his shirt with your tears. This was embarrassing to say the least. You were mortified.
What if he didn't like you? What if he thought this was awkward? Or worse, what if he was just pitying you because he felt bad? You hated to be a burden.
Wrecker didn't seem to mind though. You looked up, confused as he let out a chuckle.
"What's wrong, Mesh'la? I can hear your heartbeat. It got all fast all of a sudden."
You sat up quickly, hoping he didn't see the blush that was very quickly racing up your neck. Your cheeks felt hot.
"I... It's... I'm fine," you stammered out.
Tell him! A voice shouted from the back of your mind. Tell him! It's now or never.
Wrecker was watching you carefully, a worried look soon overtook the amusement in his eyes.
"What is it, Mesh'la? Are you sick!?" He looked stricken. "Oh, Maker. What do I do!?" He began to pace the room, hands anxiously rubbing his bald head. "I should get Tech! He'll know what to do! Hold on, Mesh'la, I'm coming!"
Wrecker bent down, lifting you up into his arms, nearly crying himself.
"Wait!" You cried, alarmed at his reaction. "Wrecker wait. I'm... I'm not sick."
He stopped and looked down at you, confused. He set you back down slowly. "So...what is it? Cuz you look like you wanna throw up."
A ghost of a smile flitted across your face as you let out a small breathy laugh.
"I think..." You took a deep breath. "Wrecker I think I'm in love with you!"
There. You said it. It felt good. Your chest felt so much lighter.
Wrecker was silent. He stood frozen, mouth hanging open. Now it was your turn to be concerned. "Wrecker? You okay there, buddy?" Oh no. He doesn't feel the same. Oh no, you just ruined everything. Oh Maker... You felt your face fall as tears welled up once again.
"You love me, Mesh'la!?" Wrecker's voice suddenly cut though your emotional spiral. You jumped as you looked up at him. He didn't look angry or disgusted. Wrecker looked ecstatic; excited, overjoyed even. He let out a giggle and grabbed you up in his arms again, spinning you around.
He whooped loudly and you giggled, eyes wide in surprise. You hadn't been expecting this. At all.
"I've been wanting you to say that forever!" He cackled.
"Wrecker," you wheezed as he squeezed you tightly. Yes, he really took your breath away. "You're squishing me."
He stopped suddenly and put you down.
"Oops..." He snorted, "sorry Mesh'la. I just got real excited! I love you Mesh'la."
Your heart burst open once again, setting loose the waterworks.
"I love you too, Wrecker."
He twirled you around again and set you down, planting a kiss on your cheek.
"You're crying!" He knelt down, both confused and concerned at your tears.
You sniffed, wiping your cheeks. "I'm just happy, Wrecker. I'm so happy you feel the same, you've no idea."
"I think I've got some idea." He grinned and grabbed your hand in his. "Let's go blow up them clankers. We'll show Hunter what we can do together, cyar'ika. You and me, we make the best team!"
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the-original-sineater · 8 months
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The Wrong Tracy
I was lucky enough to get the incredibly talented @chenria for my artist. Which meant I was spoiled for choice. So I went for something simple.
You can find the image HERE
So, for your reading pleasure, please enjoy The Wrong Tracy.
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Alan checked his watch again, it was five minutes later than the last time he checked it. Which still put it at later than it should have been. He and Gordon had split up; Alan to the panel on the upcoming Cavern Quest movie and Gordon to run the gauntlet of the convention’s dealers room. It was never too early to buy holiday or birthday gifts. But they’d agreed to meet up here by the convention center coffee shop at four. It was nearly five now and the center was getting ready to close down for the evening.
The only reason Scott had let Alan come to the convention was the promise that Gordon would stick to Alan like glue. Gordon might show the flighty surfer boy to the world, but when he made a promise, it was carved out of adamantine. Alan stood on his toes to check the tide of people leaving the center, looking for a flash of sunshine headed his way. He sank back down and looked at his watch again, five o’clock. Gordon was now an hour late and Alan was officially worried.
He took a deep breath and activated the comm in his watch. “John? I’ve got a situation.” 
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Gordon swam back to consciousness and regretted it.
‘ow.'
“… you said the blonde. I grabbed the blonde!”
‘Ohhh… ugh. If the world could stop spinning? Please?’
“He’s the wrong blonde!”
‘Please shut up. Or at least be less loud.’
“You said the short one! He’s the short one!
More synapses were firing in sequence. ‘If you aren’t going to shut up, could you kill me? Please?’
“You were supposed to grab the kid!”
He’d had concussions that felt better than this. What in the Abyss had he been doing? He tried to sit up, but only managed to roll onto his back.
“He was the only short blonde!”
‘Ow. Please shut up. Also, I’m not short. I’m fun sized.’
“Now I gotta rewrite the whole note. Dumbass!”
“Unnh.” He’d made the mistake of trying to open his eyes. The light stabbed into his retinas.
“Hey! He’s awake.”
“Thank God! I toldja not to use so much. You coulda killed the kid with that much.”
‘Who the Hell was - ALAN!’ He tried to sit up again only for his world to become a tilt-a-whirl and he collapsed back down with a moan.
A pinkish blur appeared above him. “Hey, you gonna live?”
“You better fucking hope he lives, we can’t ransom a body!” The first blur was replaced by another and something dark and pink moved at him. “Don’t try anything and we’ll all get what we want.” The blur vanished, then there was a slammed door that made his head ring all the more.
‘Gordo, what have you gotten yourself into?’
Turns out, what he was in, was a mess. From what he could glean from Blurs One and Two, he’d been kidnapped by mistake. ‘Well, better me than Alan. God, Alan, he’ll be going off the deep end.’ He tried to winch his eyes open, only to have the world spin again. He closed them with a groan and held as still as he could. 
‘Scott must be going spare, when he isn’t trying to keep Alan together. Virgil and John will be alternating between keeping Scott, Alan, and Grandma calm and burning down the world to find me. Kayo and’, he shuddered,‘Penny, will be turning the world into kindling for Virgil and John to set fire to.’
Once the world - or his head, he wasn’t sure which, finally settled down, he tried to take stock.  Arms restrained behind his back, headache the size of Two, and his mouth felt like a sheep died in it. Well, he couldn’t do much about the headache or his mouth, he might be able to do something about his hands.
Sudden motions were not his friend and he had to wait several times for the world to come back to true, whatever they’d used on him had some nasty carry-on effects. But he finally pulled his legs up his chest and into a diving pike. It took some work but he got his hands over his butt and up the length of his legs until he had them in front of him. He waited for the world to calm down again before he took a look at what was holding his hands and swore softly. These were actual handcuffs, real-honest-to-god antiques. All the little tricks he had wouldn’t work on these and he was out of the habit of keeping bobby pins on his person. Well, there was a way to get out of them, but it was going to take a bit and it was going to hurt. But first he had to get upright. 
He rolled to his knees and waited for the dizziness to stop. It wasn’t nausea, he could handle that. But his inner ear telling his brain he was swinging from a trapeze was something else. Once it had faded he stayed on his knees, standing would be best, but he wasn’t that sure of his balance. Right now it was a race against time as he twisted the swivels looking for the resistance point and working that. This wasn’t a skill he’d picked up from Parker and the older man’s ‘mis-spent youth’. No, this came from days of binge watching old vids and documentaries about escapology after the Accident. A lot of the movements had been good therapy for working his fingers and hands. He kept at it long enough to make his wrists and shoulders scream at him before the links yielded and one of them snapped.
He fell off his knees and worked on soothing his wrists. Once the world had settled down again he took his first good look at the room he was in and a slow, unhumorous smile broke across his face. “Oh, you guys are so going to regret going after my little brother.”
-Scene Break-
“I swear on the memories of Shi Shen and Naburimannu, I am microchipping the lot of you!” 
Scott winced at the venom in John’s voice. They all had their stress tells: he got loud,Virgil got clipped when speaking, Alan’s voice squeaked, Gordon got quiet, Kayo switched to Malay, and John swore by astronomers. The older they were, the more upset he was. Scott knew those names were from the 4th BCE or older. John was not a happy camper, but then again, none of them were. However;  “I don’t think -”
“Say one more word Scooter and I’m making yours a radio collar!”
Scott’s mouth shut with a click, they were all on their last nerves. The situation of a cruise ship floundering on the Pacific side of the Panama Canal had come in seconds before Alan’s slightly panicked call that Gordon was missing. The rescue came first, but there was an extra edge of worry to it.
Alan’s hands-off security team became hands-on and whisked the teen from the gaming convention the pair had been attending to a safe location. Gordon had, once again, declined a ‘babysitting team’, which was one more reason for John to be going on about microchipping them. Not to mention the smother-storm that would hit once Kayo and Lady P surfaced from the mission they were on. 
The ransom demand had come in the form of a plain envelope left on the front desk of Tracy Tower in New York. End of day meant too many people in the lobby which obscured who had left it. The contents had made Scott’s blood run cold when his assistant Keisha sent him the images: a still picture of a hopefully unconscious Gordon and a printed note demanding five million in large bills. 
The demand for paper money had thrown Scott until Virgil pointed out it was virtually untraceable now. Which was part of the problem: banks didn’t have that sort of cash reserve on hand anymore, time zones and Thunderbirds meant it was a mix of currencies, but it had chewed into the eight hour time limit given them. Not that there was any way to contact the kidnappers, the note only had the amount, the time limit, a location for leaving the money, and the promise of sending Gordon back in pieces if they didn’t. That last one had them all on edge. There were no identifiers on the note of any kind, the printer that had created it was a low cost one of which millions had been produced, rendering it just as unfindable, they had nothing to go on. Just the time limit and a location. 
Which was one of the reasons Scott appeared to be alone as he approached the derelict building on New York’s Eastside. The shifting and slowing of climate change hadn’t come soon enough to keep Jamaica Bay from becoming part of the Atlantic and introducing the city to the joys of sunshine flooding. There hadn’t been time to chip him, but unless they stripped him naked, there were enough trackers in his clothes to mollify John. Scott’s own security team had gone in before him to make sure this wasn’t a trap for an even bigger payoff. Personally Scott wished for his iR suit, the amount of sharp, rusty debris laying around made him glad he was up to date on his tetanus.
He was grateful for both the light pollution and the nearly full moon as he made his way across a slightly damp parking lot and into the worn out building. He readjusted the strap slung over his chest, five million in large bills made for a heavy and bulky bag. “Hello?” He felt like an idiot, but he had to get their attention somehow.  The creaking of the building and the soft slopping of the tide were his only answers. “I’m going to go in deeper,” he said for both his security team and John’s sanity.
“Be careful Scott.”
Scott rolled his eyes a little but John was just as worried as the rest of them. “Careful as I can be.” This had been a nice building once, either offices or apartments, possibly a mix of both, but now it was just a waterlogged disaster. He wove his way through the detritus of decades from people not coping with the fact the world was changing around them out of the lobby and into one of the branching hallways. “Hello?”
This time there was the soft susurration of voices to answer him.
“Mr. Tracy, we have you in sight.”  Tim, the head of Scott’s security team said in his ear. That was a comfort. There had been a rather heated argument about whether or not Scott should go armed or not. The compromise was unarmed but the security team would be and would have eyes on him at all times. 
“Copy.” Scott moved forward again, this time deliberately hitting the metal frame of a chair to send it screeching into a wall. He rocked on to the balls of his feet and waited.
“Scott?” 
He bolted, hurtling over obstacles like he was back in track, not caring if he stayed in sight of the security team or not; Gordon’s voice had been thin and weak, either because of distance or something else. Something else Scott wasn’t willing to contemplate right at this moment. “Gordon!” He slowed down as he came up on a rectangle of light splashing against the hallway wall. “Gordon!”
“Scott! In here!”
Scott slipped the duffel strap over his head, fifty kilos of paper made for an excellent weapon. He ignored the voices in his comm bud as he threw the bag in first as a distraction and dove through the door, angling to one side. 
“I am DAMN glad to see you.” 
Scott rolled to his feet and took in the room. It might have been a store room once, with shelving on three walls, but all Scott cared about was the man leaning up against the back wall. Ruffled, a bit battered, with a puffy bandage high on one cheek. Who was grinning at him. Scott did a quick scan of the area, before doing a double take at the two bodies, currently laying under the ransom bag. 
“Don’t worry about the Tweedles, they’re down for the count.” Gordon held up an arm. “Help me up?” 
Scott moved to do that just as the security team appeared in the doorway. “Mr. Tracy!” Tim’s voice was a mix of worry and annoyance.
“Scott?” John’s voice was tight with concern. 
“We’re fine.” Scott told the room at large. “The kidnappers are over there.” Which Scott promptly ignored in favor of pulling Gordon upright. Gordon clung to his arm and kept his eyes shut for a moment. “Gordon?” Worry reared its head again, ready to sink fangs back into Scott’s heart.
“I’m mostly okay. Whatever they gave me keeps making me dizzy.” Honey brown eyes opened back up. “I’ll answer everything I can later, I just want out of here.”
Scott brought Gordon into a careful hug. “You bet. Let’s go home.” 
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Safe House: Night 4
A night out doesn't end how you expect.
Warnings: these drabbles will containt dark content, including blood, violence, possible rape/noncon, and my usual fare. Your content consumption is your responsibility. If you proceed past this warning, you are consenting to reading sensitive content.
As per usual, I would love feedback. I didn’t expect to write this character so for this, I’d love to know if anyone wants to see more.
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Lights flash, bleary in your eyes with the glaze of vodka bitter on your tongue. The music pumps into you from big bassy speakers, coursing through your veins with the sweetened alcohol.
You and Mona were supposed to do dinner but she insisted that dress can't be wasted on just a restaurant. The club thumps and thrums in your temples, adding to the dizziness of your inebriation.
You raise your arms, swaying, slinking to the beat. Back to your days of undergrad indifference. Live for the moment, let the drunkenness swallow all your cares.
"Bathroom!" Mona leans into yell above the music.
"I'll be here," you wave her away, "I like this song."
She smiles, eyes fluttering dozily before she staggers off. You may have had too much but that worry doesn't stick. You focus on the melody, eluding the cares that nip at your mind.
The lights tint from shade to shade, red, purple, blue, green, as you dance. You don't notice the shadow behind you, only feel the body there as the arm slings around you, urging you back against his warmth. Your heart leaps as you put your hand on the stranger's.
"Hey, baby, you got a hot ass," he purrs in your ears, a tickle along the shell.
You giggle, "thanks," you subtly try to pull away, "sorry, but I'm not looking."
"Just a dance, baby," he coaxes, holding you against him, his bulge rubbing firmly against your skirt as it rides up between you.
"Really, my friend is on her way back," you shout over the volume.
"Think I can handle two," he grinds against your ass, "fuck, you're sexy."
You crane to see him, catching only a hint of his jaw and the bristly mustache. You hold in your uneasiness as Mona pops up before you, eyes rounding in surprise. She leans in, "who's this?"
Before you can answer, he grabs her wrist, twirling her to stand beside you. You chuckle nervously as he stumbles against you drunkenly. He sways you both in time, a hand on each of your hips as he bows his head down between you, "you ladies wanna have some fun?"
"Uh," you share a cautious look with Mona.
"Thanks," she turns and pats his chest, "but we gotta go."
"Come on, we're just getting started," he squeezes your hip as his hand crawls up her side, "you think I can't manage both of you? I'll have you screaming my name–"
"Look, dude," Mona latches onto your arm as she steps back, dragging you with her, "we're not interested."
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, deep, blue, and sinister. His mustache is hardly complemented by the Gucci polo, he reeks of an overgrown frat boy.
"You're missing out," he snarls, "I coulda fucked your brains out."
"Ew," she puffs as you grimace.
You let her guide you away, the glow of vodka fading to tipsy fatigue.
"Can we go?" You ask.
"Yeah, I think we should," she hollers over her shoulder, "let's get our coats."
🚪
You lean heavy on your apartment door, hiccuping as you struggle to aim your key into the slot. Suddenly, the door shifts and you're falling forward. You cry out at the unexpected give, catching yourself against the firm body.
That man, the intruder, is back. His timing as ever is impeccable. He steadies you as you set your feet steady. He swings the door shut with one arm as his other hugs you against him.
You brush him off and step around him, "oh, it's you."
He hums, "it's me."
He wears only a pair of black briefs, his muscle taut beneath his scarred flesh, hair loose and slightly damp around his face.
"You're back," you glower.
"And you're drunk," the latch turns loudly.
"None of your business," you peel off your coat and hang it.
You lift one foot, wobbling as you pull your heel off, stumbling as you switch and tear away the other. You drop them heavily on the mat, your vision swimming as the man appears double in front of you.
"You need some water?" He offers.
"Why are you here?" You ignore his offer.
He sighs and you shake your head at him, elbowing by. He follows you further into the apartment.
"Fine, don't tell me nothing," you pout as you enter the kitchen, "all you do is what you want."
You go to the fridge and pull open the door. It sticks and you waver slightly at the resistance. You grab the pitcher of water and turn to the counter as he takes a glass from the cupboard and sets it before you.
You don't understand him. Why does he cone back? You shiver as you remember the last night he was there. You didn't see him again after his shadow loomed outside your door. He was gone before you found the courage to say anything about it.
"You're wearing the dress," he says as you focus on pouring the water.
"Hm?" You curl your lip.
"It looks good. So you had a wild night out, huh?" He gets closer, turning to face you as he leans a hand on the counter, "dancing up on strange men."
"Like you," you snap and put the pitcher down. You take a deep gulp of water and clink the glass down harshly too.
"Like me, I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer, though," he intones with a snicker, a tickle along the satin. You stop his hand as it stretches over your ass.
"What are you doing?" You hiss.
"So you were dancing with strange men?"
"What do you care?"
"Tell me."
"Stop," you turn and shove on his chest, his hand grazing your thigh as it slips away.
"Why won't you tell me?"
"Because I don't have to. I don't know you."
"You should tell me if you want me to keep you safe," he growls.
"Safe from what?" You huff.
He glares at you. His jaw clenches and suddenly he's marching towards you. You back up against your door as he plants his hands on either side of your head, "from yourself. From the man with the mustache."
"The man… how do you know that?" You wisp.
His eyes spark and he closes them as he snarls, "I didn't. But I thought I saw him following me… shit."
"Shit?" You repeat, a hiccup bubbling up, "what's wrong?"
"This place isn't safe. Not anymore."
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msweebyness · 1 month
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hey, same anon! so...how did it go on Darcy's end?
(Setting: Outside the Boogie Lair, On the Isle)
(Darcy stands outside the entrance to her papa’s lair, hesitating to knock due to what she plans to tell him. She is dating the son of Jack Skellington, after all… Of course, she knows her father loves her more than anything, but that still doesn’t mean he’ll take this news positively at all. Ah well, now or never…)
Darcy: (Takes a deep breath and pushes the doors to the lair, entering the vast space) Papa? You here?
(She smiles and laughs as her father enters the room and spins her around in a bear hug. She really had missed him!)
Oogie: There’s my lil nightmare! (Teasing) Finally decided to visit yer ol’ man, huh?
Darcy: (Laughs) I missed you too, papa! You ain’t stayed holed up down here with me gone, right?
Oogie: (Rolls his eyes) I’ve been gettin’ out of the house every once in a while! Ya know I’m a homebody, darlin’! (She lovingly shakes her head) So how are things over on the mainland?
Darcy: Full of suckers easier to scare than a blind mouse, just like you said. It’s been a hoot! I lost count of how many of those little ‘royals’ have shrieked their lungs out after I spooked ‘em! A few even pissed themselves!
(Her father lets out one of his big, booming laughs)
Oogie: That’s my girl!
(Darcy smiles, before remembering her purpose for coming here. Nervous, because she knows how overprotective her father can be when it comes to boys, she broaches the topic.)
Darcy: There, uh, there is something I should probably tell ya, papa. (Rubbing her arm with a pensive expression)
(The boogieman takes notice of the change in his daughter’s demeanor, becoming concerned.)
Oogie: What is it, Pun’Kin?
Darcy: I, um…(takes a breath) I met someone…in Auradon, papa. He and I…we’ve been going out…about three months now.
(Her father’s eyes narrow. Some dimwit little punk moving in on his baby girl is the furthest thing from welcome news.)
Oogie: (Crosses his arms) Is that right? And just who exactly is this boy you’re so fond of, darlin’?
Darcy: He’s a great guy, daddy! He’s respectful, a real gentleman! He listens to me, and cares about what I think! He’s sweet, he’s smart and he makes me laugh, and he ain’t no goody-two-shoes, neither! He loves scarin’ folks, like we do! (Twiddling her fingers)
Oogie: He from Halloween Town, then? Most of them Auradon folk are too soft to spook anybody.
Darcy: Yeah…His name’s JJ…Jack Skellington Jr…
(The room goes deathly silent at this revelation.)
Oogie: …
Darcy: Papa?
Oogie: Y-Yer datin’…JACK’S BOY?! PUN’KIN, HAVE YA LOST YER EVERLOVIN’ MIND?! OF ALL THE FURSHLUGGINER HALFWIT BOYS YA COULDA CHOSEN IT HAD TO BE-
Darcy: DADDY, STOP! For the gods’ sake, just listen! (Takes a deep breath) Look, I know this is hard for you to process, I know the history between you and his dad…and I know how mad you must be...but I'm not gonna apologize for fallin’ for him, Skellington or not. Me and JJ...we aren't you and Jack, and we never will be! You always say that one’a the most important things to you is that I'm happy... well, prove it! JJ makes me REALLY happy! So I'm askin' you, for my sake, to accept us bein’ together, no matter how much you hate his parents. (Looks at him intensely) Please, Papa.
(The boogieman is silent for a moment.)
Oogie: I just…give me a minute, nightmare. (He leaves the room, Darcy letting out a heavy sigh)
(A few minutes later, her father returns, a pensive expression on his face.)
Oogie: Darcy, darlin’, I ain’t gonna lie and say I’m happy about this…but I know yer a smart girl and you wouldn’t fall for just anybody. And I guess if Jack’s little punk- (Darcy glares at him)…(sighs) his son makes ya happy…I can live with it. (Darcy smiles) I’m just havin’ a hard time trustin’ that this kid, the son of the man who hates me more than anybody…is goin’ in with good intentions with my little girl.
Darcy: (Sighs) I know, papa. But I promise, ya don’t have to worry. JJ’s not like that. He really cares about me…he loves me…and I love him.
Oogie: I guess…as yer papa, that’s all I can ask for. (He softens as Darcy hugs him)
Darcy: Thanks, daddy. I love you.
Oogie: Love you too, my little fright. (He gently ruffles her wild curls.)
Darcy: I will check you for weapons when ya meet him though! That goes for you three, too!
(Lock, Shock and Barrel give innocent “Who, us?” expressions…hiding blades behind their backs.)
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Anyway You Do Chapter 5
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Word Count: 2,664
Writers Note: I didn't expect to make this a series, to be honest
Warning: Smut
Pairing: OC x Elvis
Plot: What happens when love, at first sight, becomes fate.
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Memphis, Tennessee, April 1960
"Oh, El..." she blushed hard,
 "It's true. I think you've got somethin good, and I wanna support your dream the best I can."
"You already are by marrying me." Cecelia gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Damnit, Cece. You may be the sweetest thing I've ever met." he laughed as he kissed her hand, "Mr. Presley..." Denise sighed, rubbing her temples, "M'am..." he looked back at her, "If you'd let my artist work, that would be great." She glanced at him as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Tough crowd, huh..."
"Go, we'll talk about this when I get home." Cecelia smiled. 
"I ain't leavin yet..."
"El..."
"Not with a better kiss, baby." Cecelia giggled as she got on her tiptoes and kissed him, "Coulda asked me to lean over." he smirked, "Like a little teapot." She smirked back at him, "You're a kettle, honey, I'm a coffee pot." he chuckled, kissing her hand.
" Mr. Presley!"
"I'm going, I'm going."" 
Cecelia laughed as she watched him leave. Elvis Walked by Denise, he kissed her on the cheek, 
"Couldn't leave you out, mama." Denise playfully pushed him away. 
"Now get out of here!"
"Told you he's Charmin."Cecelia swooned. 
It was 8:30 p.m., and Elvis could hear the engine of Cecelia's pink Mustang pull to the front of the house. He knew she had to be tired of working all day in the studio, but he wanted to tell her about the movie and his idea to get hers done, "Hope I didn't miss dinner." he heard her voice from the front door as Vernon smiled, "You didn't miss much," Cecelia gave him a nod, "Great, I'm tired and starving." she smiled, "And I dearly missed my-" she ran into her fiances arms as she kissed him,
 "Missed me, I see."
"Always do." Vernon smiled, seeing the two lovers in each other's arms as he shook his head, 
"I'll let you two be."
"So, did you send the soundtrack off?"
"Mhmm, to Desilu studio's, which is always a dream to film at." she smiled. "Of course, you could always send it to Paramount." he hinted, "Since it's where we're going."
"We're..." she looked at him,
"Managed to pull some strings with the Colonel."
"I'm sure that was easy to do." She rolled her eyes, "But how'd you do it?" sitting on the white couch in the living room.
"I told him you ain't going to be a distraction."
"That's all?" She laughed,
 "And you were there for business. So we wouldn't see each other none."
"Ah yes, there it is..." she sighed, 
"Don't give me that sad look."
"What sad look?"
"That one, doll, you know I'm gonna see ya." he kissed her forehead, 
"But..."
"Just trickin' him is all," he laughed. "Besides, your mama thought it was a hilarious idea."
"Of course she does..." 
"Baby..."
"El, it pains me that I have to hide our love. I can only kiss you when no one is around or here, or the studio, or my mother's mansion," she sighed, "I love you, and I'm not afraid to show it, even if the Colonel gets pissed he'll have to be madder than a viper about it." she then took a deep breath, 
"Been bottling that up, huh," he looked at her as she nodded, 
"You know what, no more hiding it then." 
"You mean it..." 
"Anyone's got a problem with it, they can go through me." 
Hollywood California. April 1960
"So I have good news..." Cecelia grinned, watching as the hair team did his hair, "What's the news, babydoll." he asked, looking over his shoulder, "Well, the scripts greenlit and... the cast is getting in place and..." Elvis smiled at her as she kept rambling, 
"Who's playing the love interest." 
"Oh, you wouldn't know him," she smirked, 
"Tell me all about him."
"Well, he's charming. He's done five movies. He has a slew of records and appealing to the audience." She leaned over his shoulder, "Sounds like a catch," he smirked, "I picked him myself." She kissed his cheek, 
"So when do we start filming?"
"Well... next week, but I start getting fitted into my costume today." She smiled, 
"You'll have to show me." he looked at her lips, 
"Elvis... My boy, why aren't you in costume."
"Stop by around lunch." he winked. The Colonel was still on and on yapping. As she giggled, swooning, 
"SHIT, I'm late..." 
Running across to Desilu studios, she had made it just in time for her fitting. Cecelia had feathers in her hair and a two-piece dress made of diamonds, which was supposed to go to Marilyn Monroe. 
"You look beautiful..." Cecelia nodded, looking at herself in the mirror, "It's the perfect dress for a gem like you." Lucile smiled, "Course, if I had your figure, I'd always dress like that." she joked with her cigarette in her mouth. 
"Let's see you walk in it..." she sauntered in it and gave it a turn, 
"You don't think it's too much?" Cecelia asked, 
"I'd say wear it around a bit, get used to it." Cecelia nodded as she took a deep breath. It was happening. Something she wrote was coming to life. Cecelia was walking towards the studio cafeteria. All eyes were on her as she glistened and glittered beyond the lights. She was like a seductive angel. But only one gentleman caught her eye. 
"You're drawing attention to yourself..." Midge whispered.
"So do Rita and Marilyn." She walked by as she got in line. Elvis had popped in as the women swooned and said hi, but his eyes caught onto the woman with every man at her feet. His heart skipped a beat the same way it did at the Hayride. As she turned around, he could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. She was a knock out she was, 
"Cecelia..." she saw him, the uniform nearly sending her over the moon, reminding her of how he looked in the army,
 "Hello... Sergeant."
"Costume fits uh nicely..." 
"So does yours..." she bit her lip, almost piercing it. Taking her by the hand, she could feel the sensation of the leather gloves. 
"We've got an hour to kill..."
"Then let's not waste it..." she smirked. Before she knew it, her back was against Elvis' dressing room, and her leg around his waist, 
"Tell me whatcha want baby,"
"You... " she pulled him by his tie. She kissed him deeply, licking his bottom lip as his mouth opened. She wanted to, no needed to taste him, and he needed the same. His hand found the zipper on her dress. "We got an hour go slow..." she moaned in his ear as she felt his tongue on her neck. 
"It's hard to when you're dressed like this..." nipping at her skin as he trailed his kisses lower towards her breast, giving each of her nipples attention, her head hitting against the wall already. "Fuck..." she gasped, as he smirked, "You're gonna have to stay quiet, doll..." slipping his finger in her mouth as her pretty cherry lips sucked on them. Oh, how he wished she was sucking somewhere else. Cecelia was already on cloud nine. But she needed to feel him. Pulling away, she pushed him against the couch, pinning him down as she straddled him, undoing his belt buckle, finally getting to the main prize, 
"See someones eager..."
"You know what you in uniform does to me." she whispered in his ear, "Remind me." he laughed as she released him from his pants, her hands on his chest as Cecelia sank down on him, a shiver taking over her as Cecelia moaned, "Breathe darlin take it real slow." his hand on her cheek as she leaned into his touch, "Elvis~" she gasped, "Cock drunk already darlin." he chuckled thrusting up into her, his hands on her hips as she followed the rhythm of every pump. She whined as Cecelia arched her back. Falling into the pleasure, if Elvis hadn't known better, he had thought she'd had Betty Page beat to flexibility.
 "That's it, princess..." he grunted and groaned. She was in heaven, and so was he, "Hold on tight..." Picking her up, she was against the wall again, his hips sputtering faster into her. The two filling the room with skin slapping and moans, "Elvis fuck! Faster deeper!" clawing at his back. "Fuck Cece..." he growled in her ear, fulfilling her commands as he could feel it squeezing tighter around him. Elvis was getting lost in the pleasure, and so was she. Neither could care less about anything but each other and the moment. Her hands were in his hair as she tugged a few dark strands. Cecelia was right at her peak, and he was only a mile away, 
"Don't stop! Right there Fuck me!" It was as if lightning struck through him. His hips sputtered out of control, almost as if he were dancing, "Baby! Cece ..." he felt her kissing his neck as she bit his ear. Oh, she had messed up now. He was seeing stars, and so was she, still fucking her through her glass-shattering orgasm as her body finally fell limp against his own, 
"Did you..." 
"Mhmm..." her breathing was heavy and sporadic, "Did you..." she felt him pulling out as she felt empty again. She could feel some fluid running down her leg. Elvis took a wet towel, cleaning her up. Her legs were shaking like Bambi's as he laughed, 
"Was I too rough, honey...."
"You were perfect." she blushed, her head on his chest as she kissed his neck again,
 "Oops..." 
"What, darlin..."
"Someone's gonna need the hair and makeup team."
"Mr. Presley, we need you back on set!"
"Fuck..." he mumbled, "You stay here til I get back." he kissed her forehead, "It's all I can do." she chuckled. Fixing himself up, he walked out of his dressing room and back on set."Have you seen Cece..." Midge looked at him. She then smelled the perfume on his wrinkled costume. "You don't wanna go in there..." Elvis warned,
"Whys that Presley..." she smirked, "We're you two getting busy in there..." Midge looked at all the details as she laughed, and he blushed, 
"I knew I heard what I heard when I heard it..." 
"Don't tell the Colonel."
"I'm sure he knows loverboy." 
A few days had passed, and it was almost close to the wrapping of G.I. Blues. Cecelia had been in her dressing room getting ready to film all her solo scenes when standing by her doorway was, "Elvis... what are you doing here..." she chuckled as the hairstylist was doing her hair, "Wanted to see my favorite girl," he leaned in and kissed her as the stylist gasped, he then handed her a bouquet of pink roses, Elvis must have done something and she wanted to know what, "So I may have let it spill in an interview that we're engaged and your mama won't stop callin about it, and Colonels pissed," he looked at her poker face, hoping she wasn't mad, "Well you did the right thing." she smirked,
 "You're not mad..." 
"Nope..." she looked at him, 
"Cece..."
"El, I said I wanted everyone to know, and now they do." she giggled, "If they couldn't tell by the hickeys, they have to keep covering up." She smiled as he looked at her, 
"So you're not mad?"
"Nope."  
"Promise."
"Promise." She kissed his hand. Cecelia grinned, holding the flowers in her hand. Later that night, Cecelia was in her hotel room on the phone, 
"Have you read the papers?"
"I have..." 
"And you're not going to debunk them."
"No," she sighed, "California's a bit different, " rolling her eyes as her mother was gritting her teeth, "Cecelia, just be careful I don't..."
"Don't want me hurt, don't worry, Elvis has already punched two men in my honor." 
"HE DID WHAT!"
"Oh, would you look at the time bedtime Bye!" she hung up giggling,
 "So how'd the Colonel take..." her eyes were trailing to a damp Elvis coming out of the shower, towel around his waist, her mouth wetter than her other lips,
 "Take what, angel?"
"Uh, the news..."She tried to focus as she watched him dry his hair off.
 "Darlin, it ain't polite to stare,"
"It is when it's a work of art." She pulled him by the towel as he laughed, "Can't get enough of me." he laughed. Until he saw her upside down on the bed with her mouth wide open, 
"Doll..."
"You've been pleasing me. It's only fair I return the favor."Cecelia's voice dripped like honey, "Can you let me do that for you, sugar..." her own southern accent oozing with seduction. Elvis could barely focus. The moonlight was glistening on her brown skin, and she sounded and looked so sweet he knew she deserved a taste, her lips wrapped around his length as she took all of him. She loved she could make him moan just from her lips alone. Elvis tugged at her hair. Setting the rhythm with each thrust in her mouth, he could see her eyes looking right at his as another guttural moan left his lips, 
He was in heaven from every lick, suck, and gag from his dear angel. 
"Fuck...You're too good to me, baby." he could feel himself twitching around her as she focused on the base of his pretty pink tip. Elvis was about to explode if she didn't stop, but he didn't want her to, 
"Just like that.." his hips moving faster. Ropes of cum were on her tongue as she looked at him. Completely drunk by his taste, Cecelia swallowed, "You're one naughty girl. You know that, right," Pulling out as she nodded at him, he kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally those lips he loved so much. 
"Now it's my turn."
"But El."
"Ah..." he was between her thighs. Elvis pulled the bottoms of her baby doll pajamas down. His teeth grazed the inside of her thighs as he licked and trailed his sweet kisses back up to her soaking-wet panties, "El!" she grabbed his hair as she felt his tongue lap at the spot where the stain was, "Vis..." she sighed as her eyelids fluttered. 
"There's plenty more baby..." He hadn't done much to her, and she was already getting breathy and blissed out. Oh, how his heart couldn't wait to marry her so they could wake up to each other like this. Removing her panties, he slowly plunged two fingers into her soaking wet cavern, the sweet moans and juicy sounds she made. 
"Oh God..." she groaned as his tempo was faster, curling both fingers against her spot. His thumb was circling her clit, and his mouth was moving just as fast as his fingers. Cecelia was in pure bliss, heaven even, as she could feel her end coming soon. It was what the French called La Petite Mort, and my was she ready to feel it, 
"Oh FUCK! FUCK FUCK!" she screamed,
"ElViS Oh God!! "she moaned. Elvis was eating as if he were starving, and he was hungry for her love, her affection, to please her, to show her he was hers and she, his own. If he couldn't tell she was a singer, he could by her moans from the E6 she was hitting just from his tongue and fingers alone, 
"Baby..."
Her legs were shaking. Going back down to lick her clean. She was still sensitive, but Elvis knew she couldn't take anymore. After all, neither could he, the two had been spent from earlier that day on his break from set. "Was it too much..."
"P-Perfect." she looked at him as he cuddled her close to him. 
"Still on cloud nine."
"Mhmm..."
"Me too." he kissed her forehead. 
"Baby..." She took a deep breath,
" Hmmm, darlin?"
"Do you hear knocking..."
"Cecelia SHANEL VALMOS!!!" 
"Oh fuck me..."
"Would you like me to..."
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