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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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miiyuki · 3 years

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cw: slight switch dynamics?, creampie

— pairing: eren x reader <3

— genre: smut, 18+ minors dni.

— w/c: 0.5k

• a/n: OKAY... im so nervous this is my first attempt at smut HOW WILL I SLEEP AT NIGHT THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING anyways i wrote this at like 1 am while listening to 3 by britney spears LMFAO also OHMYGOD i couldn't think of a title and redid this like 5 times 🤷🏽‍♀️

"Aa-aah!" Eren spits out as you slowly sink down on his thick cock again; his head falling back and jaw slacking.

Your hands lay on his chest to lift yourself up and down, at what he considers an agonizing pace. He doesn't know how much longer of this he can take– but you rip him from his thoughts; kissing up to his neck, leaving marks that will be dark in the morning.

The way Eren's cock stretches your walls makes you clench around him as your legs quiver and mouth open in a silent moan. You try and keep yourself in a stable position as you up the speed, making him release a strangled moan.

He could cum like this right now. The way your occasional kisses visit his neck and the quiet moans leaving your lips every time you bounce a bit make him grab onto your hips to thrust into you at a faster speed, broken moans falling from your lips when he hits the spot that has you seeing stars dance in your vision.

"Fuck... Eren-!" you moan, falling against his chest. Listening closely, you could hear his quiet pleas and whimpers as he continues to fuck up into you; your legs growing tired and beginning to burn from exertion.

He can feel your movements growing slower, your thighs trembling. In your case, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, indicating he's just as close as you are. You continue to meet his thrusts, despite your legs about to give out – knot tightening in your stomach as you near your release.

Unexpectedly, Eren pulls out and flips you over; with your legs bent on his shoulders, having you on full display. He strokes his cock slowly before teasing your entrance and entering back into sensitive walls. He places each of his hands on the flesh of your hips, thrusting at a back-arching speed. You feel his cock twitch again as he thrusts into your abused cunt.

"Eren!" You moan out in a quick breath. He reaches one of his hands down to rub tight circles on your clit, sending you over the edge. As he helps you through your orgasm, he sloppily kisses down your neck, making you breathe out whimpers.

Eren's not far behind you. The sight of you fucked-out and eyes watery, the feeling of your orgasm's aftershocks, just everything about this right now makes his cock twitch in you.

"Shit..", he throws his head back and his eyes roll back into his skull as he roughly fucks into you, not regarding how raw or sensitive you are. He stills then basks in the feeling of his warm cum filling you up. "Take it... take it all, mm, be a good girl..", he moans into your ear giving you goosebumps.

He continues to thrust slowly into you, milking himself of every drop. Slowly pulling out of your poor, sore cunt, he admires how you look right now. Despite being fucked like a whore, you still look what he thinks is undeniably beautiful; your eyes lidded and legs still shaking.

He kisses you gently, moving down to small kisses on your neck.

"I'll get you cleaned up.."

fun fact i wrote this entire thing in lower caps then felt like it didnt look right and individually capitalized everything

#GUYS IM SO NERVOUS HELP #thinking ab how when i type eren first auto thing is smut gn.#eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager smut #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren smut #aot x reader #aot smut #eren x y/n #eren x you

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honeypirate · 3 years

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I like your writing a lot (especially fire force).I have a request for Benimaru x reader who can’t speak, she can fight and her ability is good but everyone ignores her,Beni noticed that, how would he comfort her or maybe confess to her.

Hey thanks for the request! I really liked writing this and I got to include the only JSL sign I know which is for thank you 😊 I hope you like this!

Your neck hurt from where the blast hit you but you used the momentum to your advantage, turning it into a back handspring. You slide on your hands then when you land on your feet you’re pushed a little more from the force.

You don’t let the white clad pop off any more blasts, immediately pulling the heat from the atmosphere around you and adding it to your flames as you use your ignition ability. the rocks around your feet begin to float, making them glow then light on fire, burning bright and hot as you pour the heat and energy into them. You snap and they all fly towards the white clad “rocks? That’s your weapon?” the white clad begins to laugh but you just smirk. Using your ability to control the speed and precision of each one. you send them all to specific pressure points in the white clad’s body, one to the neck, one to the jaw, and one to each temple.

You watch as they strike them, the smirk on your lips growing into a look of satisfaction as the white clad falls to the ground, unaware of the man watching you from his place in the sky.

Waka hops down from his flaming broom to the tower beside Konro and he hums “who is that?” he asks and Konro sighs “ y/n l/n.” “Is she new?” Konro shakes his head “shes been here two years almost. She’s a mute, lost her voice when an infernal attacked her home, her parents died and the burning roof fell on her. She landed on the edge of a knocked over chair and the force of it destroyed her voice box.” Waka doesn't say anything, just watches as you pop your neck and stretch out your shoulders, making your way back to the guardhouse since he called the fight over.

You enter the guardhouse and like usual, no one really looks at you. You get one or two nods but this was normal, you couldn’t speak and so people didn’t want to even try to talk to you. Having to wait while you write down responses or trying to learn how to read your gestures or lips was just too hard for them, you guess. But you really didn’t mind. You liked to be on your own for the most part, used to it by now. Benimaru watched your interactions with your peers and scowled, why did they treat you like an outsider?

After your shower you decide to head on a walk to watch the stars before you go to bed, walking down the nearly empty streets as you cleared and relaxed your mind. .“Hey” his voice makes you jump and you clutch at your heart with a small smile and empty laugh. “Sorry, i didn't mean to scare you” you smile softly at him, a little confused as to why the captain is talking to you but he doesn’t seem commanding right now so you don't salute, which he doesn't mind.

You raise your hand to your throat and he nods “i know. Konro told me” you raise your eyebrows and he looks into your eyes for a moment, he didn’t know it was possible for someone to have such beautiful eyes. “Can i walk with you?” he asks and you stare, shocked, for a moment before smiling again and nodding.

“I saw you fight today” you feel butterflies enter your stomach, he watched you fight? He took time to watch ~you~ fight? You couldn’t believe it, you thought for sure there was someone better to watch, someone more powerful. “You’re strong” he says and you feel your cheeks warm, you bow your head in thanks and you flatten your hands, bringing the edge of your right hand against the back of your left wrist in the JSL sign for thank you. He watches you and understands your sign, already having looked up some basics before talking to you.

When you raise your head he gets a glimpse of your adorable blush and the corners of his mouth twitch, threatening a smile that he forces away.

You walk in comfortable silence for a while, stopping by the river for a moment to look up at the moon before your curiosity got the best of you. You turn towards him and lay your hand on his shoulder so he would look at you. You raise your eyebrows in question and mouth the word “why?” “why do i walk with you?” he asks and you nod, your hand falling from his shoulder

“i don't understand why you’re an outsider if you’ve been here for 2 years. I want to spend time with you and see if you’re a good or bad fit in the company. So far, your fighting is powerful, you are trained well and obviously know what you’re doing. I’ll be spending the next few days with you to test your skills as well as learn why you’re still an outsider and why you have no friends” his words were blunt and although you didnt mind not really having friends in your company, it still stung to have him say it so bluntly. It’s not like they dont like you or anything, they just dont want to spend the time getting to know you. You furrow your brows, hoping he doesnt make you leave the company because of that.

Sure enough, the morning comes and he’s there, watching you during breakfast and noticing how you interacted with team mates, noticing how they all just .. ignored you. He humphs, catching Konro’s attention. “She does her thing, and everyone just lets her. It’s like shes a ghost. I’m not sure if she minds though. We talk sometimes, she’ll write down responses or make signs she knows, sometimes she mouths words and i’ll read her lips”

The afternoon rolls around and after Benimaru is finished with his paperwork he walks the halls, asking any team member he runs into about you. “Shes just.. weird.” “It’s weird shes mute.” “it makes me uncomfortable to talk to her” and more things were said, but none of them were worse than that. Everyone just didnt want to try talking to you because they were uncomfortable with that way of communicating. It annoyed him how stupid his company was. He asked them if they trusted you in battle though, and all the answers were yes. They all knew how you fought and you were amazing and powerful. All of them would team up with you on the field in an instant.

He watches as you train, alone as usual, and studies your fighting style. It was a mess but he was impressed because it actually worked? Like you made your own style that was the opposite of every other style, he went through your style in his head, putting it against other styles he has seen from whte clad and you had the right angles and moves to completely work around them.

He throws off his sleeve and stands in front of you, wanting to put you to the real test. He represses a smile, he actually hopes you give him a good fight worth his time. You smirk, there was no way you could beat him but you’d give it your all.

He nods, signalling for you to go and you use your ignition powers, taking the rocks behind him on the ground to fly towards him with the same force as the ones with the white clad. As he was distracted turning his head to see, you use the same power, this time focusing it on the soles of your shoes and adding to the power and force to which you ran. He gasped softly as you surprised him, appearing right beside him as you went to jab but as he went to dodge you faked him out, kicking the back of his knees and making him fall flat on his back.

You gasp softly and raise your hand to your mouth, you didn't expect to actually land a hit on the Captain. You hold your hand down to him and he takes it with the smallest of smiles. “I didn’t expect that” he says “you surprised me, but know this, it won't happen again.” he dusts himself off and then gets back into position and makes eye contact “begin”

He was right, it was a fluke surprise thing. You never got another hit in but you fought so hard you kept him on his toes. It was like a dance as you sparred. you didn't hold back and neither did he, although he did withhold his ability. You almost thought at the end you would get him again but he twisted the last second and you ended up flat on your back as he crouched beside you. “You’re more powerful than I first thought” he said and you felt your cheeks flush.

At dinner, he moves from his usual spot at the head table and finds you outside on the back porch, leaning against one of the beams and tossing bits of your rice to the birds. “Is this.. Your normal?” he asks when he sits beside you and you straighten up, not expecting to see him again today. You nod twice quickly and he hums before sitting beside you. “The company, they trust you in fights but ignore you in person, it doesn't make sense.” you laugh, just a soft sound of air from your nose and he cursed the sake he had at dinner for making it harder to hide his smile.

“Do you care?” he asks and you shrug. You didnt really care now but at first it was hard. You used to be the center of attention, laughing and joking and making friends easy. But two years later you had zero real friends.

“cause i could make them treat you better” he says and you look at him with wide eyes and mouth “Dont.” while you shake your head. He laughs a little and the sound makes you feel warm despite the cool night breeze. You mouth you next words slowly so he could read your lips “not a big deal” he nods “i envy you. Sometimes i wish people wouldn't talk to me” you give him a soft look with another airy laugh from your nose that says “i guess we envy each other”

Since then, even if you didn’t see him all day or communicate with him, he would eat dinner beside you outside every night. He decided that since he couldn't make anyone be your friend, he would be your friend. He would ask you simple questions at first, yes or no, before he got more comfortable with your responses and knew what you were saying with your eyes and facial expressions. Sometimes you didn't even have to mouth anything at him if it was an easy night.

He got back late tonight tho and missed dinner. You sat on the porch and felt like your heart wasn’t in your chest as you picked at your meal, feeding most of it to the birds and the stray dog that came around sometimes. You could tell you were developing feelings for your captain and it felt so cliche. You knew nothing could come of this so you just forced those feelings down, convincing yourself that your empty heart was just heartburn and it’ll go away eventually.

The next day you had off, so you spent it like you usually do any other off day. You took your sketchbook and pencils and went to the top of one of the guard towers.

You sit in the sun and enjoy the cool afternoon, the sounds of the city and pencils softly dragging across paper filling your senses. “You're pretty good” he says and you don't even flinch, you just smirk, used to his silent ways by now. You look up at him and roll your eyes before smiling softly and waiting for him to tell you what he’s doing. He sits beside you and you turn your body so you could look at him.

“is this how you spend your day off?” you nod and he hums “it’s nice up here, I can see why you like it” he holds his hand out for your pad and you hesitate for a moment before handing it to him. He raises an eyebrow at your hesitation but understands when he flips through the pages. It’s pages were filled with drawings of your company, team mates, the guardhouse, Konro had a few pages, you had to admit it was fun to sketch his hair and large stature. What impressed him the most thought, were the pages that had pictures of him.

Two or three pages had multiple different angles of his face but his favorite was the one where you drew him sitting beside you at dinner. You caught the feelings in his eyes and his body language, he looked like just a peaceful man. You titled it, the captain’s peace. And he felt his cheeks flush just slightly.

He holds his hand out for a pencil as he flips to a clean page and you set it gently against his palm, your soft fingers grazing his calluses send tingles up his arm.

He turns so you can't see the sketch pad, leaning it against his knee that he brought up and tucking his other foot behind that leg. You bring your knees up and lean your head against them, watching him as he sketches what you assume was the city. Your eyes focus on the clouds that roll by behind him as you just enjoy the soft sounds of pencil against paper. When the paper tears you gasp and look back to him, reaching out for it, wanting to see his work. “Not this time” he says with a chuckle and folds the drawing, tucking it inside his shirt. You pout and he about gives in, it was the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

He hands you back your pad and your pencil and you furrow your brows as you roll your eyes, taking the pad with a huff. You quickly sketch out a rough drawing of the city below surrounding the guard tower, then you draw more details on the tower before you add in him holding your pad and drawing and you sitting beside him. You title it, keep you secrets then, and then tear it out carefully and hand it to him. He laughs when he reads your title and folds it as well, placing it beside his other.

That night, in the middle of dinner, the alarm rings. Your bowls are forgotten about as you drop everything you’re doing. You run alongside Benimaru before you grin and salute him before running down a side road to fulfill your duty of getting the people to safety before helping out if you are needed, which you most likely would be needed with the multiple infernals. Beni does what he does best, gets brooms and goes straight to the largest infernal.

When you both get back, you sit beside him on the porch, your food cold and your bodies exhausted. You lay back on the hardwood at the same time, making you both smile softly at the ceiling. “You did well.” he said and you felt a sense of pride enter your heart. You reach out to pat the back of his hand, a way of returning the compliment, but you gasp when as you try to move your hand, he hooks his pinky around yours and holds your hand there beside his. You feel your cheeks warm because of this action, your heart racing.

Sure, the company saw your growing friendship, and as weird as they thought it was, they wouldn’t say anything. They would pretend they saw and heard nothing, too nervous of what their captain would do if they started anything.

You couldnt sleep, your face still felt warm from the small contact you had with him. You get up and walk down to the river, watching the moon hanging low as the morning approached. You sighed as you looked down into the water, looking at the reflection as you leaned against the railing and set your head against your arms.

You see his reflection, he’s looking at you in the reflection of the calm water. He smiles softly and sets a hand on your shoulder “it’s a nice night” he says softly, like his voice was only for your ears. You turn and look up at him with a small nod before smiling at him. His eyes looked tired, like he hadn't slept either. You reach your hand up, wanting to touch him but your hand freezes in the air and you frown. You dont really know if this is okay, you dont want to make him uncomfortable or anything by touching him. You almost drop your hand but he takes it, bringing it to his own face “it’s okay” he whispers and you feel your stomach flood with butterflies.

You reach your other hand up, cupping both sides of his face as your thumbs brush across his skin. You looked at him like you really saw him, not like he was some spectacle of power to behold. You looked at him like he was just benimaru, nothing more nothing less. That’s why he fell for you.

“If those bastards,”he brushes your hair from your forehead and smiles, truly smiles down at you, you’d think he was drinking but his breath smells like mint toothpaste. “can't see your worth, as a friend and comrade outside of battle. And since you don't want me to make them... “ he cups your cheeks as your hands move to his shoulders “Maybe, you'd allow me to stay by your side” he says as his face draws nearer to yours.

Your hands move around his middle as you close the distance between him, gripping the back of his shirt in your fists as you stand on your tiptoes to brush your nose against his, making him gasp softly before chuckling. “I take that as a yes” he says and you nod, your heart hammering in your chest as tingles run across your skin.

He looks deep in your eyes for a moment, and you try to put your soul in them. Try to tell him how you feel about him with just a look. He smiles and presses forehead to yours with a soft sigh “I can see everything in your eyes” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

(Bonus bc the story flowed different than I imagined in that moment and I want it to stay relevant)

He leads you by the hand to his bedroom, nothing in mind, just the desire to sleep. Once in his room he lets go of your hand to take off his shirt and you walk further in, looking round at his things. You smile when you spot the drawing on his dresser, the one you made for him. You gasp softly, gaining his attention as you take a step forward. “I uh” he swallows hard, a little embarrassed as you pick up the paper

The drawing he made, was of you. And it was beautiful. Your hair in the wind and your gaze far away as you reasted your head against your knees. It was titled ‘silent, strong, beautiful.’

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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Sanguineous.

Vampire! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: This would’ve happened eventually, after all, you did fall in love with a vampire. At least he’ll be there for you when you need him the most.

WARNINGS! Biting, oral (female receiving), fingering, blood, pain, crying, dom!Izuku

Category: Smut

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Yo I’m super nervous with this one.. let me know how it turned out!

Just To Clarify:

This is set in the Victorian Era

Izu and Reader have been together for a while

Izuku is a kind lover, nervous boy

Reader is a virgin

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Wet lips molded together passionately, perfectly in sync as desire swirled on the tip of your tongue.

His soft, frigid fingers trailed up the warm sides of your naked body, leaving goosebumps in their wake as shivers trickled down your spine like water.

Tonight was a special yet nerve-wracking night.

One that was bound to happen eventually, since you fell in love with an immortal vampire.

How it happened was still fresh in your memory like soil deep in the heart of a forest, you’d never forget meeting or falling in love with the one you forever wanted to call your own.

You hadn’t a moment to reminisce, the feeling of his cold hands inching closer towards your bare breast derailed your train of thought.

If you weren’t blindfolded and tied to the bed, you would’ve been running your fingers through those soft green locks, losing yourself in his large, emerald eyes that held so much love in them you feared you’d drown.

But for now, you’d do without.

Your senses were heightened considerably, his light touches driving you mad.

“(Y/N)..” He whispered against your collarbone, ghosting kisses across your skin lit aflame as his palms rested on your ribs.

“You look so beautiful..” The candles burning around the room created a sensual atmosphere, their warm light dancing across your smooth skin. You almost looked like someone straight out of a renaissance painting, utterly breathtaking.

But anxiety and fear bubbled loosely in his gut, his movements slow and shaky. He was excited yet afraid.

Giddy.

Your skin against his own calms his nerves. He hummed when he saw that small smile on your addicting lips, moving to reclaim them once more, grounding himself with your eager love.

You gasped into his mouth once his hands finally cupped your breasts, thumb swiping over one of your perky nipples. Slipping his tongue into your wet cavern, he traced along all those sensitive parts of your mouth with the tip of his tongue, rolling your buds between his large fingers.

Your back arched off the bed at feeling such cold hands against such a sensitive place, your nipples growing impossibly harder, near painful, by the second as wetness pooled between your legs, dripping down your ass just to soak into the soft, white cotton sheets beneath you.

He pulled away all too soon, eliciting a soft whine of disapproval as he chuckled.

“Patience.”

His voice was deep, and sweet like honey, music you could play on repeat and never get tired of.

Pressing his lips to the corner of your own, he moved over your jawline, butterfly kisses being left behind. He exhaled heavily at your neck, nose pressing into the crook before inhaling deeply.

Your scent always overwhelmed him, made him lose the slightest bit of control.

He could hear your heart beat increasing, your blood pumping faster through the warm artery just below the skin where his freckled cheek lay snug.

It made him thirsty, desperate to sink his growing fangs into your flesh and to feel the warm liquid flow down his throat. It would be heavenly..

But he relented, pulling away to continue kissing down your body, praise slipping past his teeth as he marveled at your addicting beauty.

His words made your cheeks heat up, hips squirming once he pressed a peck below your naval.

You so desperately wished you could move your arms, but a soft rope kept you comfortably bound as he did to you what he desired. The very thought of having no control thrilled you to the very core, if the sudden throbbing had anything to say about it.

Your legs were then spread, and embarrassment flowed down your body like lava spewing from a volcano.

You had never been spread in such a way before, you were practically open wide like a sandwich waiting for the meat, you could even feel his eyes on your dripping core. Even if you were shy, seeing as this was your first time, you knew you had nothing to be ashamed of. Not with him.

The bed squeaked as he shifted, his hot breath soon fanning over your fresh womanhood as he kept you open for him.

You couldn't control the way your hips twitched, involuntarily bucking up once his tongue dipped in between your folds.

“H-ah.. Izuku..!”

His hair tickled your thighs as he spread your folds open with his fingers, diving in and devouring your very essence with lustful hunger that had you shaking and moaning for more.

His tongue flicked over your throbbing clit, circling around it before possessively tracing his name onto the cute little bud, marking you as his.

You would always be his.

He pulled you closer to his mouth, eager to slurp you up and get you to relax even more.

He knew deep down that you were as nervous as him, possibly even moreso.

You would be giving your entire life to him, after all.

It filled him with such adrenaline every time he thought about it, how you’d risk everything to be his.

He loved you so much.

It was insane to think that someone like him could even feel love after centuries of being a cold-blooded killer that lived under the disguise of a nobleman.

His life was nothing until you stumbled into it, an orphan lost in the woods finding a manor, something straight out of a cliche fairy tale.

Not that he particularly minded, considering it was endearing how someone depended on him for the first time in his long life.

“HaaAAh!! I- Izu..! I’m..!”

The bottom of your tummy twisted into a heated knot, your clit puffy and overly sensitive as he continued to lather it in blissful attention.

He hummed, the vibrations shaking you, and the knot wound so tight it snapped.

Stars brighter than those in the captivating night sky exploded behind your eyelids, and you suddenly felt like you were walking on the softest cloud high above the earth as your back arched nearly uncomfortably from the sheer pleasure he brought forth to you. Pleasure you had never felt before

He was always so skilled with his tongue, both in business and apparently private matters.

He did have centuries to perfect it, after all.

Giving one final lick to your sopping flesh, collecting more of your juices on his tongue, he crawled back up your body, thrusting his tongue into your parted mouth.

You eagerly met his passion, the taste of yourself on him seemingly so scandalous, it was hard not to moan wantonly into his mouth.

He smiled against you, cupping your hot cheek with his cool hand, the difference in temperature making you inhale sharply and lean into his delicate touch.

Teasingly, you sucked on his tongue, thrill filling your body when he let out the tiniest of growls.

“Naughty little girl,” he rasped, “you’re already driving me mad, is it so wise to test my self control?”

As he said this, he momentarily ground his clothed crotch onto your bare thigh, dragging a whimper past your lips from how hard he was, and how big he felt.

How a vampire could be hard, you had no clue.

The undead and immortal wasn’t exactly your expertise.

All you truly knew was that some parts of him were warm and some cold, like an unevenly cooked chicken.

“P-perhaps..” You subconsciously bit your lip, his eyes no doubt watching as you did so, “it depends on if in doing so, you’ll give m-me what I want..”

A dark chuckle bounced around the room, you could almost feel the rumbling vibration from the chest hovering above your own.

“And what is it that you desire, (Y/N)?”

Your name rolled off his dirty tongue like molasses, thick and heavy, an accent unknown to you, lost by time, threading itself through every word, only adding to your obsession with his voice.

“You know what I want..” He was always such a tease.

But he couldn't help himself. A smirk took over his features as he gazed down at your pouting face with piercing green eyes, you were always so cute when he did tease you. It was much too fun to simply give you what you wanted all the time.

Not to mention.. if he did.. things would escalate far too quickly. He was still nervous.

Even if he was both brains and bronze, he was still just an undeadman with human emotions. Curse being trapped in a young adult's body! He’ll forever feel the horniness of a teen and the crushing responsibility of an adult.

“Izuku.. It’s okay..” Your saccharine voice startled him from his thoughts, have you read his mind? “I want this.. it’s okay.” You smiled reassuringly, and he swore he felt his cold, dead heart beat.

Placing a kiss to your nose, he watched in amusement as you scrunched it up like a mouse.

First things first.. he had to get out of his attire.

Despite you being fully naked, he was fully clothed. It certainly made him feel powerful, but tonight, he wanted to be your equal.

So, pulling back and sitting on his haunches, he unbuttoned his brown vest and white dress shirt, tossing them haphazardly to the floor, careful to avoid the flames of the candles.

It was a cooler night, autumn changing the leaves of the trees just outside his large window gleaming with moonlight, and so a fire burned in the fireplace opposite of the room.

He didnt want you to be too terribly cold.

Besides, the crackling of the fire calmed his nerves.

Soon he had his pants and other clothing off, and he was as bare as you.

Only, you couldnt see him.

But you could certainly feel his muscular thighs on either side of your own, he truly was a sculpture.

He captured your lips once again in a kiss, fingers smoothing down your belly just to gather your own slick and prod at your clenching entrance.

The prickling feeling of something so cold touching something so hot made you flinch, and so he held you still with his other hand, his chest resting against yours as you took in shaky breaths.

Pushing a digit inside, he groaned at how tight you were, pulsing around his finger and sucking it further into your molten warmth until he was knuckle deep.

“Fuck..” He huffed against your neck, tongue dipping out to taste your salty flesh for just a moment.

“You’re so tight, love..”

“Mm..” You forced your body to relax, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

Pulling his finger out, he thrust it back in, a wet squelch accompanying his actions.

It didnt take long for you to adjust to the single digit, soon finding pleasure in the way his finger moved in and out of you. “H-hah.. mmMm..”

Another finger prodding at your entrance made your hips buck up, the coldness addicting as it felt like you were being filled up with a smooth rock.

It felt so good.. you swore you were melting despite the vast difference in temperature.

“I-Izuku..! Mm! G-uh.. hAH! AaAAAH?!!”

His fingers curled inside of your brushing up against a spot inside yourself you never knew about.

He thrusted his fingers inside of you faster, hitting that same spot every time with a wet click. Eventually a third finger was added, and you swore you were close to seeing those stars again.

“UuaaaAhh!! S-so!! Good!! G-gonna.. h-AAaaH! Gonna c-cum!! Izu- Izu!!”

Just as that knot was about to snap inside you again, he fully pulled his fingers out.

“No!” You sobbed, fighting against the restraints as you helplessly bucked into this air, “Izuku-!! Mmph!”

Your cries were cut off as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, saliva and your wetness dripping down your chin.

“Lick them clean for me, honey.” He purred seductively, that wicked man.

Without hesitation, you eagerly licked his fingers, lathering them in your spit before sucking heartily, slurping up your mess, ignoring the throbbing of your clit and the way your core clenched helplessly around nothing.

“Such a good girl, always listening to me.. I love you so much, (Y/N)..” Sighing dreamily, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, staring in awe at the string that connected them to you before it snapped.

“Izuku.. p-please.. please t-take me..! I- I can’t..!” You were on the verge of tears, so desperate for him.

Swallowing the ball of nerves sitting at the back of his throat, he finally decided to oblige.

“As you wish,” he whispered into your ear, leaning back to get between your legs, spreading them wide and resting them on his hips.

To think, you were about to give everything you had away to him.

He was honored, and would forever devote himself to you.

He was excited to never have to watch a loved one die in his arms again.

Grabbing his member, he stroked himself a few times, guiding the tip to your awaiting entrance.

His head kissed at the clenching hole, smearing his precum onto your flesh.

He finally pushed in, slowly, ears perked for any noise of discomfort or pain as he chewed his lip at the intense pleasure.

This was your first time, after all. He knew how much it hurt for virgins if not careful enough. He wanted to be careful, he couldnt bare the thought of hurting you because of his own selfish desires.

“Nh!” The smallest of squeaks caught his attention, and he immediately stopped stuffing himself in. “(Y/N)?” He panted like a dog in heat, voice laced with concern, hands massaging your hips.

“I-I’m okay..! It’s just.. haahh.. You’re… so big, Izuku..”

Was it wrong to have pride swell in his chest at the praise when his lover was in pain? He didnt know.

“Shh, baby.. give it a moment..” And so, he remained still, letting you catch your breath before continuing to shove himself inside your welcoming walls.

He was aware he was.. on the larger size. It must be painful to be taken by something so big for your first time.. but he couldnt help the size of his dick.

He was positive you’d love it eventually, he’d make sure of that.

“Almost there.. you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart..” His fingers squeezed at your hips as he slowly sheathed himself inside, eventually bottoming out with a pleased groan.

While he felt pleasure, all you felt was discomfort and pain.

It was nothing at all like his fingers, you felt like you were being torn in two!

You held back on your sobs, still fighting to relax yourself.

No one told you your first time would be so painful.. Granted, you didn't have anyone to tell you, but a heads up would’ve been pleasant.

But you'd take this, take the pain, because it was Izuku.

The love of your life.

You were overjoyed at the thought of being connected with him, you could even feel his overwhelming warmth, the way he twitched and throbbed inside of you, it was wonderful.

Way better than anything you had shamefully dreamed of before.

Lips brushed against your skin again, and you could tell he was trying to calm you down with his pure love with each kiss delicately placed.

Once you were as ready as could be, you tested the waters by grinding yourself on him, to which he let out a guttural growl.

Slowly, he pulled himself back out so that only his flushed tip remained inside, before pushing himself back in. A heavy pant escaped his lips as you shimmied, biting your own.

He continued to take things slow, rocking in and out of you in a slow rhythm, clutching the bed sheets beneath you so tightly his knuckles turned white as he fought to control himself from acting like a complete wild animal and fucking you raw.

It truly was hard to hold back, considering you felt so fucking good around his aching cock.

Fuck!

He swore you were the best he’s ever had!

His face was pinched and sweaty, eyes concentrating on your own facial expressions as he sped up, wet slaps starting to become a lewd white noise.

The more he fucked in and out of you, the more you got into it, his huge member filling you up in the sweetest way possible, brushing against parts inside of you you hadn't any idea were there.

It just felt.. so nice..

“H-haah.. mMM..! Izuku-! Please.. please go f-faster-!”

“But-“

“I can take it, please..!”

Without missing a beat, he sped up his hips, lurching forward from how good it felt, “Huunnhh..! Aah..”

You were so wet, your juices started to drip down his thighs as you moaned oh-so loudly for him.

“AaAah! Zu!! Mmnngnn..! F-Feels!! Ahh, FUCK! It f-feels so good..! HaAAaaH..!”

His warm chest brushed against your own as he leaned down, holding you flushed against him as his hips snapped up into yours, thrusts so powering it made your head spin and the bed frame bang against the wall.

Everything was moving, and your body felt like it was on fire with pleasure-filled needles pricking your skin.

“(Y/N).. my lady..! F-uck- you’re so- h-haah.. so fucking tight..!” The freckled man grunted out, passion and desire swirling in his belly as your scent overwhelmed the fuck out of him. He could feel his fangs stabbing into his bottom lip, drops of his blood splattering onto your clear skin below as he continued to shake the bed with how fast he was fucking you.

He couldnt help but shove his nose into the crook of your neck, licking along the column and subconsciously nibbling and sucking little marks.

“Mm-! HaaaaAh.! B-baby..! Izuku! Izuku! B-bite me! M-make me yours! Please I- it’s okay..!”

You were insane to say something holding a thousand meanings and depth deeper than a trench, but you hadn't a care in the world as the love of your life fucked you so good you couldnt think straight.

“Haaauh..!” You words sent hot spikes of pleasure down his spine, and the hunger inside him grew tenfold. His throat was still burning, parched, and his eyes were hyper focused on your neck.

There was no turning back.

He licked your neck with his tongue once again, feeling for that thrum of your intense heartbeat in your artery. Once he found it, he hesitated, pearly white fangs hovering over your beautiful skin as you continued to cry out in pleasure.

This was it.

He bit down, blood immediately filling his mouth, flowing down your neck and staining the bed.

Your short cry of pain should've knocked him off, but he felt as if he was on drugs, his eyes damn near rolling back into his head as your delicious fucking flavor spilled down his throat, all while your dripping pussy clenched around him like a fist.

It felt so good!

You tasted.. so god damn good!!

He slurped noisily, lost in your flavor, your own blood dripping down his chin and your shoulder.

You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted… like pure sugar cane and honey, mellowed out with hints of dark chocolate and salt.

His cock twitched inside of you, pelvis rubbing against your puffy clit, and despite your love drinking your blood, you were in ecstasy, thighs shaking like a newborn as they squeezed his slim hips that continued to speed up.

You were being fucked so good that you hadnt a care in the world, your mind growing blank and fuzzy from the loss of blood.

“Izu.. haAaAAAAH! Izuku! Let me..! Let me see you!! Please I!! I want to see you!!” Tears leaked from your eyes, the pleasure too damn good for you to handle without turning into absolute jelly.

Snapping from his thoughts, he pulled away from you, licking the two dripping holes, his saliva sure to speed up the healing process.

“But I..! I look di- aaaah..! Different!” He was still ashamed of himself for being what he was, not to mention being so sloppy that your own blood was smeared on his mouth.

“Dont care! Please!”

The bed creaked as you pulled on your restraints, back arching off the bed as if to persuade him.

Shaking fingers pulled your silk blindfold off, and you were met with such beauty.

His eyes glowed a hungry crimson, cheeks flushed and hair slicked with sweat as his eyebrows pinched, bloody jaw hanging open with his fangs on full display, moans pouring out his mouth.

He was beautiful.

“GuaAh-! K-kiss me..!”

You didnt have to ask twice, as his lips soon crashed down onto yours, the metallic taste of your own blood fresh on his tongue driving you closer to the edge as he rearranged your insides, taking away the pain that began to sear your neck.

“MMmMmh!”

This was why he insisted upon tying you up whilst making love, because it fucking hurt, being turned into what he was, and he knew it.

He could remember the day he was turned like yesterday, in that dark alley all alone by the only person he trusted besides his mother. The fear he felt, the pain he felt, all by himself, unbearable.

He didn't want you to go through that, so he came up with the most numbing way possible for you to go through the process.

Tears fell like a waterfall down your eyes as the pain spread through your veins, breaking the kiss to sob out loud, and yet.. you felt so good at the same time.

You were feeling so many things it was hard to wrap your head around it.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N)..” he whispered before grabbing your hips, slamming into you even faster with inhuman speeds that made you scream in pleasure and the bed creak, promptly coming undone as the knot in your lower belly snapped once again.

Pain and pleasure filled cries filled the large room, your own eyes rolling back as red covered your vision, spotted with black, lightning and acid flowing down your veins as you were brought to the brink of insanity.

Izuku pulled out, thrusting into his hand for a split second before he came all over your belly, but he didn't have a second to bask in any afterglow, your pleasure filled cries soon morphing into intense pain as your body shut down, cells dying and being replaced by those much stronger.

You could feel yourself grow colder, you felt like you were being stabbed a million times over again, and there was nothing you could do about it.

The only comfort you had was him hugging you to him, whispering words you couldn’t comprehend as you screamed and fought against restraints.

Izuku lost count of how many minutes passed by slowly, his heart breaking with every cry you let out.

There was no other way, you knew this and you accepted this.

He would never leave you alone, not even as you thrashed about, accidentally kneeing him multiple times in the gut.

It took a painstakingly long ten minutes before you slowly calmed down, eyes fluttering shut as you fell lax in his protective hold.

The worst was done.

All he could do now was wait.

Again.

Morning came and went, and as expected, you had yet to wake.

Through the hours, Izuku stayed by your side, watching as your skin grew paler. It was a damn near painful sight, especially when blood dripped from your mouth from your fangs growing in.

It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky once more that your heart beat, of which continued to slow down as time went on, stopped.

Leaning over your body, now dressed in a nightgown, he stared at your features.

Your eyes moved beneath your lids, and his breath caught in his throat.

Red eyes soon stared back into his own, and he couldn't help but chuckle, despite the situation. He knew exactly what you felt.

“My, my, looks like someones hungry.”

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genuinelydecimated · 3 years

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Eremin Week Day 4: Explore (art pending sorry! I'll reblog this with the art i was planning to have with it when I'm able to)

AU where Armin and Eren grow up together. Eren starts to change, and all Armin can do is watch the light slowly leave his eyes. That is, of course, until he remembers something from when they were kids.

Short story in under read more!

17 years.

17 years he's known Eren.

17 years he's known Eren and only in the last few weeks does Armin wonder what exactly it was taking the light away from Eren's eyes.

In his defense, it's because it's a lot to choose from.

It could be because Eren's father, a man who disappeared years ago, has come back to introduce his other son, Zeke. Maybe it's because of the new kids, Reiner, Annie, and Bertholdlt who talk constantly of their worldy travels. Maybe Armin did something he didn't realise. Maybe it's Mikasa opening up to Sasha, Connie, Marco and Jean. Who knows? Armin doesn't. Maybe it's everything at once.

It's always been Armin and Eren, for as long as Armin was alive really. There's never been anyone who stuck as long as him. Then came Mikasa, then the others.

So there they were, all 7 of them, sitting together during lunch break, pretending the university cafeteria was a 5 star restaurant and they were well renowned food critics.

They all watched as Sasha critiqued the food mercilessly. She picked apart the lettuce as the odd one out, spoke rudely to the tomato like it disrespected her personally, and didnt even acknowledge the bread roll.

But even as the group laughed, Eren kept his head tilted down at the ground, quiet. Armin was thankful for the group not picking him out for it. Eren was known for extreme emotions, known even more for how quick they change.

Then an idea popped into Armin's head. Something he hadnt even thought of since the semester started and his timetable was all over the place.

He nudged Eren with his shoulder softly. "Hey, let's go to the beach this weekend?" He asks tentatively.

Eren says nothing. Armin opens his mouth to ask again until Eren nods his head.

A little light goes back in his eyes.

Armin smiles and relays the info to the rest of the group. Their little bit of acting disappears, and they start to plan for the weekend ahead.

In the blink of an eye, Armin and his friends are standing on the beach, sand beneath their feet, sun dancing on their skin, wind playing hairdresser.

They all go and enjoy themselves. Play fighting, building wonky sand castles, throwing seaweed at each other, and just relaxing in general.

They all start to drift off into smaller groups, leaving Armin and Eren alone once again. With a dedicated heart, he tries harder to bring up Eren's spirits.

Armin walks into the sea til the waves are around his thighs, he turns and looks at Eren a few steps behind him.

"Look at it, Eren. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He watches as Eren looks up to the horizon. His eyes squint as the sun hits the ocean at the right angle to make it sparkle.

"Armin, I know what you're trying to do."

Armin raises an eyebrow in question, but Eren just looks at the horizon.

"Is it working?" He presses lightly.

"I dont know. I dont think so," he says honestly.

Armin reaches his hand out towards Eren. Its a simple gesture, but Armin remembers being a kid, making a flimsy promise, a trembling oath, in this exact position.

He wonders briefly if Eren remembers it. He decides it doesnt matter. Because today, right now, he'll renew it.

Eren steps forward towards Armin, but a particular wave with a sense of humour makes him lose balance, and he falls forward, grabbing Armin's hand and bringing them down together.

Salt water stings his nostrils, the feeling of bubbles tickle his skin, the sand finds its way under his nails, but Eren's hand in Armin's doesnt falter.

Eren gets up first, and pulls up Armin. He sputters the sea out of his mouth, and blinks it away from his eyes. When his eyesight comes back, he looks at Eren to see him looking back with a grin.

The little light in his eyes shine brighter.

Then theres movement in Eren's hair. Armin moves forward, and gently picks up the small hermit crab tangled there. He cradles it in his hand, and shows it to Eren.

They stand closer together now, hands still holding each other for no reason in particular.

"It looks so weird," Eren says with mild disgust.

Armin gasps in astonishment. "It's weird, yeah, but not ugly!"

Eren stares at Armin with an incredulous face. Armin keeps up his annoyed farce until Eren laughs and shrugs. "Okay okay, it's not ugly. But it is weird."

"You just havent seen one like this before."

Armin gently sets his hand into the sea, cradling the crab in his palm til it hits the sand below.

He turns back to the horizon, hand in hand with Eren.

"Let's see more weird things." Armin whispers.

The wind brings his words over to Eren's ears, and his fingers twitch slightly in Armin's hand.

"Okay."

"We might even come across normal things too."

"Okay."

"Let's go together."

"Alright."

"Just us." He breathes.

A beat.

"Just us?"

Armin turns his head to look into Eren's eyes. He sees everything he's grown up with, everything Eren is holding inside, bits and pieces of secrets and fears, but most of all he sees hope and curiosity.

"Just us." Armin smiles, and laces their fingers together.

Eren's fingers grip tighter, and Armin's heart skips a beat.

It isn't how Armin thought his confession would be, but the sea on his skin, his clothes soaked through, wet hair and the wind making him shiver, it's enough. "Is that okay?"

Eren glances at their intertwined fingers, then stares at Armin, eyes searching for something. Armin lays his heart bare for him to see. They know each other more than anyone, wordless interactions are nothing new to them.

And whatever Eren looks for, he must've found it. The next second, Eren is bringing their hands up towards his lips, and he kisses the back of Armin's hand gently, never looking away from him.

Armin feels the tips of his ears heat up , but the wind and the sea wipe it away.

"That would be amazing," Eren answers, eyes sparkling.

"Then let it be just us." Armin looks back to the horizon, sensing Eren following suit. The waves move quietly back and forth, the wind silent as it weaves its way around them. The wind and ocean afraid to ruin the moment. "Let's explore the world."

#eremin #erearu #eremin week day 4 ?#eremin week 2021 #ereminweek2021 #sorry its late #im suddenly really busy #IM SO SORRY ITS LATE #had sUCH A BUSY DAY TODAY #painting the house is hard work :(

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monsterlovinghours · 3 years

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I'm feeling very soft for Angel!Dewey and I was wondering if I could get some soft/romantic stuff from the fluffy boy. Maybe a soft, wine drunk, s/o because am I projecting? No! If you feel like tossing incubeej in there you know how I feel about poly but don't feel pressured

*spongebob narrator voice* one thousand years later...

The rain that pattered and tapped against the glass panes of the semi-open window didn't match the rhythm and tempo of the gentle music he had put on for her, but it didn't deter her from dancing, from holding out her hands and insistently tugging him to his feet to dance along with her. Dewey Finn didn't dance, at least not in any way that could be considered "good," but the call of her embrace was too sweet to ignore, and with her tipsy on good wine, she would barely notice if all he did was sway with her in his arms. It was warm here in her kitchen, the only light coming from the various scented candles she'd strewn around the counters and his own golden aura. There was hardly a sight he loved more than to see his halo reflected in her eyes, even if they were a little hazy. It had been a long week-a long month, if he were being honest-and he had all but forced her to take a night off, to let him take care of her and relax. At first, she had balked, insisting that she didn't need to be taken care of, that she wasn't some delicate flower on the verge of wilting, but Dewey had assured her that taking a break wasn't a sign of weakness, that letting yourself be cared for didn't mean you couldn't take care of yourself. Finally, she had relented, though it had taken her a while to actually relax enough to let go and enjoy herself as Dewey showered her with affection and tenderness, pampered her and wouldn't let her lift a finger for herself the entire evening.

As always seemed to be the case with humans, food helped ease her anxiety, dinner brought in from her favorite place. That seemed to be the final blow to her barriers, though the wine didn't hurt. Fed and tipsy, she had crawled into his lap and asked him for music, and he had had to stretch out the tips of his wings to knock the needle onto the spinning record. Slow love songs filled the room, and while he was expecting her to start theatrically gagging as she usually did when such music was played, she only snuggled closer, pushing her face into the side of his neck and humming softly. Dewey sang the bits he knew in her ear-admittedly, love songs weren’t his forte, and he wasn’t as well-versed as he perhaps ought to have been. Still, she didn’t seem to notice when he stumbled over a lyric here and there, and soon began to unfurl herself from his lap to get to her feet and dance. Which is where they found themselves now.

She kissed him, her lips tasting of wine and warmth, lingering against his as her fingers wove into the curls at the nape of his neck, sending the lightest of shivers down his spine. There was no way she could fully know the effect she had on him; how could she? The lightest scratch of her fingernails on his skin felt as monumental as the cosmic match struck to light the universe's very first star, the hum of her sleep-heavy voice in his ear like the thrum of macrocosmic gravity. Though her life was fleeting and his unending, when he was in her arms, Dewey couldn't help but feel made anew, an infant universe wrapped in the embrace of its creator. She was stars and void and infinity and unfathomable space contained in flesh and blood. How could his clumsy tongue possibly find the grace to tell her this?

Instead, he kissed her back, pressing forward as his hands slid into her waist, palms pulsing warm against her skin as they slipped beneath her shirt to press against her back. The worn vinyl tile of the kitchen floor creaked beneath them as they swayed to the music, until her mouth broke from his and her head drooped onto his shoulder. Her body felt pleasantly heavy in his arms, her lashes brushing against his neck as her eyes fluttered shut, trusting him to hold her upright. Smiling tenderly, he gathered her close, drowsy protests and all, and carried her back into the living room. By the time he had them settled on the couch, her body folded comfortably in his lap, she was asleep, breath deep and even and untroubled.

They hadn't moved an inch when a shift in air pressure announced the return of the third member of their living arrangement, eyes glowing faintly in the semi-darkness as his tail twitched at his side, fangs exposed in a smile at the sight that greeted him. Beetlejuice could smell the alcohol lingering in her bloodstream, heard the reassuring, steady thudding of her heartbeat, and a gentle, loving purr rumbled in his chest at the sight of her curled up so sweetly in the angel's arms.

"Ain't that cute?"

Dewey smiled back at the incubus, stroking a strand of hair off of her forehead. "Wine knocked her out," he whispered as Beetlejuice crossed the room to kneel in front of them. It didnt escape his attention that Dewey's grip didnt tighten instinctively as he drew nearer, as it certainly would have earlier in their arrangement. The angel would likely deny it if asked, but after months of living and loving alongside what was meant to be his adversary, he had grown to trust and even become fond of the semi-feral demon. Beetlejuice ran his fingers down her arm, his chilled touch leaving goosebumps across her skin even in her sleep.

“You think she’ll be waking up anytime soon? I’m starved.”

Unable to hold back a soft snort, Dewey shook his head. “Of course you are. No, I think she’s down for the count.”

Despite his apparent hunger, the demon didn’t seem to be upset at being unable to access his most convenient food source. “Ah well. S’pose we should get her to bed.” He reached out to pull her gently from Dewey’s embrace, and his tail curled in satisfaction when the angel released her without complaint. He followed quietly as the demon carried her into the bedroom, settling her among the pile of soft pillows and tugging a blanket over her still form. She had barely stirred or made a sound, so deep asleep beneath the safety of her lover’s watch. Beetlejuice straightened, and for a moment, the two just stood and watched her, watched the minute rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the subtle tremor of body with each gentle heartbeat. Then the demon broke the silence, murmuring gently.

“We’re a couple lucky sons of bitches, you know?”

Dewey couldn’t help a smile at that. “We are,” he readily agreed. He sighed, then glanced up at Beetlejuice, whose green-hued hair was beginning to dull a shade or two, a sure sign of impending starvation. “So you’re just gonna go hungry?”

A smile of a different sort curled on the incubus’s mouth, fangs catching the low light as his eyes pulsed with a greenish glow, the tips of his horns and the roots of his hair fading into a suggestive magenta. “I didn’t say that. You’re not planning on going anywhere tonight, are you, twinkle-toes?”

A flush crept from his ears to his cheeks and down his neck as he slowly shook his head. Beetlejuice grinned and pointedly let his long, striped tongue curl around one of his fangs, licking his teeth with a low, grating purr. “Perfect. Out in the living room, and be quiet about it. Don’t wanna wake Sleeping Beauty, do we?”

#angel!dewey #incubeej #HAXLEEN SPOTTED BEING A SOFTY SOFT SIMP BOY #MORE AT 11

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idjitlili · 4 years

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I see stars

summary:

Imagine getting drunk at the feast of starlight , and becoming over happy,and dancing like the complete opposite to what elves are used to. Leasts just say Thranduil is more than impressed.

translations:

rukhs shirumund caragu=beardless orc dung

warnings:two boners

wordcount:2356

After the dwarves and you were taken prisoner,Thranduil had kept you with him once he sent Thorin to the cells for refusing his offer. Before he was even able to begin to talk to you the dwarves had escaped,theu had left a note which the guards handed to Thranduil ,who read it before passing it to you. His face was unreadable you didnt know what to expect,as the scrap paper was upon your hands. The rushed note had read:

"Our friend from strange lands,

your journey ends here, come vist us in erebor once it IS safe,not now,we cannot afford to lose anymore family.

much love,

ps Thorin says if you get the chance near that rukhs shirumund caragu lowers,bite it off."

Your face lit up with embarrassment,knowing Thranduil had known what Thorin was implying for you to do,it was a good idea,but hiding a knife in your vagina and then chopping it off with that. That seemed like a better idea,what if you had his coxk in your mouth,and you bite it off and then you choke to death on it,it happened to dean winchester just with a sausage. You looked up to the king ,you was watching you intensely. "Thank you." you had spoke quietly,folding the note placing it in your front pocket of your jeans.

Yes you were still wearing your clothes from home,you had cleaned them last at a stream,but when you had first joined the company ,they had given you spar tunics , blankets and such. You had known them since you fell froma portal ,four feet from the ground infront of the company. They had grew to think very fondely of you ,and protected you from all danger.Now you felt very insecure with out them around ,especially when this king seemed very scary.

"what for?" Thranduil had questioned you circling ,your body ,you had crossed your arms and faced the floor. "for allowing me to have that note from my friends." he had stopped circling to look at you ,he liked you not like that at least not yet,you were being held captive yet you were treating him with kindness.

He hadnt kept you in a cell,infact he given you a room,it was locked at night and such incase you tried to kill him. In a few days you had warmed up to the king,but now erebor was reclaimed and he qould be going to reclaim his jems. You had practially begged him to take you with,so you could see your friends. He didnt like the idea,but then you started crying,you enjoyed the kings comapny when you would eat with him and such ,but you couldnt not go especially if you could prevent somes death. In the end he had agreed and sat you infront of him on his elk,you were excited to see your friends ,you just hoped Thranduil wouldnt kill them. You had been shy with Thranduil at first ,but you soon found out he was very nice,and you came out of your shell.

That led you to be literally bouncing on the elk once you had arrived infront of erebor ,with Thranduil having to have his arm around your waist,which led you to be very close to each other. He had to tell you to stop,as nice as he could,you hadnt realised you had caused the king a little problem.Which luckily his outfit hid,he didnt tell you that was why,he had just stated someobe might aim for him and then hit you with an arrow. Bouncing looked like yeah. You had spotted Thorin whos gaze lingled on you ,he thought Thranduil was using you so they wouldnt try kill him.

However you smiled widely up at Thorin. " Thorin! Your crown looks very lovely on you!" you had shouted up at the king ,who sffered from dragon sickness,his mouth twitched slightly before turning back into a frown. "You are fooling around with an elf?and an elf thats him?" he had scoffed in disgust at you,your face fell. "no,thorin." you had been hurt at his words,thranduil had tighted his grip on you waist,protectively.

Once you had found out that Thorin and his best fighters had been led into a trapped ,you had forced Thranduil, totake you there and help save them. In which had surprisingly did,you also may have used your sons also heading there ,what if he gets hurt and you couldve saved him. You ended up jumping on azog's back ,legs around his waist stabbing him in the back with daggers,so thorin could go for the kill;you literally looked like drax. Now your life was complete ,you looked awesome,you had also saved fili and kili. Darn Fili deserves more screentime. Azog had flipped you over his shoulders ,slamming you into the ice,strangling you with one hand and blade in another sending a slice up your arm, You had just became loki ,being slammed by hulk,and now you needed stitches. "I...c-can...see..y-your cock." you had to try to speak,face red,unable to breathe.giving Thorin the chance to end his life.

Thorin pushed azogs body away from you,pulling you into his arms. "you are very much crazy ,y/n and for that I will be forever in debt to you as you saved my family and I" he spoke stroking your hair, as you gained your breath back,your neck was definitely was going to be bruised. "I ...r-repaid..my debt for keeping me safe in this strange world all those month,plus i got to see that majestic hair everyday." you reached your hand up,to his hair,running your fingers through it, "i am really sorry for saying what i did earlier, I do not want you getting hurt that was all." he spoke sincerely to you. "dont worry little man,no one has taken my innocence." you smirked in which Thorin smiled at you in relief before carrying you bridal style to erebor to find oin,trying to avoid hurting your bleeding upper arm.

That was until Thranduil stopped him on his elk,his eyes wondering over your injured form,you smiled at the king. Thranduil knew he had to take you home with him,he had felt things he had never felt before ,even with his now dead wife. "let me take her back with me,to the woodland relm,we have the finest doctors." he had spoken sternly,Thorin had scoffed in response. "oin is the best in erebor!" he had growled,he didnt want you with an elf at all. "more like the only one." Thranduil had annoyed Thorin with this,his stomach bubbled with anger. "Thorin, its fine I have to go back anyways ,I left belongings there." you tried to convince the dwarven king,however he was stubborn,so it would take more than that. "i will buy and have you made new belongings." he really didnt want you to go,he felt like it was his duty to protect you,he thought of you as a daughter almost.

"Thorin , I will come back,and if not straight away, I will write." you had jumped down from Thorins arms ,before hugging him tightly,and pulling away. Your eyes watered ,as you looked at back at Thorin who's did the same ,as Thranduil lifted you up onto his elk infront of him.

Also you forgot to mention,Tauriel fell off a cliff , rip. Legolas was going away for a while,but promised his father he would try to visit on the feast of starlight. Thranduil had comforted you saying Thorin was safe ,there wasnt any huge chances that something could happen to him while you were gone,you would be able to see him again. Anyways that was many months ago and you wrote to the dwarves and bilbo often,Thranduil would even get elves with drawing talents to draw you so you could send them back for Thorin and Bilbo. Bilbo had requested it. But tonight was the feast of starlight,Thranduil had you a dress made ,and fitted , it was mint green,come to think of it looked exactly like Arwen's dress in return of the time. Maybe you become friends with her tonight ,and gift it too her in the future as she loved it so much. wink wink. Thranduil had personally came to chambers,and walked with you to the feast. Yeah so you had been staying in the woodland relm way longer than you had thought you would have been staying.

Thrandul had sat on the end of the table ,while you sat at the side of the table next to him,there was many high elves at the table such as celeborn,Elrond,Lady Galadriel,and many others,you could barely remember any of there names. However there had been wine,you were barely an adult ,let they kept topping up your glass ,no one told you how strong elvish wine was. You were tipsy very quickly,you didnt make much conversation with anyone as you very nervous of saying something innappropriate. Soon as you all had entered the hall ,the music filled your ears it was quiet boring music. So you just lingled around Thranduil , drinking wine ,which was everywhere ,soon you were very loose ,and very close to Thranduil. Basically jumping around him, that was until a slightlly up beat song started playing. "Thranduil I am going to go danceeeeee." you had spoke excitely ,gripping the kings arm he had simply nodded.

You had skipped off to the dance floor,letting out a "wooooooo" hitting your fist in the air,Thranduil watched you as you tucked a part of your dress into your short legging shorts,he had gasped at your action as your whole thigh was revealed. You began dancing like you were doing just dance to umbrella,singing the lyrics,pointing to Thranduil ,gesturing him to join he shook his head,you shrug at him. You had learnt this not only because of tom holland but as a child you loved just dance and memorized the movements.

"you have my heart

And we'll never be worlds apart

Maybe in magazines

But you'll still be my star

Baby, 'cause in the dark

You can't see shiny cars

And that's when you need me there

With you, I'll always share"

you had began,as the elves had changed the music to suit the music , you smirked at heart you had gestured to Thranduil,who's face was a beet,he couldnt deny he liked it.

"When the sun shine, we shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be your friend

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh"

you gestured under your dress before ,winking at Thranduil,before pulling the dress off swiftly,causing the elves to gasp ,leaving you in a tight black corset from Thorin and black shorts,you threw the dress at Arwen mouthing keep it.These fancy things

"Will never come in between

You're part of my entity

Here for infinity

When the war has took its part

When the world has dealt its cards

If the hand is hard

Together we'll mend your heart."

You strut over Thorin ,high and might ,getting very close ,before turing and dropping your ass slightly grazes him ,before flicking a leg out then bring it back in and doing the same with the other. Before standing up quickly,facing him wipping the back of your hands down his face before going back the dance floor.

"When the sun shine, we shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be your friend

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh"

Thranduil stares at you,licking his lips at your performance,he was deeply attracted to you there was no doubt about that. You skin glittering in the light as it reflected onto your sweat,

"It's rainin', rainin'

Ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin'

Baby, come here to me

Come into me

It's rainin', rainin'

Ooh, baby, it's rainin', rainin'"

you finished off ,voice hurting slightly,before grabbing a glass of wine chugging it,bow at the elves that claped for you, smiled brightly,they hadnt seen anything like that ever. You didnt get to anything else before Thranduil practically run at you. You had revealed you love Thranduil ,in your song, He cupped your cheeks gently with his large hands before he pressed his soft lips against yours ,the elves around you clap around you,as you both kiss passionately.

"will you marry me,y/n?" he spoke once you both pulled away,you nod eagarly before pressing your lips to his quickly,you bow once more before pulling out of the hall,he thanks everyone for coming as you walk out.

lets just say you dont bite his cock off,you went to visit Thorin with Thranduil the next day , they put aside their differences for you ,as Thranduil tells them about your stunt ,not about the boner he hid when you slut dropped infront of him.

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #thranduil x y/n #thranduil #the hobbit imagines

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nahoyaglock · 3 years

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Frobi selfship headcannons

!!sfw!!

shigabi, tenfro, fronaka, frobishima, inuobi, frokuto, aobi, frotani, fromi, ushibi, frobinoya, katsubi hcs

a/n: sorry for these long ass headcanons, i hope yall enjoy them tho?? also sorry for the reoccurring mention of my terrible paranoia </3 im going through a hard time w it rn, pls excuse me

reblogs on selfship posts are super appreciated!

shigabi

video games

i am his baby! he has a soft spot for me :3

lets me sit in his lap while he plays video games

hc that shigaraki is a twitch streamer instead of a villain and he streams with me on his lap

messy hair, black headset, pajama pants and a black hoodie vs pink tank top, white skirt, pink bows and a fuzzy blanket

we own cats named wario and waluigi >:3

we play ow and animal crossing together

he plays shooters and horror games while i play otome games and rhythm games

watching happy feet and cuddling, lets me lay between his legs as he plays with my hair

calls me brat and baby

cooks me seafood

some days i want him to baby me, other days we go run around at 4am

teases me bc of my height, leanes down to give me kisses

randomly tugs on my hair and pretends he didnt do it throught the day

i kick his ugly ass ankles /j

tenfro

baking, cuddling, horror movies and videos games 24/7

both bullied so we confine in each other and comfrt the other well

hes very caring so he always checks in, even when i seem fine

notices my mood changes

"do you need a hug?" and just hugs me bc he knows i do

he likes to rest his head on my chest when he rants to me

booping noses and interlocked hands ♡

ushijima gives us rides everywhere

their manager, so i have to make sure tendou does well

the other team members are happy im dating tendou, especially ushijima

sitting with tendou on the bus to their matches

kisses and hugs after every match and practice match

lets me wear his jersey bc he hates when other guys look at me

one time terushima tried to flirt w me and he made ushi scare him away

fronaka

hand on ass always.

tries to fight any guy that even comes near me

me, ryu and noya, the trio !

walks me to class with his arm around my waist

basically bestfriends to lovers so we spemd all our time together like we did before we were dating

still a slight kiyoko simp but lmao so am i, we admire her beauty together

brags to the team about me, telling them random things about me

"frobis favorite food are clams!" crosses gis arms proudly

"ryuu, you dumbass" insert me slapping the back of his bald head

saeko teasing him and telling him to treat me well

says "hey bae" and probably uses the devil emoji ajxjzjx

plays with my hair, he loves my curls :D

we prolly have a dog, small dog bc ooi dogs scary,, D:

frobishima

always has an arm around me

denki bestie af !

also one that i can relate to so we can share our experiences and comfort each other

top kin so we get along very well and have alot of the same interests

movie nights w/ the bakusquad

cuddling kiri the whole time and making the rest of them feel single

he likes to pinch my shoulder to get my attention

big smiles and playful biting :D

he probably has alot of my clothes left at his house bc i like wearing his shirts

insert kiri cooking while i back hug him <3

likes to princess carry me, and carries me when im sleepy

thigh kisses bc he loves them alot <3

best an comforting, sings me to sleepy and helps me when i have really bad paranoia </3

true loml

inuobi

walk to school together everyday

sometimes we race

brings me a breakfast bar, sometimes his mom makes me a morning snack too

little pecks and hand holding

we're like two energetic puppies in a relationship

i always attend his games and cheer for him and the boys

insert kuroo, tora, kenma, and kai acting like my dads

me and inu doing puppy eyes for little spoon, he usually gives in and takes big spoon

lots compliments and blushing

"inu, y-you look cute today"

"frobi, you look s-stunning"

comfort buddies!

convinces the coach to let me ride on the bus with them to tournaments

sleppys babies on the back of the bus

members have pictures of us sleeping

sharing a blanket that kai gave to us bc the bus was cold and sharing a scarf that inuoka bought me for winter

frokuto

if hes sad, im sad :( if im sad, hes sad :(((

my energy beam, my number one, my ace 🥺

he loves to hold my small hands in his big ones, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb

he'd walk around at tournaments, big star bo with his tiny cute girlfriend

saru, komi, and konoha give me headpats

bo pouts because they didnt guve him head pats

many pats for the ace!! :D

during lunch i hang w him and akaashi, akaashi having to deal w me and bos shenanigans

lowkey, we probably bring him stress

me and bo go on night time adventures, he drives us <3

brings home ramen after a long day of practice

when hes sad he cries into my chest and i play with his hair

"its okay bo, your still my ace" kisses and more kisses and more kisses

he loves to hold my thumbs and kiss my wrists

always looks for me when he has a match, sees me cheering the loudest for him <3

hes my baby, he'll smiles at me and ill cry

aobi

listener

he lets me talk about my interests and day, i let him talk about his

loves to be supportive, my shoulder to lean on

we take public transportation after school to get to our house

he lets me lean against him and sleep, tired from a long day, he'll wrap his large arm around me

he opened up after a while and smiles more, sometimes he'll lightly giggle, one time i made him laugh for 5 whole mins

hes so golden in my eyes, lake dates, he likes to just walk with me

treats me to food whenever we go out

i help him be more open and push him to be himself, but i respect his boundaries !!!

if he feels uncomfortable he'll poke my back gently

i take him away from the uncomfortable situation and ask what was wrong so that it doesnt happen again

people ask why im dating him bc hes "scary"

my response is a punch to the face

jkjk, its none of their business why, but its bc hes very sweet and kind hearted, who couldn't love an angel like my nobu? :]

frotani

complicated hc?? i have like two ways it could go, my top is def still me being a shiratorizawa girl bc lmao canon !!

met him through levy, (@bigger-simp-than-kazuichi) aoba johsais manager

she introduced me to her besyies, kyo and yahaba

"hey, you're the one they call mad dog?" he hates that now but responds with "yes, im mad dog."

levy invites me to alot of their events if im not busy, lowkey oikawa is salty bc im shiratorizawas manager

kyotani stays at my side, we talk about our days and his live for volleyball

we exchange numbers and he messages me at night, we have hour long conversations till one of us falls asleep

late night calls, he just grumbles and scoffs at anything i say and he just waits for me to sleep before hanging up

confesses to me at a match infront of my team, i just kissed him in response

he visits me whenever he can, and brings me food and gifts

imagine aoba johsai vs shiratorizawa, rip kyo lmao ushi get his ass /j

kyotani likes to hold mt hands and wrap my in his jacket and scarf

barks at anyone who bothers me, loves when i sit on his lap btw

fromi

komi will pick me up over his shoulder and drag me to the room when he wants cuddles

loves horror movies, horror movie marathons any time of the year

he likes and kiss my jaw and hold my thumbs

calls me short when he's not that much taller than me

we curse at each other every 5 minutes

insert sarukui climbing through our windows atleast once a month to have a movie marathon with us

komi likes to slap my head

we probably play fight all the time, definently turns into something more intense

akaashi and konoha break us up and me and komi will be confused

"whats wrong? We were just playing"

"yall were strangling each other"

"we're fineee~"

chaotic, we always look like were fighting or arguing

"fuck you, i hate you" "fuck you too bitch"

holds hands and deep kisses the next second

akaashi lowkey hates dealing with us, bokuto loves us skxj

ushibi

shira and hayato convinced me to join at their manager

the original shiratorizawa manager, ceo of the company 😎

they introduced me to the team, and they took a liking to me

ushijima was by my side alot, helped me with my job and carrying thing especially

he was so kind and even spoke to me, asked if i ate, if i slept well, if i needed anything

didn't realize it was different from what he normally was like until tendou asked about it

one time ushi was walking me home and i asked him about it, but he was definently confused

"i, guess so. your attractive and have a good personality. i would date you."

hes so blunt, awkwardly blunt

so we,, started dating, and now he really never leaves my side

i got haterz bc im THE ushiwakas bby girl 🙈

gives me headpats and kisses before everymatch

lets me wear his team jacket, huge on my small figure

he enjoys our height difference, he thinks i look cute when i look up at him :3

teaches me how to play volleyball, even smiles when i land a good serve

patches me up whenever i get hurt, slight frown if i ever fall

hes,, kinda fatherly? a person w no dad calling someone fatherly sjcjxj lmao 🙈🙈

nurturing and caring, ushi i will kiss you, probably calls me by my full name, fro, manager, baby, and sometimes even brat

frobinoya

hes woke, i just know it

all the characters prolly woke but hes woke asf!!

we run around, literally our whole relationship is mainly just running around and being wild

arcade hangouts after school/practice

he loves arcade games so much, and so do i

we take off guard pictures of each other, also chaotic and blurry pictures

he'll kick me in the butt, que me chasing him till i run out of breath

he likes to support my interests, loves to watch me practice dancing

we wear cat ears and maid outfits and take pictures in his room at like 5am when the sun rises

videos of us kissing and cuddling in his gallery

posts on insta to make ryuu jealous

buys me cute skirts bc he knows i love to look pretty for him !!

im his pretty kitty ♡♡

likes to call me his girly~ and his serotonin

holds my hand whenever im feeling sad and strokes my cheek with his thumb

lowkey has a good voice, sings heather to me while he nuzzles his nose into my jaw

katsubi

random kisses throughout the day

pinky holding bc he likes my small hands

leans over me when he wants a kiss

gets teased by the squad and just endures it bc he likes the way i giggle when they do

head pats ! lots :3

likes to show off infront of class 1-b by holding me close and kissing me

brings me lunches he cooked and likes to feed me

always finds an excuse to be on my team for training or being my training buddy

barks at anyone who tries to train with me /j

walking me to school and home, even brings me over

mitsuki loves it whenever i come over and makes cookies when i do

katsuki helps her make the cookies D: so precious

never kisses infront of his parents bc he doesnt want to deal with their teasing and nagging

sings ballads, will sing me to sleep, probably listens to rap and rnb, some rock, but will sing me some khalid since he knows i love him

probably sung me "can i be him" one night when my paranoia got bad <//3

i laid on his chest and he ran his fingertips up and down my back, singing softly to me until i fell asleep

forehead kiss before he drifted to sleep as well, katsuuuu :( <3

@kekozume @nekosvno

#self ships #shigabi #tenfro #fronaka #frobishima #inuobi #frokuto #aobi #frotani #fromi #ushibi #frobinoya #katsubi #frobis.💿

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anime-alyssa · 4 years

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Ok but like Poe Dameron pre TFA flirting with another CO. I feel like two ace pilots with maaajor sexual tension would need to blow off some steam ya know? 💕

oh thank you so much for being my first request! but oh yes. lets have them blow off a lot of steam, shall we?

smut ahead, btw. cause my mind is always in the gutter. but there will also be like…. normal flirting.

sorry if you didnt want this smutty skskskssks

smut below cut

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blowing off steam.

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You and your Squadron had just gotten back from yet another long, grueling mission to try and find the way to Luke Skywalker. It was yet again another failure and you and your fellow pilots in the Black Squadron were exhausted and irritated. The Resistance was jumping at absolutely any lead that was thrown their way and General Leia trusted the Black Squadron under the leadership of Poe Dameron and yourself over anything to get it done.

But boy, were you tired. Tired of the missions, tired of dealing with Poe’s anger afterwards, tired of your sexual desires for your fellow officer. But god damn it, he just looked so hot when he was angry. You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards Poe. He didn’t help with that either - the mindless flirting between you two was become sickening to everyone else around you. You yearned to get at least one chance to fuck him, to ease some of your tension. You were getting hot and bothered just thinking about the opportunity.

“Any other reports?” Leia asked the room. You shook your head at her and heard a few more mumbled ‘no’s before she dismissed the room. You had just gotten back from yet another unsuccessful mission on a planet from the Outer Rim and were debriefing with Leia once more. Poe was already aggravated with being unsuccessful yet again with this mission and he caught up to you quite quickly in the hallway.

“Hey! Wait up!” he called after you. You turned on your heel to face him as he ran to catch up with you.

“Yes, Commander Dameron?” you asked as you kept walking towards your quarters, ready for a long shower. It was going to be a cold one if he lost his temper again. He rolled his eyes at the formality.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” he asked you, walking alongside you now as you entered your quarters.

“I don’t see the need. We got there. We lost men. Dead lead. The usual, lately. Getting ridiculous.” you said, stripping of your flight jacket and discarding it on the floor. Poe whistled at you as you did so and you shot a glare his way. “Can it, Dameron.”

“We’re alone, you know. We can pretend we’re not flirting with each other accidentally and do it on purpose now.” Poe commented smugly, grinning at you nearly ear to ear.

“Dameron, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said to him, walking up to him and tapping his chest gently. He scoffed in response as he put his hand on your cheek gently, his eyes looking into yours. You felt your knees weaken below you as his gaze met yours.

“Sure you do.” he said, quickly snaking an arm around your hip and pulling you close to him to kiss you. All the months of sexual tension between the two of you was finally fading away as you stood there in his embrace. Was this actually happening? Were you and your fellow Commander really doing this? “That’s what I thought.” he said on your lips.

“Don’t ruin this by speaking, Dameron.” you said to him.

“Fine. We don’t have to speak. Let’s just blow off steam.” he said back, kissing you again with much more force than before. You decided that if you really were going to do this, blow off steam, you might as well do it. This could be your one chance to fuck him and you weren’t going to get into your own head and ruin it. Poe’s hand traveled down to your ass and gave it a hard squeeze, a half-gasp half-moan coming out of your mouth. Using his other hand to grasp your hip he guided you over to the bed and pushed you flat on your back to the mattress. “Let me know if its to much.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Commander.” you said to him. Poe growled in pleasure as his hands messily worked towards stripping you of your jumpsuit and you worked towards getting his off him. Eventually after a few minutes the both of you were in just your undergarments and his lips were back on your body. He tore off your bra when his mouth reached the fabric and placed hard kisses on both your nipples, causing you to whine with pleasure. He smirked against your skin as he heard you whine, ego inflating and cock getting harder.

“God that was such a pretty little sound that came out of that mouth. I wonder what else your mouth can do…” Poe drawled.

“I’m sure you would love to find out.” And with that you took control, flipping the two of you over and laying him on his back. A glint of curiosity shone across his eyes before lust took over as you wedged his boxers down his legs, freeing him rock hard cock. Precum was glistening out of the tip and you licked your lips before placing a kiss over the tip, licking up the precum that was coming out of it.

“Oh god…” Poe moaned above you. You sent a quick smirk up his way as you took his length in your mouth, freehand grabbing at his balls and your spare hand pumping as you bobbed your head on his cock. You hollowed your cheeks out as you sucked and sucked, the pilot above you cussing and groaning in pleasure. Poe wasn’t going to last very long at this rate and would need to go down on you before getting inside you, but he didn’t care. Your mouth was giving him the best head he’s ever had in his life. You gave his balls a light squeeze and heard him let out a loud moan with one last suck. “Fuck!” he cursed as you felt him let out his ropes in your mouth. You kept sucking and made sure to swallow every drop he let out into your mouth and as soon as he was done.

You sat up, licking your lips in the process and staring back at him. Now more lustful than before Poe jumped up and grabbed you, going back to your first position with you under him. “Time to return the favor.” You gulped in anticipation as he slid your underwear down your legs and threw them next to his. His mouth idled over your bud for a moment before he decided to lick a singular stripe up your cunt.

“Oh god Dameron…” you cried out under him, body writhing from the sensation. He stopped, pausing to look up at you.

“By the end of this you’ll be screaming my actual name, baby.” he said to you threateningly, going back down to start feasting on your wet cunt. You cried out as his mouth worked magic on you, licking in between your folds and sucking on your sensitive nub while he started to slowly pump his fingers in you. You felt no shame as you moaned loudly for probably the whole base to hear, heat starting to build up inside you. Grinding your hips into his face Poe’s tongue danced quickly on your cunt and his fingers pumped faster, curling on the inside and hitting just right.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” you shouted, orgasm nearing but not quite hitting. You could feel it coming though as your muscles started to tense and your cunt leaked onto his face. Poe smirked into your folds, licking and sucking as he went before suddenly pulling away, a whine escaping from you. “What the fuck Dameron?!” you cried, wanting nothing more than to reach your hand in between your legs and find your release.

“You’re gonna come on my cock and scream my name, I told you.” he said darkly, licking your juices off his lips before spreading your legs and coming up to meet you. “Now be good and scream for me.” he said deeply into your ear as he found your entrance and thrust inside of you roughly.

“Oh god…” you cried as he entered, filling you up tightly. He groaned too feeling how tight you were for him - he wasn’t going to last very long and he knew it so he had to make it count. Wasting no time Poe started to move in and out of you hard, the feeling of orgasm building in you again and crying out in pleasure. You always wanted to fuck him once and now here you were, being fucked by Poe Dameron and god was it good.

He moved hastily to get you to the edge, lips attaching themselves to one of your nipples and his other hand pulling at the opposite. You moaned loudly which only made him increase his pace, quickly repositioning you so he could hit you all the way up to your g-spot and fill you all the way to his balls. Skin slapped against skin as he managed to hit you in a spot where no one had ever hit you and you cried out for him.

“Oh my god Poe! Fuck Poe just like that, keep going!” you shouted as you felt your orgasm finally almost hitting you, body tensing and pussy tightening around his cock, making him moan out as well.

“Tell me who makes you - fuck - scream. Tell me!” He groaned, taking his mouth off of your nipple and bringing his gaze up to yours. He was sweating, you were sweating, more dangerously close to your highs. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned loudly in pleasure at every move he made.

“You Poe, oh my god Poe! Poe, oh fuck!” you shouted as he plowed home inside of you, hitting the right spot every time and making you see stars above you.

“Come on me, come on - oh fuck…” he breathed down to you, thrusting into you quickly and hitting your g-spot once more. All it took was one more thrust into you before you screamed his name and your pussy clenched around his cock, orgasm taking over your body. As soon as your felt yours take over you heard him moan your name as his cock twitched inside of you, your convulsing cunt milking him as your back arched against his collapsing body, still moaning his name as he tensed above you.

Silently the two of you laid there coming down from your highs. The both of you panting, sweaty messes on your bed sheets. Slowly once he mustered up the strength, Poe slid out of you and collapsed once more on your bed next to you.

“I think we need to blow off steam more often.”

#myshit #poe x reader #poe dameron x reader

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the-writing-dump-bin · 5 years

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I was wondering if I could request some Jotaro x Fem Reader x Star Platinum? I can’t think of a main plot, I just know that my hormones won’t stop until I get some NSFW Jotaro and Star 🥰😏 Take your time writing it! 💜

NSFW 18+

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Everything was peaceful out in the woods. It was mostly quiet expect for the sounds of nature that played around you.

Jotaro had rented a small, yet luxurious, cabin for the weekend and it had been bliss.

The two of you went on a few walks on the paths and even hung out at the shoreline of the lake.

When you weren't enjoying nature, you cuddled up on the couch and listened to music together, where you would drift off to sleep with one of Jotaro's strong arms lazily over you.

Tonight, however, was a little bit of a drag.

From out of nowhere, a giant thunderstorm rolled in; bringing heavy rain and strong winds that you thought might snap a tree in half. The power in the cabin flickered, threatening to go out completely.

"We should probably light candles." You suggested. "It will be fully dark soon and those clouds are just as black as night."

Jotaro didnt disagree, so he looked around for some candles. Luckily, there were a few in a drawer in the kitchen. Lighting them, he placed a couple in the living room and the bedroom. "We'll just take one into the bathroom with us if we have to go."

There wasn't much to do during the storm.

No hiking. No swimming. You couldn't even listen to the music or read books since the power went out.

After getting your pajamas on, you joined Jotaro in playing a few hands of cards in the living room; sitting on the floor around the coffee table by candlelight.

Propping your elbow on the table and resting your chin on your palm, you exhaled a long sigh. "I'm bored."

Jotaro was silent for a moment, aimlessly rearranging the cards in his hand, then smirked. "Well, I have another idea of what we could do."

You looked over at him as he made Star Platinum appear, looking happy to see you. Cocking up an eyebrow, you returned the smirk. "What are you implying, Jotaro?"

"I think you know damn well what I am thinking." He answered, making Star Platinum hook a finger under the strap of your tank top.

You couldn't contain your grin anymore and crawled onto the table's flat surface, getting closer to the big man across you.

He met you with his lips on yours as you stood on the table on you hands and knees. Sliding his hands down your sides, he grabbed the hem of your tank top and pulled it up just enough to reveal your bare breasts, cupping them into his large hands.

You let out a soft moan, showing him you enjoyed the touch. Something pulled your attention to behind you where you saw Star grab your pajama shorts and pull them, and your panties, down to your knees.

Jotaro smiled and pulled away from your lips, pulling his shirt up and over his head and leaned back, unbuckling his belts. That's when Star Platinum gave you a spank on your rear, making you squeak in surprise.

Staying on your hands and knees on top of the table, you locked eyes with your boyfriend who was sitting on the floor in front of you. Once he freed himself from his pants, he palmed his own cock a couple times while his erection grew from the sight of you and his Stand in such a position.

Star gave you another slap across your ass; making you emit the same noise as before. Then he brought his hand between your legs, rubbing between your folds slowly and gently.

"Mmmmm...." You moaned, feeling the heat rise inside you.

Jotaro rose to his knees and got closer to your face, tangling his hand in your hair as his kissed you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours.

A sharp pain could be felt at your entrance. You tried to turn your head back to look but Jotaro had a good grip on your head that he didn't let you, keeping his kisses going. The pain turned into pleasure as your walls stretched around Star Platinum's thick cock, making you moan into Joatro's mouth.

Once Star was fully inside you, Jotaro backed up just a couple inches from your face to watch your expression as his Stand thrusted into you from behind, and he wasn't disappointed.

The way you bit your lip. The way your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The way you panted open-mouthed as you grabbed the edge of the coffee table. It got Jotaro more excited. Standing up, he came closer to you, his waist level with your head. Looking down at you, he made eye contact with you. "Do you like it when Star Platinum fucks you?"

Jotaro's cock stood attention near your mouth, teasing you by brushing the tip over your cheek, beads of precum painting your skin. "Y-Yes..." You replied breathlessly, taking in the feeling of Star's cock sliding in and out of your pussy.

Gently running his hand through your hair again, he looked at you with lust. "Do you want mine?"

"Yes...yes...yes...! I w-want your cock, J-Jotaro." Your core grew tighter and tighter as your orgasm threatened to snap.

Turning your head, you managed to run your tongue over the shaft of his cock, making him growl like an animal. Finally, he shoved himself in your mouth, standing still for a moment while you sucked at his tip. Your cheeks hollowed as you moved down deeper against his length, tongue wide under him.

Jotaro's breathing became laboured as he focused the feeling over his sensitive member. You knew just how to make him feel like he was alive. His hips started a slow pace, sliding down your throat.

You were such a mess; just a fuckable plaything between these two.

Feeling your orgasm about to arrive, you started moving your hips along Star Platinum's impressive length. Jotaro was about to release his as well, gripping your hair tighter, getting his cock deeper down your throat.

Just as the lightning from the storm outside flashed and the thunder boomed, you both came to your climaxes.

Your walls clamped down around Star Platinum, twitching with each pulse you felt. Jotaro released his seed down your throat, jutting his hips forward into your face.

You gasped as you felt Star Platinum pull out of you the same time Jotaro did. Saliva and cum slipping from your lips and down your chin. You would have fell forward off the table and on to the floor if Jotaro wasn't there to catch you; your limbs couldn't hold you up anymore.

Scooping you up, cradling you in his arms, Jotaro kissed your eyes. "You are just amazing."

"I could say the same thing about you." You smiled.

Making Star Platinum carry a couple candles to the bathroom, he brought you into the bathroom. Filling up the giant jet tub, he placed you in gently, getting in just after you.

As long as this storm was going on, so would be you time together.

#jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro #jotaro kujo #my writing #my fic #fan fic #writing #part 4 jojo #jotaro x reader #n*sf*w #request #anonymous #anon

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thorsstorms · 5 years

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Abroad Pt.5

(Chris Hemsworth x Reader)

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: Smut (18+) !! only in the beginning though. also Anxiety feels.

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You woke up in Chris’s bed for the second day in a row, though last night you were sober. You started to stir when he walked into the room, opening the bedroom door. He left a soft kiss to your temple and muttered a ‘good morning’ before disappearing into the bathroom and starting the shower. Damn his early morning workouts. You sat up after hearing the shower door close. You wanted to join him. You looked around aimlessly for a moment, feeling all confidence disappear when you saw the clock, it was almost 9am and the kids would be here in an hour.

After the kids were settled and you had unpacked them, they always took over your full attention, as well as Chris’s. India had a birthday party for a little girl from her homeschool group that you all attended. Tristan ended up with a fractured hand from a bouncy house, so Chris drove the tough boy to the hospital while you ducked out with the other two.

You settled them both in the play room, India was attempting to help Sasha read a book, but giving up and doing it herself. A smile spread over your face while watching them from your spot on the couch. You were browsing your forgotten social medias while they entertained themselves. Multiple tags flooded your notifications that your friends from home and brother tried to send to you, as if you didn’t already know. They tried to get you to see of pictures of you and Chris from yesterday. You ignored them all, not really wanting to see them and put all your pages to private. You sighed and put down your phone deciding that was enough for now, it reminded you of all the time you used to waist mindlessly browsing. The two were already tucked in bed by the time Chris walked in with Tristan who had an ice cream cone in his hand.

You tidied up the playroom and down to the kitchen while Chris was trying to give Tristan a bath with the cast. You trudged up to the loft, not waiting for him to finish putting Tristan to bed. You jumped in the shower, taking your time relaxing under the water pressure.

When you stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around you, Chris was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone, ready for bed. His head lifted to see you as you walked into your room shutting the door behind you. You quickly got dressed and were sitting on the bed trying to dry your hair when Chris pushed open the door. He came to sit next to you, laying back with his arms under his head and stared at the ceiling.

“Chris,” you warned quietly, standing up from your spot to put your towel in the basket.

“Come on, I just,” he spoke, searching for his words. “I have to leave tomorrow, and I want to stay with you,” he said sheepishly, his face glowing pink under your stare. How could you say no? You nodded and signaled him off the bed so you could crawl under the covers. He lets out a small childish ‘yay’ and followed you on the other side. He tucked him self in, pulling the blanket up to his chin, grinning at you like a little kid that got his way. You shook your head and planted a soft kiss to his lips. His fingers krept from the blankets, holding you to him so you couldn’t escape. You pulled away, watching the mischievous glint in his eyes. His lips slipped up and kissed you, keeping you close. You slipped your leg over his, feeling his body underneath you as you kissed him harder. Kissing him was something that you could do all day and never tire of. His stubble across his cheeks added a roughness that you welcomed selfishly. A hand snuck under your shirt, pressing his against the skin of your back, trialing your sides.

He softly groaned into your mouth when your leg brushed swiftly over his growing tent in his boxers. You smirked against him, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling his head back so your lips could trail open mouth kisses down against his neck. You brushed against him heavier this time, feeling his heaving chest stutter against you, his hands gripping your hips harder. Your lips glidded hot over his sensitive skin, pressing a hard kiss to his throbbing pulse. His hands pulled up your back, urging your shirt off. You lifted quick, tugging it over you. You hardened against the cool air hitting you. He felt over your soft skin that was on fire from his touch. You ground your heat down onto his thigh as his fingers drifted over your peaked nipples. Your hands braced on his chest, immediately pushing his shirt over his head. He pulled you down to him, kissing against the skin of your chest, tugging you nipple into his mouth, feeling his teeth lightly graze over it sent your senses into an overload.

You pulled away dragging your chest down his, your hands wandering to the waist of his boxers, while you pressed kisses down his torso. He watched you with wild dark eyes as your fingers dipped underneath his waistline, before you could touch him he grabbed your wrist, “(Y/n) wait, you don’t -” “I want to,” you told him softly. You continued, feeling him against your fingers. Chris’s head feel back to the pillows as you pulled him from the boxers. You admired his his size as your hand pulled lightly before sinking back down. He maneuvered his boxers off and laid relaxed, watching you with close eyes.

You pressed you lips softly to the tip, feeling his hips stutter at the contact. You licked a strip from the base up to the tip, feeling every snag of skin and vein against your tongue. You covered the tip with your lips giving him a sweet taste, his hands finding home in your hair and on your shoulder. Hands were braced on his hips as you sucked him deeper, warm and wet when your cheeks hollowed out suddenly, and he almost lost it there. His fingers tightened in your hair, urging you for more. You sank your mouth deep on him slow and agonizing, till he hit the back of your deliciously tight throat. Your fingers wrapped around what you missed and sucked hard while pulling back up on him. A strangled moan escaped his throat as he tried to keep his eyes open on you. Your lips strained around his length when you took him all the way in, relaxing your throat so he could hit deeper, his hips fluttered up, pressing himself hard in your throat.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so good,” he moaned watching you with wide eyes when yours met his. Your body heated with his praise, making you want to suck him harder. You pulled him in, bobbing your head faster over him, before tried to tug you away, knowing he was going to come if you didnt stop. Your tongue flattening beneath the wet, velvety soft skin of his shaft. He muttered a plead that you ignored and took him deep before his hips shook against your nose and you felt his thick stream cover your senses. He groaned loudly, flexing his hips, holding you tight against him till he finished.

You pulled up, swallowing every drop and licked him clean, while his hands pulled your hair out of your face. You kissed lightly up his stomach, feeling his muscles twitch under your touch. His chest was rising quickly, and you felt your hands up till they took home on the side of his neck, and you kissed his swollen lips hard. His tongue taking in your taste mixed with his. Your lashes fluttered against his cheeks till he pulled your face back from his. His breathing was calming, eyes dancing across yours.

“You’re so amazing,” He mumbled against your lips. His fingered traced tenderly of over your cheek bones, his eyes memorizing every inch of your face.

“Consider it a going away present,” you told him, your face heating up red from how much you enjoyed it yourself. You reached over him, turning the lamp off beside him and settling back down with your head rested on his chest, your hands running smoothly over the soft skin of where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Well then, I can’t wait to see what I get when I’m gone from more then two days,” his joke lingered, you both giggling at the nonsense.

The sound of his phone alarm stirred you both when it started to blare against the serene silence in the night. You felt him swing his arm over and turn it off before snuggling right back under the covers, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder. You kept your eyes closed, feeling his breathing slow again.

“Hey, you gotta wake up,” you nudged his arm.

“I can’t,” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. Silence and sleep started to overtake the room before the alarm went off again, displaying 5:30am across the screen. He groaned, quickly sitting up on the bed, turning it off. He leaned down a placed a quick kiss to your cheek, and another to your lips before he pulled out of bed, and left the room. Just as quickly as you woke up, your were out like a light.

The mornings hadn’t changed, you enjoyed your time with the kids. Never taking a minute of your time in this country for granted, you enjoyed the over taking sun and a beautiful ocean view to wake up to. The fresh salty air wasn’t something that could be found anywhere else. Two days without Chris was extremely refreshing, you found yourself thinking, maybe too much.

You felt stupid. You sat outside on the dark patio by yourself, over thinking your last few days with just the stars as witnesses. Your anger at yourself lingered, dancing around the back of your mind, causing your heart to race. Unnecessary worries clouded your mind. You’ve done it, you have ruined your job. You felt a panic overtaking your sense, your body heating up. You began to tell yourself maybe you were being dramatic but it did nothing to soothe the noise that was invading your thoughts.

You acknowledged it. You hadn’t acknowledged an anxiety attack for the first time till three years ago, but you were free of any worth noticing since you had moved away, till now. You tried to calm yourself, in the back of your mind you knew to calm down, but all methods of how to escaped your cognition. You needed your brother here to wrap you up. You needed Bri here to talk your down.

Managing to look physically calm had become easy in the past. Sitting silently, staring at something till your rampaging thoughts were interrupted. Though your eyes couldn’t focus this time. Your hands couldn’t grasp the arms of the chair that was holding you close. You couldn’t process the ground beneath your feet. A body that you belonged in felt foreign against your coordination. Your chest felt as if it was shaking inside you yet your hands remained completely still, not registering demands.

“Hey siri, call The Best Brother,” a strange voice was unrecognizable as you spoke. You could faintly hear the ringing, the seemed to go on for a lifetime.

No answer.

You stood slowly from your seat, spacing out. Your mind emptying itself of all thought. Your eyes fixed on something not worth staring at.

What were you doing again?

Oh right, sleep.

The patio door closed behind you, your body shaken from the sudden noise. You examined the room in front of you. Couch, kitchen, stairs to the kids on your right, hallway to Chris’s room on the right, stairs to your room on the left. You sat down on the couch, pulling the blanket from the back over your form. A ghost stare out the windows, moonlight flooding the room around you.

Indy woke you up the next morning, her little body stretching out on top of yours, pulling the blanket to cover you both. Eyes still closed, you sandwiched her between you and the back of the sofa, trapping her in your arms. A little giggle fell from her, “The sun is out, it’s time to wake up,” she whispered.

“Stay, and cuddle. I’m tired,” you told her quietly, pulling her tighter. From what you could tell she stayed unmoving till you felt her start to play with your hair that was sprawled out across the pillow. That was all it took for you to knock back out.

It was that type of sleep where you could hear what was happening around you, but your weren’t consciously aware of it. Your ears were picking up on the noise, but your brain didn’t care about it. Muffled voices filled your sleep ridden mind.

“Papa no,” papa no? Your mind sharpened at the comprehension.

“She needs to sleep, Papa!” A little voice rung from beside you. Your hands could feel her breathing, your ears hearing footsteps trailing away.

“Are you awake now,” Indys voice asked quietly. A lazy smile grew from her motherly nature, little fingers rubbing your cheeks. Blurry eyes flickered open to see her big blues watching you closely, concerned.

“Papa!” She yelled annoyed, her volume caused a wince to pop up across your features. “You woke her up,” she whined as you sat up, putting your head in your hands. Headache? Check. Footsteps grew closer, as Indy stood to your side pulling the blanket back up trying to put it over your legs. A heavy hand placed on your shoulder, an action that usually means ‘look at me’, but you didn’t.

“Do you feel alright?” Curiosity controlled his tone, his eyes lingering through the blanket of hair that fell over your shoulder shielding your face. He crouched down, his other hand resting on your knee.

“No, Papa, she’s tired,” She answered for you, telling him straight.

“India Rose, please,” patience thinning at the tone she had used all morning.

“Im okay, Indy,” you assured her before she got in too much trouble. You stood up from your spot, throwing the blanket back. You felt his eyes stay stationed on you while your eyes wandered, thinking of a way up to your room without being awkward. You failed of course. How did you act around him before the first night he kissed you? It was as if all social skills were thrown out the window. You could hear Chris tell her to go play up stairs while he made breakfast. Your feet carried you to the patio where your eyes caught your phone resting still on the table. It was out here because you lost yourself last night. You stood staring it down as if it was a foreign object. It location a reminder of your overtaking thoughts from the night before.

The sound of the back door closing snapped your thinking away. You quickly picked it up in your hand, turning on the screen, seeing the missed notifications and returned call from your brother. What were you thinking trying to call your brother last night? What were you going to say to him?

“Hey,” he said cautiously. “I missed you,” a sheepish look covering his face. His hands tried to drag you by your waist to sit with him. Your feet stayed planted, pulling away, and shyly smiling, acknowledging his words.

“(Y/n) are you alright?” Urgency laced his tone as he searched your face for any answer.

“Yea, yea,” your eyes caught his. “I’m- I’m good.” Dammit, OK. New plan: don’t look him in the eye.

“Why was your phone out here?” He questioned further, leaning forward to touch your hand, before you brought it up nonchalantly to brush your hair back. Your avoidance doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Damn him for looking like a kicked puppy.

“I just. Just forgot it out here I guess,” holding the phone as if it was your source of comfort. Your voice lacked the conviction it needed to escape his eyesights hold on you. You backed up, walking around the table and Chris, telling him you are going to get dressed. You quickly walked through the house for your stairs.

Breakfast was quiet, India sat patiently next to you drawing a birthday card for her uncle. You spoke dryly with Chris, asking if he was doing anything today.

“India, do you want to go out with me today?” She perked up, her attention lost on her drawing.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Her little body shook on the bench, excitement filling her features. How could she not make you smile. You caught Chris’s eyes from across the table when he looked up from his phone, seeing her get excited. His heart jumps seeing you smile, seeing his oldest be so fond of you. He wasn’t blind to her being your little shadow, following your every move, following you upstairs to get your shoes. Wanting you to pick out her clothes. Wanting you to braid her hair so she could match you.

She picked out the same color nail polish at the nail salon. She wanted to try on the same lipstick at the makeup store. She had even conned you into purchasing her a miss matching yellow sun dress that she saw you wear the other day. She was the perfect distraction to draw your sorrowful attention from her overly irresistible father.

“Don’t tell papa that we got ice cream for lunch, he’ll make us eat salad for dinner,” you told her with a smirk as you were walking in the house, closing the garage behind you. All your bags were set on the counter, eyes and ears scanning the room till you spot the boys jumping in the pool. India went upstairs to find a swimsuit to join them while you watched out the windows finding Chris sat on the patio. You probably looked like a creep staring out the windows watching them. Indy broke you from your trance as she burst through the patio doors running straight to the pool. You walked out the to join them, settling for attempting to not be awkward after a nice afternoon away.

You walked out to the patio, sitting down on the chairs you have grown to love. Your face heating up when you realized he was on facetime with Liam. You had yet to actually see him, just catching Chris on the phone with him sometimes.

“(Y/n) and India are back, she made you a present this morning,” Chris said excited, India jumping out of the water to come sing happy birthday to him.

“Hey, is Miley home,” Chris said after a minute, when India jumped back in. You snapped your eyes to him panicked. If she was home, you were going to throw up. You can’t handle meeting Liam much less Miley at the same time.

“Oh my god stop,” you whisper yelled at Chris as Liam yelled for her in the phone.

“Oh come, on. They are great!” He said winking at you. If you were going to die, this was going to be how. You watched the screen from the side, wide eyed when she took the phone from Liam and greeted Chris. You sat back looking away, covering your face with your hands, burning with embarrassment as he told her he had someone he wanted her to meet. You ignored him, not ready for this. He nudged you, then resulted to come and crouch in front of you so you couldn’t look away. You peaked up, his eyes watching with amusement.

“Chris dont, I’m gonna cry,” you muttered, feeling tears well up from embarrassment and slight anxiety. Of course she heard you say that and she yelled into the phone excited, saying your name.

“Oh god she knows my name,” you cowered over again not being able to look at him, talking to yourself. He laughed loudly, asking Miley if she heard that. You shyly took the phone form his hands, trying not to smile too hard when you said ‘hi’. She was saying how she Liam has told her about you, and how good Chris said you were with the kids.

Again you embassarasingly mumbled, “Oh god Liam knows my name,” while covering you face.

Chris watched you with fond eyes, as you lost your composure that you had when you met him. “Chris I like her!” She yelled to him, laughing at how timid you were coming across.

“I do too,” He tossed back from the other side of the phone. You ignored him for the time being as she made small talk with you. She told you Chris spilled that you had been a fan and you wished you could dig a hole and not come out of it. The death glare that he earned was not effective enough because he just stood up shrugging his shoulders, coming behind the phone and leaning on the back of your chair so he could see you talk to her.

Liam eventually took the phone from her when you started talking about Jonas brothers, saying that that was enough, lighthearted jealousy flooding his voice. She quickly yelled at Chris to give you her number before Liam’s face filled the screen.

Your face hurt from smiling, and all regard you had for Chris going out the window when Liam said hi to you. If your heart could flutter out of your chest, it would have a long time ago with one brother. Two had you quickly handing it back to Chris for the sake of staying alive.

“What I get no hi back?” He asked.

“You guys are making fun of me at this point!”

“That was too much,” you laughed at Chris when he hung up the phone. He tried to argue back but you had to make yourself clear at this point.

“So you know how with Twilight people were either Team Jacob or Edward. Well I was always Team Gale rather that Team Peeta!” And when you said they were making fun of you this was it, Chris’s laughing at your attempt to explain why you were blushing so ferociously the entire call. You shamefully admit to yourself that you didn’t mind this kind of teasing.

Dinner came with and ended quickly with two upset little ones over Chris ordering them fruit as a side instead of french fries. That’s what you get when you try to get out of the house for dinner with overtired children, not making it easier at the fact you were outnumbered.

Going to bed alone was nice. You had expected Chris to be sitting on your couch when you got out of the shower but he wasn’t. You expected him to come knocking on your door but he didn’t. You didn’t expect him to leave you alone so easily but he did. You did however, have a text from a number simple asking, “What did he do?”

You quickly sent back a “Who is this?” while walking down stairs to grab a drink before you went to bed. You spotted Chris with his back to you sitting out on the patio with his phone to his ear. You quickly grabbed a water bottle and headed back upstairs before he could come in, your phone dinging in your hand again.

Miley: Its miley, L has Chris on Speaker phone in the kitchen and he sounds upset

Well that’s just fantastic. How are you supposed to respond to that? You stared at the text message, not knowing what to say, but racking your brain for something because you had your reads receipts on.

You: He hasn’t done anything wrong, what did he say?

Her typing bubble was running, but patience was lost and you quickly sent:

You: nvm i will just go talk to him

Miley: He sounds like he made you uncomfortable

Your heart dropped, he was upset with himself.

You: does liam know you are texting me rn

Miley: no

You called her, she walked away from him going outside so she could speak to you without him hearing. You didn’t exactly know how to handle this.

“He didn’t do anything wrong,” you said quickly when she answered. “I just don’t know what to do,” feeling pathetic as soon as the words left your mouth. She listened patiently. She promised she would keep her mouth shut, and you told her everything. How conflicted you were. You didn’t realize how panicked you got until she interrupted you telling you to take a breath. You stopped, sitting silently, shaking your head to yourself. You did exactly what you told yourself you wouldn’t.

“I just can’t think straight,” you voice broke after a moment of silence. “It’s not his fault it’s mine, he shouldn’t-”

“No, no. This is just as much on him,” She said sternly. You kept quiet, waiting for her to continue. “But if you don’t want this, you tell him. He won’t just drop you, you mean to much to the kids. He a simple guy, there’s not much to him. Yes means yes, no means no.”

“You’re right,” you said after a moment. A knock on your door pulled you from your focus, your heart stopping. You quickly walked away from the couch and into your room shutting the door behind you, knowing he would let himself in and walk up the stairs anyway.

“Oh my god, he’s coming, what do I do, what do I do?” You whisper screamed into the phone, feeling a strong panic set in.

“You stay calm!” She reassured you. “It’s just Chris, he’s not scary!” You heard him knock and call your name through your door.

“Just a second!” You called back to him.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cry, it’s gonna happen,” you muttered quietly into the phone, already feeling the tears prick behind your eyes.

“DO not! Do not cry! You got this” She yelled at you encouragingly through the phone. You quickly hung up the phone, saying wish me luck.

“You can come in,” he pushed open the door to see you sitting patiently on the bed ready to sleep. Your forgotten water bottle left stranded on the couch in the other room. Okay, he looks so much more put together than you.

“Can I sit?” His deep voice resonated in the air, while you rudley contemplated if that was a good idea of not. You of course nodded your head, looking down to the ended call sitting at the top of your call log on your phone screen.

“(Y/n) have I.. Are you, ok?” Uncertainty shook through his voice, and it honestly calms your nerves.

There comes a time in life where ultimatums arise. Do this or do that. You can not do both. The point of the ultimatum is to choose one or the other and forget the latter. They are presented to you by others who want to diminish your power and control your outcome. But what happens when it is yourself that is conflicted with the power and control of your own self? Does the ultimatum really exist without an outside source?

“Chris I told myself, the day you called asking to pick me up, that I was going to be here for the kids and the kids only. Not for myself, not for you,” there you go. Straight forward, bite the bullet, but don’t look at him. “I didn’t want to lead myself into an outcome that left me stranded with no source of income.”

“If this is about money I-”

“Its not,” you corrected him sternly. You continued, “I work for you, Chris.” You shook your head, ready to feel embarrassed for how this is going to sound out loud. “I worry about being with you, and working for you,” you said quickly, adding as much conviction as possible. You were met with silence. While you still had courage you lifted your head to meet his eyes. You were not expecting him to be damn near obnoxious with an incredulous look plastered on his stupidly handsome face.

“So are you worried about that, or are you worried about what other people with think of that?”

“What is the difference!?” You could not believe light hearted he was about this when you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest all day long.

“Well lets see,” he started pulling his fingers up to prove a point. Your eyes rolled at his dramatics while he continued, “One is you being worried for no reason because nothing has to change. Two is you being worried when it’s nobody's business.” Frustration pulled through your features, not being able to bare sitting across from him with the overwhelming presence of mocking that is surging through his words.

“Chris! That’s not what I’m getting at,” the control in your voice is dramatically declining. And apparently so was his.

“Then what are you getting at here? Nobody knows that except for my family and yours,” you stared at him, mostly likely displaying all your thought across your expression. “Well except for Bri, oh and Gen,” he added. “And, well that we know of.”

“Oh my god,” your hands finding your temples. Eyes closing, wanting to just sleep this conversation away already.

“(Y/n),” pulled himself closer to you on the bed, settling his hand on your leg.

“What Chris,” you snapped annoyed, opening your eyes, looking bored of him not taking you seriously.

“(Y/n), I love you. That’s not going to change. You can’t get rid of me that fast.”

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the-static-and-i · 5 years

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Boxed bird

//So Kit's been writing the most beautiful wing whump over on @thewhumpbuffet , and I'm such a slut for that shit, so here I am hopping on her bandwagon like a asshole. I was gonna pretend that I'm not whumping Sam, but like. Let's be real, my other ocs are all too sweet to ever be whumped. Right? :)

Tw: blurring awake and asleep, claustrophobia, exhaustion, trauma, nightmares, abuse, physical and mental abuse implied/mentioned. Let me know if I missed any <3

Sam was so fucking tired.

She hadnt gone flying in weeks, so her wings were aching and a bone-deep restlessness had settled after the third day. But here she was, sitting in a too-small car, driving through a dark and empty desert instead of flying, because Hailey and Jackie were worried about her safety or whatever.

Apparently their last big fight with Emily had led to Jackie being revealed, and Hailey had been attacked at their apartment out of uniform, so Sam getting revealed was only a waiting game at this point.

She understood their concerns, truly, she did, but the stars twinkled so brightly from either side of the car, and the crescent moon smiled so warmly at her, begging her to join in a dance.

"Just one, Sam. A few minutes, that's all I ask," she seemed to say, and Sam glanced down at the GPS.

She was supposed to be at the rendezvous point by midnight, and her current ETA was 11:32.

Fuck it.

She pulled over to the side of the highway, making sure to pull fully off of the shoulder and lock the car before she looked around to make sure no other cars were coming. Why would they be?

She was in Bumfuck, Nebraska, the most forgotten state in the middle of nowhere, impossibly far from any tourist destinations or hotels or gas stations or literally anything other than snakes and dirt.

Satisfied with her mental vent/roast, she unfurled her wings slowly, letting the bones adjust to the movement again, her joints creaking and aching, the way her knees did after sitting cross-legged for too long.

Once they had reached their full 13-foot span, Sam beat them once and ended up several feet in the air. They held fine, not hurting even with the sudden weight, so she continued upwards, not looking down as she started forward, catching a small breeze and soaring towards the moon, her grin matching the pale goddess'.

The ground was a dark blur far beneath Sam's body; the sky was a warm blanket that simultaneously cooled the feverish skin beneath her feathers. In short: she felt safe and comfortable and rested, for the first time in close to a month.

Distantly, she saw lights along the ground, bright blue-tinted lights that didnt register until long after they turned off.

Sam didnt remember seeing the red of taillights, so she assumed the blue lights had been stars she had seen while disoriented. That thought scared her a little, leading her to bow out of her moon dance, the moonlight seeming to brighten enough to illuminate her way back to the car in thanks.

She landed on the asphalt with a soft grunt, her knees still accustomed to being weightless and soft. She stretched out her joints, both in her regular body and wings, before turning to the car.

The handle gave way easily, and confusion flitted through her, before strong arms wrapped around her throat and her waist, the elbows of which were digging into the covets of her wings at angles that had her whimpering.

Sam clawed at the arms, yanking desperately at fingers and muscle, trying to fly and kick and elbow and duck her way out of the grip.

Her vision dimmed further with every failed attempt, her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath, but there was none to be had. Soon her vision fully blanked, her mind went silent, and her body went limp.

She came to on an uncomfortable cot, her eyes snapping open to find cement walls surrounding her. The cot was too small for her whole 5'4" body, and there was almost no space between the cot and the wall opposite. Sam's relatively small body couldnt fucking fit in the tiny gap, and she had similar luck at either end of the bed. She could technically stand by the door, but her head brushed against the ceiling.

She was struggling desperately to not panic, to keep calm and breathe, but she couldnt hide how high she jumped as the door clanged.

A small window opened near the top, revealing Emily's falsely bright smile. "Hey there Sammy! Sleep well?"

"Wh-" Sam broke off in a cough, quickly remembering she had been fucking choked out, so her throat was undoubtedly bruised and dry.

Emily waited patiently for her to recover, her smile slipping down to a sadistic smirk that remained after Sam looked back up with teary eyes.

"Where am i..?"

"Oh, silly me! You're back in New York, in my basement. You like your room? It was special made just for you," Emily smiled like she knew something she shouldnt, and Sam tried not to confirm that.

Still, she couldnt help but stand up and approach the door, not as intimidating when she was curled over, wingless, and teary. She rested her palms on the metal on either side of the window, leaning forward until her forehead was against the top of the opening.

"Emily, this isnt going to go the way you think it will.."

"Oh, I know full well you had a tracker on you, that was supposed to be in some location by midnight three days ago. It started beeping not long after-"

"Wait, three days? What? How-"

"Its rude to interrupt people, Sammy. Did your parents not teach you manners?" Emily was frowning, an exaggerated frown that still had Sam's heart freezing.

"Sorry, continue..?"

"Good girl! Where was I? Three days ago, started beeping, oh right! We removed it, disabled the bluetooth temporarily so you cant be tracked, and now we're working on reversing the signal so we can track Jackie and Hailey. But it would be so much easier if you just told us where they are."

"No." There was no hesitation after Sam gathered the information dump Emily gave her. She wasnt giving up her new family, her new parents. Not a chance in hell.

Emily's face fell into a disappointed scowl, before she shrugged. "We'll see how you feel in a few days. Sweet dreams~" the window shut in Sam's face, the girl recoiling so it didnt hit her nose.

She habitually stood back, her head hitting the roof as she straightened. She fell back onto the cot, her hand pressing against the spot that had been hit gently.

She had assumed Emily had been exaggerating about being in here a few days. She had hoped it had been, but the shadows had closed in forever ago, and she couldn't keep track of days. The room, if it could be called that, was cold and quiet and small, and she couldnt stop remembering her time in the basement. Her nightmares blended into her memories, until she coulsnt tell if she was awake and remembering Letty locking her in a cage similar to this, or she was asleep and dreaming of Kason kicking at the bars. There were sounds from outside the box, helping sell the disorienting illusions.

She knew she was curled up, the ground was so cold, she wanted to beg mom for a blanket, but she knew that speaking would mean another day in this fucking box, and her wings were aching again.

That same restlessness from before had come back tenfold, until Sam couldnt stop twitching, whether awake or asleep.

She was so fucking tired.

#//i wrote a thing on the car ride back home #//and it kept me from going crazy!#Sam #Emily #Jackieboy man #Hailey #Dragonfly #Letty #Kason #Sam writes #tw// trauma #tw// abuse #tw// claustrophobia #tw// exhaustion #tw// nightmares #whump #wing whump

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limpblotter · 6 years

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Bury Me In Stardust

Summary: @midnigtartist and I and probably the rest of the fandom are hurting sooo take this y’all

Life is such a delicate dance. A pace set in motion by the smallest things, a simple turn could mean the beginning of a new piece or the end of the song all together. That was the absolute beauty of life; the simplicity that nothing was certain and that nothing should ever be taken for granted. Because love was a dance without reason, it could go for as long or as short and it was left to the odds to decide what happened next.

What a beautiful, wonderful, careless, hideously painful thing life was. For the sheer moment the music stopped, the dancing halted, then life would end. And in it's place was the searing complacently woeful silenced called … Death.

It was a slow consumer, Death relished in the soft ease taking over. Like watching a solar eclipse there was no stopping this massive shadow as it crept over Mollymauk’s barely conscious body. He could see the backlight of the sky above against the outline of his undertaker. His executioner, looking down at him like an umbrella as the snow flurries whirled past him.

Stars mirrored life effortlessly. At least to Molly’s knowledge they did. Stars began life in an explosion, a grand entrance into the cosmos and he like to think he did. In his own way, he made his entrance, a star thousands of light years away from anything else like him. One small light, breaking into the dark lonesome world around him.

With every passing moment he met others like him, for brief moments he was caught into their spin before rocketing away to the next beckon of interest. When life offered so many colors, so many variations of beauty, all bright and full of whimsy, how could he attach himself to only one? Light was fleeting, and Molly was chasing it with the fever of a shooting star whose days aglow were numbered.

Then came the change. The moment the universe forced him to be...stagnant. He found himself caught in the pull, in the orbits of new faces. All of which were radically and fantastically different from each other and more so his. Each a color vibrant and unique, a spectrum of people that were like him but so much more.

He remembered these days with an eternal fondness in his chest. He thought after his first year of, life his eyes would simply stop lingering on the romanticized wonder of all things “new” but here he was. Relishing in this new tapestry of a sky. No longer a sole star racing past other points of light. He was part of something, a constellation, part of a larger picture, a more important harmony.

“Ah bloody hell…” he groaned softly, his hands instinctively going to his finishing wound but felt nothing. No pain, no dampness of fresh blood. He looked down and saw his normal clothes, untattered and cleanly pressed against his skin like a fresh wash. Slowly, the lavender tiefling sat up and slowly examined himself over and over again. What happened?

Immediately the last memory of being stabbed while laying on the cold ground, the sinking pain in his gut before everything dulled. He flinched, his eyes casted down as he saw...what looked like himself. But the differences were so striking Molly almost didn’t recognize him.

His spectral eyes scanned his mortal body over, the wounds, the thick, blotches of crimson that stained his open blouse. His face frozen in his last moments, lips slightly parted, eyes wide and open, staring off into nothing. “God I look terrible” Molly forced a chuckle out of him. The sound was meant to be light and careless but broke through his lips more like a pained gasp.

This was truly it, the end of the line. Molly sat down on the ground beside his forgotten mortal body, staring at the flurries that had collected around him. He smiled briefly remembering the magic of seeing snow. Now through the gaze of his afterlife, the snow seemed to do nothing to move him. There was no magic, no chill of excitement, the luster that he had ingrained in himself had also died the moment he did.

Trapped in what felt like a forever in his mind, soft mumbling broke his trance. He looked over and saw by this time a pair of ratty, bandaged Goblin hands were combing through his hair. They fumbled turning soft curls into messily knotted braids, with a few wild flowers and tall weeds between a few strands. “Nott…” Molly felt the corners of his mouth turn up a bit. “What in gods name are you doing?”

Of course she doesn’t hear him. She works with what looks like the nimble, practiced hands of someone who uses them often but the inexperience of doing delicate deeds such as this. Molly watches on in silence before shaking his head a bit and simply sighs. “If I had known I’d get this treatment perhaps I would have died weeks ago…” Perhaps ...perhaps he began to think, he should have.

“Nott, we...uh...we’re moving out soon so…” the voice of a grating human woman was replaced with a softness as though she was speaking to someone who was resting rather than deceased. “What...are you doing?”

Molly looked up at Beau with a smirk, “please stop her, she’s turning my head into a flowerbed.” He teased and naturally received no answer. His smile dropped a little as it began to sank in. He was on the other side of life now, watching with absolute, alien envy of them all.

“I was just thinking...if Jester were her she’d probably want to make him look pretty or something...and if-if Yasha was here she might have brought him flowers...They’re not here to say goodbye...but they should be here.” Nott mumbled a little, as the realization their once large group was nothing more than three, beaten, downtrodden wanderers.

Beau’s face twitched, her eyes began to blink repeatedly as she batted back tears. “Ah...fuck…” she pressed the heel of her palm against her eye roughly, pressing down like a dam against the small streams that gathered. “If...Fjord was here he’d have some good words to say…” They went silent, if their party was fully here perhaps...perhaps one of them wouldn’t be dead.

“You know...you could say something, you have been practicing and all…”

Molly shook his head, “Oh gods no, I’m already dead don’t kill me any further.”

Her face shook a bit, “what’s there to say? I was right there...and I couldn’t do...I should have…” She paused a minute, “we lost a lot before we started this journey, things we could get back or replace in time and hard work...this...Molly, is not one of them.”

Shit...Mollymauk slowly lowered his head to his still, deceased form. That was the nicest thing that trash human ever said to him, he mused to himself.

“—should we bury him?”

“Oh god please don’t my fucking robe—“

“Nah...get dirt on his fancy digs? Molly would die in the afterlife too” Beau responded to Nott much to Mollymauk’s relief. “Let’s uh...lets wrap him up, lets...do him right.”

Beau slowly without looking him in the eye, picked Molly up and began to walk. They didn’t get far into the thicket, but found a rather lovely tree with flowers growing a long the roots. While she worked in wrapping him up in a rather gaudy tapestry of gold and silver, Nott spent a few seconds with her dagger, carving the letters, M.T, into the trunk.

“...See ya around...you fucking…” her voice broke clearly, Molly watched a pained smile across her face as Beau’s eyes welled with tears. Even though he knew she couldn’t, he felt her looking at him, at his eyes as she muttered. “You asshole…”

“Right back at you...wonderfully terrible trash woman.” He held up a hand, as Nott and Beau lingered for only a moment before turning and walking away. He watched them with a longing to follow but knew...knew that whatever was coming for him would come.

He leaned up against the tree beside the carefully wrapped, humanoid figure that was now him. “Now that I’m forced to look at this forever, that is a god awful design”

Molly closed his eyes, waiting for something to bring him to where he was suppose to be. He couldn’t stay in this in between watching life around him for eternity. That would have been a hell...or perhaps this was it and he was repaying for something he had done. Had he done anything worth repenting? He mulled over his moral choices.

Nothing he deemed...totally deplorable.

The soft crunch of feet apparching forced him awake. He immediately went to grab his weapon and realized...he had none. He shook his head, it was going to take a while to get out of the habit of being...well...alive. He looked at the figure approaching, eyes tensed, hands nervously rubbing over each other, “Caleb—“

“Molly…” He seemed to almost react as though he heard him, Molly allowed himself a small bit of hope perhaps the strange, uniquely wonderful wizard could. Most likely not, but still. Slowly the red haired human man, walked around to the other side of Molly’s wrapped corpse and gingerly began to unwrap just his face.

Eyes still blazed open and wide.

“Hasn’t anyone told you, staring is rude…” Mollymauk kept his own gaze away. He didnt have the stomach to star at himself much longer.

“I was not prepared to lose you today…” Caleb muttered…”You should know I was prepared to leave...ya...that night before when I was on watch alone...I really thought about leaving...Because I had no place here, with them, with you.” He motioned with his hand, “I am not strong enough to do anything but hid, my whole purpose has nothing to do with any of you but...I couldn’t do it.” Caleb slowly brought his knees to his chest.

“Oh Caleb, enough of that now it's…” He reached with his phantom hand and phased right through Caleb’s cheek. Molly froze in mystified horror.

Caleb roughly rubbed his face, pulling at the growing roots of his facial hair. “But how could I leave all of you...Beau, Nott...you...I don't belong here, especially with you, a fucking rainbow...ja but I guess I have trouble letting go…”

Molly turned his head and watched as Caleb began to rummage through his pockets, muttering frantically under his breath. He watched with somber interest as gently Caleb moved his hands over Molly’s opened eyes and closed them once more. He placed two dull copper pieces over each eye. “We’ll talk about this later…” Caleb cracked a smile, a small lopsided grin before leaning in. His lips softly pressed against the cold flesh of Mollymauk’s chilled lavender forehead. “Mr. Mollymauk.”

A delicate, almost thin layer of magical essence coated Molly as Caleb gingerly wrapped him up again. Molly felt the warmth of the magic over his skin and broke into a small cry. “Later then...Mr. Caleb” He smirked, head resting on the tree.

For all the while, he chased life, knowing that he was hurling towards death. A pull he knew, whether he liked it or not he was on borrowed time, a borrowed body...a borrowed life and soon it would be time. He thought he had grown to accept it, like stars once blinking balls of light and fury also came to their inevitable ends. Their light still stained the skies for many years to come.

Mollymauk had seen his life such as that, a star. Who once blown out, his life and light would remain for a few more years after him.

But he was not at peace with this. He wasn’t chasing life and waiting for death. He had been running from death. Desperate to prove he deserved to be alive because he lived so extreme in every moment. His downfall no doubt. He deserved this body, this life, this chance...he deserved more than nothing.

Molly curled into himself, pressing his head to the top of his knees as tearless sobs broke through his rib cage. He didnt want this. He refused, he wanted to live, he wanted more moments in the sun. More cold nights around a fire, he wanted the pains of fight and the ecstasy of love of someone he loved in return.

“I suppose we’ll have to try again, Molly” A woman’s melodic voice whispered to him. Molly turned his head a bit and stared at the faint, pale glow of a beautiful elven woman who was a few feet away from him. He...knew this aura...he had felt her before in his darkest hours. “Come...lets ...find you a way out before he does.”

Molly slowly rose to his feet, he took one glance back at his body and then at the elf woman.

His soul departed, unsure to where or what. But he followed the woman to whatever she had planned for him.

Slow did a star form beside the full moon that night.

As the moonweaver walked her son to his new, great beginning.

#critical role season 2 #crs2 #crs2 spoilers #mollymauk #mollymauk tealeaf #the mighty nein #spoilers #vruofbrjbrkvbejvbrkbv #angst

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lolabean1998 · 6 years

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Avengers Fanfic - 3rd Super Soldier (Part 4)

That night the whole team gathered for a team meeting and to get to know you. It was nice seeing everyone together, laughing and joking together. It made you think of a loving family, Steve and Bucky cooked up an old recipe from there childhood whilst everyone asked you questions and told stories, you were having too much fun to notice that Steve and Bucky already knew the answers to the questions you were asked. You tried your best to answer every question but there was only so much you could remember about yourself, your memories were spotty and blurred so you found it difficult to talk about your past or explain how you knew things about yourself like your favourite food or colour.

"Ok guy's settle down. Let the poor kid eat in peace, she's supposed to be resting. Doctors orders." Banner called as every one settled around the dinner table. The food was amazing, it was nothing fancy but never the less was incredible, the flavours dancing around in your mouth mixed with the happy family environment gave you an odd feeling of home. It had awoken something deep down inside that you didn't even realise was there, the sense of safety. At this moment, surrounded by new friends, great food and laughter, you felt untouchable, safe, snug... Home.

"What are you grinning at, Cheshire cat?" A young boy called Peter asked, chuckling at the huge grin plastering your face.

"I may be the Cheshire cat but you, my friend, are the caterpillar." You quipped cheerfully, you didn't have an answer to that question yet.

"Oooh, looks like you've got some competition there Sam, looks like Miss Y/N is giving you a run for your money." Peter teased as he helped clear the table.

"Miss Y/N? Jeez you make me sound old, call me Y/N/N!" You smiled making your way over to the sofa with everyone, ready for the movie. You didn't notice Bucky and Steve flinch at the nickname you had given, you had no idea that it was them that had given you the nickname almost a century ago. You found a spot on a sofa a little way from everyone else, all though you'd had a great meal and a laugh with every one you still felt the need to distance yourself a bit from the whole group. They were just so close knit, you didn't want intrude.

"That's not happening!" Bucky stated, picking you up from behind and carrying you over to the sofa right in the middle of the group.

"Bucky,what are you doing? Put me down, rabbit teeth!" You cried, feeling very confused about the reason behind his behaviour, not realising that you had used the nickname you had given him when you were little. Bucky placed you in a spot beside Steve, taking his spot on the other side.

"I grew into my rabbit teeth thank you very much!" Bucky snorted, giving you a cheeky grin to show he was only playing.

"Yeah but it took a good couple of years didnt Buck." Steve blurted through giggles. You sat awkwardly between the two, the feeling that you had missed the obvious washing over you in waves. Bucky noticed you stiff posture and pulled you towards him a little, rubbing your arm to reassure you.

"Will you clowns shut it so we can start the movie!" Tony called throwing a handful of popcorn your way.

"Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, here i am, stuck in the middle with you." You sang just loud enough for Bucky and Steve to hear, pulling a very surprised glance from the pair of them. "What? I know stuff!" You claimed defensively. You spent the night watching Star Wars with the rest of the team, throwing popcorn to Peter whenever he came out with random facts about the movie. At some point during the night Bucky's arm had wrapped around your shoulders pulling you closer and you had snuggled comfortably into his side. The pair of you remained in that position for the entire night, too absorbed in the movie and eachothers warmth to notice the silent bets being made beneath your noses. When the movie marathon was finally over, the team dispersed disappearing to their rooms for some much needed sleep. Steve and Bucky walked you to your new room making sure you were ok before heading to their own rooms. It was plain and simple but Tony had still managed to kit it out with some great technology you didn't understand, the walls were bright and cheerful, the bed was soft and comfy, dressed in your favourite colour. There was a small desk tucked in the corner by the glass wall overlooking achres of green behind a gorgeous outdoor swimming pool. You scanned the room, looking for any other possible entry points besides the door, checking the onsuite bathroom pulling down the shower curtain as you went. Every one knows knows that's the first place a murderer would hide, Duh. Once you were certain the room was safe, you threw on the pair of pale blue pyjamas the were neatly folded on your bed and snuggled into bed, Closing your heavy eyes and swiftly drifting off to sleep. You hadn't been asleep long when the nightmares began again. Flashes of long needles pushing into your veins and different doctors and scientists all wearing that same cruel, blood chilling grin, rapidly became clearer and clearer until it felt as though she was there relieving the torture. The sound of your own screaming freed you from the haunting horrors of your past. Your once fluffy pyjamas now clung to your sweat soaked skin, the duvet had been launched across the room and was now covering the desk and there were several fist shaped dents in the concrete wall above your bed. You lay there for a moment catching your breath and gathering some form of composure before deiciding to take a cold shower, throw on a pair of jogging bottums and a sports bra and head to the training room.

You walked silently down the corridor opting to take the stairs instead of risking waking anyone with the unnecessarily loud ping of the elevator. The training room was dark and empty, with only the equiptment to keep you company. A punch bag in the corner of the gym caught your eye and you knew it was the perfect distraction from the night mares. You wandered cautiously over, keeping the lights off so you wouldn't draw attention if someone was to walk past. After scooting carefully past the rest of the equiptment you reached the large punch bag, although it looked brand new it already had several odd patches over it from being beaten by super humans with metal arms you figured. Taking a deep calming breath you took your position before dealing the bag a powerful blow to the centre, quickly followed by a procession of fierce hits and kicks. Allowing you body to take control and putting full force into every punch and kick, the memories of your H.Y.D.R.A training flooding back with each move you used. The memory of your first training session hitting you with full force, the yelling from the perverted commander ringing loud and clear in your ears, the teeth shattering jolt of electricity from the tazer stick they used running through your body like it did every time they used it. Muscle memory is a gift to most people but those few, it is the greatest curse of all. The memory of the high voltage tazer they used, had you dropping to the floor and foaming at the mouth reflecting the fits that foul weapon would induce. The fear of being tazed again had you up and fighting again the minute you regained control of your body, each time you rose your hits would be harder and more precise, splitting each bag you used. You didn't know how long you had been there, reliving the same memory over and over again unable to escape but judging by the thick layer of sweat on your skin and the foam by your mouth it had been a good couple of hours. You lay fitting and foaming at the mouth when Bucky arrived, he too had been suffering from nightmares. It wasn't until he turned the gym lights on that he saw you shaking on the floor, foam oozing out your mouth and every muscle in your body twitching and tensing making the veins in your face and neck pop with rage. He instinctively rushed over to wake you from your trance. By the time he reached you, you were already up on your feet and back to attacking the punch bag in front of you, handing it a powerful upper cut and splitting yet another bag. He could hear you muttering words of instruction to yourself as you changed the bag, but they were odd, you weren't talking to yourself you were repeating the demands of some one else.

"Y/N, Y/N, it's not real you can stop. Come home Y/N!" Bucky soothed carefully edging closer to you, his movements slow so he wouldn't startle you. He knew startling you would cause even more trouble. But just as he got within a couple of feet, the instructions changed, you were reliving another memory, triggered by his approach. Before he knew what was happening you had spun round to face him and were throwing punchs and kicks left, right and centre. Without meaning to Bucky had started a battle he desperately didn't want to fight, but you were relentless the instructions being bellowed at you were slipping off your lips like a mantra. "Come on doll, i need you to wake up! This isn't real!" Bucky called but you were too far gone, he was out of options. He skillfully brought the fight to the mats, where you couldn't as much damage, the whole time using defensive moves so he didn't harm you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y I'm going to need some help down here." he called helplessly.

"I have notified the Team, they are on their way!" F.R.I.D.A.Y replied almost immediately.

"Come on Y/N stop this please. You're home doll, you're home!" Bucky continued trying to get through to you, trying to pull you from the horrors that had engulfed you. Within seconds, the team arrived, bursting through the door. Banner's face immediately crumpled into an angry glare when he saw, Y/N fighting Bucky. "Come on doll, i really need you to stop now. If you don't Banner's gunna kill me." Bucky pleaded, dodging several different moves from a multitude of different martial arts. Sam and Peter went to help Bucky but were hurriedly pulled back by Steve and Banner.

"If we go in now we're only going to freak her out more, we need to think about this instead of going in guns blazing." Steve commanded, looking back up to see you rapidly becoming more and more aggressive, Bucky had no choice, he was going to have to fight. "You're going to have to fight back, it's the only way you get out of this Bucky." Your fist faultered at the mention of Bucky's name, somewhere deep inside you heard. Seeing this gave Steve an idea. "Ok here's the plan." Steve spun round to face the team, "Parker, i need you and Clint on those beams, on my mark, fire to disable only and avoid any tazers. Vision you and Wanda jumpin once the rest of use have her held down, i need you to step in if we can't get through to her. the rest of you surround the mats and make sure you go unnoticed. Let's go." The team split up, taking their designated posts,waiting for the signal. Bucky continued talking to you and trying to reach you, he couldn't help thinking he could have prevented all of this if he had just stayed with you. Once Bucky had guided you to the centre of the room Steve gave to signal, Parker and clint immediately fired, covering you in webs and nets. As soon as you were down the rest of the group launched into action, pinning you down so Banner could give you a sedative. The second the needle touched your skin you let out a petrified scream, the fear in your voice sent Bucky flying to the rescue tearing the needle from Banners hand before it could pierce the skin.

"We do this the hard way with out needles or people snooping around in her head." Bucky insisted, the sound of your terrified screams and the raw determination in your struggle for freedom was too much to handle. "Hey Y/N/N, i need you to come home now. Its Bucky and Steve, we're here to take you home." Bucky soothed, his flesh arm softly stroking your wet hair.

"Leave him alone. Leave him alone." You mumbled, repeating the words over and over but this was different from what you had been saying before hand, this was from a much earlier memory.

"The bullies are gone now Y/N/N, you can go home now. They've gone there's no need to fight any more sweetie. Let Bucky take you home." Nat insisted softly, She had caught onto the memory that was now flashing through your mind. You were back home, squaring up to group of boys bigger and older than you, standing up for a kid you'd never met. She gave Bucky a gentle nudge with her foot, signalling for him to countinue, your screaming had subsided entirely now and your mumbles were getting quieter with every verse.

"It's time to come home doll. You were great, but its time to go home." Bucky whispered, your head now rested on his lap, the finger tips of his flesh hand tracing patterns up and down your arm.

"Come on Y/N/N, you're going to make Rabbit Teeth late for dinner." Steve added, keeping his voice warm and soft. You were almost home, almost back to reality but something dark still had a firm grasp on you setting in another wave of terror. Your panicking limbs fought against the webs and bodies hold them down.

"I WANNA GO HOME! LET ME GO! LET ME GOOOO!" You shrieked, the force of your voice tearing at your vocal cords as you kicked and screamed for your freedom.

"Pull her out!" Steve commanded, giving Vision and Wanda permission to dive into her mind. The pair linked hands before searching through the hellish maze of you mind for you. They found you trapped in a strange glass box covered in ice, screaming to be let out, Wanda didn't hesitate to shatter the glass box and grab a firm hold of your wrist, nodding to Vision to pull them out when she was ready. Your body froze as you zoomed through your mind past the doors to your nightmares and the reaching arms desperately trying to pull you into a torture chamber from your past, landing back into reality with a wheezing gasp and a thud.

"Y/N! Are you ok? How are you feeling? What hurts?" Bucky rushed, the second your eyes opened.

"My eye's." You groaned, staring up at Bucky's worried face. "My eye's hurt!" Bucky looked at you in confusion, he thought you're hands or head would be the first thing to come to mind. "But the pain will go once i stop looking at your ugly mug." You teased giving him a cheeky but painful grin. "What the fuck are you guys doing and why do i feel like I've been hit by 14 buses?" You questioned feeling exceptionally confused as to why everyone was sat around staring at you in the training room in the middle of the night. The team released your limbs, allowing you to sit up and give Bucky a peck on the cheek for being a good sport.

"Y/N what exactly do you remember?" Tony asked in his signature tone pulling a very confused look from you tired and sweaty face.

"Um, going to bed!" You stated matter of factly, feeling more confused by the second.

"So you don't remember anything at all about the last few hours?" Tony asked with concern, you didn't find this amusing any more, you're body hurt all over, you were drenched in sweat and Bucky had several bruises dotted across his face and arm. You sat there in silence for a moment, taking stock of your injuries; broken hand, bruised elbows, legs and feet, bloody knuckles, bruise to the back of your head and what felt like dried foam on the edge of your mouth. What the hell have you been up to girl? It was almost like Bucky had read your mind because just as you opened your mouth to speak he cut you off.

"You had a really bad night terror and took it out on a few punch bags until i stopped you and focused your attention on me." He explained carefully, making sure he didn't trigger any more nasty memories.

"Let's get you cleaned up!" Nat suggested when you struggled to remember what happened, she thought it was best to keep your mind off the the last couple of hours. You nodded in agreement before clambering to your feet.

"Good idea you stink!" Bucky teased covering his nose as he helped you up, your legs were sore and it hurt to stand, you tried to walk but stumbled over after the first two steps, the strength in your legs had been completely drained away and even your super human healing was struggling. Vision quickly swept you up in his arms before you could fall again whilst Bucky waited with Steve an Tony, watching as everyone went back to bed leaving the three of them alone together.

"Why has this only just happened now? Why not when she was healing? What changed?" Tony pondered, the vision of you screaming in fear on the floor still front and centre in his mind.

"We left her to sleep on her own. When she was recovering people were checking in on her all the time, this is the first time she's been alone." Steve pointed out after a moments thought.

"But what about during the night? Who was with her then?" Tony questioned, desperately trying to get to the bottum of your nightmares.

"I was, she was in my room. When ever she started talking or moving in her sleep, I'd tell her she was ok and hold her hand. She was so easily brought back i didn't think this would happen!" Bucky explained, guilt weighing heavy in his voice.

"This wasn't your fault Buck, you couldn't have known this was going to happen. None of us did." Steve reassured as the three men headed back to their rooms. Just as they were making their way down the corridor leading to their rooms they were met by Banner and Wanda.

"We need to talk!" Banner declared seriously, his face was twisted into a worried and sad expression.

"I'll leave you guys to it. I need to see if Y/N's ok." Bucky admitted before heading down to your room at the other end of the corridor. The group waited for him to be out of ear shot before continuing.

"What i saw in her mind, was horrifying. The traumas she's been through are taking over the memories of her past, the memories with you." Wanda reported with a heavy heart, the horrors she saw in your mind were enough to make her head explode.

"There's something else as well." Banner added, placing a comforting hand on Wanda's shoulder, he knew what she had to say next was going to shake the team to the core.

"She escaped with a USB full of all their mission plans, she hid it somewhere but the only way to find it is to make her remember." Wanda explained, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she spoke. She could feel all the pain you had felt, see all the memories you had blocked out and it was crushing her.

"And if she remembers the chances of her surviving are slim." Banner finished, he knew that reliving the horrors of your past would destroy you.

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myrcenegirl · 3 years

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eventful night.... very long

so last night was really a cute time great music great people finally got some damn ecstasy didnt drink more than i wanted got some cute stuff and me some cool people. so get there im in my little pink star shirt and people were saying i looked really cute in it so that made me comfortable. the guy who sells ecstasy like ran out immediately for some reason and i got his last one he was like yeah i sell for 40 but i can give it to you for 35 since its my last one im like no fucking thank you ive never in my life bought a bill for more than 25 are you crazy? hes like well theyre quad stacked (havent heard that term in years lol) so really youre getting something strong and im like nooo hes like well since youre cool and i know you i can do 30 so im like fine im desperate also i havent had a pressed pill in forever so i kinda wanted it lol, an orange tesla looks fucking fattt. so got my goods yay the vinyl stage had good music all damn night some dnb but mostly hhc. turned to some girl at the stage and mistook her for my friend but she was like this cute little kandi kid and friendly and so she said i looked really cute and she was like omg i have something that matches you perfectly here and gave me this super cute necklace with a mlp pearler on it i felt bad i didnt have something to trade but she was like no no it matches you need to have it! then i learned shes a dj from la playing later i felt bad i didnt realize lol and shes been on twitch so im really surprised i never came across her that circle is really small so ill be finding her later. then omg while dancing at the stage someone is like hey are you ___ and im like omg!!! it was this friend ive known for over 10 years at this point known her since he was like 13 i think lol and the other weekend when i reconnected with my other old friend she was like oh yeah remember __ well she goes by ___ shes trans. so i see her shes like a foot and a half taller like 6 ft something lol shes rolling balls tells me she just randomly came because her friend suggested cause she doesnt ever go to stuff like that anymore at all. so we danced together all night had some talks some good some bad i guess the family isnt doing so well these days. shes so nice to me and is like i want you to know that back then when we were young i always thought you were such a genuine caring person and you were probably the best influence on me during that time in life and i really love you blah blah making me feel good and shes like you seem to be more confident and outgoing too which is nice to see since you were so quiet and im like yep im finally a happy person and less quiet lol. meet her friends very cute queer hunties. talk to some of the djs after their sets who i recognized from twitch one guy from nyc and another from la i think. so had a nice little chat with them about their scene and if stuff is starting again in their area they gave me some stickers and a super cute magnet omg. passed by this couple and theyre like oh wait i have something for you im like oh me what?? the girl is like i saw you wearing that big pikachu plushie necklace and told my bf that you should have this pikachu pearler keychain we have so here they give me that again nothing to trade omg but it was their first rave actually so i was like well come back and ill have something for you next time! very sweet of them. omg had the scariest thing fucking happen so my car lately sounds like it starting a little tiny tiny bit delayed which usually means the battery is dying and ofc my ass isnt addressing that and going to check it then goes off into the desert hoping everything will be okay.... i went to my car in the dark im pushing my remote to find my car and get some water the remote isnt making the lights flash i know i have to be near my car im freaking out finally find my car it wont respond and have to get in with the key try to turn my car on and it doesnt fucking start try again nothing. while im sitting in my car just trying to get water now the lights suddenly turn on and i try to start again and it starts fine no problem but my battery definitely died or something idk cause everything in my car was reset so crisis averted!! hangout and dance leave around 430 a little late i honestly couldve stayed longer but i knew i should go home i leave and oh no someone is stuck in some soft loose sand. i drive around to try and get my car off the path to stop and help. right after i pass my car gets stuck i luckily luckily was able to wiggle myself out and onto hard ground that was fucking scary though and like right after some other guy got stuck. i get out im the first person that found him try asking if hes tried xyz or if he has stuff in the car to put under the tires nope nothing is working this guy has a nice ass car but bro its so fucking low like why would you take that out to the desert like the roads are usually pretty decent but even in my car just a regular sedan i get worried of that exact thing and this guys car was even lower another person passes its some like survivalist bro coming down off drugs who knows exactly what we need to do and apparently nothing we are trying is the right thing.... our savior truly.... more people pass my friends group comes by and so now theres like 6 people (not myself im not pushing a damn car?!) to try and push it now its not working its completely bottomed out which sucks and idk if he fucked something up with his car or what but his tires werent even spinning in the end??? idk if he was in neutral while they were pushing or if he fucked up his car somehow to break something idk how cars work! nothing is working the wilderness bro offers to take him back to the rave for help cause usually the people throwing the party will have gear for stuff like that so they go and i leave finally spent like 40 min doing that finally on the road again at like 515 maybe. while driving omg i can hear so much dirt and rocks like falling from my cars undercarriage so i hope nothing on my car got messed up. got home finally showered and slept!

#i wouldnt mind if tonight was a little more calm lol #my friend said she was actually going tonight too so ill see her again and shell get to see my best friend who she knew from childhood too

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