#i want warm food but even when i can eat again all i can eat is pudding and jello đđ
Lmao the mental image of Simon being high and obsessed with Gaz is too goodđIâd love to see where you take it!
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Itâs the sun that wakes Simon up. At first, he thinks he forgot to close the curtain, but the light is coming from the wrong direction. He remembers the familiar walk to Soap and Roachâs place after the party, he must have slept over. Then he realizes that the pillow heâs on doesnât smell like hair gel, the dirt of the rugby field, or lab disinfectant. The body sprawled out over his also isnât snoring fit to wake the dead, so itâs neither of his team mates.
When he remembers whoâs bed heâs in, his eyes fly open and he stops breathing. Kyleâs face is right there, the gentle puffs of his breath ghosting over Simonâs collarbones. The memories from the night cycle back. The way Kyle had leaned in and fed him bites of his own food after stealing some of Simonâs. His hand, warm and strong where it held Simonâs as heâd had a good-natured argument with Soap about something Simon hadnât cared enough to pay attention to. The way Kyle had reeled him into his room when Simon had offered to sleep on the couch.
Even this early in the morning, his thoughts race and trip over each other. Should he get up? Heâll have to pee soon, and it'd be good to get them both something to eat. Is it rude to root around in the fridge? Sure, heâs helped himself before, but that was as Soap or Roachâs guest, not Kyleâs not-quite-hookup. Maybe he should hit the cafe down the street. But what if Kyle thinks he just up and left and isn't coming back? What if he wakes up alone and gets sad? What if he expects Simon to leave, and then it's weird if Simon comes back? Would it be weird to take his keys to make sure he can get back into the building? What if Kyle's not a breakfast person? What time is it? Is it brunch time? He can't bring Kyle a bagel in bed if its brunch time, brunch is for tables. Roach would judge him.
âI can hear you thinking,â Kyle mutters without opening his eyes. He pets a hand down Simonâs chest in a move that is both soothing and electrifying. âRelax, babe.â
âSorry,â Simon whispers back. He makes himself unlock, muscle group by muscle group, the way his therapist taught him.
Kyle chuckles when he lets all of the air out of his lungs in a whoosh. Sparkling brown eyes squint up at him. âWhat was that?â
âSorry,â Simon says again.
âNo, itâs not a complaint,â Kyle says, sitting up on one elbow. Simon tries not to be distracted by the fact that heâs shirtless and half hard against his hip. He hides a yawn in the bend of his elbow before grinning down at Simon again. âShould probably get up. Hungry?â
Simon means to say What do you want to do? Or I could eat. What comes out is âI want to eat you.â
He groans, face going hot as Kyle laughs hard enough to fall back onto his chest. Instead of smothering him to put him out of his misery, Kyle regains his composure and strokes a thumb over his eyebrow. âMaybe later. Breakfast first, hey?â
âAwright,â Simon concedes, and is rewarded with a quick peck to the apple of his cheek before Kyle rolls out of bed. He tries and fails not to stare at the geometric tattoo that snakes down Kyleâs spine before the man pulls on a loose shirt. When Kyle turns back to him with a fond smile, he makes himself sit up and scrubs at his eyes. âWhere to?â
Kyle grins. âSoap tells me you like the French toast at that cafe on third.â
Kyle asked Soap about him? Simonâs stomach flutters. Then his bladder reminds him that heâs been awake for more than point five seconds, so itâs time to get up. Kyle mercifully stops looking at him to search for pants, so Simon shuffles out of the room to head to the bathroom.
And comes face to face with Soapâs grinning mug. âGâmorninâ, Ghostie. Fancy meetinâ here âf all places.â
Kyleâs voice calls through the door. âLeave âim alone, Tav! Weâre going to breakfast.â
âAye,â Soap answers. âCân ah-â
âNo,â Simon says, as Kyle declares, âYouâre not invited.â
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angsty fight between miguel and wife!reader
and then they make up yayayayay
Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete
âżàžș Paring âłâ„ Miguel OâHara x F!Reader
âżàžș Summary âłâ„ Miguel has been pushing you away for some time now. After a talk with a friend, you and Miguel try to sort things out.
âżàžș (A/n) âłâ„ Inspired by âDANCING IN THE DARKâ by Joji. Writing this made me think back on past crushes/lovers. But thank you for your request! I am also holding back on writing smut because it keeps getting labeled and it takes me longer to write.
âżàžș Word Count âłâ„ 1.4k
âżàžș Content Warnings âłâ„ Female reader, angst-to-fluff, swearing, Miguel is kinda a dick head, mentions of sleep deprivationâŠ
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You stood in his cold and dark office. The best source of light was his laptop but his huge frame blocked most of the light. You managed around the crumbled paper and thrown desk objects with a plate in hand.
âMiguel?â You peer over his shoulder, âI made you dinner.â
He nods.
âYou know you havenât eaten since yesterday.â
He nods again.
âAnd you know that youâve been here for a long time. I think itâs best for you to-â
âTake a break?â Miguel interrupts you, âI donât have time for that.â
âMiguel, Iâm sure whatever it is, it can wait a few minutes. All Iâm asking is for you to eat something.â You try to set the plate down.
âI thought I made it clear that I do not want to be bothered. Youâre distracting me. Leave.â
He didnât mean it like that⊠He didnât mean it like that. He didnât mean it like that. He didnât mean it like thatâŠ
âBut Mig-â
âI said go.â He growls, his eyes turning its blood red from anger, âYouâre becoming a nuisance.â
He didnât mean it like that.
âOkay.â You tried not to let the crack in your voice show. You didnât even bother to leave the plate behind because you knew it was going to be wasted.
âAnd donât bother me again.â You heard him say as you left his office.
You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down before you burst into tears. But your hands shook, nearly dropping the plate.
You choked down your sobs and let your tears fall, the plate was left in the fridge, and you pushed yourself to your bedroom. It was basically yours now since Miguel was sleeping in his office.
The sheets no longer lingered on his cologne and any sign of his presence was gone, other than his clothing and a few photos. The room has become a mess of discarded clothing, old plates and cups, and candy wrappers.
How long has it been since Miguel showed affection? Or even looked at you?
This was normal behavior for Miguel, right? You should know, youâre married to him. Youâre his wife. But he experienced loss, unlike you. You didnât want to judge him for how he deals with his emotions, heâs emotionally distant. You knew that from the start.
And because of this, you felt like he deserved more than what you could give him. Itâs what kept you going through the many times Miguel tore your heart, how it squeezed in pain at his actions and words. How you look the other way and ignore his hurtful words.
You couldnât sleep. You left the still cold bed and dressed in something warm and headed up to the roof.
You sat on the edge, looking at Nueva York. How beautiful it looked during the night, which is one of the reasons why you liked sitting up here.
âSitting all by yourself?â You tense up only to relax when you know that voice, âAt this time? All alone?â Peter B. lands next to you, his daughter in his arms.
âI would ask my husband to join me but heâs too busy.â You respond truthfully.
âAgain? Heâs been at this all week.â He sits next to you.
âYeah.â You huff.
âAnd⊠how are you holding up?â
âIâm fine.â
âReally? Because it doesnât look like it.â He offers Mayday who reaches out to you.
You take her and set her down on your lap, âI just donât know what to do, everything I do seems to bother Miguel. Checking up on him, bringing him food. It feels like heâs doing this on purpose.â
âMiguelâs always been difficult and from the time I spent with him⊠Heâs different, not like the rest of us. Heâs accepted his fate as Spider-Man and believes heâs destined for bad things 24/7. But good things do come along, like you. I think⊠I think heâs trying to come to terms that he can get it because he deserves it.â
Mayday coos, pulling at your hair, âAnd I think Miguel is scared. He puts on his tough act because he has to, yet heâs afraid to admit heâs scared. Normally, people wouldâve given up on him. Why havenât you?
âTill death do us part. I donât want to lose him. I donât give up on him because when you love someone, you love them every single day as who they are.â
âTalk about romantic.â
âOh please.â You look down at Mayday, âPlus I think-â
âThere you are.â You jump and this time, you remain tense, âI was looking for you.â
âNow youâre looking for me?â You respond, refusing to turn your head.
âItâs late, (Y/n). Itâs dangerous.â
âIâm here, sheâs alright.â Mayday jumps into her fatherâs arms.
âIâve already had enough of you. Please, (Y/n).â
âItâs fine.â You tell him, following Miguel inside.
You head to the bedroom, âWhere are you going?â
âBed.â
â(Y/n)-â
âIâm tired and I do not want to be bothered. That includes you too, Miguel.â
âExcuse me?â He follows you into the bedroom.
âYou heard me.â
âPlease, (Y/n), talk to me.â Miguel begs.
âIâm sorry, did you just say talk? Like I have been trying to do for the past week?â
â(Y/n)-â
âYou know what? No, no. You do not get to try to get me to talk after all of this. I have been trying, I have been all in. All I asked of you was to look after yourself.â
âI know.â
âYou know? You KNOW?â You scoff rather loudly, âDid you know that Lyla has even talked to me about your behavior? Iâm worried about you Miguel. All the damn time, even more when I see you not eating and staying up all night. All I ask is one minute, one bite of the damn food.â
âIâm⊠Iâm so sorry.â
âIs sorry all you have to say? Not even a half assed excuse?ïżœïżœ You see Miguel trying to form a sentence but nothing leaves his left and his head hangs low, âI need to be alone.â
You walk past him but he grabs your arm, âPlease donât leave.â He says, âPlease donât walk out that door.â
âIâm sleeping on the couch, you could have the bed.â You look up at him.
âI love you, (Y/n). I know I donât say it as much but I fucking love you. Heâs right, you know. I am scared. Scared of everything. Because at first, I didnât think I could have that, have you. You let me hurt you and that is unforgivable.â
Heâs crying. Looking right at you, letting himself be bare right in front of you. His grip on your arm loosens and his hands come up to your face, cupping your cheeks. You could hear his staggered breathing, trying to keep himself composed.
âBut I wasnât lying when I said I love you, I wasnât lying when I said I wanted a family, and I wasnât lying when I said that you make me believe in love.â
âIâm always here for you, Miguel. You donât have to go through things alone, but when you want to, Iâm here.â You take one of his hands into yours, pulling it away from your face but keeping a tight hold on it.
âItâs not that easy. I hurt you, I understand why you donât want to.â
âI love you, Miguel. Weâll work on this. I promise you.â After a moment, Miguel practically tackles you, nearly falling to the ground. The hug is tight and warm, and you could feel your shirt become wet with Miguelâs tears.
âYouâre okay, right?â His voice cracks as he speaks through his sobs, âPlease tell me youâre okay.â
âI promise you, I am okay.â You whisper.
âIâll make it up to you, I swear.â
âYou can start by getting some rest. But youâve got a lot of apologies OâHara.â
You donât know how long you and Miguel stayed like this, nor did you care. All you cared about was Miguel and he felt complete at last.
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can i request some slutty luffy? just fuck me up fam â ïž
AHH i think this is so beautiful and one of my fav smuts iâve written!!! :â)
hunger - luffy x f!reader
smut
summary: luffy gets incredibly horny, and heâs confusing lust with hunger
contains: mating press, praise, marking (reader receiving)
words: 2.4k
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Luffyâs alone. He thinks, right now, of touch. And his body is sweaty from the day and from his yearning mind, heâs shirtless because an hour ago he lit on fire beneath his skin, heâs been simmering ever since, and itâs healed, somehow, by touch. So his fingers dig into the grooves of his abs, he likes to feel them flex and shift as he traces every corner, mouth open, drooling onto the glass of the porthole. He left his bed an hour ago when he lit on fire beneath his skin. His blanket became too hot, his mind too full to fall asleep. Heâs thinking about food now, juicy fruits that drip down his throat, melted cheese, the greasy, fatty pieces of steak that slide so slowly along his tongue.
He rubs his stomach because heâs hungry, thatâs it. Thereâs a burning within him, starvation but if it was beautiful. He needs food right now but he knows, somehow, that food wonât do anything for him, not really. And if he rubs his stomach because heâs hungry then why does his hand go lower, down beneath his waistline, tugging at the hair down there because, why? Why does this feel good? Why is he moaning, little whimpers that fog the glass, what does he need? He thinks of touch. Skin on skin. Thatâs it, skin on skin.
Youâre probably alone. Moonbeams sail one by one from the east with the wind and blackening sky as the sunset turns lilac, fading, gold waves turning silver, copper. Translucent silk the color of the sunset hangs from your shoulders, a slip so loose it barely covers your chest. It isnât cold tonight and youâre not tired. You saw dolphins this evening and you wonder if you can see them again before the water disappears in the night. Everyone else is already asleep. You hope that when youâre tired you can find Luffy, whoâs probably asleep, and curl up with him as everything drifts away.
But as the ocean laps at the ship and youâre calmed by the gentle rocking you feel, suddenly, arms from behind. Arms that run over yours, hands massaging your wrists up to your shoulders. A distinct smell, the feeling of hot rubber, this is Luffy and heâs so, so warm. And his breathing is so heavy in your ear. He places his chin on your shoulder and itâs covered in drool, he begins to slowly lick your neck as he pulls you closer. You havenât even said hi before he has you in his lap, squeezing your waist from behind. His licks turn to kisses, and then to bites, all over your upper back and then a wet, raw trail up to your jaw. Heâs groaning with want, no words yet, he has too many things he wants to say.
âHi Luffy,â you murmur with a little smile, reaching back to pet his face which is burning up and flushed. His tongue laps your cheek, heâs an excited puppy, you feel his teeth now so you ask gently, âwhatâs up?â
âGonna eat you,â he says in a quiet, gravely voice, right into your ear. He whines after this in desire, in hunger, heâs lustful and desperate.
âYeah?â You lean back against him. His arms are so tight, heâs trying to wrap you up and crush you like a python. And you can feel his heartbeat race in every muscle.
âMh, âcause youâre real pretty. And Iâm hungry so Iâm gonna eat you.â Heâs almost trying to take a bite out of your neck now, his teeth are sharp but his tongue is soothing, he moans because he likes the flavor. âReal prettyâŠâ he hisses again beneath his breath.
You turn so youâre facing him. He needs a kiss right now and he doesnât hesitate to grab your face and dive in, writhing tongue slipping greedily between your lips. And thereâs a gentleness here too, his hand moves to the back of your head, stroking your hair adoringly. He isnât going to hurt you he just needs you so, so bad and he doesnât really know how or why or what he should say.
âGod, Luffy.â Youâre quiet, muffled by his mouth. And just hearing your voice again clouds his mind.
âLove ya, love ya so much,â he says in between moans and kisses. His nails scrape at your chest, delighted by softness, something to grab onto, more to squeeze. âI wanna play, please can we play?â
Trying to get on top of you heâs leaning over you and pulled by instinct, he wants you straddling him but he wants to be on top at the same time. Heâs just a tangle of limbs right now, saliva dripping messily onto your neck.
âOf course Iâll play with you.â Youâre blushing, eyes closing but heâs squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him, huge sparkling eyes as deep as the Mariana look down on you.
Luffy begins to laugh. Just a breathy giggle at first, blowing air between his teeth in a little joyful hiss. And then his mouth opens, he laughs more, louder, thatâs what he does when heâs excited and when he knows heâs about to get something that he wants so, so bad. And then it fades to giggles again, and he stills for a moment, no movement except his chest. Rise and fall, rise and fall. Heâs just looking at you.
And then he licks his lips. He dives in.
You make a small sound, surprised and unable to react in time, as Luffy plants his feet firmly on the deck, your thighs slamming his stomach as your legs are thrown over his shoulders. And youâre bent, folding tighter and tighter as Luffy crouches over you. His arms encircle your legs and your back and your waist and constrict again, his legs are spread and ready, twitching, hips pressing yours. Heâs forgetting, probably, that you arenât as flexible as he is.
âThis is good, Lu, this right here,â you manage to choke out because you often have to remind him what your body can and canât take.
He mumbles a little apology and does a once over with his eyes, he wants to make sure that you arenât hurt but, at the same time, heâs letting his gaze linger on your body, on the silk slip thatâs fallen as your waist curls upwards and your breasts are bare now, so delicious, heâs drooling again. Youâre tasty, youâre his.
This must take so much strength, the way heâs perched on his toes over your body, his thigh muscles clench and ripple against yours. Shared sweat, shared warmth. His balance is perfect even as he reaches for your chest, rubbing, holding, kissing, now heâs kissing your lips, now your neck. He doesnât want this ever to be over.
And he says, âI love ya so much.â Thatâs the third time heâs said it.
âI love you too,â you say with such joy even as youâre breathless still, but before you can finish heâs pressing his mouth to yours hungrily. You said you loved him and he wants to taste it â the flavor of those words â itâs all-consuming.
âTastes so good, mmh,â Luffy gasps as he takes you into this hot, wet kiss, âcanât wait, wanna play now.â
Youâre not sure how he did it from this position, but his pants are off, kicked to the side. His cock is aching and leaking already and smoldering against your stomach, you can see it from here, throbbing and waiting, skin so smooth and thin and perfect like auburn moth wings over red-hot iron.
His chest crashes against yours in a tidal wave now because this new vulnerability makes him want to be closer. Now you canât see it anymore but god, itâs so hard it feels like heâs denting you, so long and thick like a python, heâs still holding you, and squeezing more and more. Like a python.
With so much pressure he wraps his hands around lower, lower, snapping your panties, thrusting against your stomach in a way that shakes your body but heâs got you. Youâre in his arms.
Begging eyes so close to yours, mouth on your lips and cheek, breathing so fast and so warm and he whispers, âcan I?â And itâs so scratchy and kind and needy so deep in his throat.
So you pull his hair, you kiss him, yes.
Rolling back on his heels he finds his way, sloppy thrusts that donât quite make it but god when they do, he isnât going all the way even though his every nerve craves you but youâre his baby and he canât hurt you.
Thick tip so soft and gentle, butterfly wings and flowers, impossibly hard and aching in heartbeat rhythms against your clit, moving you with every pulse, searching and desperate like a moth to a flame he finds you.
Shivers that make you clench your legs against his shoulders as he rubs and rubs back and forth and hugs your body and bites your cheek and murmurs, âthat feel good? Ya like that?â with such curiosity like he really wants to know, he wants an answer.
âPerfect, so perfect. Please, I need you.â Words in his ear like shooting stars lighting up his body like the darkening sky. Heâs made of ochre sunbeams.
He smiles and laughs and with another quick kiss heâs finding you more. Muscles flex and as he leans forward onto you heâs there, right there. He starts to moan loudly and whisper about how happy he is but itâs Luffy so itâs not a whisper, really. Heâs not even inside you yet. Heâs just so, so excited.
âFeels so good, so good. Câmere,â he giggles against you happily and makes sure he holds you as heâs pushing into your body, youâre filled in an instant and more and more every second.
Amid the panting and moaning you can almost hear that heartbeat and those pulsing veins buried in you. Youâre dented again but from the inside now. With a little mh, Luffy finds his home so, so deep. Youâre in a cocoon of warmth, wrapped in the sun, filled by the sun, melting.
âMy girlâs so pretty, gotta bite, gonna bite.â Those teeth again and their practiced, hungry chewing. He swallows on instinct, abs vibrating and tightening against your skin as his stomach purs. And heâs rocking into you, back and forth on his toes, enjoying that deep, tight massage. Heâs inside you, heâs trying to eat you, trying to get you inside him, too.
Youâre going to be covered in marks but thatâs ok. You like hearing him groan and laugh against you, and something about that swallowing, his throat flexing against your shoulder, thatâs so beautiful to feel.
âMine, âkay? Mine.â Luffyâs talking the whole time through his laughter and youâre swept away by him as he continues to crush your body from the inside over and over, tidal waves on a cliffâs edge, he makes whirlpools in you.
âThis is so fun, youâre so fun, so pretty,â he keeps huffing and you hear this over and over as he squirms and wriggles on your body, thrusts shallower because he canât bear to pull out of you any more than he needs to. Luffy wants to be close and never leave.
He tries to have conversations with you that just spill into unending praise. Youâre too dizzy and lost in this world of feeling to respond most of the time but you kiss him whenever he wants, you tell him heâs beautiful and that he feels so good whenever your voice is there.
Heâs swelling in you, veins bulging and rubbing so far up inside you that you feel him throbbing in your stomach, his twitching cock encouraged by your clenching, leaking, every muscle wracked with craving and overstimulation.
âGonna fill you up âcause youâre real pretty,â he laughs against your lips, twisting into you deeper still, âgotta make ya all mine.â He still sounds so sweet and so soft, just a playful little puppy.
Even as he groans and begins to pump you full.
Love feels like this, love is raw and endless like this, love makes you float away. You close your eyes and now he lets you, you just hold him, you let the rhythm carry you and it feels like so long until heâs done. He doesnât want to pull away but his legs give out. His knees finally hit the deck, he squeals in delight as heâs pulled from you with a wet little sound. But heâs still hugging you, of course.
âHeh, felt so good.â Luffyâs smiling with all his teeth, his chin sparkles with saliva, and your neck is dripping too, âthanks, darlinâ. Love ya so muchâ
âLove you too. I love you, Luffy.â You donât want to ever leave from his arms and you feel so empty now. But youâre soaked in him, neck and thighs both shining.
His hand rests gently on your back, helping you sit up, your slip falls back down over your body and itâs all wrinkled now. Luffy smooths your hair, he pets you, now is when he just wants to stare at you and not say a word. But when he sees the blooming red and purple trailing from your ear to your collarbone he starts to shake a little bit.
âAw, this ainât hurtinâ right?â he murmurs, tracing the bruises and teeth marks with his fingers so softly, carefully. Thereâs no blood, itâs just glossy with layers of drool, heâs proud but he needs to check on you first.
âNo, itâs not bad. Donât worry, I like it.â You kiss him right next to his mouth but he turns, quickly, because he wants your lips. âWhole crewâs gonna know Iâm yours, thatâs all.â
This makes him smile. He sees no reason for embarrassment or shame, youâre his so he can bite you when he wants. You feel his muscles twitch against you again as he laughs. And heâs flushed all red, hibiscus on his warm honey skin. Those eyes, dark brown eyes melting with that lavender of the sunset which is almost gone now, fading silently. So orchid blue then, on loving, deep Bulgarian rose.
âGood! I want âem to.â he rubs his head against your cheek, still biting just a little. And now heâs moving like he wants to pick you up and carry you, even though youâre both tired. But itâs because heâs hungry, and in that throaty little voice he asks, âwanna go get snacks?â
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intoxicating.
premise. your boyfriend dumps you and says he doesn't love you anymore. of course, being the petty bitch that you are, you have to prove that you don't need him in your life either. and of course, intense emotions often lead to rash decisions, so you go to a bar in hopes of finding a new man.
somehow, even when all you've managed to do is scowl at anyone who approaches you and mope at the bar counter, you still manage to get one.
Wriothesley has dealt with his fair share of unruly drunks before, but they were something more along the lines of aggressive and sloppy, not depressed and sappy.
He finds that he'd rather manhandle angry alcoholics than a person who makes a slobbering mess all over his shirt, clinging to his arm and sobbing to his sleeve. Your body starts to sway even when he supports your weight, your footsteps unstable as your attempt to walk in a straight line fails entirely.
Okay, so maybe you are sloppy after all.
Wriothesley sighs and tightens his grip on your shoulders. There's no point in losing his patience with a drunk person. He didn't even mean to pick you up, it's just that as a police officer, his sense of responsibility makes him want to fix a troublesome situation whenever he sees one. Even when he isn't on duty, he often leads disruptive drunks out of bars and restaurants, forces them out when he has to, and is always on the receiving end of owners' gratitude.
However, he has no experience dealing with drunks that just got dumped by their boyfriend and chugged away the sorrow with alcohol. You know, like the one dragging their feet as he drags their inebriated body away.
At first, he thought you were hitting on him when he felt your head lean on his shoulder in the bar. It's a common strategy, one that he's dealt with enough times to know when someone is just pretending to be drunk and trying to get his attention. He was still thinking of what to say when tears actually rolled down your cheeks and you started retelling your life story that he never asked to hear about.
Wriothesley isn't actually trying to listen, but he still gets the gist of it. It would be hard not to when you're still prattling on about it beside his ear as we speak.
âHe said...â You hiccup, warm liquid seeping into his shirt as you sob into his arm. He hopes that's from your tears and not your snot. âHe said he doesn't feel anything for me anymore...â
So you glammed up for tonight and tried to have fun at a bar so you could prove to yourself you didn't need him in the same way he didn't need you. He can already recite the story perfectly from the amount of times you told him. Your plan is irrational at best, and he doesn't see himself doing the same if he were ever to be in the same situation, but he can't berate you for it. Not when you looked so miserable and hopeless to the extent he didn't think it would be safe to leave you alone back at the bar.
âYou can't force yourself to be happy,â Wriothesley grumbles, finally giving up on carrying you by the shoulder and instead hoists you up on his back to give you a piggyback ride. Your shoes slip off your feet, so he sighs as he crouches down to pick them up. âAt times like this, you should find other ways to feel better.â
Your body jolts against him as you hiccup once again. âLike what?â
âDunno.â He shrugs, and he can feel you gradually getting used to being carried. It takes only a bit more for you to melt against his body, your chin snugly tucked in the juncture between his neck and shoulder. âWatch movies at home in your pajamas, I guess. Treat yourself to good food. Go on a trip. You look like the type to enjoy that. Much safer than getting involved with guys when you're still emotionally unavailable.â
You sniffle. âRomance movies only remind me of him. Eating at restaurants will make me remember the dates we've gone to. And going on trips will make me wish he's there with me.â
Why do they have an argument for each point I make? And I never said anything about the movie having to be romance. âWell, you still have to go through that,â he gives up on making you think otherwise. âBut one day, you'll feel a little better about it. Maybe you'll want to start dating again when you watch that romance movie, or you'll want someone else to eat with on that restaurant you once went to. And when you're on a trip, maybe you'll even think you want somebody special to go with you.â
You go quiet. For a moment, he thinks you've fallen asleep. But then your head slowly rises from his shoulder, dazed eyes peeking at him unsurely. âYou really think so?â
âIt won't be easy,â Wriothesley says, because nothing ever is. âBut you want to say you don't love him anymore, right?ïżœïżœ He glances at you, at the dry tear streaks on your cheeks, at what glitter remains around your eyes from all the times you've rubbed away your tears.
For the first time that night, he sees you smile. âYeah... I want to say it without feeling hurt anymore.â
He turns away, and he feels himself smiling without meaning to. âThat's good.â
â...So do you like watching romance movies? Or eating [hometown] cuisine?â
â...No?â
âThen I'll settle for a movie you like. And I can make good food from anywhere.â
â...Are you hitting on me? Using my advice?â
âIs it working?â
Wriothesley laughs, looking at the person he's carrying on his back, who he is escorting to his apartment because you lost your keys and your roommate won't be back until tomorrow, whom he wrapped his leather jacket around because he felt you shivering against him, and who caught his eye the very moment he entered the bar.
âThat's not a no.â He knows you're pouting even when he isn't looking anymore.
âYeah,â he agrees with you, almost indulgently. âIt isn't.â
When you wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom, dressed down to your undergarments and a t-shirt you definitely do not own, and with hardly any recollection of events from the past night, you think you've made a terrible, terrible mistake.
But then you spot the hangover medicine on the bedside table, your alcohol-spilled clothes drying in the laundry room, and possibly the most gorgeous man you've ever seen cooking breakfast in the kitchen, so whatever you did last night couldn't really be that bad.
âOh, you're awake,â he says once he notices you standing in the middle of the room, completely awestruck. You don't even know what you should be staring at; his chiseled face, his strong arms, his tight tank top that faintly traces his muscled torso, the gray sweatpants that-
Okay. You are not going to look anywhere below his waist.
âYeah,â is all you can manage, simply glad you didn't fuck up that one syllable. You feel like you're on the verge of either saying something really stupid or making really weird strangled noises. You prefer the former, if you can help it.
âSit.â He pulls one chair from the dining table, gesturing for you to take it. You meekly take your seat, eyes shifting everywhere but his face. âYou're rather quiet today,â he muses, taking one glance at your reddening face as he fixes the plates of pancakes in front and across you.
â...How was I yesterday, then?â You ask, though you don't actually want to hear the answer.
The man hums in thought, taking his sweet time while pouring coffee over two mugs. âTroublesome,â he decides to say. âYou nearly puked over my rug, after all.â
You sputter, making all kinds of apologies and promises of compensation when all of a sudden, he laughs. âNah, I'm kidding. But this means you don't remember anything at all, right?â He sits across from you, sliding the mug to your hand.
âNo...â You take a sip, but you barely register how it tastes. âI remember ordering a lot of drinks, but that's pretty much it.â
âThat's a shame.â He sighs, leaning back on his chair as he sips coffee. âI suppose that means our dinner plans are void, then.â
âAbsolutely not!â The words come out of your lips before your brain-to-mouth filter processes it fully, your hand slamming down the mug on the table in protest. âUh... that is... if you're available whenever...â You get a hold of yourself and feel your cheeks burning in shame.
He doesn't try to hide the amused smirk on his face. âSure. I'll be looking forward to your hometown cooking, then.â
Just what on earth did you do last night...?
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Intimate
Pairing: Matt x Reader
Wordcount: 2.1k +
In wich: matt has a borderline obsession with cock warming
Warnings: smut, cock warming, p in v, use of y/n, 1st pov, praise kink, name calling (slut), pet names, unprotected, creampie
(A/N: English is not my first language! Also this song has like barely anything to do w the plot, I just feel like thatâs the vibe. This is sort of like a blurb. Hope you guys like it <3)
One of the considerably weird things Matt is into is: cock warming.
I clench at the thought trying to focus on my history homework.
Iâve known Matt for practically all my life. Weâve always been close and no conversation between us was ever awkward.
Matt didnât seem like the type to be into that sort of stuff. But one day, when, we were hanging out and cuddling like we were normally, I felt a hardness at my butt.
When I turned back to look at him he was blushing. Matt had his arms wrapped around my waist, spooning me.
After I asked him what that is, he responded with a question. âCan I..?â He trailed off and I wasnât catching on to his train of thought.
âWhat? you want to fuck?â I huff rolling my eyesâŠnot that I would be against it.
âNo.â He said defensively squeezing my sides. âCan I just put it in?â Matt asked shyly.
I paused, But eventually complied. With the duvet being over us it shouldnât be too awkward. He shuffled out of his sweatpants and pulled mine down too.
And before I knew it his finger was inside of me and I was wet.
After a few moments I felt the head of his dick press against me before feeling his entire length slide into me.
I never thought heâd be into that, but even further, I didnât think that Iâd like it too.
I shift feeling the angle change.
âY/n/n, can you stop moving.â Matt huffs, his words sounding passive aggressive. He puts one of his hands on my hips to prevent as much movement as possible, his other hand still clutching his phone.
I clench again at the tone of his voice, slamming my pen down.
Ever since that day, when this first started off, I started to sit on him more often. Whether it was while we were cuddling or just mindlessly hanging out. Weâre not necessarily friends with benefits tho.
I guess he just likes the feeling⊠but so do I.
It was bad, like we hung out so much Chris and Nick started to make joking remarks about it.
About us hanging out so much that is, not the⊠whatever weâre doing.
Like it was so bad that practically every time we were alone somewhere private, I was probably sitting on his dick.
It feels so intimate and good, and if we still have time after, heâll rail me.
But Iâm saying that when weâre at home doing homework, Iâm sitting on his lap. Or when cuddling or sleepovers. Or even when we go get fast food to eat in the parking lot at night. Iâll climb over the middle console and sit down on it.
I was never a skirt person, but I started to wear skirts more often just for the easier access.
I could go hours just calmly sitting on it.
But sometimes after a while I would get frustrated.
I try to grind into him, Matt still holding me in place as much as he can.
âWhat? You wanna get yourself off on my dick?â He huffs. His grip on my hip gets harder making me whine, while his other hand still holds his phone.
Heâd been scrolling through TikTok and various other social media while I was trying to get all of my homework done.
And itâs been probably over an hour now and I was getting frustrated from all the homework. doing math first was definitely a mistake.
And while on a normal day I would be fine with the intimacy and wouldnât be trying to get myself off, the homework today was frustrating. And since Matt was already balls deep inside of me, I might as well.
He leans over putting his phone on my desk. With the movement his hand on my hip loosens giving me the opportunity to start to slightly ride him.
âFuck-â i sigh. I lean forward on my arms, trying to get as much friction as I can, both on my sweet spot and also my clit.
I hear Mattâs low groan. And suddenly his hands are on my hips again, holding me in place.
âY/n I swear, i will make you cum over and over again until youâre seeing fucking stars if you donât fucking stop right now and go back to your homework.â
His tone is authoritative and so hot. Why was he saying that like it would be such a bad thing anyway.
âMatt please.â I whine.
Sometimes Matt would get frustrated and fuck me while I wasnât even paying him any mind, and sometimes it was the other way around.
He huffs letting go of my hips. Matt leans back as he just watched me and my every move.
I let out a shaky breath once again, leaning forward more to lift myself better.
âFucking slut, getting yourself off on your best friends dick.â He rolls his eyes in exasperation.
His hands go to my waist, assisting my movements now instead of stopping me.
âIf you cum Iâm still gonna Make you warm me.â He warns his tone assertive.
Matt holds me in place for a few seconds and scoots the chair back. I sigh leaning forward, using my forearms to prop me up, before starting to ride him again.
His eyes were heavy lidded, his mouth dropped in a silent moan while he watches me.
He somehow seemed way less sensitive than me. But I can literally feel the knot starting to tie In My stomach just waiting to snap.
By this point I was panting and Matt was letting out some heavy breaths too.
âFuck- Matt, Mattâ I whine his name my voice pitching higher as i keep getting closer.
âYou close baby?â He breaths out keeping his hands on my hips for stability.
I let out a sharp breath letting my head drop forward as I keep up the angle and speed up in order to reach my climax faster.
âYeah.â One of my hands go down to my clit to rub it, resulting in my other arm having to hold me up alone.
âCome then.â He demands, his voice sounding cocky. I can hear him breathe heavily and bite his lip to keep quiet.
With his hands tightening on my hips, I feel the knot in my stomach snap.
I let out a loud moan, piercing through the, otherwise, mostly quiet room.
I sit down again my pussy convulsing around his cock.
I sigh, trying to calm down again. Mattâs hands rub my sides, holding my back to his chest and mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.
âYou good?â He asks after I mildly catch my breath. I lean more into him, my eyes fluttering closed as I mumble an agreement.
âYou gonna go back to your homework now, orâŠ?â He trails off waiting for me to answer.
âNoâ I breathe out and slightly look over my shoulder to make eye contact with him.
He lets his huge grin take over his features. He picks me up gently, making me wince, to wich he whispers encouraging praises into my ear.
My back makes contact with my bed. I sigh at the feeling of the soft sheets under me. And I watch as Matt hurriedly takes off his shirt.
I was still wearing my mini skirt and a long sleeve shirt, but Matt didnât look like he was going to take them off. The access was easy, so really, why do the extra work.
Matt rubs my lower stomach, while his other hand holds his dick. He glides it up my folds before slipping it back into me. I whine at the feeling throwing my head back into the mattress.
Iâm still sensitive from my previous orgasm and also from the hour of cock warmingâs
It wasnât like he wasnât sensitive too. I could see him physically hold back from releasing right then and there.
Our eyes stay locked while he starts to rock his hips against me. I can feel him hit that spot in me that makes pure euphoria shoot through my entire body.
Despite not being labeled, it always felt so intimate with Matt.
Maybe it was because most of the time it was literally just cock warming and nothing else. But sometimes, when it did come to the actual intercourse - penetration type of thing, it still felt intimate.
âSo good for me baby.â He breaths out. Our eyes stay locked, my mouth dropped in quiet moans.
âFuck- you like being filled?â He chuckles. His hand stays on my lower abdomen, pressing down slightly to feel himself.
I close my eyes briefly trying to respond, but the way his hips snap into me, and the way he still manages to make this feel sensual, has my head fuzzy.
âFuck..â Matt breaths out his eyes staying locked on my face. âToo fucked out to answer now?â
All I can do is whine out his name and moan loudly, and he takes pride in that. I know he does. I can see it in his eyes.
âYou wanna be fucking full all the time, donât you baby?â Matt taunts, somehow speeding up even more.
I clench around him my legs going stiff at the constant and heavy stimulation.
Matt notices and readjusts, picking up my legs further so theyâre on his shoulders before he picks up pace again.
âCloseâ I whine out, I can feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter by the second, threatening to snap anytime now.
âGood girlâ he hums. Mattâs fingers find their way towards my clit as he starts to vigorously rub it.
âOh god-â I moan loudly throwing my head back, my eyes shutting tightly as I try not to get overwhelmed, even tho i already am.
âEyes on me.â Matt speaks lowly also panting. His movements pick up pace getting more rough and messy, indicating that heâs close too.
My eyes snap open, immediately meeting his. And as soon as they do, I feel my body convulse, my orgasm washing over me like a wave. But despite that, I try to keep my eyes on Matt as best as I can.
âSo pretty.â He breathes out harshly and before either of us know it, he gives me one last thrust and fills me up.
I pant, trying to catch my breath. I feel a thin layer of sweat coat my skin, but despite that, I love this feeling.
This post orgasmic state was sending me into almost as much euphoria as the sex itself.
I watch through lazy, heavy-lidded eyes as Matt sits up straighter, moving my legs from off of his shoulders.
âYou wanna clean up or sleep like this sweetheart?â He asks tilting his head. Matt was trying to contain a goofy smile.
âJust..â I trail off and let out a breath. Damn I didnât realize just how out of breath I am.
âJust lay down.â I breathe out.
He licks his lips his eyes wandering from my face to my body and how itâs still clothed.
âYou wanna sleep with clothes, orâŠâ he trails off. Mattâs eyes come to meet mine again with a playful glint.
âMatt, I donât careâ I say exasperated.
âI wanna cuddle?â He says like I said we wouldnât. I huff a slight laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation at hand.
Matt huffs trying and failing to hold back a smile. He gently and slowly pulls out in order to not hurt me. But I still wince from the over stimulation.
He pulls the skirt back down and than reaches for the zipper. He pulls the skirt off tossing it to the floor carelessly.
He then reaches for my long sleeve shirt. I sit up slightly so he can take that, and my bra also off.
Now being nude under him, he looks satisfied. He hums in approval and wordlessly lays down next to me, before I feel his arms go around my waist.
âYou think you can warm me, baby?â He whisper sweetly into my ear. I feel a shiver run down my spine from his tone of voice. My eyes shut I take in his silk like words.
âCorse.â I breathe out pushing my hips back into him to tease him.
Matt chuckles lowly. I feel his length slide through my folds. Still being soaked in our combined juices, it was fairly easy for him to slip back in, not that it didnât make me moan.
I felt way too sensitive, but like hell would I ever say no to this.
Matt chuckles at the low moan I let out. He has his arm spread out so I can lay on it his other arm around my waist. âYou do like being full?â He asks in fake shock.
âYou were the one that started this tho?â I question right back not moving at all. Simply keeping my eyes closed and enjoying the closeness and intimacy.
âTouchĂ©.â
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 8: The Thing About Ghost
Summary: You should have expected something bad would happen. You just didn't expect this. Perhaps something good could come of it after all.
Pairings: Poly 141 x reader, slight Gaz x Soap
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, language, angst, panic, PTSD, nightmares, violence, medical stuff
A/N: I started this chapter this morning. It just came spilling forth and thus you're getting a bonus update this week. I'm honestly so glad to have this one done. Now I can finally say something more than "you'll see" when you ask about Ghost.
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You reach a hand out from under the mountain of blankets, fumbling blindly across your nightstand until you reach your vibrating phone. You pull it under the blankets, blinking blearily at the name on the screen.Â
Kyle.Â
âHello?â You mumble sleepily, your eyes already drooping again.Â
âOh, so you can hear your phone vibrating but not me knocking at your door for fifteen minutes?âÂ
You let out a quiet groan, burrowing back under the covers. âComfy.âÂ
âIâm sure you are, but itâs breakfast time, love.âÂ
You let out a quiet groan, still not moving. âNot hungry.âÂ
âYou need to eat, love. Youâll be grumpy all morning if you donât.âÂ
Heâs right. If you skip breakfast, youâll get snippy and hangry. Yet, the comfort of your bed is calling, threatening to lull you back to sleep again.Â
âDonât go falling asleep on me again.â
You startle back awake, groaning. âI wasnât.âÂ
âCome on, love. I donât want to have to get Soap to kick in your door.âÂ
You let out a loud, dramatic groan before grumbling acquiescence. You slide out from under your covers until youâre sitting on the floor, rubbing your eyes. You donât bother hanging up as you set your phone on the nightstand before crawling over to the door, just close enough that you can reach up and unlock it.Â
You sit back on the floor, hair mussed and still in your pajamas. The door slowly swings open, Gaz leaning against the doorframe. He smiles softly down at you as you yawn, blinking up at him sleepily.Â
âThatâs cute, but if we donât get to breakfast, Price might send the cavalry searching.â He says.Â
You grumble, pushing yourself up to stand before you grab a sweatshirt and shoes, running your fingers through your hair to make it at least semi-presentable.Â
You lean against Gaz as you walk to the mess, resting your head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you close to him. Itâs quieter in the mess than normal, Gaz leading you through the line to get food, making your tray for you before you shuffle over to the table where the others are. You sit down next to Price, letting out a yawn as you stare sleepily down at your tray.Â
âWas starting tae get worried about ye.â Soap grins at you.Â
âYeah, heard her phone vibrating but not me knocking for fifteen minutes.â Gaz says, taking the seat next to you.Â
âI was comfy.â You shrug, picking up your fork.Â
âGuess I donât have to bother asking how you slept.â Price says, grinning fondly down at you.Â
âLike a rock.â You say, before taking a bite of sausage.Â
âGood.â He says, almost beaming with pride that your little shopping spree yesterday worked, and that the added comfort in your room helped.Â
Your face warms under his gaze, practically able to feel him preening with pride. It makes something twist in your stomach, knowing that you made him feel that way.Â
The moment is broken as Ghost sighs, standing from the table to dump his tray and leave the mess.Â
Soap shakes his head as you watch him go, a frown pulling at your brows. âDonâ mind him. He could do with some soft blankets and more pillows of his own.âÂ
The image of Ghost curled up with fluffy blankets and a stuffed strawberry of his own has you laughing loudly, not even bothered by the looks you get from the tables around you.Â
You lounge against Gazâs chest, his arm wrapped around your chest. Your back vibrates every so often as he chuckles at something that happens on the TV. Youâre focused on your book, content with a lazy Sunday afternoon.Â
âDonâ you two look cozy,â Soap says entering the rec room. âDonâ mind me.â He kneels on the couch next to your feet before flattening himself out between your legs until his head lands in your lap.Â
Your cheeks warm as he sighs out a breath, making himself comfortable. You set your book aside, electing to run your fingers through his mohawk. You wonder if you can put him to sleep that way like you almost achieved with Gaz. He lets out a content hum as your nails scratch at his scalp, running your fingers over the short cropped sides of his head.Â
You let yourself relax further against Gaz, absentmindedly massaging Soapâs scalp. Your gaze is on the TV but youâre not really watching, too caught up in the bliss of the moment to really care.Â
The moment is ruined as Soapâs phone vibrates in his pocket. He lets out a groan, shuffling around to fish it out, lifting his head to stare at the screen.Â
âHave to take this.â He murmurs, pushing himself up off of your lap.
He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips before leaning over your shoulder, kissing Gaz. Your eyes widen as he leaves the room, your heart starting to race. Of course they kiss each other. Itâs probably the most natural thing in the world to them. Youâve just never seen it.Â
Much less be stuck in the middle of it.Â
The images begin to flood your mind, your face getting warmer and warmer. The mental imagine of being sandwiched between them while they kiss over your shoulder, hands everywhere, skin against skin.Â
âEnjoyed that, did you?â Gazâs voice is husky in your ear, his lips brushing the delicate skin.Â
Of course he can smell the hike of sweetness in your scent. His hand drops from where it had been wrapped across your chest, his hand trailing down until it rests against your stomach. His lips press against the sensitive skin beneath your ear, tongue darting out to taste.Â
âSoon.â He murmurs, before leaning back, resting against the couch once more.Â
Your face is burning hot, heart thumping in your chest. A shiver runs down your spine at the idea, your body relaxing further back against Gazâs, your stomach fluttering as the warmth of his hand seeps through your shirt.Â
Youâre ready when he knocks, standing in front of your door again. You open it before heâs finished knocking, his hand falling back to his side. He stares at you for a breath before he turns on his heel, making his way from the barracks.Â
You scramble after him as usual, following him into the gym and into the private room. You follow his lead of removing your shoes and jacket, falling into whatâs become a routine for the two of you.Â
âWeâll work on combos again.â He says, wrapping your hands for you, before his own.Â
You go back through what you had done last time, all the combos youâd learned. Well, he told you. Youâve forgotten most of them after the exhaustion and a couple days off. You can tell heâs agitated already as he walks you through the combos, correcting your punches and stance.Â
âMove your feet when you punch.â He says, kicking your back leg out from under you, dropping you onto your knee. âOtherwise youâll hurt yourself.âÂ
âYouâre going to hurt me doing shit like that.â You murmur, fixing your stance again.Â
He grabs punch mitts, moving to stand in front of you. He calls out numbers, working through combos and punches. You miss a lot, still trying to memorize which punch belongs to which number and which order to swing your fists in. Part of you wants to drive your fist straight up the middle and into his face.Â
A sudden hit to your shoulder sends you sprawling to the mat. You lay there for a second before looking up at him in shock.
âWhat was that?â You say, getting back to your feet.Â
âDodge or block, just like I taught you.â He says, swinging at you again with the mitt, forcing you back a step. âYour opponent wonât be standing still. You have to know how to throw punches and avoid the ones coming at you.âÂ
You huff out a breath, trying to stay aware and throw the right punch. You donât manage to block or dodge every one, your shoulders getting sore as he hits you. Heâs not pulling his punches by much, and you can imagine the bruises youâll sport later. Youâre getting tired fast, the combination of the physical effort and the brain power growing to be too much at this intensity so soon.Â
A solid hit to the center of your chest as you sprawling out on the mat on your back, the air leaving your lungs with a horrible wheezing sound. For a moment you think he might have actually injured you, fear in your eyes as he looms over you.Â
âGet up.â He says, shoulders squared like heâs the one in a fight.Â
âGive me a second.â You say, still trying to catch your breath. âI need a break.âÂ
âThere are no breaks in a fight.â He says.Â
âYeah, well, Iâm starting to think maybe I should just give up and die if I ever get in a fight.â You snap.Â
Something flashes through his gaze, the mitts hitting the floor with a thud. He grabs the front of your tank top, lifting you to your feet. He holds you in front of him, leaning down until youâre eye to eye.Â
âYou think itâs that easy to die? When the time comes you can just lay down and let it happen?â He growls, emotions flickering like flames in his eyes.Â
âIf this is what itâs going to take to live, then yeah.â You say, not backing down despite the prickling feeling at the back of your neck.Â
âYou have no idea what itâs like, when death is looming over you. The fear, the regret, the overwhelming push to fight to survive.â Heâs close enough that if he wasnât wearing a mask, you could have felt his breath on your face.Â
âI donât know because Iâm not like you. Iâm not a fighter, Iâm not trained like you. When I asked you to teach me to defend myself, this is not what I meant.â You say, shoving against his chest.Â
It takes him by surprise enough that he stumbles back a step. He catches himself easily, hands closing into fists at his sides. Heâs ready to fight, you can see it. Youâve unlocked the alpha, angered the beast within him.Â
His scent bowls over you, sending you scrambling back out of instinct. The prickling at the back of your neck intensifies and you try to clear your head, preparing you for this fight. You donât stand a chance, you know that. Going off instinct alone, he could overpower you easily.Â
Despite everything in your brain telling you to run away, you do the opposite, racing towards him. He catches you before you can hit him, your feet leaving the ground as he slams you into the mat. You kick and claw at him, catching him in the ribs but it doesnât even seem to phase him.Â
âWhat was your plan?â He growls, pressing harder against your chest as he keeps you pinned. âTry to take me off my feet? Iâm bigger and stronger than you. Thatâs never going to work.âÂ
âThen stop being such a dick!â You yell, landing a kick against his hip. âYouâre just a bully. A big bully. Youâre just like my dad!âÂ
Both of you freeze at your words, your eyes wide as you stare up at him. His hand closes around the neck of your tanktop and for half a moment youâre scared he might sink his hand in and pull your spine right out through your chest. Instead he releases you, pushing himself up with a growl and making for his shoes.Â
You push yourself up onto your elbows, watching as he slips them on, grabbing his things before leaving out the door.Â
You stare at the door wide eyed as it slams closed. Youâre still laying there, chest heaving. You stare at it, half expecting it to open back up, for him to come back. He wouldnât leave you alone, would he? Heâs not supposed to. Youâre supposed to have one of them with you at all times.Â
You push yourself up onto shaky legs, slowly approaching the door, half expecting it to fly back open. Maybe heâs just standing right outside, maybe heâs just taking a breath and clearing his head. The handle is cold against your heated skin as you pull it open, sticking your head out.Â
The hallway is empty.Â
You quickly duck back inside, closing the door. He wouldnât leave you. He wouldnât leave you. Maybe he went to the bathroom. Maybe he just needed a moment to clear his head. Maybe heâs coming back.Â
You sink onto the bench, trying to control your breathing as it starts to get heavy. You can feel that buzzing sensation in your head, your fingers and toes starting to go numb with panic. The one time you leave your phone behind, itâs the one time you need it. Maybe heâs coming back.Â
You continue to sit there, waiting, fingers trembling as you put your shoes back on. Someone has to notice your absence eventually. Someone will notice youâre not in your room and youâre not answering your phone. Someone will come looking.Â
Or is this a test?Â
Youâre panicking now, breaths coming in short gasps. You canât just walk out of here using the front door. Thereâs alphas and betas crawling all over the gym and there could be a hundred between you and the barracks now. Someone will stop you. Someone will make a scene.Â
You canât reach the windows. Even then, they donât open and it would be a straight drop to the ground on the other side. You canât go out the front, but thereâs an emergency exit just a few feet down the hallway the other direction. The medical center is the closest building to the gym. Even if Dr. Keller isnât in her office this early, any of them would be the most likely to help you, to alert Price to your abandoned state.Â
You have to get out of the gym. Your scent will reach the others in the building eventually, and someone will take notice. Someone will be bold enough to come after the lone omega. Youâre panicking, your entire body trembling. Just out the door to the left and through the emergency exit. Then itâs just a few hundred yards to the medical center and then down the hall to Dr. Kellerâs office.Â
You can make it. You spent three months running with the CIA. Speed has always been your strength. Get out the door before anyone notices. You have to get out before someone notices and blocks your exit.Â
Your mind goes blank as you throw open the door, feet slipping as you race around the corner and down to the emergency door. You donât even feel the ache in your shoulder as you jam yourself against the door, not caring if it sets off an alarm as you shove your way out to the cool morning air. Your feet move without your brain needing to tell you as you sprint towards the medical building. Thereâs no one outside, no one milling in the area. No one sees you as you race through the doors, the automatic sliding doors almost catching you as you speed through them and down the hall. Your shoes squeak on the laminate floor, squealing as you slide to a stop in front of Dr. Kellerâs office.Â
You donât even check if the light is on before youâre frantically knocking. Your breaths are coming in shallow gasps, black dots dancing in your vision as you fight to get air into your lungs. You need to be somewhere safe, you need somewhere safe before you pass out. You canât pass out in the hallway. Itâs not safe.Â
You nearly fall as the door swings open, stumbling into the office. Dr. Keller says your name but you barely hear it, your legs giving out. She catches you before you fall, easing you into a chair. You sink into the plushness, shaking violently as you stare at her with wide, panicked eyes.Â
âWhat is it?â She asks. âWhat happened?âÂ
âHe...he left me!â You sob, your body starting to curl in on itself. âHe...he just left me!âÂ
Dr. Kellerâs voice sounds far away as she speaks, your vision starting to tunnel. You barely register the blanket being draped around your shoulders, the soft fabric tickling your cheeks.Â
You donât hear Dr. Keller on the phone, far too gone in your distress to hear the urgency in her normally calm and composed tone.Â
Dr. Keller opens the door almost as soon as the knock sounds. Price is slightly out of breath, having reached the office faster than she had expected him to.Â
âSheâs in distress.â Dr. Keller explains as she lets Price into the office, shutting and locking the door behind him. âI need you to be clear headed.â She tells the alpha. âWe can worry about why later, right now we need to get her calmed down, understood?âÂ
âYes, Doctorâ He nods, fighting the urge to recoil at the sharp bitter tang of omega distress heavy in the air.Â
Heâs angry, beyond angry but he knows he canât let that take over right now.Â
âYouâll need to hold her.â Dr. Keller says, approaching where youâre sitting on the chair. Youâre hunched over, arms clutched to your chest as you gasp and wheeze, almost hyperventilating. âIt might be easiest on the floor.âÂ
Itâs like moving a stone statue as he takes you into his arms, muscles tense and joints locked as your body attempts to protect itself. He sinks to the floor with you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you to support you.
âSlow deep breaths.â Dr. Keller pushes your head against his chest. âGet her to copy you. If her blood pressure gets too high, or she passes out we might risk losing her to her omega, and that will be dangerous for all of us.âÂ
âI know.â Price says as he puts a hand on your head, keeping you against his chest. âIâve seen it happen.â He presses his cheek against the top of your head, taking slow, even breaths. âCome on, sweetheart. Alphaâs got you. Need you to breathe for me.âÂ
Dr. Keller slips a blood pressure monitor around your arm, fighting the stiffness of your limbs as she sticks a pulse monitor to your chest. Price continues to speak to you, trying to get you to relax.
Slowly as the minutes pass, your breathing begins to slow. Dr. Keller monitors your blood pressure and heart rate, watching it slowly begin to come down as the presence of your alpha soothes your distressing omega.Â
âThere we go.â Dr. Keller says, squeezing your arm gently.Â
Your breathing slows, but your breaths are still heavy and shaky as you slowly begin to sink into Priceâs hold, your muscles slowly relaxing from their tense state. You let out a high-pitched whine as the discomfort begins to set in, tears leaking from your eyes.Â
âI know.â Dr. Keller says gently. âYouâre doing so good.âÂ
You begin to shake uncontrollably again, Price tightening his hold around you. His hand moves to the back of your neck instinctively, gently massaging the tense muscles.Â
âItâs just the adrenaline.â Dr. Keller explains, moving to the closet and pulling out a stuffed bear. She kneels back down, working your arms away from your chest just enough that she can slip the bear into your arms. âSqueeze that for me.â She says, pushing on your arms until you take over, squeezing the bear to your chest.Â
Youâre still crying as the shaking slowly begins to subside, another whine leaving your lips. You continue to squeeze the bear to your chest, brows pulling into a frown.Â
âDonâ feel good.â You slur, taking a deep breath in.Â
âI know, honey, I know.â Dr. Keller says, squeezing your leg. âYou did really good, coming down from that. Just keep breathing and relaxing for me.âÂ
You continue to follow Priceâs breathing, trying to will your muscles to relax in your exhausted state. Price continues stroking the back of your neck, his heart thumping steadily beneath your ear.Â
âOne more squeeze on your arm and then I can take the monitor off.â Dr. Keller says, taking your blood pressure one more time. âItâs normal if sheâs a bit achy and sore for a couple days.â She explains to Price. âShe might be a bit disoriented later too. The best thing she can do is rest and someone should stay with her at all times just in case.âÂ
Price leans his chin against your head, fighting the anger building within him. Something happened to cause this, and he has an inkling as to what it was. He tightens his hold around you as you sink into him even more, the shaking starting to subside.Â
âYou donât sedate for distress?â He asks as Dr. Keller removes the heart monitor and the blood pressure cuff from you.Â
Dr. Keller shakes her head. âSedation can make distress worse in some cases. Itâs jarring and disorienting and in some cases the omega might wake up and continue distressing. Itâs only useful in cases of an actual medical emergency, or if thereâs no alpha to provide a sense of safety and the omega starts to take over. Then they become a danger to everyone around them and themselves.âÂ
âI know how devastating that can be.â He says, staring down at you. âThe worst people in the world like to use omegas as shields and bait. Sometimes thereâs no other way...they get caught in the middle of bullets flying and explosions. The scent of blood and fear around them.â He shakes his head. âEven if they survive that, even if you save them, itâs too much and you just lose them to the omega.âÂ
âIt makes me sick.â Dr. Keller shakes her head. âTheyâre human beings just like you and me and they get treated like chattel. Theyâre seen as nothing but property and valued only by what they can be used for. Omegas are incredible beings. In ancient cultures they were revered, worshiped. Some cultures believed they were closest to the gods, and some thought they were gods sent to earth to bless those that deserved it. How far humanity has fallen.âÂ
âYou have a lot of respect for omegas.â Price says.Â
âRespect, love, care. Someone in this world has to. Thatâs why I became a specialist.â Dr. Keller smiles. âDidnât think Iâd end up here, but if I can help even just one omega, thatâs more than enough for me.â She pushes herself up to stand. âLetâs get her back to the barracks. Sheâll be more comfortable in a familiar atmosphere.âÂ
Price pushes himself to stand, keeping you close to his chest. Dr. Keller locks her office behind her before following Price as he carries you from the medical center.Â
âShe needs to eat.â Dr. Keller says. âShe wonât feel like it, but she needs the calories after that. She might be emotional and resistant for a bit, but once sheâs fully awake sheâll be alright. Well...that might be a bad way to describe it. If anything happens, or she starts getting worse. Call me.âÂ
âI will.â Price tightens his grip for a moment, pushing down the anger. He canât let it take over yet. He still has you to take care of. He still has his omega to look after.Â
Dr. Keller opens the door to the barracks for him, watching him walk down the hallway for a moment before turning and leaving.Â
Price opens your door, carrying you into your room. He lays you on your bed, making sure youâre comfortable before he steps back out the door. The scent of distress is heavy on him still, as is his building anger.Â
âMacTavish! Garrick!â He shouts, both of the betaâs doors opening almost immediately. âHave either of you seen Lieutenant Riley this morning?âÂ
Johnny frowns, both of them approaching the obviously agitated alpha. âNaw, I havenae seen him all morninâ.âÂ
âI thought he was training this morning.â Kyle says, a frown pulling at his brows too. âDid something happen?âÂ
He steps back into your room, the two betas following. Kyle sucks in a breath as he stares at you laying there, seemingly peacefully but the quickly suffocating scent tells him otherwise. He moves to your side, sinking down on the edge of the bed next to you.Â
âWhaâ happened?â Johnny asks, a subtle tremble to his voice.Â
âThere was an incident this morning.â Price says, digging into the very depths of his training to keep his head on straight. âSent her into distress.âÂ
âThat bastard.â Johnny growls. âWhen I find him-âÂ
âEasy.â Price says, putting a hand on the betaâs chest to stop him from his rampage. âYou and I are going to get some food and then come back here. Garrick, you stay with our girl. If anything starts to go wrong, you call Dr. Keller first, then me. Then, Iâve got ghost hunting to do.âÂ
âYe sure weâre alright, beinâ in her nest like this?âÂ
âItâs not much of a nest. Besides, our girl needs us.âÂ
ââS cozy, thatâs for sure.âÂ
âCould get used to it.âÂ
You have no control over the whine thatâs pulled from your chest as youâre thrust into consciousness. You feel a bit like youâve been hit by a truck, tossed from an airplane with no parachute, and like you just ran a marathon with no training, all at once.Â
âEasy, love.âÂ
Hands smooth over your face, calluses rough on your burning skin. You feel hot, yet not warm enough at the same time. Your skin is prickling, needing freedom but to be held tighter than you already are. Someone is in front of you, their hand the one on your face. Someone else is behind you, wrapped around your back, arms keeping you held tightly against them.Â
âCan ye open yer eyes for me, pretty girl?âÂ
Your eyelids feel like theyâre made of lead. You donât want to. You want to keep your eyes closed and sink back into oblivion where nothing hurts and youâre not confused. You let out another quiet whine before you force your eyes open, staring up at the blurry shape above you.Â
âThatâs it, lovely.â Soap says, his fingers still stroking your face. âThatâs a good girl.âÂ
âSoap?â You whine, your voice cracking.Â
He shushes you, tucking your face against his neck, letting you inhale his scent. âWe've got ye, lamb.â
Another hand trails down your arm, gently squeezing. You're sore, even your breaths make your body ache.Â
âYou remember what happened, love?â Gaz says quietly, his hand the one gently stroking your arm.Â
You inhale sharply, trying to clear the fog in your mind. âGhost...â You breathe, the images coming to your mind but the words are lost. âLeft me.âÂ
âAye.â Soap says, sounding hurt and disappointed. âHe was being a right bastard and left ye in the gym alone. Ye ran for the med center. Found the doctor.âÂ
âI...â You take a shaky breath, remembering the panic, the feeling of getting further and further from your body. âI was distressing.â
Gaz hums, wrapping his arms around you. âYou distressed, love. Dr. Keller got Price in there in time, worked you through it.â
You let out a shaky breath, letting yourself go limp between them. It makes sense why you feel so awful, why your head is swimming. âWhat time is it?â
âJust after lunch.â Gaz says.Â
âGave us hell tryinâ tae feed ye.â Soap says. âHalf fightinâ us, half out of it.âÂ
âGhost?â You ask, almost afraid to find out the answer.Â
âGot quite the verbal lashing from Cap'n Price.â Soap says. âWas gone for an hour yellinâ at him.â
It doesn't feel like enough, but you won't admit that out loud. You lean back against Gaz, letting both of their scents wash over you.Â
âHow do you feel, love?â Gaz asks.Â
âHurts.â You murmur, wrapping an arm around Soap.Â
âI know. I'm sorry you had to go through this.â Gaz says pressing a kiss to the back of your head. âJust relax, love. We've got you.âÂ
You let your eyes slip closed again, relaxing between the two betas. You don't care that they're in your room, squished together in your bed with you. You need them and their support.Â
You'd prefer having Price too, but you wonât dare say that out loud.
You fade in and out of sleep, letting them help you up a couple times as they move around, and move you around, helping you stretch to ease the ache in your joints and muscles. You wind up laying on Soap as Gaz goes to get dinner, his arms wrapped around your middle as you rest on his chest.Â
âI am sorry about Simon.â He says quietly, lips brushing your forehead.Â
âDonât apologize for him.â You murmur. âIt was partially my fault. I was egging him on.âÂ
âHe shouldnae done thaâ though.â Soap says. âLeavinâ ye like that. âS dangerous, and not just for you.âÂ
âI did good. I got out without running into anyone.â You say, trying to reassure yourself before you lose it again.Â
âYou did perfectly.â A voice says, making you jump.Â
Soap gently rubs your back as you blink up at Price. Heâs standing in the doorway, holding two trays of food. You hadnât even heard the door open.Â
âGo on and eat in the mess, Johnny.â Price says, setting the trays on your desk. âIâve got her for now.âÂ
Soap gently eases you off of him, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving you alone with Price. He carries over a tray, setting it on your nightstand before kneeling down in front of you. He turns on your lamp, illuminating the room more than it was with your nightlight and the fading light outside.Â
âHow do you feel?â He asks, taking your hand in his.Â
âSore.â You say, squeezing his fingers. âBut less than I was earlier. Moving around helped.â You sniffle, wiping the tear that escapes. âA bit weepy too.âÂ
Price smiles softly at you. âThatâs expected. Iâd be more worried if you werenât.â He cups your face. âYou did the right thing, taking the back exit and going for Dr. Kellerâs office.âÂ
âWas closer.â You murmur. âLess risk of running into someone.âÂ
Price nods. âI doubt anyone would have stopped you, but that is still a risk.â He grabs the tray from the nightstand. âEat up. I know you donât feel like it, but you need it.âÂ
Itâs almost like he read your mind. He moves to your desk, sitting in the chair. The food looks less appetizing than usual, but you know heâs right. Omegas expend a lot of energy while in distress. Youâll feel better if you eat. From the sounds of it, Gaz and Soap had attempted to feed you while you were still out of it, though youâre not sure how successful they were.Â
You eat mostly in silence, but you donât mind. You donât have the brain power to think enough for a conversation, and youâre more than happy to just bask in Priceâs calming presence.Â
Gaz and Soap return after dinner, Price taking his leave again. Youâre sure heâs busy, especially after this incident, but you canât help but feel the sting of it just a bit. He had helped you through your distress, calming you down. You want him to lay next to you, to hold the back of your neck and remind you that heâs here, that heâs got you.Â
That heâll never leave you like that.Â
Instead you curl up between Soap and Gaz, letting the calming present of betas relax you back to sleep.Â
Youâre not sure what time it is when you wake up. Soap is gone, but Gaz is still pressed against your back, breathing evenly. You grab one of the phones off the nightstand, glancing at the time. Itâs just past one a.m. Youâre feeling thirsty again, and like you need to stretch your legs. Gaz is coiled around you, and youâre not sure how to get out without waking him up. You donât want to disturb him, and you want a second to breathe and clear your head without the influence of his scent.Â
You carefully roll away enough to grab the strawberry pillow off the floor from where it likely rolled after Soap left. You slowly ease it between your bodies until heâs wrapped around the pillow, settling with a sigh. You let out a quiet breath, rising from the bed slowly and padding quietly to the door. Your eyes are on him as you unlock it, slipping out quickly. You leave it cracked open before sneaking down the hallway towards the rec room.Â
Itâs quiet in the barracks, almost eerily so as you slip into the empty room, heading for the fridge. You stand there, half debating on a beer instead of water. Perhaps a little alcohol might numb at least some of the ache in your joins, or at least clear your mind a bit. You hate the taste of beer, though, and Gaz would know immediately.Â
You sigh, grabbing a water, the back of your neck prickling as you stand up. You close the fridge door, whirling around, a scream caught in your throat.Â
âAre you going to scream?â Ghostâs voice rumbles from behind his mask. Heâs standing just inside the rec room, blocking the doorway.Â
âAre you going to hurt me?â You ask, flattening yourself against the fridge.Â
âWhy would I do that?â He has the gaul to sound almost confused.Â
âYou seemed pretty eager to this morning.â You say, clutching the water bottle to your chest. âYou abandoned me.âÂ
âI didnât. I was right behind you the whole time, until you went into the med center.â He explains, as if itâs the simplest thing in the world.Â
âWell how was I supposed to know that?â You snap, getting agitated by the alpha and how heâs treated you thus far. âYou just up and left me by myself in a vulnerable place. How was I supposed to know you were still there? For all I knew you were halfway back to the barracks. Was I just supposed to blindly trust that you would be there, that you would follow me if I decided to brave walking past a bunch of worked up alphas? I canât trust that. I canât trust you like that.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âBecause you havenât given me a reason to!â You almost shout it, just managing to keep control over your volume so you donât accidentally wake the others. âYou donât like me, you keep treating me like shit. Just going off of that, I wouldnât put it past you to just up and leave me to fend for myself.âÂ
âI wouldnât.âÂ
âBut you did! You did today! You put me in danger! I distressed because of you! I havenât distressed since-â You cut yourself off, deflating a bit at your near slip of words. Youâre not sure you want to open that can of worms, allow for that kind of vulnerability with the alpha that had nearly killed you earlier. But, maybe you do need that kind of vulnerability. Maybe he needs it. âSince I was taken to the institute.â You finish, feeling yourself deflating a bit.Â
Tears prick at your eyes, his own figure visibly deflating a bit. That scent is back, the one from a couple nights ago when you had run into him in a similar situation. You want out of here, you want back to the safety of doors around you, doors that could be opened and Ghost pulled from you easily if needed.Â
âMove.â You say, bravely squaring up to the alpha blocking you in.Â
He says your name like a warning, not budging an inch.Â
âMove!â You shout, going for his middle with your shoulder, but heâs faster, catching you before you can hit him.Â
âCalm down.â He growls, trying to hold your squirming form.Â
One scream. One scream and the others would be on you. How quickly could Ghost act, though? How quickly could his hand close around your throat and squeeze, or maybe even twist?Â
âCalm down!â He growls again, forcing you backwards.Â
Your feet slip on the tile, sending you back onto your back. You wince at the jolt to your already sore body, the air leaving your lungs in a harsh gasp. Ghost sinks down to the floor next to the couch, leaning against the side of it like he canât bear to hold himself up anymore.Â
âIt was a long time ago.â He starts, the tiredness evident in his voice. His eyes are on the floor in front of you, not even looking up as you push yourself up onto your elbows. âBack when I was a newly made Sergeant. My first deployment, first mission. We were hunting a man, real scum of the earth, chasing him through the jungle.âÂ
You almost want to stop him, unsure if he can even be telling you this, but you canât bring yourself to say anything.Â
âThings got complicated when he swept through a village, picked up all the local omegas. He was using them as human shields. We cornered him in some run down shack. Him, his men, and the poor omegas. The commanding officer in charge of the mission started hostage negotiations, tried to get him to let the omegas go. He knew heâd lost, heâd never get out of there without being captured or killed.â Ghost shakes his head, letting out a heavy breath. âSo he agreed. The commanding officer had to have known. We all should have known.âÂ
He goes silent, the quiet of the barracks and the world outside almost eerie. Youâre sitting up now, almost holding your breath in anticipation. Youâre not sure heâs ever spoken this much to you at once before, much less something thatâs obviously so vulnerable, and potentially confidential.Â
âHe sent the omegas out in all directions, running straight at us. We were ordered to stay where we were. We couldnât run out there, we couldnât help them.â His hands close into fists, his scent souring. âThey started firing at the omegas. There was one running straight at me. I still remember her, the look on her face. The fear in her eyes as she raced towards me.â He squeezes his eyes shut. âI remember how the blood felt splattering on my face. The bullet shot right past my ear. She fell close enough I could have reached out and touched her. Clean shot right through the back of her head.âÂ
He shakes his head, finally looking at you. Tears have gathered in your eyes as you stare at him. His scent is sour, tinged with the tanginess that you had smelled a couple nights ago when he ran into you coming back from the rec room.
Fear.Â
That scent is fear.Â
âI still think about it. What if I had disobeyed orders? What if I had just reached out to help her? Would she have made it? Could we have brought at least one omega back to that village? Would the bullet have hit me instead?â He lets out a long breath. âI still have nightmares about it. See it clear as day, that look on her face seconds before her life ended.âÂ
Youâre moving, crawling closer to him. He doesnât move, not even a blink or a flinch as you get closer and closer until youâre in front of him, close enough to see the light blonde color of his lashes. He still wonât look at you, his gaze on the floor as you sit in front of him.Â
âYou saw me.â You say softly, not needing him to explain further. âInstead of some omega, it was me in your dream. Youâre afraid. Thatâs why you treat me the way you do. Youâre scared if you get close to me, if you allow me into the pack, allow me into this life, that something like that will happen to me. Thatâs why you were afraid that night, when I went to the rec room to grab water. You woke up from a nightmare about me.âÂ
He doesnât say anything, but you donât need him to. Youâre beginning to understand him now. One moment of vulnerability and the complex specter that is Ghost is beginning to become clearer and clearer to you. Heâs beginning to take shape, forming out of the mists of confusion and aggression that have plagued you since your arrival in his life.Â
âThat doesnât make what you did okay.â You say, breaking the eerie silence again. âIt doesnât make the way you treat me okay, but I guess...I guess I can understand why now. Why youâre so hard on me, why you resist my mere existence here. You donât have to like me, Iâd just like you to be nice to me a little bit. Youâre never going to convince Soap not to pursue anything, so, youâre just going to have to get used to me being around.âÂ
The corners of his eyes crease. Itâs a half a second of movement, but you manage to catch it. He finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, eyes emotionless as they usually are when they look at you.Â
âI still donât forgive you for what you did.â You say, staring up at him. âAnd I donât trust you,â You pull your knees up to your chest. âBut I suppose I was also a bit at fault, saying those things to you.âÂ
âI deserved it.â He says. âI was being a dick.âÂ
Your brows raise as you stare at him. âAre you...apologizing?âÂ
âDonât rub it in.â He says, the warning clear in his tone.Â
âWell, I guess itâs a start.â You say. âI should probably get back to bed before Gaz notices Iâm gone.âÂ
Ghost lets out a huff. âIâm surprised you escaped without him noticing.âÂ
You shrug, pushing yourself up to stand slowly. âHeâs snuggling a stuffed strawberry right now, so...that probably says a lot about one of us and Iâm not sure which is worse.âÂ
âCome on.â Ghost motions with his head. âLast thing we need is another panic at 2 am.âÂ
âAnother panic?â You ask, dropping your voice to a whisper as you leave the rec room.Â
Ghost chuckles. âYouâll have to ask Johnny about that one.âÂ
You stare at him for a moment as you stand in front of your cracked door. âGoodnight, Ghost.âÂ
He nods to you before you slip in, closing and locking the door. He stands there, listening to the bed shift as you crawl back into Kyleâs hold. He can picture the way the betaâs limbs coil around you like a snake. Would you lie facing him and cling to him like a koala? Or would you prefer facing away from him, letting him envelop you in a feeling of security and protection?Â
Ghost shakes his head, inhaling the faint whiff of your scent still in the air before he turns, staring at his door for a moment before moving back down the hall, slipping into Johnnyâs room instead.Â
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as big as the friend confession scene is i love this part best. laios is ofc still under the impression that kabru likes monster food and went thru this big effort to make something special for him and then kabru goes out of his way to be so warm and sweet, and frankly a bit flirtatious like i know he thinks that exit killed it
and hes kinda right bc laios cannot stop staring after him when he leaves and i cannot attribute all that to him being confused about what kabru meant by "dont forget me next time". like laios means it if he says something like "meeting you was the best part of this" those are not empty words even if hes under a false impression about kabru--i dont think its just that kabru shared his interest that has his attention either. i think its bc kabru really engaged with him. i dont think his opinion wouldve changed much if kabru said "nahhhh im good i wont eat a monster cool for you tho have fun" instead of saying he would try it
(and he really is trying the 'laugh at anything he says so he'll feel special' strat here huh.....)
and kabru despite being a stranger he helped get thru to shuro about falins resurrection
and he does it with a sensitivity and care that laios wishes he was capable of and he know it limits him as a leader
the thought laios keeps having about kabru isnt "wow he loves monsters too!" its "wow he is sooooo nice :3" which he is! at this stage he likes kabru bc he feels heard by him and kabru has qualities he knows he lacks but admires greatly and didnt make fun of him or call him weird for his interest in monsters
the way kabru acts and thinks about laios at this point feels allegorical to how people feel in new relationships. can i trust you? are you who you seem? if i tell you how ive been hurt, will you use this to hurt me or to protect me? i dont know yet, but i like you so far, so im going to show you the self that i think you'll like best. i want to impress you. i want you to trust me so maybe i can trust you
so much of dungeon meshi is about the way that we accidentally hurt our loved ones because we cant always understand them, or we dont know whats best for them when theyve been hurt in such complex ways, or because were too scared of being hurt again to tell them not to press into the bruise (see: chimera falin, falin giving up parts of her life to suit/protect marcille and laios bc she loves them, laios driving marcille deeper into the winged lions grip TWICE with his advice in the nightmares and again with the dungeon rabbits, everything chilchuck has ever done in his whole life, laios' father's everything also, and this is a labru post so ofc kabru lying about wanting to eat monsters to impress laios) i wouldnt be surprised if the allegory was intentional
anyways this part of their relationship budding into a toxic little flower theyll have to prune later is very cute to me and i really like reading it again knowing how they turn their relationship around later into one built on a mutual understanding and trust
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A/N: Ngl, this was supposed to be a drabble⊠Anyway, I was listening to 2nd gen K-pop while listening to this, which is so counterintuitive because I was vibing to Gee while writing some of the craziest smut Iâve written in a while. Anyways, hope yâall enjoy <333 Answers đ„ anon's request!
Minors don't interact, 18+
Pairing: Roomate Perv!Hyunjin x Perv!afab Reader
WC: 3k (oh!)
Warnings: Pervy reader and Jinnie, unprotected sex, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, use of vibrator, call reader names (whore, slut, good girl, ectâŠ)
Your window cracked ever so slightly, allowing you to feel the spring breeze, but not enough to allow bugs and pollen to infiltrate your room. Your clock in the corner of your room was clicking away as the seconds passed. The only thing on your mind was what you were going to order for dinner. Before you could even shout out to your roommate, asking him what he wanted to eat, he barged into your room. The door ricocheted off the stopper causing you to look up.Â
âWhat do you want to eat Hwang?â you asked, turning around so your back was touching your bed. He knew it was your week to order food, but that wasnât what he was here for. âJust get whatever, Iâm not pickyâ
Before he could even continue, you cut him off, stopping him mid-sentence, his mouth hung open.
âDude, last time you said that you threw a 45-minute tantrum of how âit wasnât what you wantedâ and made me order a whole separate dish, only for you to eat mine because you were hungry and didnât want to wait that long.â
âHey, if you got it right the first time, we wouldnât have been in that situationâ he huffed, jumping on your bed, causing you to lift a bit.Â
He was wearing a black hoodie and some gray sweatpants, per usual. His new eyebrow piercing was right in your face as you turned to him. He chuckled, stealing your phone, and looking through the options to eat from.Â
Turning around so your breasts were pushed against your bed. They were slightly spilling out from your tanktop, but it was too warm to care. You didnât understand how your friend wasnât burning up in his outfit, but you didnât care enough to ask.Â
âSo, what are we getting to eatâ you asked, trying to take your phone back from his grasp, but he stopped you.Â
Damn him and his weirdly long fingers that no man should have. âI was thinking, beer and chicken? Itâs simple enough and we still have some cans left over so I wonât drain your bank accountâ he grinned.Â
You simply nodded, telling him to order it while you went to the bathroom. What you didnât know was that wasnât all Hyunjin did. A couple of weeks ago, when he asked to borrow your phone to send pictures of himself from a party the two of you attended with the rest of your friends, he saw pictures you took of yourself, in the cutest set heâs ever seen.Â
He knows that he constantly sees you in your short clothes all the time, but something about you wearing a pink lacy set had him weak in his knees. He came twice just thinking about it, the image burned into the back of his retinas.Â
He needed to see it again, so while you were doing your nighttime skincare routine, he went through your phone trying to find the photo. What he didnât expect was there to be multiple angles and even multiple sets. He felt his cock harden in his pants, trying not to groan at the sight of you in barely anything.Â
He quickly took out his phone from his hoodie pocket, making sure that you werenât out yet, and airdropped himself the photos, so there wasnât any evidence of what he was doing.Â
He put his phone back in his pocket and exited out of your photos app just in time. You came out of the bathroom, your hair pushed back with a bunny hair band, whilst tossing one to him. âCome on, you know the drillâ you giggled as he took off his hoodie, revealing his toned stomach and navel piercing.
He had gotten it with his eyebrow piercing after Jisung had dared him to. You were there for the entire thing, not expecting him to actually go through with it, but for some reason he did. It looked good though, so you werenât going to complain.Â
He eventually put on the headband, after a minute of his dramatic sighs and protests. You knew he could never say no to you. You giggled at him, realizing how silly you both looked, but not complaining.Â
You pulled at him, trying to drag him off your bed so the two of you could watch a movie in the comfort of your living room.Â
The layout of your apartment was a bit off. Your rooms were right next to each other, and you both had your own bathrooms and walk-in closet. Which was nice, especially due to how much money the two of you spent on clothes.Â
Your living room was much smaller than others, connecting to your kitchen, but the two of you didnât complain. It was homey and perfect for the two of you, and for the rest of your friends whenever they came over for your weekâs movie night.Â
You both finally made it to the living room after Jinnie complained that âyour bed is too comfortableâ and âHow am I supposed to leave if Sergent Bingo doesnât want me to?âÂ
You giggled at that, knowing how much he loved the stuffed animal that lived on your bed that he had won for you at the fair the first year of living together.Â
âI think he will live, plus we can bring him with us if it means so much to you!âÂ
He just sighed as he got up, wrapping his arms around the stuffed bear and muttering about how Bingo didnât appreciate being moved from his habitat.Â
âYou are such a big babyâ you giggled, sitting on the couch next to him, wrapping a blanket around your body as you attempted to find something for the two of you to watch.Â
âAm notâÂ
âAre tooâ Â
Before he could rebuttal, the doorbell rang, causing you both to turn your heads. âFoods hereâ You got up, throwing the blanket at his face, laughing at his shocked expression.Â
You got the food from the delivery man, thanking him for walking up all the steps to your apartment. âWhat did you order again?â you yelled from the kitchen, getting paper plates and beer cans from the fridge.Â
âI got those cheese balls that you always fawn over, then just original and galbi because we both like thatâÂ
You got back to your seat, cracking open one of the cans of beer as the two of you began to watch a K-drama that Seungmin had recommended, Move To Heaven.
Two episodes in, and the two of you were sobbing, the food was gone, and the beers that were previously in your hands were splayed across the table.Â
âI canât believe that happened to him, what did he do to deserve this?â you sobbed, hugged Hyunjin who was also on the verge of tears.Â
âI mean, who kills them off the first episode, like he did not need that happening to himâ he said, hugging you back.Â
âI think thatâs enough for today,â you said, wiping the tears off your face as you turned off the TV. Hyunjin threw away all the boxes and plates as you collected the blankets, folding them and putting them away in the storage closet next to the living room.Â
âGood night, sleep tight!â you said to Hyunjin as he began walking to his room. He bid you a good night as well, laughing at the way you were holding Sergent Bingo above your head as you entered your room.Â
Little did either of you know that you were in fact not sleeping tight.
You had taken out the vibrator your friend had gifted to you for your birthday, making sure it was fully charged before pressing it against your clit. It was small, but it did the job perfectly, always leaving you satisfied.Â
You usually never got off when Hyunjin was home, but you had been so pent up for the last month, that you just had to do something about it. You couldnât wait any longer, you removed your shorts and underwear in one go and began to tease your slit.Â
You could feel the cool air hitting your legs and cunt, the small hairs on your legs sticking up at the sensation, but you ignored it, the only thing on your mind being Hyunjin.Â
The way he looked today, the way he smelt. You would think a grown man wearing a bunny headband couldnât be hot, but you were wrong. The way he licked his fingers, trying to get the sauce off them, all you could imagine if that was how he would eat you out.
Would he suck on your clit like he did his fingers, how would they feel inside you? You thought back to his grey sweatpants, the way you could see the imprint of his dick against them, causing you to rub your thighs in front of him. You prayed that he didnât see you, but if he did would he help you?
You could feel yourself getting wetter at every passing moment, your finger rubbing against your clit. It wasnât enough though, you needed more stimulation or else you wouldnât be able to get anywhere.Â
You turned on your vibrator, allowing the low hum of it to overtake your room. You began to slowly press it against your clit, low moans escaping your lips as you press it harder onto yourself. You tried to keep quiet, but it felt so fucking good, that you didnât notice the moans escaping your lips.Â
But Hyunjin noticed, he could hear each moan escaping your lips. He was devouring each one like it was a hymn. He could feel his cock getting harder, straining against his boxers and sweats, it isnât weird that heâs hearing you right?
If he just happens to jerk off right now, it wouldnât be weird, right? He just happened to feel the need to get off at the same time as you. It wasnât your moans that were making him this hard.Â
Thatâs what he kept telling himself as he pulled his cock out of his boxers and sweats. He began to languidly stroke his cock to the sounds of your moans, using the pre-cum leaking from his tip as lube.Â
He slowly pulled out his phone, looking at the pictures that he had airdropped himself earlier. Were you wearing the set you had in the picture, were you lying down like this, all pretty with your legs spread out just for him?Â
Would you be able to take his cock, or would you whine that itâs too much, how your tight little cunt couldnât take it?Â
His body shivered as he could feel himself getting closer, but it all stopped when he heard another broken moan escape your lips.
âJinnie-ahâÂ
He couldnât believe it, you werenât moaning his name. It was just his imagination until he heard it again. The whimper that escaped your lips as you moaned out his name.Â
âHyunjin, fuckkkâÂ
His body went rigid, he quickly got up, dressed himself, and pressed his ear against your shared wall. He needed to hear you say his name again. He had to make sure it was his name you were moaning.Â
You couldnât cum, it wasnât enough, no matter how much you tried. You were so pent up, you needed to cum, but you just couldnât, so you began crying. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to fuck yourself with your fingers as your vibrator was still attacking your clit, but it wasnât enough.Â
That was til you heard your door creak open, there you saw Hyunjin. You tried to cover your body as fast as you could, but he didnât let you, ripping your blanket off your body, leaving you in just your tank top.Â
âSuch a fucking whore, moaning my name. You were just begging for me to hear you, right baby? Poor little thing canât cum by herself, she needs my fingers, doesnât she?â Â
You just nodded, no longer feeling ashamed, feeling the need to cum. âItâs okay baby, Iâm here to help. Sometimes whores canât get off by themselves, thatâs why you need meâ
He got on top of you, his knees pressed into your bed, trapping your thighs between them. He kissed your lips, nibbling at your bottom lip before moving his lips down to your neck, sucking at your skin.Â
âWho do you need baby?â he asked, removing his lips from your neck, running his finger against your slit, feeling how wet you were.
âNeed youâ you whined underneath him as his finger pressed against your clit. âThen why were you using this instead of coming to me?â he asked, holding up your vibrator.Â
âIs this better than me?â he asked, pressing his finger against your clit, causing you to moan. âCome on baby, you canât be this dumb?â He asked you again, slapping your face slightly, sticking his thumb in your mouth, causing you to suck.Â
âItâs okay, I can make you cum like the whore you areâ he chuckled before taking his finger out of your mouth and began to finger your hole. âFuck you are so tightâÂ
âMhm, only for you Jinnieâ you moaned as he began to thrust his fingers faster into you, adding another one. Your walls were clenching around him. âLook at you, so close to cumming. Canât believe you were using this flimsy little thing. Should we see if it really works?âÂ
Before you could even comprehend what was going on, he turned on your vibrator, pressing it against your clit.Â
âFUCK!â you moaned, you felt like you were so close to cumming, it only took Hyunjin another curl of his fingers in your cunt to make you cum around his fingers. Your body was convulsing around him, your thighs enclasping his hands.Â
âAh ah, you are going to take my cock baby. Why do I think I prepped you? Moaning my name like the fucking slut you are. You are the one who caused thisâ he whispered into your ear while dragging your hand to his pants, allowing you to feel how hard his cock was for you.
He flipped you around while pulling down his own boxers and sweats, throwing them somewhere in your room. You took a look behind you to see his cock, and your jaw dropped. He was huge in length, not as much in girth, but his cock was so pretty.Â
His tip was pink and leaking precum while he had multiple veins running alongside his cock. âHow is that going to fit?â you whimpered, âDonât worry, Iâll make it fit baby.âÂ
He slapped his cock on your ass before sliding the tip along your slit, causing you to moan. He lifted you by your hair, wrapping it around his hand, causing you to cry at the sharp sting. âLook at my cock baby, fuck, have never felt this fucking hard in my life. You are gonna make me feel good arenât you baby? Going to take my cock like the good girl you areâÂ
âYes, gonna take your cock, gonna take it so wellâ you whimpered as he pushed the tip inside of you.Â
âFeels so goodâ you moaned as he let go of your hair, your head loling on the side of your pillow.Â
âFuck baby, barely have the tip in and you are so fucking tight. Canât wait til I make you mineâÂ
He slowly began to thrust his cock into you, adding an inch at a time. But as your walls clenched around him, he lost all of his patience, thrusting his cock deep inside of you. Â
He slowly took his cock out of you, leaving only the tip in, only to thrust back into you with full force.Â
âYou planned this didnât you?â he asked, as he continued to pound into you. Your face was deep in your pillows, your voice muffled, so he yanked at your hair, causing you to moan.
âSpeak when you are spoken you slutâ he slapped your ass, causing you to moan. âYou planned this didnât you, the photos of you in your camera roll. You moaning my name so loud the entire floor could youâÂ
âWhat if I did?â you said giggling. This only enraged him more, causing him to thrust into you faster. Your hair was still in his hand, your back arched against his chest. âSuch a fucking whore, making me think I was a pervert when you orchestrated everything.âÂ
âJust wanted you, are you that mad at meâ you whimpered as he took one of his hands to rub your clit.Â
âI could never be mad at you baby, you know thatâ he kissed your neck before letting your hair go, your face falling back into the pillows. He lifted your hips a bit higher, causing you to scream out his name, which was fortunately muffled by the pillows underneath you.Â
âI can feel you baby,â he said, feeling the way your walls were clamping his cock âcum for me baby, cum on my cock and take my cum like youâve always wanted toâ he said, kissing your back.Â
That was all you needed to cum on his cock, he used one of his hands to muffle your screams, not wanting to wake everyone up. It didnât end there though, he continued to rut into you, chasing his own high.Â
âPlease Jinnie, too much canât take it anymoreâ you whimpered underneath him, but that didnât stop him. He needed to cum, he needed to mark you as his. âFuck baby, you can take it, just a little more there we goâÂ
He came with a moan, filling you up with cum and making you squirm underneath him. He kissed your lips before falling next to you, pushing the hair out of your face.
âI hope that was okay,â he said, looking at you a bit ashamed.Â
âOkay? That was amazing, I think thatâs the hardest Iâve ever cum in my lifeâ you said, kissing his lips. âThe only thing I think is not okay is Sergent Bingo, his poor innocent eyesâ which caused you both you laugh. You both wrapped your arms around one another, falling asleep in each otherâs embrace.
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"Jungkook returns from a work trip, which kept you away from each other for three long weeks. He seeks comfort in the fact that he can finally fall asleep next to you again. Come morning however, those giddy feelings turned into fiery desire. It doesn't matter that you are still sleeping. Jungkook missed you and he needs you."
âą Requested by @seagulljk âą
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut
Warnings: cute love notes, naked cuddling, sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, mommy kink, she calls him Bunny, consensual somnophilia, humping of her butt, thigh fucking, needy!Kook, begging, needy kisses, praise kink, good boy kink, spooning position, he cums too soon, creampie, sloppy oral (f.receiving), cum eating, pussy fingering, hair pulling (m.receiving), a bit of nipple play, body worshipping, possessive talk (he is all like "I'm yours"), subby boy tears, cuddly aftercare
Wordcount: 5.7k
a/n: I haven't heard from you in ages *stares longingly into distance* you requested this for Kinktober 22 and I finally finished it. it also fits perfectly into my biggest wish which is "kook comes homes". enjoy besties, this is so lovely â€
Not being home has become way too regular for him. Jungkook hates it. He hates it so much. The penthouse is quiet once again when he arrives. There was no delay in flights or traffic jams, it is simply that his plane landed late. And he hates it. He hates how often he has to leave these days.
You knew of his late arrival and therefore Jungkook is greeted with a sticky note on the coat hanger. He picks it up, reading it as he slips out of his coat.Â
âWelcome home Bunny! Check fridge :DâÂ
Jungkook smiles and slips the note into the front pocket of his suit. He discards the suitcase by the stairs like always on his way to the fridge. He opens it. His eyes instantly drift to the container of fried rice and the array of side dishes. He takes them out, eyes drifting to the second sticky note on one of the containers. He picks it up and reads it.Â
âYaay you found me :DâŠâÂ
Jungkook smiles, scrunching his nose as he continues reading.
â...you can warm up the rice if you want to and add some cheese on top. I put all my love into it âĄâŠâ
Jungkook feels his heart flutter. He hugs the sticky note to his chest and closes his eyes. One little squeeze and then he continues.
â...sorry I couldnât be there. Today drained me :(...âÂ
âOh no, Iâm sorryâ, Jungkook whispers and pouts.
â...I hope you are home safe. I adore you, my love âĄâ
He smiles again, âI adore you too, my love.âÂ
He gives the sticky note a kiss and places it on the counter for later safe storing. He keeps a box with all your memories and little letters in his home office. Actually, it is three boxes and he is in the midst of filling up the fourth one. Jungkook likes to keep everything. Truly everything concerning your relationship. Your sweet notes will find their warm home with all the other precious memorabilia tomorrow morning once he slept his jetlag off.
He puts the container of rice into the microwave and uses the time to carry his luggage upstairs. Heâll do the laundry tomorrow. He slips out of his suit and changes into a simple t-shirt and sweats combo, then hurries downstairs again. The food is warmed up and ready, filling his nose with a mouth-watering scent. He takes the container and the side dishes and eats them standing by the kitchen island and with his eyes zoned out on the city lights.
Itâs a good time. Jungkook missed your food so much. It is once again important to mention that he doesnât expect you to cook and that you do so because you want to. If you suddenly decide to stop cooking, Jungkook would be sad because he loves your food the most, but he wouldnât be angry. You do this voluntarily and Jungkook loves every single dish you make. Tonightâs dish tastes especially good. You grilled chicken breast and some vegetables and you even added canned tuna to the rice, topping everything off with a savoury-spicy sauce. Jungkook loves it so much.
He had to be without you for twenty days. It was hell again. Of course it was because he wasnât with you. He missed everything about you and that also included your food. It tastes so good. So homemade, so full of love and care. Jungkook enjoys every bite as if it was his first, humming and moaning to himself as he enjoys the good food.Â
Once done and happily sated, Jungkook washes the dishes and puts them back into their shelves. He wipes the part of the kitchen island counter he ate on and then makes his way to the upstairs bathroom to wash up. Afterwards and without any clothes on, he finally walks to the bedroom.
He is tired and more than anything, he misses you.Â
He sadly walks by the little sticky note you left on the bedroom door because he didnât have the lights on. He will find it tomorrow and read it with sparkly eyes. It says something along the line that behind this door his snuggles are waiting. You are such a cheesy romantic these days. Jungkook loves it so much.Â
The blinds are closed completely. Like always, Jungkook uses the light of his phone screen to tiptoe to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth. Like always, he only uses his phone flashlight for vision and like always, he uses his phone screen again as he tiptoes to the bed. He turns on his purposefully-weak night light and uses it to apply lip balm and drink some water. Then he slips under the cover, keeping the nightlight on for a little longer. You are turned to him, sleeping halfway on your stomach and with your cheek squished.Â
Jungkook feels his heart swell and his stomach tingle. He reaches out and moves some of your hair out of your face. He brushes the back of his fingers down your temple and cheek, holding your hand afterwards. His thumb is drawing hearts on your skin.Â
âI missed youâ, he whispers and moves closer to kiss your cheek, your temple and lastly your eyelid as gently as possible.Â
He gives the shell of your ear a soft kiss as well and caresses the back of your head before putting some distance between you and him.Â
He turns off the nightlight and holds your hand again. He didnât even have to look for it. He knew exactly where he would find it.Â
He closes his eyes. He is so exhausted from travelling and finally being with you again is doing the rest to him. He is home again. And home means sleep. Jungkook listens to your breathing and finds healing in the sound of it.
Seconds later, he has joined you in dreamland, smiling faintly because nothing beats sleeping next to you.
Jungkook opens his eyes to darkness. He was wrong. There is one thing which can beat sleeping next to you. Waking up with you in his arms.Â
You are his little spoon, giving him warmth. He must have reached for you in his sleep or maybe you cuddled into him in your sleep. Whatever the case, Jungkook slept for nine hours and is waking up with you in his arms. Your scent is the only thing he takes in, he can feel your back sink and rise as you breathe, there is a little wet spot on his arm where you are drooling on him.Â
Jungkook smiles and pulls you closer. You would hate it, but you are so cute right now. You would probably wrestle him for it â gently of course and with love â if you read his thoughts right now, but Jungkook thinks you are cute as you drool on his arm.Â
His blanket slipped halfway off his body so that only the back side of his body was covered, while his front was pressed against your body. Your blanket served as a barrier and Jungkook doesnât like that. He shimmies back just enough so that he can open the blanket and slip under. So now he has two blankets covering him and your body against hisâ.
He feels his breath hitch. You arenât wearing clothes either. Your body is so warmed up from sleep, your skin is so soft. Jungkook feels his emotions overwhelm him. He was ready for everything but not to cuddle you naked on the first morning together again. He pulls you into his chest and exhales shakily. Your legs tangle as best as possible. Your butt applies pressure on his crotch. Jungkook feels whole again. This kind of emotion only you can give him. This kind of connection and comfort.Â
This work trip didnïżœïżœt leave him as anxious as previous ones did. You visited him for three days in the middle of it, which made it easier to bear, but it was still not easy. Jungkook still had to go seventeen days without you and the last week of the trip was hell. The hours were inhumanely long, the nights were lonely and the yearning unbearable. So Jungkook finds healing in holding you as your bodies share the most intimate of states.Â
He stays like this for quite a while. Holding you. Feeling you. Breathing you. And experiencing you. This is what heaven is. This is it. This is the only thing which will make everything better again. Jungkook will fight through all the hellish work trips in the world if at the end of them, your hug awaits.Â
Jungkook sighs and relaxes his muscles. He falls asleep again like this. The comfort of cuddling you naked dragged him right down into sweet dreams. He sleeps for another hour, then he wakes again. You are still sleeping, holding his hand by now. Your position hasnât changed, but the state of one certain body part has.Â
He got a boner.Â
Jungkook didnât plan on getting hard. His plan was to cuddle and snuggle you until late into the morning and then when you wake up, kiss you for hours with the sweet thought that maybe passionate sex will follow.
He wasnât planning on getting hard already, but it seems that his body has different plans for him. Itâs not even one of his normal boners. The kind he always gets in the morning because he is a healthy man with healthy blood circulation.Â
This hard on aches and he knows for a fact that it wonât go away after a few minutes. It is here to stay and it is here to torture him.Â
It is currently squished between his body and your butt. The pressure, which once gave him comfort, is torturing him. You are so soft and warm that it gets difficult not to move.Â
He tries to check if maybe you are awake by giving your hand a little shake. You pull his hand closer, but stay unmoving otherwise. You are still asleep.Â
Jungkook takes a deep breath, feeling dizzy. He has two options. Ignore the boner and suffer or attempt to find relief by rubbing himself against you.Â
He knows that you wouldnât mind if he did. You and he know that somno is allowed and appreciated, so Jungkook is aware that he has consent to get off with your sleeping body. He still hesitates. He always does because he feels like such a dirty man whenever he does it. He is embarrassed about getting so needy that he canât even control himself anymore. And he also feels as if he is soiling your body. You are so precious to him, so to secretly find relief with you always leaves him feeling a little guilty.
You would call him a stupid noodle if you knew his thoughts.Â
Jungkook feels needy tingles go through his legs. The reminder of his beloved nickname made him even hornier. He loves being your stupid noodle and he always gets giddy when you call him this way.Â
He wiggles his hips. Slowly. Just a little. His pretty cockhead grinds against your butt up and down.Â
He squeezes your hand, muffling his shaky sigh in the back of your head. This felt so good. He wants to experience it again.Â
He wiggles his hips. His cock moves. Up and down. The sensation is electric. Your skin is so soft. Your warmth seeps so deep into his cock. He wants more.
He moves his hips and does it a second time right afterwards. His legs feel so, so warm as the pleasure emits from his cock.
âOh godâ, he sighs, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He is propped up on his elbow this way, using the new support to roll his hips into you. Your scent fills his nose as he inhales deeply in reaction to the grinds. Mellifluous and warm from sleep. You only smell like this when you spent hours cozy and comfy under the covers. You get this addicting sweetness to you. He always feels droopy from it.
Jungkook wets your skin because it makes him so, so needy to have it fill his senses. It makes grinding so much easier and for his needy hips to chase the short relief with eagerness.Â
He wants to fucking scream, this feels so good. Grinding hasnât felt that good in ages. Jungkook knows itâs because he hadnât been home for such a long time. The thought that he wasnât, makes him want you even more.Â
Jungkook reaches between your bodies and grabs his own cock. He bends it so he can push it between your thighs. The friction is intense, bordering painful. It would be so much easier if he used lube. He canât reach it right now. You are in the middle of the bed and if he moved too much, heâd wake you.
Jungkook bites down on his lower lip and pushes harder. It burns. He swallows the pain and pushes one last time. Your thighs welcome his cock, letting him sink between them. They hug and squeeze, feeling oh so hot around him.Â
âMommyâ, Jungkook moans and pulls his hips back. His cock slides from between your thighs. He pushes it back inside, leaving trails of wetness. It begins covering more and more of your skin, making the fucking easier.Â
Jungkook pulls back just to push inside. He does it over and over again, biting his lower lip so hard that it starts to hurt. If he wouldn't muffle himself, heâd wake you up with incessant moaning. Your thighs are so soft. The position they are in as you slumber, makes them press together naturally and therefore get so, so tight to fuck.Â
No wonder it hurt at first until he got embarrassingly needy. He gets wet so easily. The friction isnât uncomfortable anymore. It is still there, but it feels amazing. It makes sure to drag and move his sensitive skin right over the spots which are filled with the most nerve endings and Jungkook canât stop.
He fucked himself needy. There is no escape anymore. He has to continue. His boner wouldnât ever go down otherwise.
âHoly fuck, Mommyâ, he whimpers and drags his parted lips over your neck in what try to be kisses. He is so, so drooly in his worshiping attempt, but he canât help himself. Your thighs make him feel so, so, so woozy.Â
He kisses, licks and sucks your neck with closed eyes and his leaky cock twitching between your thighs. Small moans escape him. He has no control over them. He is too far gone. Too lost in how good you feel.Â
Oh how lost he is. So, so lost that he doesnât even realise he began slipping up until he suddenly feels something else grind against his cock as well. Your pussy. Soft. Your groomed pubes bring such a new sensation to the fuck.Â
âMommy pleaseâ, it makes Jungkook beg instantly. He closes his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as his hips pick up a needy pace.Â
This is making him desperate. He is so close to the warmest and softest spot of your body. He is right there. At his home. And he canât slip inside because the current position would end up hurting for you. You are too tight to slip in. Jungkook is left fucking his needy cock between your thighs and make do with what little contact he has to your pussy.
âMommy please wake upâ, he begs and sucks on your earlobe. He mewls and keens, finding immense relief in the sensation. His cock twitches, his body shivers, âoh godâ, he croaks. His lips are pressed to your ear as he begs, âplease Mommy, please.âÂ
You shift in his arms, rolling closer into his chest. Your head moves. Jungkookâs heart skips beats. His hips stutter in excitement.
âBunny?âÂ
âHey Mommy, heyâ, he gets out and mewls, âoh god, youâre awake.â
âWhatâs happening?â your voice is heavy in sleep. You sound so out of it still.Â
âIâm sorry. Mommy, Iâm sorry. I got hardâ, he confesses and whimpers as he fucks his cock between your thighs in example.Â
You are barely awake. You still feel disoriented from sleep, so the sensation of Jungkook fucking his cock between your thighs is hidden behind a droopy veil.Â
âPlease can I slip it in?â Jungkook begs and pulls you closer with his hand dimpling your side.
âMhm Bunny, youâre doing thingsâ, you lull and laugh sleepily, âyou stupid noodle.â
Jungkook trembles. Tears shoot to his eyes. He whimpers in overwhelming emotion.
âPlease Mommy, please Iâm begging you. Oh god, I wanna be inside so bad. Oh godâ, he babbles in high pitched pleas, shaking behind you as his twitchy cock leaks all over your skin.Â
His begs are muffled as well. You are so nicely gone in sleep still. You are very awake between your legs however. Jungkookâs needy humping brought all the attention right between them and woke you up. So while the rest of your body was still useless in sleepiness, you feel achingly awake on the spots where his cock grinds against you.
âPlease, Iâll be careful. Please, Iâm begging youâ, Jungkook pleads, struggling with his thrusts as his legs tremble, âoh god, I donât know what to do. It hurts so muchâ, he gets out and sobs into your neck, âMommy please make it stop, please.âÂ
âFuck, youâre so needyâ, you chuckle lazily, giving his hand a little squeeze. You shift your hips and lift your leg.Â
âNo, please moreâ, Jungkook begs and tries to push your leg down again.
âBunny, Iâm trying to give you access. What are you doing?â you laugh, shaking him off.
âOh. Oh god, Iâm so stupidâ, he babbles.
âNo, youâre not. Slip in, Bunny.â
âMommyâ, he whimpers and follows your order instantly. He pushes inside. The breach steals your breath away. Insane warmth fills your pussy instantly. Holy fuck, you missed him so much.Â
You reach behind yourself, burying your hand in his hair. You close your eyes because being filled with him feels too overwhelming not to.
âMommyâ, he whimpers, letting his head drop against the side of your face, âI love youâ, he squeaks and bottoms out. He shakes and trembles, soiling your cheek with a sloppy attempt at a kiss as his arms pull you tighter against him.
âI love you too, Bunny.â
âOh god, ahmhm.â
He chases you instantly. The sensation is too addicting not to. He whimpers and mewls as he does, leaving kiss marks all over your face. You have your head turned to him so you are getting kissed everywhere. Your cheek, your nose, your eyelid and forehead. Down your temple until he finally lingers on your lips for longer.Â
You receive them with closed eyes and a droopy smile. He feels so good. He feels so good filling you up, he feels so good holding you and he feels so good kissing your face. This is the best way to wake up. Nothing will ever top this.Â
You drop your leg again because you got tired. The sensation intensifies. You moan feeling your senses blur. He is inside you. It gets so intensely obvious now that you are so tight.
âMommyâ, he whimpers into the kiss, feeling his legs shake, âtight, ah.â
âI know. Feels so goodâ, you whisper with a dizzy head. You can feel him shift and move inside you. His cock is so soft and covered in your wet pleasure. It grinds against your butt and parts of your thighs each time he moves, leaving trails of wetness behind. You know that he us getting fucked twice. By your pussy and your thighs.Â
âItâs so intenseâ, he gets out and moans desperately.
âI know, youâre getting fucked so good. Mhm?â
âSo goodâ, he whimpers, âoh god, Mommy.â
âMy Bunnyâ, you moan and pull him back into a kiss as you finally show him the rhythm you want. He is a little sloppy at first until you calm him down with rubs to his neck and your tongue guiding hisâ.Â
And while his lips calm down against yours, his hips become needier. He pushes them against you as tightly as possible, keeping his cock so, so deep inside one might wonder if he tries to bury his balls in you as well. He probably would if he could.Â
Oh, he wants to fucking melt with you. He is so deep inside and yet he still aches. Not even your pussy is giving him the relief he needs. He keeps pressing against you, chasing the tight hug of your soft warmth with small circles of his hips.
You moan into the kiss, twisting his hair gently. Jungkook whimpers because he knows what this means. He is hitting the right spot. Or at least he is getting there.
He feels that you are different than on days where you dedicate a lot of time to foreplay. He knows that you havenât been paid attention to for enough time that your pussy could properly shift and change to take cock. But he is getting there. Your moans and needy twisting of his hair is letting him know.Â
He slides his right hand down your stomach, lingering on the lowest part for a moment. He presses down until he feels how his cock shifts inside.
The kiss breaks, âBunnyâ, you breathe and arch your back so you could press yourself closer. He is squeezing the sensitive parts right against his cock. The small circles of his hips give them a constant massage. It feels so good.
âIs it good? Am I careful enough?â he asks in a trembling voice.
âYeah, ahâ, you let out a little moan and pull him down against your lips.Â
Jungkook feels his cock throb. Not only on his cock but also against his hand. He doesnât know how to handle the increasing pleasure running through his veins and so he slides his hand from your stomach to rub your clit instead. He picks up some of the juices coating his cock and uses them to massage circles into your sensitive spot.Â
âBunny", you break the kiss again to gasp and moan. You throb under his fingers, convulse around his cock. The spots he hits inside gain in sensitivity. You are burning up.
âAm I doing good, Mommy?â he begs for your praise. Please. It is everything he needs.
âSo goodâ, you get out and push back against him, âgood Bunny, holy fuck ahâŠâ
âMommy", he sobs softly and feels his hips falter, âoh god, Iâm close.â
âSuddenly?âÂ
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He stops his thrusts in an attempt to calm down the approaching high, but he is too far gone. His thoughts are pushing him over the edge. You praised him. This is everything he needed.
âAh! Oh god, sorryâ, he moans and trembles, âno, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry, Mommy.â
You chuckle fondly, running your fingers through his hair. He is so adorable. Your sweet Bunny so, so excited from being praised that itâs throwing him over the edge.Â
âIâm so sorry oh god it feels so goood.â
âThere we go, let it all out Bunny. Thatâs itâ, you talk him through it, playing with his hair as you do. You canât even be mad at him for stopping. Not when he is so adorable.
Jungkook finishes after five twitchy strokes, dropping on top of you as his face hides away in your neck. His cock is buried inside, pulsating weakly as he recovers.
âShit, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, this was so bad of me. Iâm sorryâ, he gets out between quick pants.Â
âYouâre right. Youâre such a bad Bunnyâ, you lull, grinning to yourself.
âIâm sorry, Mommyâ, he whimpers, shaking in a little sob, âoh god, Iâm a bad Bunny. So, so bad. Mommy, you can punish me.â
âNo Bunny. No punishments. I want you to say sorry.â
âOh godâ, he croaks.
You smile.
He understood. Good.
âCan you do that for me, Bunny? Can you say sorry?â
âYes, Mommy. I can. Oh, I canâ, he says and slips out of you.Â
He rolls you onto your back and disappears under the blanket. Seconds later you feel his hot mouth on your pussy and his long fingers holding your waist.Â
âMhhm fuckâ, you purr, arching your back languidly as his hot tongue laps at your pussy. The sensation is different from his fingers. Wetter, hotter and softer. You fucking love every second of it.
He mewls under the blanket, feeling so dizzy. His cum keeps seeping out of you. No matter how hard he tries to clean you, he just canât finish it. You keep leaking more and more.Â
âMommy, I came so muchâ, he lets you know and swirls his tongue down your folds, lapping at your entrance. He needs to clean you. He needs to say sorry. He needs to be a good boy. He licks your creamed entrance, trying so hard to get it clean.
âYou didâ, you sigh your words, feeling lightheaded, âkeep going until Iâm clean.â
Jungkook hums in obedience and slurps. He licks, laps, slurps and sucks, needing you to be clean so fucking bad. He needs to show you that he is still good. That he is your best Bunny and not a naughty Bunny. This is all he needs and all he craves. He wants you to know that what he did was a mistake. And that he regrets it deeply.Â
âFuck, you feel so goodâ, you let out and writhe happily. His tongue is filling you as far as he can reach, while his nose is buried between your folds. He has the perfect nose. It fits so perfectly in your pussy to grind on your clit whenever he tongue fucks you.Â
âGood Bunny, youâre soâŠgoodâŠâ
Jungkook mewls at the praise, dimpling your waist as his needy fingers close tighter around you. Your lovely taste begins seeping more and more through the tangy taste of his own cum. He is doing such a good job at cleaning you, speeding up his tongue because he is so excited for your taste.Â
It makes the wettest sound, filling the air with it. It motivates him to perform even better. To press himself closer and fill your pussy. His nose is covered in your juices, stimulating your clit. He feels her throb on the tip of his nose as your scent surrounds him. You smell so warm after penetration. He canât get enough, showing his desperation by curling his tongue inside you.
Your legs tremble and slip over his arms. Propped up on the mattress and continuing to shake, they lift the blanket just enough that fresh air gets to him. It was so perfectly stuffy and warm before, but Jungkook doesnât want to complain because he is trapped under your legs and that feels so good.Â
âYouâre so fucking goodâ, you get out breathily and run your fingers through his hair. You do it with both hands, giving him loving caresses without ever pulling at his hair. The sensation brings trembles to Jungkookâs lips. The tingles donât stop running down his spine.Â
He breaks away because he genuinely canât breathe. His nose was blocked by your pussy and his mouth gagged by it. He didnât want to break away but he had to. He pants, recovering by sloppily kissing the inside of your thighs. He holds them in his hands for it, leaving spots of sensitivity because he sucks way too hard. You let him because it feels so good.Â
âI belong to youâ, he gets out, âoh god, Iâm yours. Yours. Iâm yours.âÂ
âYeah, mineâ, you sigh, âmy Bunny.â
âYours. You own meâ, he croaks and connects his mouth with your pussy. He moans, sucking your clit between his lips to make out with it needily.Â
His drool runs down your folds and leaves you so messy for later. He canât help it, you taste mouth-wateringly good. All cleaned of his cum and so intensely you. Jungkook swears he gets dizzy because of it. He missed your taste so much. So, so much.
âFuck Bunnyâ, your voice trembles, just as your legs do, âmy good Bunny, fuck youâre so good. Holy fuckâ, you whispered at first but end up babbling the words as his quick tongue fucks your clit sensitive.Â
Jungkook swears he will actually scream because of your praise. He loves it on normal days, but something about it today affects him like nothing else. He feels delirious from it, high and totally out of it. Perhaps it is because he had to be with it for seventeen days. Perhaps he is so starved for it, because his situation starved him.Â
He slides his right hand from your waist and shifts a little so he could run his fingers down your folds. Your juices and his drool cover them instantly. He slides his left arm over your tummy, squeezes your side and pushes his fingers inside. Three at a time because you feel so ready for it.Â
âHoly fuck. Ah!âÂ
You arch your back and pull his hair.Â
âJungkook.â
His name fell from your lips. Jungkook presses himself closer and curls his fingers needily. He is doing the best job. You only moan his name when heâs got you high on pleasure.Â
Your right leg drops in the sheets because you didnât have support anymore. You prop it again clumsily and roll your hips into him.Â
âHoly fuck. Holy fuck. Oh godâ, you chant, gasping for air repeatedly.Â
Jungkook mewls and moans against your pussy. His mouth is pressed to your clit, his tongue is lapping at her in upwards motions. He moans each time he drags it down again and pulls another shake from your legs.
Your pussy is convulsing around his fingers, leaking constantly. Your favourite spot is so swollen under his fingertips. He would have to be a total idiot not to know where to touch because it is so fucking obvious to him. And oh how he touches you, how he makes sure that you get fucked so good now that his cock failed to do so.Â
âFuck Bunnyâ, your voice is slightly pitched, your fingers twist bundles of his hair, âIâmâŠcloseâŠmh ah.âÂ
Jungkook shakes in excitement. His instinct is to speed up, to do something different so you know how talented he is. But he knows better. You donât want him to change anything, you want him to continue doing what he is doing right now. So he controls himself. He brings in your waist a little from his desperate grip and he moans against your pussy as his drooly mouth makes love to her. He curls his fingers where you need it most and he keeps pressing down on it as he rubs circles on it.Â
You arch your back, twisting his hair because it is all that helps. You missed him so much. You missed his touch, his moans, his mouth on you. You are just as sensitive as him, closing your thighs around his head as the fire in your body gets too much.
âYouâre making me cumâ, you moan and drop in the sheets with a loud groan of his name. He drags his tongue up and breaks you. Your entire body is overtaken by the fire instantly, it feels most intense in your pussy. âah Bunny, ah, aha, aah, oh god BunnyâŠâ
Jungkook licks you through it, spilling tears of happiness because he is making you feel good and because he really missed feeling your orgasm on his tongue. You always throb and pulsate so much and itâs the best feeling ever. Youâre squeezing his fingers so much, tightening in the most perfect ways. Jungkook fingers and licks and sucks you through it, moaning as if he was the one orgasming.
âWoah damn, waitâ, you get out, tugging him away after the good turns bad because of overstimulation, âtoo much. Sensitive. Woahâ, you add and twitch repeatedly.
âMommyâ, Jungkook gets out and kisses paths of admiration up your stomach. He pulls his fingers free, using them to hold you instead. To feel you up and remind his brain how it is to cradle you.
âThank you so muchâ, he breathes, covering every inch of your stomach with kisses.
You enjoy it with closed eyes and your lungs working so hard to get air inside. Oh you feel so dizzy. This is going to take a while.Â
Jungkook reappears from under the blanket, worshiping your chest now that every inch of your stomach has been adored. He cradles your breasts in his hands, kissing every inch of them with love and shaky breaths. Â
âYouâre such a good Bunnyâ, you whisper, feeling his lips tremble against your nipple. He takes it inside and sucks on it, mewling your name because you make him feel so good. He breaks away with yet another mewl of your name, kissing paths up to your neck.
His crotch meets your own, sharing the warm, sticky connection of good orgasms. He is soft, which lets you know that it will take a while for him as well. His tummy and chest are on top of yours, his elbows dimple the pillow beside your head. He hides away in the crook of your neck and begins kissing your sensitive skin.Â
âI missed you so muchâ, he whispers and hugs you.Â
Your head is cradled between his own head and the tensing muscles of his upper arm. His warm scent is so strong this way, his skin feels like heaven. You roll your head to the side so you could rub your nose against his head, and close your arms around him.Â
âI missed you tooâ, you say and kiss his cheek, âmy best Bunny, this was the loveliest way to wake up.âÂ
âYeahâ, he sighs, âit was so good. Mommy, can you praise me again?âÂ
You smile, hugging him closer, âmy best Bunny, youâre such a good boy.âÂ
âDid I do a good job?â
âYes Bunnybaby, you did the best job.â
Jungkook giggles, melting into you as he puts his weight on you. He wiggles happily, making you smile.
âYouâre cute.â
âI love praise so much.â
âI know Bunny and you deserve itâ, you say, listening to his happy giggles.
âIâm so happy to be home againâ, he says and snuggles closer, âmy Mommy. I missed you so much.âÂ
âMhm yeahâ, you agree and ruffle his hair, âyouâre not leaving again. Youâll stay in my arms today.â
He giggles, âthis is the best day ever.âÂ
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REUNITING AFTER MEURSAULT
ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor + f!reader, desc. of blood & injuries, a little suggestive in chuuyaâs part, au where fyodor survives wins in his part, s5 e61 & manga spoilers
DAZAI canât believe heâs finally back home. your living room has never felt so cozy, with all the little pieces of your daily routine scattered around him. the same couch that he once complained was too small for his lanky legs feels heaven sent beneath him. his splinted leg is straightened in front of him, the other bent over the side of the cushions lazily.
he despised his tiny cell in meursault, with its transparent walls and bland food. it was impossible to sleep without you, waking up every hour and reaching over to empty, cold sheets. he only found solace in the messages ango left him ensuring your safety, and he left him secret codes to deliver to you in return.
it was like torture not being able to see you, not being able to touch you. he didnât even feel the ache in his injured leg when you jumped into his arms when he first arrived home, holding you tighter than ever before. he never wanted to let you go again, but you slipped out of his grasp despite his whines, insisting on making him something homemade to eat after he snuck one last kiss.
even two rooms apart, his eyes never leave you. they trail down the curve of your spine, tracing the slope of your hips and the way they melt into the soft skin of your thighs. heâd yearned for the feeling of your skin beneath his hands every single day he was gone, and all he wants to do now is slide them around your waist. theyâd fit perfectly there, like they always do; you were made for him, he swears it.
he thinks you look angelic when you turn towards him, with your pretty face enveloped by wisps of steam from the pan in front of you. a smile curls up on his lips instinctively when your gaze finds his, and he sits up.
âosamu,â you point your wooden spoon at him, spotted with miso and slices of green onion. he freezes, eyes big and blinking. âdonât move. you know you need to rest your leg.â
the cushions sink beneath him as he throws himself backward, a whine slipping through his pouted lips. âbut i miss you, bella! i need your love to recover!â
he hears the click of the stove turning off and the soft clatter of you spooning his food out of the pan first, then the quiet steps of your socked feet approaching him. the bowl is hot against his hands when you hand it to him, full of warm, fluffy rice and fried vegetables.
your thigh presses against his as you sit on the edge of the couch. heâs blowing away the steam when you brush his bangs back, and he turns to you curiously. your thumb traces the spot chuuyaâs bullet struck him, leaving behind a dull bump and a patch of discolored skin. you lean forward, delicately pressing your lips to the small bruise.
even after all this time, he doesnât know if heâll ever get used to how gently you treat him, or the sheer amount of love he can feel through your every action. his palms are warm from the bowl when he cups your cheeks, pouring every part of himself he can into a kiss. you let him tilt your jaw and part your lips with his own, exhaling shakily through your nose.
you bury your head in his neck to ground yourself, breathing in the scent of him; not the smell of stale prison air and blood, but the mix of his body wash, the shampoo he stole from you, and his fresh, sterile bandages. he lets you hold him, even as his food cools against his lap.
âdid you know?â you whisper, and he hums against you. âthat youâd be come back?â
âno,â you can feel his bittersweet smile against your temple as he presses a kiss there. ânot completely. but you trusted me, right?â
âalways,â he feels the vibration of the world against his chest. âyou just scare me sometimes. i need you, osamu. i canât do this without you.â
âyou wonât ever have to,â he squeezes you tighter against himself, eyes closing as he presses his nose into your hair. âjust keep your trust in me. please.â
CHUUYA hated being away from you during the best of times. even a crowded sidewalk is enough for a gloved hand to stay pressed against your lower back, keeping you at his side.
the only place he can be completely certain youâll be safe is with him on a regular day, and it heightens tenfold when half of his subordinates have turned into vampires. when mori calls him, telling him heâd have to fly out to europe, he stalls by the door to cup your cheeks, looking directly into your eyes.
âpromise me something,â he whispers. âdonât open the door. donât leave. just stay here, and if something goes wrong, you call ane-san. got it?â
âonly if you promise to come back to me,â you whisper back. âor iâll go over there and get you myself.â
he leaves with a desperate squeeze to your waist and a firm kiss goodbye, his promise pressed against your lips. he keeps it faithfully, welcomed home by you rushing into his arms as soon as he opens the door hours later, crying into his chest with a mumbled sob of his name.
âwhatâs wrong?â he pulls your face up to look at his. even with the smirk curled on his lips, you can see the relief in his eyes that heâs home, with you in his reach. âyou didnât think me and that shitty mackerel would lose, did you?â
ânever,â you sniffle. you brush your fingertips through his bangs, holding his face between your palms. he doesnât mind that your nose is running a little bit when you kiss him. the cool leather from his gloves sinks into your warming skin as he cups the base of your skull, his thumb tracing along the soft cartilage of your ear.
âgod, chuuya,â he smells like smoke and metal when you pull back, and you can only imagine what heâs gone through the past few hours. âi was so scared youâd get caught.â
âyou know iâm not going anywhere,â he mumbles, thumb stilling against the pulse point of the side of your neck. âno one can take me away from my best girl.â
you tilt your head, tracing the corner of his lips with your fingertip, a small, teasing smile growing on your own. âyou kept these on?â
he frowns, tongue poking at the fangs stuck to his teeth. âi canât get them off. boss used fuckinâ super glue.â
âdonât,â you thread your hand through the long pieces of hair, twirling them through your fingers and pulling them over his shoulder. âyou look sexy like this.â
âi do?â he leans closer, until his nose brushes yours, and squeezes your hips, fingertips spreading towards your rear. âwhat else?â
âweâre going to open the good wineăŒâ you grin, draping your arms around his shoulders.
âmy good wine.â
âour good wine,â you giggle, kissing his nose. âbecause i want to forget this whole shitshow ever happened and show my new vampire boyfriend how hot he is after he saved the world.â
âit was no big deal,â he grumbles, cheeks dusted pink as he looks down at your feet, stroking your hips in small circles. âbut if you want to celebrate, then i guess we can.â
you cup his cheeks, peppering kisses all over his face. one to the bridge of his nose, another to the straight edge of his eyebrows, then another on the dip of his cupidâs bow.
âalright, alright,â he cups your jaw, pulling you back to his lips for a proper kiss. âcâmon. show me how much you really missed me.â
when FYODOR reaches to open the hideout door, he uses his right hand out of habit.
he looks at it with disdain as it throbs painfully against the ill-fitting bandages, white cotton heavy with blood and in need of a change. he wasnât used to pain like this, and he swears heâll never let himself come to physical harm again. he canât afford to be so careless.
his eyes fall back to the door. youâre waiting for him behind it, arenât you? heâd taken every precaution he could think of when he left you. it wasnât like him to overcompensate, but you seemed to be the exception for everything.
heâd flown through the night to get back to you, and when he twists the doorknob open, heâs met with sunlight from the open blinds. he feels something he canât explain settle in his stomach at the sight of you, safe and sound, curled in a blanket on the couch, one of his books on your lap. he thought you wouldâve loved the starry sky outside of meursault, beautiful and unpolluted, but something about you in the glow of golden hour, coating the room in honey, felt more appropriate for someone as sweet as you.
âfedya?â your voice is still soft with sleepiness, lips trembling around the sweet nickname.
he smiles, but it drops as his vision swims and the room tilts as you dash off the couch and lunge at him. he steadies his wobbly legs as you wrap yourself completely around his lithe torso, his body weakened from blood loss and pure exhaustion.
âhello, my dear,â he kisses the top of your head, inhaling deeply. you smell so much sweeter than the stale air of meursaultâs basement, and he catches the lingering scent of black tea in the air. he pets your head with his good hand, letting you bury your face into his chest, even if he wishes you wouldnât. he didnât want you to dirty your pretty face on his prison uniform, still damp from dazaiâs trick.
when you pull away, your eyes are glassy, drawn to the saturated bandages and their stark contrast against his pale skin.
âoh my god,â he narrows his eyes at your language as you grab his wrist. âfedya, your handâŠâ
you push him down firmly to take a seat on the couch. closer to his height, you cup his cheeks, looking at him like you canât believe heâs truly there. you kiss his forehead, lips lingering before you mumble a quiet âiâll be right back.â
when you return, itâs with a first aid kit and another cup of tea. your eyes water as you unwrap the messy bandages from his hand, taking in the sight of his bloody, marred skin.
âyou canât afford to lose this much blood,â you whisper.
âitâd be ideal if i didnât lose any blood at all. wouldnât you agree?â he smiles, but you donât reciprocate. this close, you look more exhausted than anything else, and he frowns that he didnât notice sooner; you were worried sick about him, werenât you?
âwhat if you died?â you ask, voice breaking around the words.
he cups your cheek with his good hand, thumb brushing beneath your tired eyes. he frowns at the thought of you losing sleep over his return without him being there to soothe you. he can tell youâve been restless, with the mess of his books scattered around the room, the papers on his desk clearly reorganized and studied over in his absence.
âthatâd never happen,â he presses his thumb firmer into your cheek, raising your gaze to meet his. ânot yet. i still have to be here for you.â
you re-wrap his hand gently, more gently than anyone else has ever dared to touch him. your fingers are tender as they graze his skin, cotton and ointment cooling against his burns. you tighten it securely, finishing with a press of your lips against the bandages before you cradle it gently in your lap.
his eyes grow heavy, and before he realizes it, heâs falling forward, head landing on your shoulder. he scolds himself again, but itâs different this time. heâs safe here. your lips brush his temple, hands rubbing on his shoulder as you lean back, taking him with you.
âyou can rest now,â your voice is soft, and he hadnât realized how much he missed hearing it. you press a kiss to the crown of his head, exhaling deeply as your lips linger. he feels the kind of warmth you can only get from laying next to another body. your hand trails up the relaxed curve of his shoulder blades until your fingers thread through his hair. âyouâre home, fedya.â
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Demons and Humans not understanding each other
Inspired by several other posts I read about this same thing <3 honestly even if the brothers insisted it was safe, I would consult Satan, Lucifer or Barbatos
this is mostly mammon freaking out
Humans think the deadliest things are like, adorable, like Cerberus. Mammon especially does not understand why Mc wants to run towards the very dangerous, very mad three headed dog. A few times he has had to throw Mc over his shoulder to keep them from staying behind
âMC CERBERUS BEING THE BEST BOY DOES NOT JUSTIFY HIS ACTIONS HE WANTS TO KILL USâ
âBut heâs so cute! He just needs a snuggle buddyâ
Humans can also be very stubborn if theyâre too hot or cold but refuse to admit it. Itâs fine with Lucifer does it because heâs one of the most powerful and therefore resilient demons in Hell, but not so much when Mc does it. Beel and Mammon love playing in the Devildom snow, but given that itâs the Devildom, itâs definitely a lot colder than it is in the human realm. Even after ten layers, Mc is still freezing but refuses to admit it.
âMc, are ya shivering? I thought ya would be too warm under all thatâ
âIâm sweating with this one jacketâ
âIâll live! Letâs go back to the snowmanâ
âno I donât think you willâ
On the same note, sometimes demons forget humans canât withstand crazy temperatures. Asmo will invite Mc to a popular bathhouse, sauna or hot springs, forgetting that the temperature would literally boil Mc alive
âHey Asmo this is the place you wanted to go, right?â
âYes! Isnât is cute?â
âEverything except the part where I boil aliveâ
âwhat!â
Some foods can kill humans just by being near them so imagine how the brother would feel when they learned this, itâs giving that lunatic pudding incident with Diavolo from that one card
âMc! Youâll love this. Open wide!â
âAsmo I feel funnyâ
âDO NOT FEED MC THE TAKEOUT LUCIFER SAID ITS DEADLY FOR HUMANS IN LARGE AMOUNTSâ
âFUCK NOT AGAINâ
In retrospect, humans probably sleep a lot compared to demons. Some demons probably donât sleep at all, except Sloth demons. Setting aside about eight to nine hours of the day just to sit idly might not make sense to them until they learn they will shut down without it
âHow are you feeling about the exam we just took? Exam week is finally over.â
âMc? Mc, Satan is talking to you. Why are you on the floorâ
âMY HUMAN IS DEADâ
âNo, I think theyâre just asleep idiotâ
âoh. wait, THEYRE ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALL lucifer is gonna kill meâ
Iâd say both demons and humans are social creatures, but humans will go insane without social interaction. Yeah a demon would probably be upset if they didnât talk to someone for thousands of years but I donât think a human could last more than ten without losing grip on reality. Humans tend to copy each other, which is probably bizarre to demons. Humans donât even understand yawning so demons definitely wonât
Going back to the food thing, demons can probably go ages without eating, besides Gluttony demons. Humans need to eat so frequently compared to them
âSo youâre tellinâ me that if Mc doesnât eat for a whole week, their insides start to eat themselves?!â
âYes. But, Mc ate a few hours ago.â
(Mammon was already gone when Satan turned back around)
Demons probably also play game that would definitely kill humans. My brother and I used to play crazy games when we were little (our favorite game didnât have a name but we would put Barbies in the toy train tracks and see what would happen when different Thomas and friends character would hit her. The train tracks would glow in the dark! I did not let him put my favorite doll in the train track and he had to listen since I was the older one, she was not a barbie and had bendy feet? thatâs not for now) but we never seriously got at each other throats. I cannot imagine what games demons and demon children must play. Satan was born fully grown but imagine if he was born little and the brothers had to play his favorite games with him. I feel like they would find the Barbie game I played a little weird too. Like, they would probably tell me that I shouldâve done it in real life since that would be better experience or something batshit like that
âAww, Satan, do you remember all the times we played âFive minute eye stabâ with Lucifer? You were so cute. Sometimes I think Luci let you win.â
âDo not talk to me Asmodeus.â
âIâm sorry, you played what?â
âOne time we gave him an actual knife by accident and since he was good, he ended up stabbing Luciferâs eye.â
âYouâll be next if you donât shut up and let me readâ
âHE WHATâ
âOh heâs fine now, clearly. Only took him a few hundred years to regain normal eye functionsâ
âCan we not talk about this anymore?â
Babe it is a miracle Mc is still alive
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Simon having sex with reader on the Thanksgiving dinner table? Maybe he comes home from work really late to a table full of food and reader looking pretty as ever, and he decides to show his gratitude.đ„Žđ
Welcome Home
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader (no y/n)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2,009
Warnings: oral (F receiving), table sex, dirty talk, praise, use of "good girl", tongue clicks from Simon
Note: Everyone say "Thank you @sillylittlereader " for fueling my feral Scribs-brained behavior (Also everyone say "thank you anon" bc that addition made me literally lol). Gonna combine these two cause I caaaaaan. Happy Wanksgiving all! Hopefully yall enjoy my first attempt at full smut after many, many moons.
As soon as Simon opens the front door and steps inside, he knows he's in for a good evening.
The smell of food hits him immediately, the house warmer than usual from where you'd been cooking. He discards his boots and follows the scent into the kitchen, where he finds you milling about and putting another dish onto the counter. It joins several others, and he's quick to notice at least a couple of his favorites.
"Now what's all this?" He says with a grin. You look back at him with a matching look.
"Dinner," you say simply. "I know doing day work and training on-base isn't your favorite, so I figured I'd make a nice, big meal for you. Everything's on the counter, table's cleaned off, so all you have to do is make your plate and eat."
A warm feeling constricts Simon's chest, and he finds himself unable to resist striding towards you and pulling you in for a kiss.
And another.
And another.
As he parts from you, hands on your hips as you look at him with a lidded gaze, he realizes there's one thing he wants before he enjoys the work you've put into welcoming him home.
"I know it's technically bad form, love," he rumbles, guiding you by the hips back towards the table, "but maybe you could let me have dessert first, yeah?"
"Oh, I suppose I can allow it. Just this once," you reply with a sly grin that he matches.
With that, he hefts you up onto the table and takes a seat between your legs.Â
He wastes little time lifting your shirt just enough to press a few hot, open-mouthed kisses to your stomach. From there, he helps you quickly divest yourself of your pants and underwear, grabbing both and helping you lift yourself from the table just long enough for him to pull both off in one fluid motion.Â
When the garments land on the floor, Simon hooks his arms beneath your legs, pulls you closer to him, and buries his face in you.
If there is one thing Simon does well when he's not in the field, it's eating. He devours you like a man starved, like he'll never get another chance to taste you. He dips his tongue into you before sliding it up to your clit, kissing and sucking and lapping at you in a practiced manner he knows works. As much as he knows he should give you a few of his fingers to help stretch you open for what is to come, he can't help but forgo the courtesy, too invested in tasting your slick to waste any.
"Taste so fucking good, baby," he moans, "can't get enough of this cunt. Never get enough of you."
He's telling the truth. He could spend hours with his head buried between your thighs. In fact, he has before. He wonders if you'll be so kind as to let him do it again tomorrow morning; have him wake you with his tongue and continue like that until you start pushing him away.
But that's a thought for later. For now, he's got much more important matters to attend to.
He feels your hand grab his hair, a low groan tearing from his lungs as you pull him deeper into you. The hands on your skin tighten their grip, his brows knit together in concentration.
"That's it love," he says, voice muffled by your cunt, "take what you want from me."
Your hips buck against him and he follows, cock hard and twitching in his pants as you moan for him. He knows you're close by the way your thighs shake in his grasp, and he's determined to all but drag you over the edge.
Your breathing gets shallower, interspersed with staccato moans and whines. You breathe his name into the air, and Simon growls against your heat.
"That's it love," he encourages again, "be good and cum for me, yeah?"
With that, he returns to his task at hand, laser-focused on getting what he wants.
And what he wants is for you to smother him. What he wants is for you to envelop him, make it so nothing else so much as touches any of his senses.
He wants - no, needs - to make you feel good. To help you fall from the precipice and lose yourself to what he's giving you.
And fall you do.
With a sharp cry of his name, he feels your sex clench and twitch against his mouth as you come undone beneath him. He helps you through it, moaning soft, affirmative "mhm"s as you ride your orgasm to its end.
When you slump against him, muscles finally relaxing, he gives you one last lick with the flat of his tongue before moving to kiss your thighs.
"Good girl," he says softly, "so, so good for me."
He begins a slow ascent, nudging his nose against the hem of your shirt and pushing it upwards so he can mouth at the skin just beneath it.
After pressing a few more kisses to your abdomen and stomach, he stands, removing his shirt and using it to somewhat dry his face before discarding it.Â
"Look so fuckin' pretty when you cum," he says as he leans in to kiss you properly. "Never gonna get tired of watchin' you."
Simon's hips rut against you as his tongue dips into your mouth, a light hum leaving him as he hears you whine softly.
"I know, baby," he murmurs apologetically against your lips, "I know you're still sensitive. Jus' can't help it, yeah? Wanna make sure you're nice and wet before I take you."
It's an excuse, and both of you know it. Simon knows you're plenty ready for him, especially after one orgasm, but he's allowing himself to be selfish. To give himself a taste of you before he devours you again in another way. In the depths of his brain, he wonders if some of your slick will coat his belt. Wonders if it will dry there, where he will carry it with him the next time he wears it to base. An invisible mark of ownership.
He could keep going, keep grinding against you until he comes undone without ever even removing his own pants.
But that simply will not do. Not for Simon. And after you whine again against his mouth, the overstimulation on your clit no doubt bordering on painful, he gives you mercy.
At least, that's what he tells himself as he unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, pushing them just far down enough with his briefs to release his cock from its confines.
"See what you do to me, love?" he says lowly as he slides gently against your heat, coating himself in a mix of your spend and his precum.Â
Then, deciding he's had enough teasing for one afternoon, Simon begins the slow push into you.
He's not a small man, and he knows it. Saying so doesn't come from a place of inflated ego, but rather from real, practical experience, both with you and past lovers. He guides himself into you as gently as he's able, not wanting the pressure he knows you must feel to turn into pain.
But then, as his hips are about halfway to you, he notices something.
You've closed your eyes.
And, again, that simply will not do.
"Hey. Hey," he says gruffly before he clicks his tongue twice at you, "eyes open, love. Want you to look at me while I stuff you full."
You give him a bleary look, eyelids just barely obeying his command as he continues to push deeper into you.Â
The pair of you erupt in joint moans when the front of his thighs meet your body. Simon leans forward to rest his forehead against yours as he catches his breath.
"Fuck, love, you feel so fucking good," he breathes into the space between you.Â
"So do you," you answer in an equally breathless tone.Â
Simon surges forward to kiss you, keeping his lips on yours as he begins to roll his hips. Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you.Â
As much as he wants to draw this out, as much as he wants to start slowly and build up until you're both tense and begging for release, he simply can't find it in himself to wait any longer. His hips seem to move of their own accord, snapping into you and punching moans from your lungs.Â
When he pulls back for a moment to stand and watch your body, he notices that your eyes are once again closed as you're lost to the pleasure he's giving you.
"Show me those pretty eyes, love," he says softly. When you only whine in response, he reluctantly stills his thrusts.
"Hey, eyes on me," he says more harshly, once again clicking his tongue at you. "You open those eyes and look at me."
You slowly obey, and he feels you clench around him when he clicks his tongue. When he's satisfied that you're watching, he begins his thrusts again.
"There she is," he says breathlessly with a grin. "There's my girl."
He holds your gaze as he continues, fucking into you at an increasing pace. He is enraptured by you. By your voice, by your body, by your gaze. He chases his high, but quickly realizes there's something important that he's forgotten.
"Reach down and touch yourself for me, love," he commands. "Want you to give me one more before I fill you."
To your credit, you do as he asks, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit as he continues to thrust into you. The action catapults Simon impossibly closer to his peak, though by some grace he manages to hold himself together as you chase another orgasm.
It doesn't take as long as Simon assumes it will for you to come again. Or perhaps it does. Time has long since become an abstract concept to Simon, just as it always does when he's inside of you like this. Nevertheless, he feels your walls flutter around him as you sigh his name.
"Good girl," he croons to you as you come, "good girl."
Once you come down, he throws his self-restraint to the wind and surges towards his own orgasm in earnest.Â
"Gonna cum, love," he says, leaning in to touch his forehead to yours again. "Gonna fill you up, make you mine."
You don't respond in words, but he feels a hand grab the back of his head as you pull his lips to yours.Â
A groan rips through his body as Simon comes, stilling inside of you as his cock twitches. He moans out some approximation of your name against your lips as he loses himself.
An indeterminate amount of time later, when the two of you part and begin to catch your breath, you lock eyes.
And you both laugh.
A light, beautiful sound.
"Well, can't say I was expecting that," you say.
"Had to thank you somehow, love," he quips.Â
He helps you to sit up, tucking himself back into his pants as he leaves his shirt on the floor and his belt unbuckled. He aids you in putting your pants and underwear back on, softly promising to help you shower after you both eat.
"After all," he says as he kisses you, "it'd be a tragedy to let all this food get any colder than it is already."
You laugh softly at him.
"And whose fault would that be, Mr. Riley?"
"Yours," he says with a teasing nip to your shoulder, "not my fault you looked good enough to eat."
The soft, good-natured groan you give him as you lightly shove him from you warms his heart. On the field, he prides himself on being cold, calculated, and for leaving little room for anything else. But here, in his home, with you by his side, he feels like the battlefield is a thousand years away.
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don't tell Bucky - B.Barnes x reader
Summary: Reader is broke and refuses to tell mob!bucky the extend of it
TW: fluff, happy ending, little swears, mention of money, getting fired, (think that's everything)
ENJOY!!
:)
Y/N was used to the biting cold in her apartment, it had been a long few months with her hours being cut down and bills piling up she was in debt. Badly. She had started cutting costs where possible, heating was the first to go, she had opted for not turning the heating on despite the freezing temperatures outside, food was the second thing to go, she had starting making meals stretch and eating less and slowly things seemed a little more manageable. The bills continued to pile up, yet things seemed a little easier. Every single penny was put to the side to clear her debt. She had been seeing Bucky as much as possible but she couldnât talk to him about it, he would just offer to pay her debt off and then sheâd owe him for almost the rest of her life. She couldnât ask him. She wouldnât. Bucky had picked her up from work, it was a surprise, and something Y/N was grateful for as she wouldnât have to pay for the bus home.Â
âDo you want to stay at mine tonight?â Bucky asked gently pressing a kiss to her cheek as they finished their heavy make-out session in the carÂ
âIâve got work in the morning,â She said softly, breath slipping through her lipsÂ
âCall in sickâ Bucky said between kisses âYou can go without one shift canât you?â Bucky askedÂ
âWeâre short staffed Buck, I need to be thereâ She lied easily,Â
âLet me come in? I just want to hold you tonightâ He said softly pressing another kiss to her lips. Y/N nodded in agreement, how could she ever say no to an offer like that?Â
Bucky followed Y/N up the stairs to her apartment, she unlocked the door and was met by an icy breeze. Bucky shuddered.Â
âWhy is it so cold baby? Your heating broken?â He askedÂ
âHmm?â Y/N asked turning around to face himÂ
âYour apartment Y/N, itâs coldâÂ
âOh, sorry Buck I turned the heating offâÂ
âFor good?â Bucky asked closing the door behind him âOr is it broken?â He asked
âOh, no I just turned it off whilst I was at workâ Y/N said softly,Â
âWhy would you do that?â Bucky asked again pulling Y/N into an embraceÂ
âIt was just while I went to work Buckâ
âThatâs not safe doll, you should keep the heating on so you donât get ill, even when youâre not home. You need to come into a warm houseâ Bucky said, Y/N resisted the urge to cry.Â
âI usually do Bucky, it was just a one offâ she said.Â
Bucky didnât mention the heating again that night. Y/N was grateful for that small mercy. What he did mention was the mountain of blankets that sat on her bed.Â
âDoll?â He called from her bedroomÂ
âYeah?â She replied coming into the bedroom, her eyes falling on Buckyâs metal hand clasping three blankets,Â
âYou coming down with something?â He asked âI can call Banner to come and check on you if you want?âÂ
âOh Buck, no Iâm ok. Just get cold when youâre not hereâ She said, it wasnât a complete lie, just a small one. It made her feel a little better.Â
âYou know you could just move in with me?â Bucky offeredÂ
âDonât be silly Bucky, weâve spoken about thisâ She said and Bucky stopped himself from starting an argument by pressing his lips to hers.Â
â â âÂ
The next few weeks were tricky. Y/N had started picking up more shifts than she could count which lessened her time to do anything; most of all see Bucky.Â
When one fateful day put Y/Nâs life into a tailspin,Â
âY/N could you come into my office when you get a moment please?â Her bossâs voice cut through the noise, and Y/N felt a panic run through her body,Â
âIâll come nowâ She said quickly, hurrying behind the shorter lady, âis everything ok?âÂ
âTake a seat Y/Nâ She said, Y/N knew this wasnât good, she never asked her to take a seat before, this had got to be bad news.Â
âHave I done something wrong?âÂ
âNo, Y/N youâre one of the best workers we have hereâ She said taking a deep breath âbut we canât afford to keep you on, with prices and wages going up weâre cutting down to less staff members and well itâs only fair that we let you go first. Youâve got enough experience to get another job quickly whereas the others donâtâÂ
âYou mean the others are cheaper because they are younger?â Y/N said noticing the true meaning behind her words.Â
âThat isnât what we are doing Y/Nâ her boss spoke halfheartedlyÂ
âWhen do I leave?â Y/N asked dejectedly, knowing it was a loosing battleÂ
âTodayâs your last shift, you are let go without holiday pay or leave noticeâ She said passing Y/N an envelope âAll the necessary documents are in here, please hand your keys in at the end of the shiftâÂ
âNo need to waitâ Y/N said, pulling her work keys out her bag and putting them on the desk. Picking up the envelope, Y/N walked out.Â
The walk home was a cold one, not only because of the biting wind but Y/N felt empty, numb, like sheâd just been caught in the rain. She wanted to call Bucky, but after her neglect of him she knew that he was probably mad at her and calling him to cry would not be the best way to go. However, her ringtone cut Y/Nâs moping thoughts short,Â
âHello?âÂ
âDoll, oh thank god. Steve just told me he passed you on the street, heâs turning around to pick you up so donât go anywhere. Whatâs happened?â Bucky askedÂ
âNothing Buck, Iâll talk to you later, tell Steve not to worryâÂ
âNo, heâs picking you up and you can come here or go home then come here, or just head home if thatâs what you want but Iâd rather Steve did it than you walk yourself doll okay?â He saidÂ
âItâs going to happened whatever I say right?â Y/N chuckled halfheartedly, the lack of reply on Buckyâs end confirmed it âIâll wait for SteveâÂ
âGood girl, Iâll see you soonâ He said ending the call quickly.Â
As if on cue Steveâs car pulled into view,Â
âHey Y/N, Buckâs waiting for youâ He said opening the door for her,Â
âThanks SteveâÂ
After a few quiet minutes Y/N answered the question which was burning in Steve's mind,Â
âI got firedâ She said quietly,Â
âThey did what? Oh Buck wonât be happy, how dare theyâ Steve said forcefully,Â
âThey canât afford me apparentlyâ Y/N chuckled sadlyÂ
âBullshitâÂ
âPromise you wonât tell Bucky?â She askedÂ
âI wonât lie to him if he asksâ Steve said âBut Iâll divert attention so he doesnât askâ Steve agreed quietlyÂ
â â â â âÂ
Y/N had avoided Bucky for another two weeks, she hadnât meant to. But she had been sending CVâs, babysitting, dog walking and selling small handmade bits online. Anything possible to make some money, she was yet to receive an interview or even any interest. It seemed that everyone was full of employees or was hiring younger staff, there was no place for Y/N.Â
She had been dodging her landlord phone calls, and the electricity company and even a few others who she knew were angry that she hadnât paid. Stretching her legs out wide on the floor she took a minute away from her laptop screen and picked up her phone.Â
âIâm on my way, be there in 15â Bucky had texted around 15 minutes ago, Y/N let out a panicked sigh and started picking up the mess around her to try and make herself look presentable for Bucky, she had to keep up appearances.Â
âDoll?â Bucky called through her apartment,Â
âIn hereâ She replied quickly shoving some dirty clothes at the bottom of her wardrobe,Â
âHey dollâ He said softly pulling her in for a kiss, not seeming to notice her dishevelled state.Â
âHey Buckyâ she pressed a kiss to his lips, something she had missed dearly.Â
âI need to talk to youâ Bucky said pulling her down to sit on the bed, she sat down with his hands gripped in hers as if he was about to disappear.Â
âI know Iâve been awful Buck, I havenât spoken to you and Iâve avoided you, please donât be mad, Iâve just been so stressed andââ
Bucky quickly cut her off âIâm not breaking up with you Y/NâÂ
âYouâre not?âÂ
âNo, doll Iâm notâÂ
âOhâÂ
âI know whatâs going on Y/Nâ he said sincerelyÂ
âNothingâs going onâÂ
âDoll I knowâÂ
âBucky nothing is going onâ
âYou got fired, youâve been trying to find another job, youâve been dog walking, which Iâm not happy with because thatâs dangerous when you donât know the dog or the owner, and youâve been selling your adorably little crochet animals onlineâ Bucky saidÂ
âYou got someone to follow meâÂ
âYou started shutting me outâ Bucky justifiedÂ
âFair enoughâÂ
âDid I miss anything?â Bucky askedÂ
âNoâ Y/N said her eyes welling up with tears, she let go on Buckyâs hand to hide her face in them,Â
âOh doll, come hereâ Bucky said wrapping his arms around her, letting her cry all her stresses and troubles away onto his shirt, he knew once she had cried they would be able to talk through options properly.Â
âIâm sorryâ Y/N said with a sniffleÂ
âCan I finish what I was saying earlier?â Bucky asked, Y/N nodded silently âIâve paid off all your debts, I did the landlord, electricity, water and that loan you took out, you can pay me back if you want to if you have the money, if not itâs my birthday present to you I know you wonât accept it any other wayâ He saidÂ
âBucky pleaseâ
âItâs already doneâÂ
âI should be able to do this better,I should be able to pay my fucking billsâÂ
âNoâ Bucky said calmlyÂ
âNo?âÂ
âNo youâre not doing that. You are doing as best as you can. And I refuse to listen to that shit. Now put on a nice dress, weâre going out to eatâÂ
â â â âÂ
That night when Bucky and Y/N were laying in bed cuddled up to each other, Y/N decided to be braveÂ
âBucky?âÂ
âYes doll?âÂ
âDo you think I could move in with you?â She asked pressing a kiss to his chest âI donât think I want to do this alone anymoreâÂ
âDoll, Iâd be delightedâÂ
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Daryl gets flustered seeing y/n thong when she bends over and needs her now. Established relationship, jealousy, mostly gentle but sub reader, extra points for ass man Daryl. <3
Can you grab this for me?
A/N: love this ideaâ€ïž thanks for requesting, love writing for you all!
WARNINGS: unprotected sex, fingering, teasing, yeah yeah yeah 18+
âDaryl!â You yell out, your voice echoing through the empty abandoned house.
You waited, arms reaching, standing on your tippy toes trying to reach a can of food in the cabinet of the house you and Daryl were searching. The counter was filled with trash and covered in dust leaving no room for you to be able to jump onto the counter in your usual manner in times like this.
âDaryl!â You call out once more, irritation lacing your tone this time.
You hear a thump from the upstairs before he comes flying down the steps to your rescue, fear suddenly coursing through him. He stops abruptly, watching you try to jump up to reach something in the cabniet, just hoping your finger tips would be able to touch it.
He couldnât help but notice everytime you jumped your shirt rose up slightly, revealing the straps of a red thong, siting just above the hem of your jeans on your hips, his face instantly curling up into a smirk, your head snaps back to his, you were frustrated, narrowing your eyes at him.
âAre you just going to stand there and stare at me or are you going to help me grab this?â You snap, wondering why a shit eating grin was covering his face.
Daryl snorts at your attitude. Suddenly feeling the blood from his cheeks rush to his lap at the thought of you bent over that counter in that very sexy red thong.
âOh, Iâll help ya grab somethinâ.â He smirks, slapping your ass and giving it a slight squeeze emitting a small yelp out of you.
âDaryl!â You swat at him.
He effortlessly reaches up grabbing the can, handing it to you. Your cheeks red at his actions. You mumble a small thank you suddenly feeling shy as you lean down, pulling your bag from beside the counter and putting the food in it.
Once again, in Daryls favor you flash him with your thong once more.
âHow many times ya gonna flash me with these?â He asks, his fingers catching the string of them and letting it snap back against your skin. âYou been wearinâ these all day?â
You try to stand up but his hands instantly push your back down, leaving you bent over in front of him. Your breathing hitches when a pair of warm hands catches your hips, touching the exposed skin from your shirt raising up.
âY-yes.â You stutter suddenly feeling stupid, you didnât even realize that you have most likely been flashing people all day,
The jealously was surging over Daryl. He kept thinking about everytime you bent over who was looking at you and who saw what was only his to see? The thought made him want to go home and beat every man at Alexandria bloody.
âMâ the only one who gets ta see this.â He rubs his hands down to your ass, smacking it again. âAinât that right?â
âYes, Daryl.â You breathe. âAll yours.â
Daryl knew exactly how to get you to fall apart in his hands, sometimes with a single touch. It was one of things you hated most about your relationship with him, how at anytime, anywhere, you were ready for him.
His fingertips softly ghosting your skin, he runs them over your sides to your stomach, unbuttoning your jeans.
âDaryl,â you stop him, grabbing his wrist. âWhat if someone sees? Rick and Michonne-â
âDonât care.â He says unphased. âNeed ya, so bad.â
You slowly let go of him with shaky hands, you shiver against his touch, revealing in it. Your eyes close as his hand dips into your jeans, his finger tips running up and down the already wet thinned cloth of your thong.
âShit, Y/N.â He grunts. âYer already so wet and I ainât even done nothing to ya.â
You blush. âAlways ready for you, Dar.â
You could feel his erection against your ass making you more needy. You try to wiggle onto to him but his hand stops you smacking you harshly, you whimper.
âNeedy little slut ainât ya?â He chuckles.
âI need you, please.â You pant.
Oh, he needed you more. He thought. Your clit was now throbbing, you were basically dripping, you knew by now your panties were drenched. You were aching for him in every way.
His finger dips inside your thongs, you gasp as his finger tip runs up and down your wet slit, easily moving. Heâs teases your enterance making you groan in frustration.
âDonât be a tease.â You breathe, voice hoarse and needy.
âOh like how you been today?â
Your head falls in pleasure as he gives in, easing one thick finger inside you, stretching you out. He continuously hits your sweet spot deep inside you. Your hips buck back to him, causing him to add another finger, you moan. Your thighs start to shake as your body starts reaching your climax, not being able to hold yourself up much longer.
âDaryl, I-Iâm-â you moan, your walls convulsing around him. âGonna cum.â
Daryl smirks, suddenly his hand come out of your pants, fingers covered in your arousal. You clench around nothing, still throbbing. Aggravation floods your body. Your body turns to face him quickly, pushing his shoulders back, he doesnât even budge.
âWhat the fuck was that for?â You snap.
âNot coming unless itâs on my cock, pretty thing.â He says, pulling you back into him. âOnly I can take care of ya pretty little pussy, remember that.â
Your anger fades away as his lips attack your neck, softy and gently. You quickly break the kiss to yank your pants off, he unbottons his quickly. His hands go underneath your thighs signaling you to jump which you do, he catches you with ease, backing you up against the closest wall.
Your throw your arms around his neck as he kisses your neck again, he grabs his erection putting it against your soaking wet entrance, his tip rubbing up and down your slit, you whimper, your grasp tightening on him.
âReady?â He whispers and you nod.
He flexes his hips, his erection sliding into you, filling you up. He grunts as he bottoms out, you gasp, enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out as pleasure shoots across your body.
âFuck,â he grunts, his rythym speeding up. âMiss ya tight little pussy so much.â
âAh,â you moan, burying your face into his warm neck.
His hips continue to rock into you, pushing you harder up against the wall. The wet sounds filling the air. He felt amazing in you causing you to throw your head back against the wall.
âDar,â you whimper. âYou feel so g-good.â
âYeah baby?â He says through clenched teeth.
Your legs wrap around him tighter, you couldâve sworn you felt him in your belly. His breathing labored, you clench around him, pulsing. Your hands twist in his hair causing him to groan in pleasure. You snap, your climax coating him as he releases inside you.
âFuck,â he mumbles, breathing heavily into your neck. âFucking hell.â
âThat was,â you start, your breathing matching his. âThat was amazing.â
He pulls out, leaving you empty, missing the feel of him. He sets you down and your legs wobble a bit and he catches you quickly, steadying you. You giggle as you hold onto his wrists.
âCan ya walk?â He grins, full of pride.
âWhat can I say, Dixon? Itâs all your fault.â You smile.
You slip your pants back on, along with your thong, feeling the sweet stickiness from his climax dripping out of you, you groan, the sticky feeling between your thighs being too much.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âYouâre dripping out of me, literally.â
He laughs pulling you into him, sweetly kissing your lips and tapping your butt before releasing you.
âWhat can I say? Itâs all your fault.â
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hello!!! I was wondering if you could write a part 2 for dilf!konig? I didn't think I would be into it, but I read it and... it's awakened something in me. i need more dilf!konig
thank you!!!!!!!
A/n: so you, my lovely little sluts, seem to really like my smutty silly headcanons. But donât worry babies, I have some more to satiate your hungerđ
Part 1 here
Dilf! König headcanons pt 2
Warnings: NSFW, mdni, smut, fem! reader, age-gap implied, unprotected sex, cheating (I know, Iâm sorryđ), nasty nastiness
Dilf! König, whom you reach out the next day with a cute âhi, itâs me Y/n<3â text, and a few hours later end up in his hotel room, pressed onto plush mattress of his king sized bed as König bullied his throbbing cock into your poor drooly pussy, meaty thighs hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that, along with your shameless moans and whimpers, bounced off the tall walls, causing hotel staff to knock onto roomâs door, asking as politely as possible to be more quiet in order not to disturb other hotel guests (*cough* the whole fucking floor *cough*).
Dilf! König, who, while still at your place, takes his godchild and you to the aquapark under the guise of âspending some quality time with younglings while he canâ. You canât stop sneaking glances at his massive chiseled body, decorated with numerous battle scars, laughing nervously as your best friend asks if everything is okay, since youâve been zoning out too much lately.
Dilf! König, who riles you you absolutely stupid in the privacy of a small cafeteria bathroom as his godchild aka your best friend is way too occupied trying out all of these crazy slides to actually pay any attention to the two of you. He cums so much inside of your puffy cunny, sliding your thong back in place and murmuring âwant you to carry a piece of me wherever you goâ sweetly into your ear, smacking your ass playfully as you leave on trembling legs, exiting himself a few moments later as to rise no suspicions.
Dilf! König, who smirks ever so slightly when he sees some young dudes approximately your age unsuccessfully trying to hit on you, failing miserably to gain even a second of your blissful attention. He notices how you rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and if he watches closely enough, König may even see a little dark spot on your bottoms - his pearly cum oozing out of your fucked-out pussy, staining bright fabric of your sexy swimsuit.
Dilf! König, who buys you tickets to Vienna in first class and pays for your luxurious hotel room, just so you can meet again. He greets you with a huge bouquet of tulips (bc roses are plain as fuck, duhđ) at the airport, giving you a warm hug and asking how your journey was, driving to his favorite restaurant to feed you some traditional Austrian food. He shows you around all the significant places of Vienna, giving you a little excursion, telling your all the stories and myths behind certain places.
Dilf! König, who that night has you splayed out onto huge queen-sized bed of your hotel room, eating your pretty pussy out like a man starved, sucking on your needy puffy clit and fucking your tight hole with three thick fingers while desperately rutting his hips into soft mattress, trying to get at least some type of friction against his achingly hard dick.
Dilf! König who soon has you begging for his heavy cock inside of your pussy, fucking your brains out until youâre a babbling silly mess writhing on white sheets, nothing more than a boneless puddle in his skilled hands. And he is more than happy to comply with all your little whims.
Dilf! König, who actually has a wife with whom he has been married for over ten years. The spark between them long gone, itâs more like two acquaintances living together rather than a married couple - continuing sharing one house and one bed more out of a habit - simply because both are used to that, not bothered enough to move out. Both König and his wife are perfectly aware of each otherâs flings on the side, but still not caring enough to actually do something about it. All hopes of saving their marriage are long gone and forgotten, none of two having any wish to actually deal with their spouse.
Dilf! König who takes special interest in you. You, pretty little thing, so youthful and full or energy, so hopelessly romantic with heart so full of love that König almost drowns in it. You are the sparkle he so lacks in his grey taunted life, youâre the positive adrenaline he craves so much. You give him butterflies flaring in his guts and electric shocks running down his spine whenever Königâs lips meet yours in a searing kiss - and he quickly became addicted to that feeling, not planning on letting go of you anytime soon.
Dilf! König who basically becomes your sugar daddy. He loves spoiling his precious baby, lavishing you with designer clothes and fancy jewelry, taking you to vacations all around the world whenever he has time free from work. He makes a lot of money as a colonel - so much that he doesnât know what to do with it. So why not spurge on his favorite girl? And what König likes even more is to rip these unbelievably expensive togs off, revealing your sexy body; to see all these sparkly jewels jiggle and kling softly as he pounds you with his thick cock, watching your face contort in pleasure so strong it almost hurts, but youâre way too greedy to stop him, only begging for more.
Dilf! König, who has absolutely no idea how this all is going to end up like. Numerous scenarios and possibilities playing in his head nonstop - finally divorcing his wife and marrying you instead. You getting over him and moving on with your own life, leaving König and everything related to him behind. Him getting killed on one of the missions, and you not having a single clue as to why he so suddenly disappeared. These and many others - but one thing König is absolutely fucking sure of is that he will never get bored of you. And no matter what happens, heâll never turn you, his little angel, down. Youâre his favorite precious girl, after all<3
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