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Hellaurr
I had a very interesting dream plz I'm desperate for Minho to facefuck me so so so so rough plz I'm literally foaming in the mouth for his cum (desperate ass call for desperate measures 🤣🤣🤣)
(with lots of degrading plz)
Hehe if ur comfortable could you make it a male!reader? If not it's fine hehe just make it gn or fem, heheheheheheh tysm 🎉✨💅
I was so excited when this ask hit my inbox. Thank you @chuuchuu1224 for sending me my first ever request for a male!reader 😘
I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, and it was so fucking hot in my head, but now I’m about to post it I’m a little nervous. As much as I love writing from a guys perspective (usually skz member’s perspective with fem!reader), I’m not a guy. So I’m never going to truly know the experience. I hope I did ok 🫣
To my female readers: I really hope you give this a read because I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it if you generally enjoy my work. Minho face fucking is a need.
Lastly, degradation is a challenge for me (I’m a praise baby, but I love reading degradation). I’m sorry if it’s not degrading enough 😬.
CW basically everything in the ask 👆
‼️⚠️As always MDNI⚠️‼️
You watched Minho perform every single week at the local theatre. Saying he was your favourite dancer was an understatement. You were well and truly obsessed with him. Your eyes would be glued on his incredible physique from start to finish, not even noticing the other performers.
Minho was everything. Strong and controlled. Fluid and graceful. He had an expression of disdain one minute, a cute flirty glimmer in his eyes the next. And the way he rolled his hips whilst looking down at himself? Well, that always got you leaking, right there in the theatre.
Every week, you'd grow hard in your pants while sitting in the audience, hoping the person who sat next to you didn't see the boner your were sporting.
You'd think about him all the way home, and more often than not, you had to fuck into your hand before you even made it into the house. You always made sure to keep a packet of tissues in the glovebox of your car.
Tonight, Minho's performance had you hornier than usual, and you made an executive decision to go find the bathrooms to alleviate your situation, before anyone had a chance to see the state you were in.
"Y/n? That is your name, right?" A voice stopped you just as you were about to walk into the bathroom. Startled, and a little panicked, you turned to the person speaking to you.
Minho. Fuck. Your hands quickly tried to hide the bulge in your pants.
Minho's eyes followed your hands to your crotch. "hmph." he grunted and raised an eyebrow.
"Y-yes...that's me." you smiled sheepishly whilst dying inside.
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"I've seen you here before, y/n." Minho said as he stripped the last of your clothes off your body. "Many times, in fact."
You were laying completely naked on a huge couch in a back room of the theatre. You gripped your cock as you watched Minho casually undress himself, tossing the garments to the floor. "Do you come to watch me?" he turned and smirked at you, before his eyes dropped to where you held yourself. “Tsk tsk. I didn’t say you could touch yourself now did I?”
You immediately released your cock, letting it lay against your lower abs, and swallowed hard in anticipation. What was Minho going to do to you?
“I see your pretty little face in the audience. Every. Single. Week.” He sauntered towards you and ran his hand up your leg, then your torso, causing you to tremble. “Watching me with that slutty mouth hung open.” He cupped your chin. “And you know what I wonder to myself every time I see you?”
Your eyes grew wide as they stared up at the man you’d admired from afar for so long.
“What that mouth would look like choking on my cock?”
You groaned and closed your eyes, your dick hardening even more.
“Hmm.” Minho stroked your cheek. “You like the idea of my cock rammed down your throat.” He forced your mouth open, shoving two fingers inside. You moaned again and sucked on his fingers, showing him what a good, obedient boy you could be.
He pulled his fingers out abruptly, dragging your saliva all over your chin.
Minho moved to grab your legs and pulled you further down the length of the couch, then climbed over you to straddle your chest. His magnificent dancer’s thighs pressed down on your chest, and his delicious, mouthwatering cock, was mere inches from your face.
“Beg me for it.” He said coldly, gripping his cock with one hand and a fistful of your hair in the other.
Your eyes started to water at the desperation you felt. You wanted him so bad you’d do anything to have him just use you. Use you for his pleasure and discard you when he was done. You’d thank him for it.
“Pl-please… Minho… need…your cock. Need your cum.” You whined.
Minho rubbed the head of his cock along your lower lip, swiping precum on it like it was lip gloss. You started to wriggle, you needed him to put it inside you now!
“Use me… please…I wanna be your cockslut.” You sobbed. Minho kept rubbing the tip of his cock along the edge of your mouth.
“Yeah? Want me to fuck you good? Destroy your throat, hmm?”
You nodded desperately.
“Okay. If you think you can take it. Open.” He demanded, and you complied instantly. “No touching yourself or me.”
He pushed his cock deep into your mouth and hissed as it passed over your tongue.
“That’s it.. take it down…Such a fucking slut. Yes. Open wider.” He pulled out halfway and thrust his hips to push himself in further.
You couldn’t breathe. He filled your mouth so good. He tasted like soap and sweat. His skin so velvety and smooth, and the way the veins felt along you tongue did things to your insides.
Minho fucked into your mouth furiously, hitting the back of your throat every single time. Your eyes watered and you hoped with everything you had that you didn’t gag.
“You’re taking this a little too well.” Grunted Minho. With the hand that was gripping your hair, he pushed the back of your head into the couch, and angled his hips to push his cock in until your lips were wrapped around the base. The tip squeezed past your throat, making you gag with a gurgling sound, and your face turn red.
“Finally choking on it properly now.” He slapped your cheek, and fucking you harder still.
You were pinned under his strong legs, unable to escape - not that you wanted to. Your legs started moving about, and your hips began to jutt against thin air. You wanted some friction, but your poor cock had to just lay there, swollen and neglected.
Your hand came up to rest on Minho’s thighs. That was a big mistake.
Minho paused, still lodged deep in your mouth. “What did I say, slut? Take your filthy hands off me.” He said through gritted teeth.
You whimpered around his cock as you removed your hands.
Minho sighed and looked up to the ceiling, before looking back down at your fucked out face. “What am I going to do with you?” He asked himself.
He pulled out of your mouth and climbed off you. Your eyes widened. “No… please! Minho… I can be good… I wanna be good… please… need you..”
Minho simply ignored you and moved around behind your head to drag you so your head was hanging off the edge of the couch arm. Then he disappeared momentarily, returning with a soft belt from a bath robe.
“Little boys that misbehave must be punished. Don’t you think?” He said tying your hands together, then moving back to wear your head hung.
“Open wide little cockslut.” He said in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. Of course you obliged, opening as wide as you could.
You knew he wasn’t going to be gentle. His cock pushed past your tongue and deep into your throat, until he was all the way in. The more you struggled and the more you gagged, the harder his cock became, and the further down your throat he forced himself.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to choke on it.” He growled as your lips pressed against his pelvis. “I’m gonna be real nice and give you exactly what you want. I’m gonna make you fuckin’ choke.” His hand came to your throat and pressed around where his cock was stretching you open.
“Fuck…so tight…shit…fuck.” He hissed, slamming himself into you brutally.
You had no choice but to gladly take it.
“So fucking pathetic, with your leaking cock. Bet you’re gonna cum untouched… so desperate… so fucking pathetic.”
You whimpered, moaned, thrashed around as Minho held your head in place with his cock and his hands. “That’s it. Take it like the desperate little cockslut you are.”
Your neglected cock was well and truly leaking, tears were streaming from your eyes, and your mouth was dribbling messily. Yet you needed more.
You needed Minho’s cum. You wanted him to completely fucking ruin you. Just the thought of tasting his cum had you on the edge of your own orgasm, and your demise came when you opened your eyes to get the perfect view of Minho’s ass. Your cries were muffled as the coil inside you snapped and you felt ropes of your own cum land on your stomach as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami.
“So pathetic.” Grunted Minho when he saw you make a mess on yourself, then he was filling you up. “Drink it up… That’s it… Like a good little cockslut.” He panted as spurts of cum hit the back of your throat, then he pulled out to paint your face with the reminder of his seed.
“Fuck!” He growled throwing his head back as he allowed himself to calm down.
You tried to catch your breath whilst trying to desperately lick as much cum from around your face as possible. You didn’t want to waste a drop.
Minho began to redress, raking his eyes over you as he pulled his sweats up. You thought he was going to just leave you there, naked and used. If you were honest with yourself you were thrilled with that thought.
Unexpectedly, Minho knelt beside you with a towel, wiping you up and untying you.
Then he did something more unexpected.
He took you in a deep kiss.
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#skz smut#lee minho smut#lee minho scenarios#lee know x reader#lee know x male reader#sorshas after dark ask box#sorshas fic
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Tell me more about kenstewy and eye contact?
It's actually not even just a Kendall and Stewy thing to be honest, I'm broadly fascinated by the way Kendall avoids eye contact and the different ways people deal with that, because I think it says a lot about certain dynamics, and not even just necessarily dynamics with Kendall. This whole cast is made up of such incredible physical performers, so getting to see them bounce off each other and respond to a behaviour like this is just a lot of fun to unpack.
In particular at the moment, I've been a little obsesed with seeing the parallels between Roman and Logan's physicality, because on the one hand, they're super different – Roman can't sit still, he exudes this energy that somehow manages to be both anxious and overtly confident – but fascinatingly, he often is physical with Kendall in similar ways to Logan.
Everyone knows this one, I think:
But I'd add:
And in particular because it's when Kendall's avoiding eye contact:
I could ramble about this a lot, but I'll spare you, haha, and just say that I think it's this sort of fascinating embodiment of how Roman has learnt gesture and physicality from his father, and that I think it's especially pertinent that in all these examples, it's when Roman's feeling a sort of baser emotion – anger and self-righteousness, grief or frustration – where he pivots towards handling his brother in the way their father would.
(Shiv and Stewy beneath the cut)
Interestingly, I think Shiv adopts a part of their dad too in that sense, but I do think it's a pretty different for her. I think especially of that scene in 2.04 where she tells Kendall to look at her:
While I do imagine Logan's said that to Kendall over the years, likely particularly when he was young, I think it carries different weight for Shiv. I think for her, Kendall not looking at her during serious conversations ties deeply to her self-esteem which ultimately means that she associates him not looking at her as him not seeing her. I don't think that's what it is from Kendall's point of view at all, but I do think it kind of ties into that sense of Kendall and Shiv being two sides of the same coin.
Kendall desperately needs his siblings to like him, and Shiv desperately needs them to respect her, and the way that manifests in their particular push-pull is so ripe. I have a lot of thoughts on this more specifically too, haha, but I do think there's this particularly fascinating contrast in this sense where Kendall so desperately wants to see his siblings in s3, particularly at his birthday party, and they pollute that with the letter and the birthday party machinations, and Shiv so desperately wants to truly be seen by them in a way that makes her feel like their equal, and they pollute that through Kendall's insults in 3.02 and then hijacking her moment, through Connor telling her everyone at Waystar was just entertaining her, and through Roman - - well. Everything he did in s3 to her really.
Where Stewy's different again I think really speaks to his character too in the sense that he finds ways to get Kendall to look at him, but it's not through physically moving him like Roman and Logan, or demanding like Shiv, but he tends to chase his gaze. He pushes himself back into Kendall's line of vision.
He does it a few times throughout the seasons, but the most obvious example to me is really in 1.03:
He doesn't even just meet Kendall's gaze, he chases it down in a way that totally affects his posture and physical shape. I think it speaks a lot to Stewy's nature (and to the way Arian is such a brilliant physical performer too), but also his relationship and familiarity to Kendall.
He knows how to meet Kendall where he's at, even when Kendall doesn't really want to be met, and it shows how his charisma and ability to be what and who people need has gotten him to where he is.
It's a fascinating thing to unpack!
#sorry it took me so long to get to this one anon!#it got swallowed up in my inbox for a minute#a v fun one to think about though#this cast is sooo good#and they're all really responsive to each other#which adds so much texture#kendall + logan#kendall + roman#kendall + shiv#logan + roman#kendall x stewy#kendall roy#hbo succession#succession meta#welcome to my ama
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please please i’d like to request a carmy blurb with the dialogue prompt “Don't go on that date” ❤️
Divine Timing.
carmy berzatto x female reader
warnings - cursing
written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here. inbox here.
He’s in a bad mood.
Technically, he’s always in a bad mood. But this is the worst you’ve seen him in a long time.
He’s screamed at Richie, belittled Marcus and pissed off Tina in the span of approximately five minutes, and everyone is tired. So, they enlist your help.
You speak fluent Carmy, Syd had said once. You’re the only one he listens to.
So, the next time he shouts, you shout back. Louder.
“Sydney, what the fuck are you doing?” he yells bitterly.
“Carmen, if you don’t stop fucking screaming, I’ll smack you so hard in front of everyone - I swear to fucking God.”
You yell back at a volume that shocks even Richie. The Beef stands still, everyone too afraid to move. Carmy is startled, stuck in place.
“We’re taking five,” you tell him, linking your fingers into his. “Come on.”
You drag him outside, sitting him down in his usual spot. You grab a water bottle and throw it at him, raising your eyebrows in a gesture that says drink it or else. He does as he’s told.
You let him wallow in the silence for a while, calming down slowly but surely. You look over, expecting to see him still angry, or frustrated. Instead, he just looks sad.
You move to sit next to him, turning your body so you can see his face clearly.
“What’s the matter, Carm? What’s got you so riled up today, hmm?”
“Nothin’” he replies, kicking his shoe into the ground. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Does matter. You can’t take your feelings out on everyone in the kitchen, you know. It isn’t fair.”
“I know.”
Your phone make a noise, and you check the screen quickly before shoving it back in your pocket.
“Anyone important?”
“Nah. Just the guy I’m meant to be seeing later, checking in to see if I’m still good.”
Carmy tenses, whole body going rigid beside you. You feel it, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Listen, Carm. If you don’t wanna tell me what’s bothering you, then fine. But you’ve got to work it out in your own time - not in the fucking kitchen. Got it?”
He’s quiet for a moment, deep in thought. Finally, he speaks.
“Don’t go on that date.”
Your head whips around in disbelief.
“What?”
He ducks his head, willing the ground to swallow him whole.
“Don’t go on that date. Please.”
“Is that… is that what’s got you all upset?”
He scoffs and immediately regrets it, looking at you with softness in his eyes that’s rare as diamonds.
“Yeah.”
“Carmen… why?”
He takes a deep breath, gaze never leaving yours.
“It’s been eating me up, the idea of you going out with some guy. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but… I didn’t want it to be awkward, when you didn’t feel the same way. We work together, we see each other every day, and I didn’t wanna fuck up our friendship.”
“So… you took your anger out on everyone else?”
“Yeah, fuck. I didn’t mean to. Think I just bottled up my feelings too much.”
“Who says I don’t feel the same way?”
Carmy chokes on his breath, staring at you in disbelief.
“You… wait- what?”
“Anyone can see that I like you, Carm. I have since the day I met you and you flashed me one of those million dollar smiles of yours.”
He gives you one now, all bright and bashful.
“This is the last time anything like this happens, you hear me? From now on, you talk to me. And I’ll talk to you. It goes both ways.”
He nods, agreeing wholeheartedly.
“Here’s the deal, Berzatto. You go in there and apologise individually to each and every person you’ve been a dick towards today, and I’ll cancel my date with the douchebag I didn’t wanna see anyway.”
“And you’ll date me instead.”
You laugh, head thrown back and eyes crinkling.
“Fine. But only if the apologies are super heartfelt.”
He shakes his head, chuckling from deep within his chest. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he presses a kiss to your temple.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For yelling at me back there. I needed it.”
You smile, leaning into him.
“You’re so welcome.”
“It was super hot, too.”
“Shut up, Berzatto,” you chide, but you can’t fight the grin that etches itself on your face.
#murphy’s 5k celebration#carmen berzatto x you#carmen berzatto imagine#carmen berzatto x y/n#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x reader fluff#carmen berzatto fluff#carmy berzatto fluff#carmy berzatto x reader fluff#carmy berzatto imagine#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader smut#carmy berzatto smut#the bear x reader#the bear fluff#the bear smut#the bear x you#the bear imagine#carmen berzatto x reader smut#carmen berzatto smut#carmen berzatto angst#carmy berzatto angst
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I love reading your stuff, if you may be so kind, can we get some clingy geto?
I hope you're having a great day! 💕
✎ "i've got the whole world in my arms"
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note : ahhh i found this buried in the inbox :( omg !! i'm so late but i wrote a little something i hope it nourishes ur heart
"angel... stay a little longer with me, will you?"
you're about to head out after a long night spent cuddling when he says this. and he's clinging to your body, refusing to let you go. your soft chuckling response makes his chest quiver.
"suguru, i've gotta go. my mom expects me to be home soon."
his addam's apple shifts as he swallows. he looks up at your face, eyes clouding with love.
"...please?" he makes a quiet plea.
you sigh and look down at him like you're adoring a puppy. your boyfriend really takes after one with how he heels you in public and cuddles up to your lap when it's just you and him in his cozy apartment.
"...but i told her i'd... aw... don't give me those eyes, suguru... i swear, you're like a baby sometimes."
"yeah... i'm your baby. can't you stay just... mmm... five more minutes?"
you laugh again. his pupils dilate a bit when he stares at your creasing features.
"ah, that tactic? like when you wake up in bed and think "just five more minutes"?"
he lets out a small mhm. it turns into a woeful longing sound when you attempt to recede out of his embrace again. his grip tightens on you.
"dare you to try pull away from me again, 'n i'll — come here — (kisskisskiss, you receive so many cute threatening kisses) try pull away from me like that again and i'll tie you to my bed."
you're giggling into his chest, cheeks feeling toasty. he feels your hair graze under his chin, tickling his skin. it makes his heart lurch.
"baby... i've got the whole world in my arms. how could i ever let you go?"
#✎ newspaper clippings#geto#geto suguru#geto x reader#fluff#he's like a little toffee sweet#he needs u to carry him around in ur bag#🤭💗#god forbid u pull out of geto's cuddles#that's a crime in his eyes
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Not to be annoying but I rlly hope u write some kind of blurb for the jealous frat!Peter when someone flirts w reader after they are officially boyfriend girlfriend bc u wanna assess what kind of relationship they'll have after all the emotional trauma and angstttttt (idk if u got my first ask though)
*cleaning out my inbox*
kisses scattered across your face woke you up, hair tickled your nose, and you showed you were awake by lightly pushing on peter’s shoulder. it's just too early.
'can't snooze me, trouble. you're the one that told me to wake you up.' another round of kisses, your wake up call isn't that terrible. 'c'mon, up and at 'em. you've got a midterm to study for, leslie's waiting for you.'
his reasoning doesn't make you move any quicker, it was on leslie for choosing saturday morning as peak study time. you weren't even able to hang at the party last night, instead you hunkered down in peter's room and lightly woke when he crawled into bed around one to tug you into his side.
'it's so early.' peter pouts against your cheek, 'you'll survive. you've been putting in overtime this week. i swear that you've hung out with leslie everyday.' it's true, and like peter said before your first study session 'you'll feel your brain grow, super proud of you.' there's no question you'll ace the midterm.
'promise me you'll let me sleep in tomorrow?' a flurry of kisses, you savor them, you know it's the last attack of the day. 'you got it.'
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peter thought you could use a little pick me up, so, he gladly walked into the library doors with your favorite fast food. it might've been slightly selfish, because he knows he just won himself some brownie points.
it took him a minute, but he found you. back in the study section, lightly kicking your feet under the table. you were nodding your head while chewing on the end of your pen, peter's heart picked up; he couldn't wait to see the look on your face.
you laugh, he smiles. peter moves around a bookcase and comes to a sudden stop. sitting right next to you, was a guy. he had your total attention, no other sign of people around you, peter couldn't even try to pretend it had turned into a last minute group session.
peter finds it hard to swallow, it's not that you're not allowed to hang out with guys, it's the fact that you lied about it. was there ever a leslie, or was it code for this guy the whole time?
the answer will be in your reaction, and he's about to catch you. you don't see him coming, your eyes flash to the bag on the table then to the hand setting it down. you almost burst at the seams, a surprise visit and your favorite food.
'peter!' you wince at your tone, a nasty look from the table next to you gets a silent apology. 'what are you doing here?' you're already digging through the bag, you miss the inspection he's doing on your study partner. you also miss the way he's avoiding peter's eyes.
'just wanted to say hi,' you chew on a fry and hold your mouth closed while you pucker, a chaste kiss. 'hi.' you swallow and tap on the arm next to you, peter follows the motion closely. 'have you met peter yet?'
'uh, no.' he scoots closer to the table, you shrug and look up at peter. he has his focus on leslie, it seems more intimidating than friendly. when your study buddy looks to you for help, peter loses it.
'trouble? wanna come talk to me for a minute?' you frown, your fries are at the perfect temperature. 'but, you-' the look in peter's eyes tells you he isn't playing, a sense of urgency has you scooting your chair back.
the second you're ducked behind a shelf, it spits out. 'who the fuck is that?' peter's tone has you drawing your head back, it's sudden and aggressive. 'who, leslie?' he laughs, 'nice try, who is he?'
it feels accusatory, you take a slight step back. 'that's leslie, peter.' he snorts, 'and you left out the fact he's a guy?' the reason for his sudden change makes you feel dirty, you don't like how he's directing his words.
'i didn't feel like it had to be spesified.' peter nods sarcastically, 'so i tell you i'm hanging out with... jordan, and i've been around them for hours a day, for the entire week then you find out it's a chick and you wouldn't mind? not even a little bit?'
'it depends on what you're doing with her.' a dry laugh, 'you knew exactly what the fuck you were doing with that name shit. don't stand here and tell me i'm the idiot.'
he's making you feel sad, you don't understand how peter could think of you like that. 'i don't understand why you're so upset.' peter tugs at his snapback, scratching at his curls, he replaces it.
'because you're my fucking girlfriend.'
your arms cross, 'so i can no longer hang out with any other guy?' maybe you were being a little difficult, but he's the one that implied you were cheating, or at the very least capable of it.
'jesus christ, that's what you jump to? no, honey-' the name sounded sour, '-it's the fact that you knew i'd think he was a girl and you didn't try to change that.'
'i don't see why it matters.' peter feels like he's talking in circles and he really wants to break from the conversation because he can feel his frustration building, he's about to start saying things he'll regret.
'it doesn't!' you pull on his arm with wide eyes, your head spins to look around. peter brings himself to a whisper shout, 'it doesn't fucking matter, but it starts to matter when you lie to me.'
'don't make it seem like i'm cheating on you.' you tried to ease him down, like the two had nothing in common. it was the wrong choice of words, a fire blazed in peter's eyes. you stepped back when peter pointed a finger at you, for once, he's making you feel really small.
'you're the one who brought up cheating. go back to your fucking friend, i'm done.'
you try to grab onto his wrist, but peter shakes you off like you're nothing. 'peter,' he has no interest in what you have to say, you can't follow him, he's too quick. 'peter!'
when he's out of sight you look down at the ground and sigh. peter was right, you knew what you were doing by alluding to the fact leslie was a girl. and peter doesn't care when you hang out with other guys, but because you left that part out, you've been lying by omission and it makes everything seem worse than it is.
you just don't know what he meant by 'i'm done,' and you really hope it just pertains to the conversation. either way, you shuffle back to your table with a tail between your legs and hope to god peter would let you apologize.
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gentle knocks at the frat door, you were scared that if you gave peter a heads up, he'd bolt.
'uh oh, you're in trouble.' ethan has a smug look, it tells you that he's been preparing for you to show up. 'how much?' you need to know your chances before you can think of your plea bargain.
ethan wavers, 'he was... upset.' you hold your face between your hands as you slide in, mumbling out a 'fuck,' before building confidence to move up the stairs.
you lightly tap on your boyfriend's door, when there's no response you slowly twist the door knob. peter's lying on his bed, ankles crossed while a book covers his face.
'peter?' the door clicks shut. you timidly step forward, 'petey?' nothing from him, just a slight adjustment and he's back to reading. 'did we break up?'
the book drops, you're looking right at him. 'no, we didn't break up.' you can breathe a little bit better even if he went back to glaring at words, the main anxiety was flushed. 'okay, good.' you reach the end of his bed, rubbing at his shin you try to soften him up.
'i love you.' peter has a very unimpressed glance when you capture his total attention by taking a seat, pushing into his thighs. 'i don't know why i didn't tell you leslie was a guy, i mean, i honestly forgot but when you started saying she... i didn't correct you.' your fingers twiddle with the band of his watch, 'and i don't know why, i guess i wasn't thinking about it like that. but yeah, i'd feel a bit cheated if you did the same to me.'
'you keep saying cheat.'
cheating is almost number one in things you should never do to your partner, but for some reason, it really hits something in peter. just saying the word, out of context, has him pulling from your touch.
'peter, c'mon, stop it. you know what i mean. i'd never, ever cheat on you. i love you too much. i was on the spot and i thought you were implying i was cheating, and i was trying to say i wasn't cheating but then i think you took that as a guilty conscious coming forward and admitting i was cheat-'
'please stop saying cheating. please.'
you hold your mouth shut, a sheepish look crosses over your face. 'sorry.' it comes out as a mumble, it's an uncomfortable silence. you don't really know what to say, or do. you smash repetitive clicks on the side button of peter's watch, when you take a peek, he's watching your hands.
you're really trying, but you need to wash away any idea of it from his head. 'it's just that i never want you to think i'm cheating-' you're shocked into silence when peter rips his arm from you.
'fucking quit it with the cheating, trouble.' you open and close your mouth like a guppy, nothing sounds right. 'i know you don't like it, but i just need you to know that me hiding that leslie was a guy didn't mean i was trying to-'
'say cheat one more time, i fucking dare you.'
you stay silent. 'i don't know how to fix it, peter. i'm sorry i lied, and i’m sorry i keep saying the 'c' word.' you jump at peter's stage claps, you never knew how sarcastic a noise could sound.
'there we go! that was hard, huh?' it leaves a bad taste in your mouth, you frown at him. 'you don't need to be so condescending.' peter snorts, 'and you don't need to be lying about girls who are guys that wanna fuck you.'
you freeze on the spot, pushing the words out like they'll make you puke if you think too hard about them. 'leslie doesn't want to fuck me.' peter nudges your back with his knee, 'you're cute.'
you shake your head, 'i mean it. he knows you're my boyfriend, i talk about you all the time.'
'that's so cute, you're so cute.' you push his arm, 'i mean it, peter! i promise he wants nothing to do with me, he even told me he likes someone else.'
peter plays along for the sake of it, 'oh, yeah? he does? let me guess... it's someone you know.' you light up, 'yes! he wouldn't tell me if we were friends, but he said i know her!'
'right, right. and she's super pretty, right? maybe a little outgoing?' it's impressing how well peter knows this. 'yes-' peter keeps going, 'maybe intimidating because she'd never notice him? and how she might not be into a guy like him?'
peter's ticked every single box; your eyebrows furrow, a supercut of every moment you've had with your study partner runs through your mind. you see where you've been dumb on hints, and how you very much are... the girl you know.
'and that might be because she...' you fill in the blanks with shame, 'has a boyfriend.' it's muttered in a deep tone, pitch mocking peter's next words.
a brew of frustration, not on peter, but on men in general. you can't even study without being hunted? and why the fuck does peter know the game so well?
'this is bullshit! what the fuck is your problem?' you stand and glare down at peter, demanding him to answer on behalf of the world's male population. peter holds a hand on his chest, 'what the fuck is my problem? i don't know, what did i do?'
'you!' you point at him, again, a placeholder for all feminine rage. 'you fucking- you're a... you're a man and you suck and why am i constantly fucking sexualized? all i wanted-' you suck in for air, you don't know why you feel a lump in your throat, is this something really worth crying over? yes.
'all i wanted was a friend.' no tears, you're full of anger again. who does that to a person? 'and the whole time i'm being baited? i just wanted to pass my fucking class, peter! i wanted to do it without your help and the second i don't have a fucking man tied to my hip, i'm being plotted against?'
'trouble,' peter's heart hurts and you can hear it.
'no! it's so unfair, and it's unfair that you'll never understand it. it's unfair that i have to live my entire life afraid of what's behind my shoulder. it's unfair that i can't be left alone. even when i make it clear i already have the person i want. it's just-'
you sink next to peter, he sits up to hug you. 'unfair. it's really, really unfair and i'm sorry i can't relate or understand. i'm sorry you thought you had a friend, i'm sorry you feel like you can't relax, and i'm sorry i rubbed it in your face.'
he did rub it in your face.
'you have plenty of guy friends with good intentions that would do anything to keep you out of harm's way. that includes calling out other guys that may not have them, but i could've been nicer. i'm sorry i'm just a man sometimes. i'll work on it, i promise.'
you melt into his touch, peter is very much just a man sometimes. but he's your man and always good at calling himself out when he needs it. 'is that why you thought i cheated on you?'
'the next time you say cheat, you owe me twenty bucks.' you ignore the quip, 'is it?'
peter scoffs as he rubs your back. 'i didn't think you were cheating, trouble. i was upset that my girlfriend was lying about who she was hanging out with.' a slew of kisses to your hairline follow.
'and maybe a little jealous.' you laugh, there's nothing for him to be jealous over, but he's super serious and pulls away to cup your face so you're looking right at him.
'because you're my baby, and i need it to stay that way.'
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hai this isnt the same anon that initally requested it but i too would love to see brat! reader :3 maybe with gojo? <3
♯ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐊.
⟣ sypnosis. satoru eating you out simply because you had been pushing his buttons for too long.
⟣ note. has been in my inbox for a while but i finally got the inspiration for it nyom nyom enjoy
⟣ tags. dom!gojo satoru x sub!female reader. smut. pwp (diving right into it), sprinkle of degredation, edging, cunnilingus, spanking, uhh hes eating it out from the back, pre-mature ejaculation almostttt, mention of creampie.
“fuckin’ wet already, shit.”
satoru groans as his hands grasp at your hips, keeping your lower body in place — palm harshly making contact with your ass each time you tried to take away his view of your pussy lips spread out so nicely.
it had only been a minute since satoru’s switch was flipped; since he had enough of your games and placed you on your stomach, forcing your ass up like you asked for. you had been provoking him all afternoon — on purpose — to make him lose his temper. it was your own curiosity and stubbornness that led you to this current predicament;
you simply wanted to get a reaction out of your lover whilst he was busy checking some paper work for his upcoming mission. that reaction turned into your ass up in the air, panties down at your ankles, pretty cunny right in front of satoru’s face.
“‘toru, please — want you.” you still had the guts to beg him. satoru wasn’t taking any of it, not when he was already planning on how to take revenge on your earlier actions by edging you until you start to cry tears of frustration.
your lover flicks his finger against your wetness for a second. it felt like a pinch, yet you couldn’t help but be absolutely turned on by it. the slightest of touches made your sensitive body jolt. satoru’s hot breath on your gaping pussy was just adding to the overwhelming need to be eaten out;
“hmm. . i can tell you were touching yourself before this,” the white-haired man sighs, that exhale of air making you once again squirm — gaining another heavy slap to your left buttock, “sit still. i’m not repeating myself, baby.”
you try your best to keep your own (involuntary) reactions in check. maybe if you listened to satoru, he’d reward you by tasting your pussy. he was dying to do it — to put his tongue against you, use it in ways that were going to make you come undone in just a few seconds.
though, he also did want to punish you for messing with him. as much as he wanted to eat you out — bury his face in your folds and lap up your juices diligently.
“ohh? seems like you can listen to me now, huh?” satoru chuckles, seeing how you were trying so hard not to take matters into your own hands and push your hips back against his face, “if you had just behaved and listened to me earlier like you were doing right now, i probably would’ve eaten you out long time ago.”
“too bad ya decided to be a brat today.”
all you could do in that situation was whine and beg satoru in such a lewd tone that it got him gripping your hips tighter, almost leaving bruises by how hard he was trying to hold on to his current desire to edge you. to not give you what you want until you—
“satoru, please — i’m sorry. i need you, baby.” you moan and try to look over your shoulder at your lover. if your words weren’t convincing enough to make him forgive you, your pleading looks certainly will.
and you were right; that was his breaking point. to hear you moan out his name and the nickname ‘baby’ so erotically whilst also staring at him with those glimmering eyes of yours. . . he’s given up.
his mouth immediately latches onto your soaking cunt, sucking on it to relinquish in the taste of your wetness. his nose was buried between your pussy lips, skilled tongue working circles around your clit and below the bud — swallowing his own saliva which was mixed with your slick,
“mmph—fuck—you got me good this time.” he mutters whilst his eyes rolled back into his head from the way you were trying to ride the feeling of his tongue. his big hands held your hips down as he knelt behind you, keeping you from escaping even if the stimulation was becoming too much.
satoru could feel his cock stir in his trousers. it begged for a release - for a release deep inside your walls - the place his cum belongs. your loud moans and your round ass that jiggled slightly as you tried to grind against his tongue, made the sorcerer want to cum already.
“shiiit, yeah—show me that fucking ass.” satoru grunts once he feels you clench around nothing due to the feeling of his fingers digging into the fat of your ass. his mouth continues its magic on your dripping cunt, keeping your lips spread so his tongue could tease and dip the slightest bit into your throbbing entrance.
his own hips buck up into nothing—an automatic reaction to your needy whines and motions, along with the delicious taste of your tight little cunt. satoru could feel you shake, your noises of pleasure increasing — which could only be due to one thing;
“aht, aht. not yet,” your lover chuckles and pulls his mouth away last minute, before you could finish and hit your long-awaited release. you groan in frustration, though that only turned satoru on even more as he watched the sloppy mess around the skin of your pussy. a mixture of his saliva and your sticky wetness;
satoru could’ve sworn that he almost felt himself cum in his pants. if he hadn’t pulled back, he would’ve orgasmed right along with you — which he doesn’t want. he wants it to be with you and in you.
though, you’d still have to earn that latter. you’d have to earn your orgasm and his body if you wanted to get anything out of your current situation.
“did ya really think i forgot how much of a tease you were earlier?” satoru coos, almost in a condescending manner, his finger tracing your vulva slightly to keep you wanting more.
“how adorable of you.” he purrs before placing a soft kiss against your aching pussy — one that made it tingle and tighten up around nothing again.
it was in that moment that you knew: you weren’t going to catch a break tonight.
#sttoru writes.#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x you#gojo x you#jjk fic#uhm ywah the ending is hurried bcs idk
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Please please please, vox blowjob hesdcanons? like how he likes his dick suckedddd pleaseeee
Vox x Reader Headcanons: Fellatio Fantasy
NSFW WARNING! MINORS DNI!
A/N: Omg I forgot this one had just been sitting in my inbox ahdosbdjsjdh- I literally had to figure out how to title this in such a way where it wasn't so obviously explicit slang WAHAHAHAHA- Also I hope you enjoy this anon! It's probably not my best work considering I'm still new to writing smut but I gave it a shot! I also have no idea if this is short or not compared to other headcanon lists but this is kinda just an idea vomit drabble from me.
Given how Vox is the type that loves having power over others- it's not unexpected that he'd immediately get worked up at the idea of you on your knees sucking him off.
I'd reckon that while he definitely loves seeing your fucked out expression after a good romp, he also likes working up to that point starting with you worshipping his dick with your mouth.
Cuz as much as this man loves to see you squirm from him decimating you with his tongue, he also likes seeing you all over the place simply because you couldn't get enough of a taste of him.
Bonus points if you're the chatty kind, this is a very sexual way he gets you to literally shut up.
"It's rude to talk with your mouth full darling~"
Let's not even begin to mention just how sneaky he'd be with you because of this.
Under the table during one of his broadcasts, in his office, etc.
This man has a high sex-drive, so you can bet his cock is going to be between your lips often-
Yes either or, top or bottom, you're welcome male and female readers!
Vox would probably always have one hand tangled in your hair while you give him head.
Just so he can control the pace.
Or completely facefuck you to ruin.
He's quite well endowed with a long 9 inches and an average girth, so it's ridiculously ambitious to try and take him all in one go the first time around.
This guy is actually long enough to end up down your throat, so pray to god your gag reflex doesn't act up because he will fuck your throat sore if you let him.
Not to mention just the names he'd call you when you're busy being so cockdrunk with his dick in your mouth.
"You're such a good slut~ taking all of me in your mouth~"
Absolutely toy with the head of his member with your tongue, it would drive him bonkers.
I also think because Vox is mostly machine/artificial, it's not entirely out there to say he'd probably have the same mouth feel as an obnoxiously long rubber toy.
That and his cum would probably taste like blue raspberry pop rocks because of the electric tingles thanks to his powers.
Either way, at least whether he finishes on your mouth or face-
It'll be one sight to see since his jizz is bright blue too.
Yes he takes pictures when he's done with you, though it's only for his personal use.
Though if you are in the mood and he's a bit too busy to actually notice at the moment-
Getting on your knees and adopting a brutally fast pace with your mouth will have this man dialed up on your ass in minutes.
Like his arousal would literally shoot sky high seeing you just between his legs pleasuring him.
Another fun scenario being you wake him up with a surprise blowjob.
This man will absolutely go to town on you if that happens.
And your jaw would definitely not be the only thing sore afterwards.
Honorable mentions also being the fact he'd be immediately rearing to go again if you lick your lips and open your mouth to show him you'd swallowed his load.
All in all, I think Vox would definitely love receiving oral as much as he gives it.
Just that you've got to be really careful with how much you let him get away with whenever you give him head.
Because if you let this man get away with it-
Not even the best throat lozenges are going to be of any help for a while.
#vox x reader#vox#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel vox#vox x you#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin vox#hazbin vox x reader#hazbin hotel vox x reader#vox smut
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trust issues // pedri & fermin lopez
summary; as in you being the sister of a famous footballer, who knew you would be this sneaky in your birthday.
warnings; its a little crazy.. joão x reader at first, fluff at first, smut; threesome, dirty talk, squirt, unprotected sex, protective fermin at the end tho 🥹
a/n; pls listen to trust issues by the weeknd, these two remind me of the song IT GOES WELL WITH THIS FIC TRUST MEEEE. anywhoo, requests are closed so plz don’t ask for anything since i decided to just write all the requests in my inbox. anywho, enjoy the ficc! 🎀
sorry for mistakes, this was uploaded on my phone & i didn’t proofread as ALWAYS.
another match day! it was always fun, you were always in company with your brother and just looking out after him. sure the loan to barçelona was a lot but to see your brother in a smile and just not down, was all you wanted. you were now sitting at the very front with your vip lanyard around your neck watching your brother interact with his teammates while warming up. you were looking around watching the others, only for pedri to be staring at you. you looked at him before he smirked at you and went back to his warm up, you furrowed your brows confused, what exactly did he want and what was his issue.. you thought to yourself. he was quite handsome tho, you saw pedri talking to a friend of his. you just shrugged it off and continued watching joão interact with his teammates and do what he had to do. afterall being his sister meant to take you out anywhere, the two of you had a close bond so when he had told you that he got into barçelona it was happy tears for him and you. now you were sitting at the stadium with his jersey on you. you saw him talking with pedri, not that you didnt find it weird, you were known already in the locker room just as “joão’s sister” everybody. and by everybody the whole locker room, knew your name because of a few stalkers on instagram stalking posts about you. joão had to try and put something to an end and that was because of how protective he was over you, he knew what’d happen if any of the younger ones your age would get near you. who’d know. everybody knew you had a crush on some of the players..everybody but your brother himself. and that was what sucked for you, pedri knew you liked him & so did fermin. as in for your brother he just didn’t know anything.
eventually it was officially time for the match to almost start as you saw joão head down into the locker room. he waved at you to head down to the locker room as you rolled your eyes before getting up from your seating as you walked down to the locker room. you saw joão standing there as you smiled before you ran to him and jumped into his arms, “someone’s very happy to see me..” he said as you smacked his arm before getting down, “well si, i had to watch you warm up. that’s about it..” you said as you heard a pair of cleats drop on the floor making you and joão turn around towards the locker room as pedri looked at you yet again, you swallowed as he picked the pair of his cleats up smirking at you again, “what’s up with her coming in here joão?” he said as you gripped the hem of your shirt before he walked towards your brother, “es mi hermana tonto, what do you expect.” (she’s my sister dumbass) he said slapping his arm as you giggled, he looked at you as you blushed looking back. you thought the innocent but bad thoughts, this would be fucked up slightly for you..but for him? DEFINITELY fucked up! you giggled before you saw a nosy fermin in the back, “hola y/n” he said as you blushed seeing him without his shirt, the boy already had everything on but the jersey. “hola fermin..” you said smiling before joão said shook his head as he chuckled, before getting closer to you, you backed up a bit. “let’s see, you only have a few minutes..convo ends here now stop flirting with her.” he said as fermin said stared at joão, “i’m not.” he said as you snickered, pedri was right next to him as he looked at you, “yeah, you heard your brother.” he said as fermin rolled his eyes before slapping pedris head, “pendejo.” he murmured as you nodded your head giggling.
“joão! i’ll be going now. do good out there!” you said before kissing his cheek as you walked out the locker room before you heard pedri shout, “adios y/n!” you went to the bathroom, you washed your hands and just flicked water on your face. you let out a shaky breath before walking back to the pitch as you sat back on your seat, you took pictures of the view and then yourself, you saw pedri looking for you, of course.. after the interaction in the locker room, that was besides the point until you heard the whistle blow. the match had officially started. you watched joão pass the ball & keep it away, you were only focused on your brother. you were here to watch and support him regardless of either a loss or a win, barely into the game the other group scored into the net, you looked immediately for joão as he was dissapointed and just stood there shaking his head. you huffed loudly rolling your eyes as it was only SECONDS in, just already one goal for the other team. few minutes go by and you witness joão make his first shot, leaving it blocked by the others goalkeeper. you witnessed one of fermins shot as well, you bit your lip staring at the boys hands, god what were you thinking. as the 20 minutes went by joão kept shooting & just aiming for the net, but the other goalkeeper kept blocking. the whistle blew for half time, so far 1 to 0. you saw the others dissapointed, as gavi went up to you. “so si veniste.” he said as you jumped and hugged him, “si, te dijo mi hermano?” you said as he hugged you back, “pues si, habla de ti como cada dia.” he said as he rolled your eyes, you giggled before the two of you made your way down to the locker room. “gavi tengo una pregunta-“ you said as he stopped walking and looked at you, “dime?” he said furrowing his brows as you played with your fingers, “desde que vine, pedri y fermin me an mirado mucho. o sea que saben que yo quiero a los dos poco menos a pedri pero mas a fermin, o algo pero me hacen caras..” (since i came, pedri & fermin have been giving me looks, like as if they know i like them but not as much with pedri but more with fermin or something, but they make faces..) you said as he widened his eyes, “no te preocupes, yo les digo.” he said patting your head as you smiled before the two of you went down to the locker room, you saw joão talking to fermin as you stopped walking and stood there. you saw fermin stop talking to joão as your brother stopped talking before turning around, “quien te trajo para aqui-“ he said as you pointed at gavi, “oh..” he said as he kissed your forehead, you smiled as your hands ran through his sweaty hair. your face being grossed out as he punched your arm slightly.
“not funny.” you said as he smiled before you saw pedri come by and eyed you up & down, “aw you came back to visit, how cute..” he said as you gulped, “no pienses tú en tenerla.” (don’t even think in wanting her.) joão said as you giggled watching him get overprotective, “joão no pasa nada..” (joão nothing bad is wrong.) you said smacking his back as he rolled his eyes, “si. si pasa algo.” he said as you whined before pedri chuckled, “yo no hago nada, ademas ta bonita tu hermana, even fermin thinks so too right?.” he said as you blushed, before fermin looked at you then pedri, “shut up.” he said as pedri winked at you the second joão looked away as you felt a heartbeat down on your clit, as in for fermin he was looking into your eyes. you looked at him as you smiled at him before you kissed joão’s cheek, “well, my cue to go now. do well in your second half of the game loser!” you said as he slapped your arm playfully, you pouted before you waved bye at the three boys as you and gavi walked back to the pitch. “ni piensen ustedes a tocarla o nada. vale?” he said to both pedri and fermin as they both nodded their heads, “shes off limits.” he said as pedri chuckled, “really? she’s very innocent but either way maybe tell fermin that.” pedri said before fermin rolled his eyes, “shut up already.” it was time for the players to go back into the pitch for second half. you sat back down on your seat as you watched all the players walk out of the locker room and into the pitch. you saw joão run to his position as he waved at you, you waved back smiling. as for pedri he gave you a smirk again you rolled your eyes as fermin waved at you, your heart did the little flutter beat. as you waved back. no goal so far as minutes passed by, but until the 50th minute you saw a teammate of your brothers start arguing as joão stepped in. you saw pedri push the other players away from your brother as you shook your head in dissapointment, but then that was until the next 3 minutes when the boys had scored. the loud cheers of the goal as you screamed in happiness, the 1 to 0 frustrating the team until you saw your brother happy.
by then the next minutes went by as barça was given the penalty, you saw the teammates all huddle for the penalty as everyone cheered the second the ball went into the net, marking it 2 to 0. you screamed again jumping around as you saw the smile on your brothers face, you giggled as you were happy. the last minutes went by and it was finaly, barçelona won as you were happy. you saw joão clapping for the chants as he waved at you and you waved back, you smiled a lot, you were so glad he was happy. seeing him happy made you happy as well. once everybody starting leaving gavi went to your seating as he pat your head, “niña vamos con tú hermano” he said as you giggled before the two of you made your way to the locker room, you didnt see joão so you thought he must’ve taken a shower which you didnt mind since your driving but you saw pedri and fermin. gavi held you by your arm since your obviously the youngest and you have to be around somebody older than you due to your brothers call. pedri went up to you as he towered you, “what do you want..“ you said before looking up at him, his scent drove you insane as he was out of the shower. you swallowed as your breathing began to change, gavi pushed him off “no jodas, te cacha joão y es tu culpa.” he said as you giggled watching his reaction, gavi gave pedri a glare before going to fermin to talk to him. pedri towered you again as you gulped, “so how’d you like the game after i had to go and get onto your brother..” he said as you nodded your head, “it was okay, you know you’re really good at your job..” you said giggling as he smiled, “you’re very pretty you know that right..” he said as he ran his finger on your cheek, caressing it with his cheek. “i-i don’t think y-you should-“ you said before you heard joãos voice, you smacked pedris hand off, before pushing him away slightly, as you ran to joão as he lifted you up hugging you, you giggled as pedri watched the two of you interact before your brother put you down. you smiled as he kissed your forehead, “you played really well again! also am driving.” you said as he chuckled before you saw pedri talking with fermin.
you stood in your tracks as you sighed shakily before fermin went up to you, “oye que no mañana es tu cumpleaños?”he said as everybody stopped talking, everybody was looking at pedri and fermin and you. even joão himself had stopped his movements as he looked at the boys, “oh si es mañana, gracias por preguntar fer..” you said smiling as he smiled back at you, the boy had a really cute smile. you two just stared at each other, before you interrupted the lony lasting eye contact. “sooo..tu y gavi son mejor amigos o?” you said balancing your weight as he nodded his head, “desde que eramos diez años, por que preguntas?” (since we were ten, why do you ask?) he said as you smiled at the thought of those two knowing each other since they were just babies. “es por que yo manejo a joão de regreso so no sabia si necesitabas alguien que te llevaba a tu casa-“ (it’s because i’m driving joão back home and i wanted tonknow if you needed a drive back to your house-) you said as pedri walked towards the two of you before he put his hand on his shoulder, “están amorados? o que.” he said smirking as you slapped his head, “n-no! me tengo que ir a-ademas..” you said before you lowered your head down, your cheeks turning pink as he pulled your arm towards him, “mmm i’d say your brother can wait. let me get to know you more.” he said as you whimpered just at looking at them both, “no gross! maybe my brother can handle that..” you said before you saw a frowny joão in the corner of your eyesight. you gulped before joão began making his way to the three of you, “y/n vámonos.” he said as you nodded quickly before he grabbed you by your arm, you winced in pain before you waved bye at both of them.
joão dragged you to the parking lot as you whined at the pinch he gave your arm, “let go my arm joão! i’m okay!” you said before he shook his head a “nuh uh” slipped out of his mouth as he went on his side and you went on yours, “joão! i’m old enough! i can date i don’t know why it’s bad!” you said as he stared at you, “it’s bad because from what gavi said these two are a bit of a playboys, is that what you want?” he said as you gulped and shook your head, “n-no!” you said as you removed the vip lanyard off opening the driver seat putting it in the cup holders, “joão..come on it’s not a big de-“ you were speaking before he threw a napkin ball at your head, “you’re off limits for a reason. those two know what they want.” he said as you rubbed your head, “well what if you’re wrong! one is and one isn’t!” you said before walking over to the passenger seat and opening the door, “get your ass in. i know i may be younger but get in. had enough of your nonsense and i’m driving. NOT YOU.” you scoffed as he got in, you closed the door before you saw pedri and fermin going out. you gulped as pedri winked at you before you saw gavi, fermin and pedri going to the gavis car. you sighed shakily before you went over to them, you tapped on pedris back as he turned around and looked at you. “oh hi- i just wanted to say thank you.” you said as he furrowed his brows, “for?” he said as fermin looked at you with a small smile, you blushed. “for defending joão back in the pitch.” you said as he smiled before ruffling your hair, “oh you’re welcome, you should be going back. he’ll get more mad at us.” he said chuckling as you felt the heartbeat on your clit again, god what is exactly wrong with you. you nodded your head before smiling at fermin as you waved bye at him without pedri noticing , “right, well see y’all whenever!” you said before running back to the car as for joão wont suspect anything. you got in the driver seat before joão looked at you, “don’t look at me like that.” you said slapping his arm before starting the car as you drove back home. the two of you just talked about what tomorrow would look like.
tomorrow was indeed a birthday party..well yours.. but joão would be in charge of it mostly so who knew what this little idiot would throw. “so who’s coming then..” you said holding onto the stering wheel, “well i’m not sure, i thought of the teammates-“ he said as you hit on the break in the middle of nowhere, “are you fucking kidding me.” you said staring at him, “minutes ago you were just saying to not talk to them, what is going on with your head.” you said before driving again, he chuckled at your reaction. “well this time it’ll be different y/n, more equal & more fair. so don’t worry.” he said patting your head as you rolled your eyes before the two of you got home, you parked the car. “it’s okay joão, just be supportive and happy for me, you know..” you said before you got out the car as he got out the car himself, “not with those idiots, they’re crazy.” he said as you giggled before walking inside the house following your brother inside. “hii floki, i missed you more than joão!” you said holding him as you heard him scoff, “don’t lie now y/n.” joão said as you giggled before walking past him to the kitchen, “so what’s the plan for tomo-“ joão shushed you as you stared at him, “that’s a surprise, you’ll be happy. i promise.” he said as you nodded your head giggling before kissing his cheek, “goodnight then! i’ll see you tomorrow!” you said before going upstairs to your room, you put floki down on your bed before walking to your dresser looking for a pair of bra and panties for the long ass shower you were about to take. just as you were about to walk into the bathroom you heard your phone buzz, you looked down at your phone. an instagram notification, you swallowed thickly and nervously as you opened your phone. “_ferminlopez has started following you” you smiled widely as you giggled, you finished everything with your routine.
from there on, you and fermin texted the whole night but let’s just say pedri had done the same thing.
you were currently deep asleep, your hair in a messy bun and you were wearing a white shirt with grey shorts. the door slammed open as you were still asleep, you felt a weight shift on your bed as you heard floki sniffing around you, a small groan murmuring out your lips as you turned around now laying on your side, “wake up, i have something for you downstairs.” you heard joão whisper as you rubbed your eyes before sitting up, “what’d you get me..” you mumbled before he went to your side picking you up, “que chingaos haces! pon me pabajo!” (what the fuck are you doing! put me down!) you said swinging your legs around as you were on his shoulder before he walked downstairs, he put you down as you saw the pink happy birthday balloon and the small red velvet cake, “awww you care for me tooo, thank you!” you said as he hugged you, “of course i do, you’re my sister dork.” he said as you giggled, before you sat on the highchair. “can u get me a spoon..” you said as he nodded his head before giving you a spoon as you grabbed the small cake, before you dug the spoon in the cake. “wait, who’s flowers are those-“ you said before grabing a spoonful of the cake, stuffing it in your mouth as joão pointed at you, “they’re yours. i bought them.” he said as you smiled before your phone lit up.
_ferminlopez; feliz cumpleaños y/n❤️
you blushed heavily as you just hearted the message, you kept just eating the cake before you heard joão come out his room. “i’m going to the store for later on, text me if you need anything and-“ he said before you giggled, “and don’t open the door unless it’s someone here to babysit me or your teammates. yes joão i know, now don’t worry as much about me dork.” you said as he chuckled before he left, you put the cake away after licking the frosting off the spoon as you laid down on the couch before going on your phone replying to every birthday message even fermins.
ynusername; gracias fermin🤍
your heart was beating crazy, honestly who knows why. you removed the bun off your head since it was giving you a headache, you were starting to get sleepy as you fell asleep on the couch with floki of course, by then 30 minutes had passed by and the door rang. you woke up as a knock was heard, “ay voy!” (i’m coming!) you yelled rubbing your eyes as you stumbled across the room walking to the door as you opened it, “what are you-“ you said before fermin put his finger on your lips, “shhh..” he said as you nodded your head, you yanked him inside by his hand as you closed the door. “why are you here and does my brother know.” you said crossing your arms against your chest as he looked at you, “it’s your birthday of course i had to visit, and no joão does not know i’m here.” he said as you giggled, “did you bring me anythinggg..” you said as he shook his head, “yes i did, i placed them on your counter. how didnt you not see?” he said before you smiled, picking up the white and pink flowers he got you, “these are really pretty, thank you..” you said as you hugged him before he hugged you back, looking down at you,“whos dog is that..” he said as he leaned against the counter, “it’s joãos, why-“ the second you walked past him he grabbed you by your arm as he pushed you now face to face with him, “you’re so gorgeous, do you have any idea how my heart feels around you..” he said caressing your cheek as you blushed, “i-i don’t know.. you tell me..” you said as you felt your legs shake just a bit, he moved his thumb near your chin as you looked at him, he removed his finger as he looked at you before you leaned in to him, kissing him. he kissed you back holding your jaw as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
you kept kissing him as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist before he placed you on the counter, your ass hitting the cold material as you whimpered in between the kiss, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he leaned closer. his crotch hitting your panties. you bit on his lip as he groaned, slipping his tongue inside your mouth as you sucked on his tongue. you cupped his cheeks as you were now laying down on your back against the counter, he began to grind himself against you as you moaned in between the kiss. “look at you after i’d thought you’d be innocent.” he murmured as you smacked his arm before you bit his lip as he groaned again before trailing his lips to your neck as you giggled until he began kissing all over your skin. you moaned softly as he continued to grind himself, “n-no! kiss me i-instead!” you said as he chuckled before he moved back to your lips kissing you again as the two of you continued making out.
his hands trailed to your shirt as they made their way inside the material, pinching your nipples. you moaned again in between the kiss as he lifted one leg against his hips, making him have more space against you. “j-joão could come i-in & see u-us..” you said as he chuckled before he pulled away, “he wont, trust me..” he said before he smirked at your messy plumped lips, you giggled as you sat up, “mmm..5 more minutes then..” you said before he chuckled as you pressed your lips against him kissing him deeply, he smiled against your lips kissing you back. you moaned in happiness as you felt his hands trace down to your shorts, slightly pulling them off to your inner thigh as his fingers glided through your panties slightly rubbing on your clit, your wetness easily staining the fabric. “dios mío..ya estás mojada..”(my god you're soaking.) he whispered in between the kiss as you moaned at the movement of his fingers, you held onto his wrist wanting more, “p-please..” you moaned out before you heard floki barking, you pulled away as a string of saliva seperated between your lips. “j-joão’s here!” you said catching your breath before he looked at you with widened eyes, “h-here! go sit down on the couch!” you said as you hoped off the counter putting your shorts back on and fixing your hair, you ran to the couch as you sat on the other side, “act normal, he’ll suspect something.” you whispered as you went on your phone the second the door opened, “y/n why are you still downstairs and why is fermin here-“ he said as you shrugged your shoulders, “you said to open the door if it was your teammates and here he is, he came to say happy birthday, he left flowers for me but i took them upstairs!” you said smiling as he smiled, “anywho, i’ll be going upstairs now..byee!” you said as you winked at fermin and waved at both joão and him bye before you took off running to your room upstairs.
you went to your room closing the door as you fell on the bed, you sighed out loudly as you went to your closet to pick out your outfit for later on, apparently it’d be a dinner to celebrate your birthday all thanks to joão. you got your outfit all ready and stuff before your phone chimed again.
_ferminlopez: you left a boner on me. you're not getting away with this at all, missy.
you giggled as you blushed thinking of the makeout that had happened, you definitely fucked up on the rules with your brothers teammates but oh well.
ynusername; hmmm, i'll make it up soon. thanks for the flowers 🤍.
you put your phone aside as you hoped in your bed, you decided to take a nap since the dinner wouldnt start til 7pm. so getting ready at 5pm would really work the best for you, you fell asleep as your phone was blowing up with tons of birthday messages from your friends, family & lastly a few of joãos teammates. you were deep asleep until you heard joão walk into your room, he shook you by your shoulder. “wake up y/n, you’ve slept for a long ass hour. we need to be leaving in an hour.” he said as you groaned again, before you rubbed your eyes waking up as you sat up. “okay, i’m up now, get out now..” you murmured as he smiled before walking out your room, you rubbed your eyes again before walking to your bathroom as you got our your curling iron before going to get your phone. this time only pedri messaging you.
pedri: forgot to tell you birthday girl, i have a surprise for you as well 😉.
you re read the message as you blushed at the winking emojis he sent afterwards, your heart was racing out of your chest as you continued getting ready. you looked at the flowers from the sight of your nightstand as you bit your lip remembering the steamy makeout session that had happened in your kitchen, your legs getting wobbly as you put the curling iron close to your neck, burning your skin, “fuck!” you yelled as you put the curling iron down watching your skin fade to a red mark, the good part was it was your last curl. you went to your closet changing into a white lace dress, you glanced at yourself in the mirror as you smirked to yourself before you went to your closet putting on the lace thigh highs stockings. you decided to finish your makeup, not as much as you added on mascara, blush and a bit of concealer. you got your small white purse before you heard joão yelling from downstairs as you hurried downstairs, “why are you yelling-“ you said standing by the stairs as he scoffed, “we’re having to let pedri and fermin sleep here at our house due to some issue in their home.” he said as you blushed heavily, “dont they have their own home?” you said as he shook his head, “not fermin, hes been staying with pedri so now we’re taking care of them for now. anyway let’s go now.” he said as you giggled before he opened the door for you as you walked out the house, you got in the passenger seat before he got in the driver seat.
he started the car as he drove to the restaurant, you looked down at your phone at the message from fermin.
_ferminlopez: did your brother tell you?
ynusername: yes he did, i don’t mind that you two stay. you’re in a seperate room tho.
_ferminlopez: it’s okay don’t worry.
you stared at your phone at the “don’t worry” part, what exactly did he even mean. who knew what would be coming your way tonight with those two fuckers in your house, you put your phone in your purse as you rested your arm against the window leaning your head, “um so everyone will be there right?” you said looking at him as he nodded his head, “yes why?” he said furrowing his brows, “nothing, just remembering what you told me..” you said as he chuckled, “there’s a reason why y/n, you don’t know what they’re both like.” he said as you blushed heavily as if you didn’t make out with one of his teammates in his kitchen about a few hours ago, “yeah..you’re right..!” you said before you began pinching on the skin of your thigh, he looked at you as he smiled before he parked the car. joão kissed your cheek as you smiled before you got out the car as he got out as well, he walked infront of you before you followed him as you saw joão talking to the waitress about the table, you balanced your weight on your tippy toes. you followed joão to the table as everybody said hi to you as you did the same back, joão whispered to you, “sit next to fermin.” he said as you looked at him then joão as you nodded your head, you walked over to fermin as he looked up at you and smirked, “birthday girl, let me guess.. you’re sitting next to me?” he said as you giggled nodding your head, you sat in the chair that was between fermin and pedri. so it would be a bit difficult for you.
the whole table just chatted on as joão began talking about how you two grew up mainly close, “at some point too, i remember walking in to her singing in her room and just dancing to whatever songs.” he said chuckling as the rest began laughing when you felt a hand on your thigh, you gasped quietly “si..! he always walked in and we would just fight like idiots!” as you looked at fermin after talking. “q-que haces!..” you whispered as he smirked, “nada, just pay attention to your brother.” he said as you nodded your head, you just kept agreeing to what joão kept saying before you felt pedris fingertips near your inner thigh. you widened your eyes as you smacked pedris hand off, “stop it.” you said as he chuckled at your reaction, fermins fingers rising to your core as you bit down on your lip. “s-stop.” you whispered as he slapped your core, you whimpered quietly as you kicked his ankle. he groaned before slapping your inner thigh, “fucking idiot..” you murmured as pedri chuckled before you punched his thigh, “you shut up. i bet you’re part of this.” you said as he pinched your thigh, you bit down on the flesh of skin, “i’d hush up if i were you baby.” he said tugging on your thong string as you smacked his hand off, “nice try.” you said rolling your eyes.
by then there were just lots of talking and conversations, you kept dealing with pedri and fermin, you already had soaked panties from all the filthy thoughts filled in your head. by then the gathering was slowly coming to an end so once joão got up, you got up. a loud gasp coming out your mouth as you felt fermins hands rise to your ass, you smacked his hand off. “quit.” you murmured before pedri got up himself as he smirked, “is he being a little touchy..” he said as you nodded your head before he chuckled, you walked out of the restaurant, your arms growing goosebumps as you felt your nipples hardened, you bit down on your lip holding back your moan as fermin walked over to you. “what’s wrong?” he said as you shrugged before he touched your shoulder, “you’re cold.” he said as you nodded your head, he took his jacket off as his white long sleeve hugged his biceps tightly and perfect. you swallowed nervously before he wrapped your shoulders with his sweater. you smiled before you kissed his cheek, “thank you..” you said as you walked quickly to joão trying to catch up with him for no suspicious activity, “hey birthday girl, did you enjoy the little reunion.” he said as you nodded your head, “it was alright, you didn’t have to point out embarrassing moments tho from when we were kids..” you said as he giggled, “also who’s jacket-“ he said as you giggled, “fermins.” you said as he glared at you, “okay, give it back to him tho.” he said as you giggled again before you saw the two others catching up to the car.
“you’re going in the front, those two in the back y/n.” he said as you nodded your head as you got in the passenger seat, before fermin and pedri were now riding on the back. you gulped as joão got in the car before he started the car, driving back home as you just hoped for none of them to speak up about ANYTHING that had happened in the restaurant as you played with the sleeve of the jacket. you whimpered at the pain of your feet due to your heels, you removed your heels as joão looked at you. “what! my feet hurt.” you said as pedri chuckled, joão parked the car as you got out the car before holding your heels as you got out the car. before walking in to the house, you limped to your room as you left the door half open, you heard conversations upstairs, joão talking to them about the guest rooms upstairs, your room being not that far from the rooms. who knows what would happen, you looked at pedri from upstairs as he winked at you, you giggled quietly before running back to your room. you grabbed your heels as you went to your closet to organize your mess, you heard your door open as you got up, you looked arond closing the door as you stumbled a bit before your back hit fermins chest. you shrieked as he pinned you against the wall, “what are you doing here! you’re supposed to-“ you spoke before he kissed you deeply and desperately, as if he was in hunger..for you. you kissed back cupping his cheeks as he moved to your neck, kissing it lightly biting on your skin, “no tienes idea de lo mucho que te quería hacer esto enfrente de tu hermano.” (you have no idea how badly i wanted to do this infront of your brother) he whispered in your ear as he chuckled sending you goosebumps as you whimpered, a knock on the door as he moved himself away from you.
“hide in my closet!” you whispered as he quickly walked over there, you opened the door as you saw pedri, “what are you doing here..” you said as he leaned against the doorway, “mm just came by for your surprise, it should be here any second-“ he said as you furrowed your brows, “any second?” you said as he got in your room pushing you on the bed before he closed and locked the door, you gulped before fermin came out of the closet. “you two ca-“ you said getting cut off as pedri chuckled, shaking his head, “why are you two here..” you said as he chuckled, “guess hermosa.” he said looking at you, as you looked at both of them. “i can’t take both of you together! i don’t know what it’s like having two dicks inside of me!” you said furrowing your brows as he chuckled, “well, how about i tell you we’re experimenting for your surprise..afterall, you’re brother said you like us and your interviews say so.” he said smirking as you swallowed nervously, everything you thought was secret now being out “y-yea.. you’re right..” you said before pedri kneeled down as fermin sat next to you, “we can’t th!-“ you slightly yelled out before fermin grabbed you by your chin kissing you again, you kissed back as pedri began kissing on your thighs. you blushed heavily as your cheeks warmed up, pedri pulled on the hem of your thong now being wrapped around your ankle as he lifted your dress up, “wow..so pretty..” he murmured as you blushed before he kissed ontop of your clit, you whimpered as he dived down. kissing and licking your clit, collecting the wetness as you moaned in between the kiss before your hand traveled to fermins crotch.
he kissed down on your neck as your hands made their way down to his pants, unbuckling his belt before you pulled his pants down, you palmed his clothed crotch as he groaned into your mouth. you continued kissing him as for pedri he sucked on your clit. needy whines and moans escaping out of your mouth as you continued kissing him, you slid your hands inside of fermins boxers stroking him slowly. you kept moaning into his mouth as he began kissing down your neck, you leaned your head back as your moans became much more loud and clear. pedri continued kissing around your clit, his mouth collecting the wetness as he hummed in happiness the entire time before his tongue slid into your hole. you arched your back gasping softly, “o-oh my god..” you moaned out as you rested your ankles on his shoulders, fermin sucking on the skin of your neck, your hands still stroking his length as you moaned at the sight of his cock. you pulled him off your neck as you cupped his cheeks again, kissing him deeply as he kissed you back. your free hand tugged on his shirt before you started unbuttoning his top before you fully unbuttoned every little button, as you removed his top tossing it to the floor. pedris tongue sticking in and out of your hole nearly causing your orgasm to trigger. you held onto fermins bicep, moaning uncontrollably as his hands roamed behind your dress, finding the zipper, unzipping the corset as you sighed shakily. “m-more..” you said as he continued nuzzling his face onto your pussy, he licked around your hole as you arched your back feeling the knot build up.
“fuck,fuck,fuck..” you moaned out as fermin watched your state of mind, he began to palm himself as he spread his precum all over his length. pedri continued to dive in as you gripped onto his hair, moaning loudly before fermin kissed you, shutting out your moans. the two of you sloppily kissing before pedri sucked around the little knob as he inserted his middle finger and index finger, thrusting them slowly inside of you. you moaned loudly as he continued thrusting his fingers, you began to tighten around his fingers as you felt yourself even closer “f-fuck! i-i’m gonna..!” you said as your orgasm washed over you as you squirted all over his fingers, the pleasure making you dizzy, he rubbed your pussy with his palm. your juices juttering out before he pulled his fingers out. you breathed heavily as you sat up pulling away from the kiss. you removed the dress off you as fermin admired your body, his cock twitching as you giggled before, you sat on your knees. you pushed fermin on the bed as you crawled over near him before grabbing his length, you palmed him slowly as he grunted before your lips hovered above the tip as you bobbled your head down, taking him all in as you moaned happily. “y-you’re so g-gorgeous at anything you do..” he groaned out as you bobbled your head up and down slowly, your mouth making sucking noises as your throat burned trying to adjust to his size, as in for a needy pedri he went behind you as he pushed himself in, you moaned loudly as fermin groaned at the vibration. “s-so big..” you mumbled as you gagged from talking before you licked a long stripe on the base still bobbing your head.
pedri began thrusting slowly inside of you as you were trying your best not to be loud, but honestly who cares. it’s your birthday. he gripped onto your hips before he continued thrusting himself into you, you held onto fermins hips as you continued sucking onto him before you began to sped up your head movement, you stroked what you couldnt fit as you matched your palmed movement with the speed of your head. fermin gripped onto your hair as you giggled before pedri thrusted his hips harshly into you as you moaned before he began thrusting quickly, a tight grip being wrapped around your hips. “you feel so amazing, so so wet..” he said as you blushed heavily still bobbing your head trying to hold back your moans, you pulled your mouth away from his cock as you giggled in between your moans, your hands making their way to stroking fermin as you spat down on him. the white bubbly substance making him moan as your eyes were already glossy and shiny, you jolted forward at every thrust pedri did before he slapped your ass, “enjoying yourself aren’t you.” you said as you continued stroking fermin, he looked down chuckling. “so gorgeous down there.” he said as you giggled, “no wonder your brother kept you away from us, my god you’re pussy is so incredible..” pedri murmured as you bit down on your lip before he thrusted harder, you moaned loudly. that wasnt until fermin pushed his member in your mouth, thrusting into your mouth. you moaned around him as you started drooling on him, particularly everywhere.
everywhere as in your saliva spluterring down to his ballls and your chin.
you gagged around him many times over and over and over due to your moans, pedri chuckled as he continued thrusting into you, his length filling you deeply and deliciously, your wet noises being heard behind you as he slapped your ass before he pushed your back much farther, your arse fully now in the air. you cried out as fermin looked down at you. tears forming in your eyes as you felt pedris hand hug your clit, as he began to rub on it. “fuckk..you’re all tight..” he said as you gagged on fermins dick, you held onto his hips as he continued thrusting into your mouth, his hands fidgeting with your hair as you looked up at him the entire time as you felt him twitch. you giggled as he smacked your cheek, you hollowed your cheek sucking on his tip as he groaned loudly. “d-don’t cum..” you said as pedri chuckled hearing your words come out muffled, pedri began twitching inside of you as he began thrusting roughly. spanking your clit, you choked on your moan as you moved your mouth further up to the tip of fermins cock, sucking on it and swiping your tongue in circles. “s-shit! no j-jodas y/n..me voy a-“ he said before he came all over your mouth as you moved your mouth away, his spurts of cum painting your cheek and upper lip as some of it landed on your nose. you licked your lips all over as you giggled yet again in the middle of your moans as you wrapped your mouth around his dick again, “i want m-more of your c-cum.” you said as he nodded his head moaning at the oversensitivity before you winked at him as you pushed your head deeper, your nose brushing over his pubic bone. he arched his back gripping onto your hair as you felt more drops of cum burst into your throat, meanwhile for a horny pedri behind you, he continued abusing your pussy as you created creamy white substance on his cock as he slid in and out of you.
you pulled your mouth away as you giggled again before fermin, slightly kneeled down as he kissed you tasting himself in your mouth, you kissed back with a happy moan as you cupped the back of his neck, pedri continued thrusting into you as you rubbed your clit for more as you felt your orgasm approaching as every thrust kept coming and coming. you screamed the second you felt his tip brush through your g-spot, “o-oh my god!” you said between as you saw stars, little sparkles forming in your vision as you felt like if you were in heaven. a type of heaven you cant comprehend, you felt pedri everywhere, especially burried in your stomach. pedri smacked your hands off as he spanked your clit rubbing on it quickly, you screamed again from the overstimulation as you gripped onto fermins bicep. he kissed you deeply as tears began slipping out your eyes, he cupped your cheek rubbing it slightly with his thumb, as you smiled in between the kiss as you came with a loud moan, squirting everywhere all over his dick, your pussy clenching causing pedri to squirt his loads of cum inside of you as you breathed heavily. pedri fell on your back as his back was arched before he spanked your ass as he stroked himself just a bit. you breathed heavily trying to catch your breath as you fell on your stomach, you closed your eyes for a bit as fermin got off the bed.
suddenly pedri flipped you over as you whined when he slapped your boob, you looked down at fermin as you swallowed nervously before he squeezed your hand for reassurance before you felt pedris dick hover over your face. “look at you all happy for us..isn’t that cute..” he said squeezing your boob as you giggled before you looked at fermin, “n-need you in me..” you said as he chuckled, “needy aren’t we..” he said as you giggled squeezing your tits together as his cock twitched at your little attitude, you bit down on your lip before spitting down, giggling as he climbed on the bed just a bit. “quit teasing.” he said as he shoved himself in harshly, you moaned loudly as you closed your legs shut around him before he began to thrust deeply into you, your eyes rolling back to your head as you felt his thick length stuff you in. pedri looked down at you as you looked up sticking your tongue out as you giggled before he placed the tip of his dick in your mouth as you began licking circles around the sides of the tip, he groaned as you slightly started to suck around it before he pushed his cock further in your mouth as you moaned around him, a loud groan escaping from both of the boys penetrating into you. you continued moaning as fermin held onto your hips before he squeezed your boob, gripping onto it as you choked on your moan, meanwhile your mouth was filled with pedris member as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. “is this what you thought about, the entire time you were at dinner.” pedri said as fermin chuckled, “y-yes..” you said as it came out messy, your throat making sounds. explicit sounds you can’t explain as pedri slapped your free boob, “say it again.” he said as you cried out at the slap, “don’t slap her boob like that.” fermin said smacking his hand away, as you moaned uncontrollably gripping onto the bedsheets. “you just cant s-stop l-leaking..fuck..cant y-you..” fermin said as you giggled, before pedri pushed his dick deeper. you gagged loudly as you swirled your tongue around his base.
he continued thrusting your mouth, gripping your throat as you felt tears burning from the sensation. you gagged over and over before you started wiggling underneath him as he moved his dick away, you breathed heavily as he slapped his member against your tongue. you giggled before sucking around the tip. “c-cum in my mouth..” you whispered as he chuckled before pushing himself back in your mouth, thrusting into it slowly as his balls hit against your chin. you moaned loudly as you tightened against fermin, you brought your fingers up against your clit as you began to rub circles around it. “no. that’s my job.” fermin said as he thrusted his hips roughly, you screamed a bit before pedri covered your mouth, “shhh princesa..” he said as you nodded your head quickly, tearing up from the pressure as pedri moved your hand away, you were moaning uncontrollably. loudly to the point it echoed through the room and bed creaking itself, pedri placed his dick back in your mouth as he thrusted into your mouth slowly. you gagged on your moans holding onto the sheets as your hands crinkled them. you felt him twitch in your mouth as you sucked around him again, swirling your tongue. “g-give me your c-cum..p-please..” you said as he looked down chuckling, “repeat it again.” he said as you said it again, he chuckled pinching your nipple as you cried out before fermin smacked his hand off again, “o-oh fuck i’m going to..” he said as he shot his cum into your throat, you gagged before sucking around the tip, as you felt fermin load his cum in you, he pulled out rubbing his dick all over your pussy as you shrieked sobbing out a moan as you squirted yet again all over him. you laid there breathlessly before pedri pulled his cock out as you licked around the tip, more cum shooting onto your tongue as you moaned happily.
you sat up on your forearms looking down at fermin as you smiled lazily at him before you squeezed yout tits again as he chuckled before patting your head, he slowly pulled out as you whimpered at the stretch feeling empty as you sat up carefully. “w-what now..” you said as fermin pecked your forehead as he hovered above you. you smiled as you looked at pedri, “w-where are you going..” you said as he smiled slightly, “don’t worry. you’re brother doesnt want anything bad to happen so, i’ll be heading out now. happy birthday tho sweet girl.” he said rubbing your cheek and patting your head as you smiled before he got fully dressed again as he walked out your room quietly, closing your door.
“s-so why are you h-here then..” you said trying to catch your breath, “h-hey!” you said fermin held you carefully walking to the bed as he got the two of you under the covers.
“shhh..” he said as you nodded your head, he wrapped his arm around you as your hand rested on his chest, feeling his heartbrat against your palm. “i stayed because i talked to joão about us.” he said as you looked up at him, “you mean, you asked him if you could sleep with me..?” you said as he nodded his head, “he knows i like you, he trusts me more than pedri. he planned this surprise for you and so did i.” he said as you giggled before you cupped his cheeks, “mmm..thank you.” you said as he smiled, “you know i love you right?” he said before leaning into you closely as he kissed you softly, you kissed back cupping his cheeks before he held your waist placing you on his lap, you whimpered as you continued kissing him. he pushed himself inside your hole as you moaned in between the kiss.
“are y-you sure..?” you said as he nodded his head, “j-just us.” he said as you nodded your head, before you leaned into him, forehead touching as you kissed him moving yourself slowly against him.
you were still riding fermin, your hands placed on his chest as your moans kept coming out uncontrollably, you moaned loudly as you felt your lower stomach warm up. “i-i’m close! f-fuck fermin..!” you said as he began to rub your clit in circles, you leaned your head back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he moaned at every hip movement you did against his dick. “i-i’m g-gonna..”you said sobbing out a moan as he groaned loudly feeling you tighten, “h-hold on..and wait f-for m-me.” he said as you nodded your head, bouncing up and down on his dick as he grabbed your waist, pushing you down deeply before your orgasm washed over your body as you panted, falling on fermins chest. he filled you up again with his seed as you bit his shoulder giggling, he looked down at you kissing your temple as you smiled lazily, “a-are we f-finished..” you said as he nodded his head, you pulled yourself out as you laid down next to him, crossing your legs as he wrapped his arm around you. “y/n” he said as you looked up at him, your eyes glossy from the overstimulation that you were trying to get used to, “s-si?” you said as he looked at you, “i love you a lot, you’re a really nice girl and i appreciate you for the way joão looks after me and even myself.” he said as you smiled, pink tint flushing over your cheeks.
“..be my girlfriend..” he whispered in your ear as you giggled, your hand cupping his cheek as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb, “i want to be there for you, even through your bad days. i want to be the love of your life.” he said as you smiled, your heart fluttering more, “yours forever..” you said as he smiled before kissing you, you kissed back, after everything, every little smile and interaction. it finally happened. you pulled away from the kiss giggling as you yawned laying your head on his chest, “can we sleep now..” you said as he nodded his head before looking at the vase of the pink and white flowers he got you, he smiled befor he kissed you again as you smiled kissing him back, “cant get enough of you..” he said said as you smiled, “i’ll be back..” you said as he nodded his head, you got up as you went to put on a pair of panties on. percisely a white lace pantie with floral designs, you took off your stockings as well, as you walked back going under the covers as you turned the lights off your lamp, you got in the sheets resting your head on fermins chest before the two of you dozed off.
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Creamy Treat
Yandere - Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru
A/N - More CursedKitty content for you guyss, this one was a request from a lovely anon <33 I apologise if its terrible I've literally never given a bj before in my life, but alas I hope you enjoy, this one is more Gojo centric since I've done one for Geto, but he does appear at the end, someone also requested on ao3 for a Gojo centric one, also so sorry I take so long to do them, its just how I run lmao, Thank you guys so much for all the love so far <3333 I love you guys so so much, please leave comments I love reading them and replying <33 My inbox is open if you guys have any more ideas, doesn't have to just be for cursed Kitty, but I also have a little Sukuna x cursed spirit animal reader somewhere in my notes if anyone is interested ;), I'm also very big on Toji right now too
summary - Gojo teaches Kitty how to give a blow job.
warnings - Dubcon/Noncon-ish, this one is more heavy on extremely dubious consent, he gets a little rough, lots of praise though, he gets a little scary for like 2 seconds, very vague references to punishment, very vague yandere vibes here, cum, and cock lol, Kitty gives a bj, he fucks her mouth, also shoves his fingers in her mouth, he rubs her ears, Kitty purrs around his cock, he pins her arms down too, I think that's everything let me know if it isn't
genre - Oneshot drabble thing
wc - 1.8K
~spelling and grammar already fixed~ (hopefully)
Gojo was sprawled out on the couch, head leaned back against the top while staring at the ceiling, arms dangled on either side over the edge of the couch and his legs were spread wide in front of him. And over his lap was their precious little kitten.
She was laying belly down on the couch, ass and legs over one of his legs while her head perched on the other.
She was dozing, and Gojo was bored. Suguru had left on a little solo mission around an hour ago. Gojo wasn’t worried, it wasn’t meant to be difficult or anything and Suguru said he would stop for food on the way back. But he was taking forever.
At least in Gojos eyes.
His pretty kitty was happily dreaming the time away, tail gently curled around her waist, ears twitching and flickering every few minutes. Mouth open a little as she breathed. When he leaned over to check on her he caught the briefest glimpses of her tongue resting in her mouth. Supple and pink, glistening a little from her saliva.
The temptation was strong, to just shove his fingers in her mouth and watch her choke on them. Spluttering and gagging and drooling. And with that thought came more, shoving his cock down her throat. Having her choke and splutter on that. Her pretty little tongue lapping up his cum when he finishes.
His head rolls back again when he feels himself straining in his pants. He can’t fuck her pretty pussy since him and Suguru did that a few hours ago. She’s probably still sensitive and he doesn’t feel like breaking their shiny new toy just yet.
Maybe he could fuck her mouth after all. All she’d need is some practice.
His head picks itself back up again as he gazes down at her. Fluffy ears still twitching atop her head. With one hand he reaches down and brushes his fingertips against the soft plush of her lips.
That little pink tongue of hers pokes out to lick her lips before retreating. Gojo huffs before gently prodding his fingers into her mouth slowly. Sliding down the length of her tongue at a comfortable distance, not choking her just yet.
He leaves his fingers still, feeling her tongue caress his fingers in curiosity at the new intrusion. After a few seconds Kitty whines, eyes fluttering open ever so slightly.
This is where he starts thrusting his fingers in her mouth, gently at first before picking up speed the more she awakes.
“C’mon Kitty. Time to wake up. Got a really big problem here for you to take care of.”
Kitty swallows reflexively around his fingers from the saliva build up. Sucking on them gently in her confusion, tail uncoiling itself from around her waist and ears twitching to life atop her head, perking up when Gojo utters some more words.
He tilts his head slightly, “Now that you're nice and awake, how about a treat for my pretty Kitty? You’ve been so good lately, haven't you?” His fingers slide out of her mouth.
She immediately perks up. Ears alert and tail swishing around behind her at the word ‘treat’.
Gojo smirks, picking her up from under her arms and depositing her on the floor in front of him. She sits down comfortably on her knees.
“It’s a lollipop, a nice big lollipop just for you! It even comes with a special surprise, with cream inside. But you have to work for it!” He tells her, looking down at the eager Kitty while spreading his legs even further.
When Kitty nods her head with her eyes shining, only really understanding the word ‘treat’ and ‘cream’, he reaches down and tugs his trousers over his ass and partially down his thighs. Just enough for his hand to slip into his underwear and tug his heavy, leaking cock out.
Kitty sits up even more eagerly now, recognising the situation even just a little, as well as his cock. Gojo knows that they’ve fucked you a few times already, and he knows that you at least have somewhat of an idea of where the thick white stuff they leave in, or on, you comes from. But he can pretend a little, teaching Kitty how to give a blowjob is getting him all worked up.
Kitty is sitting up and staring at his cock while he pumps it quickly to get himself going. She’s aware that it’s what gives her pleasure sometimes, but she’s never really seen it. Stopped to look at it or anything.
When he feels nice and ready, he coaxes her down. “Go on baby, give it a lick, nice and gently.”
She stares for a second, watching his hard cock throb, flushed a pretty pink with little beads of liquid gathering at the top. She perches her hands on his knees, leaning up to flick out her tongue and take a quick lick.
Gojo’s breath catches for just a second before he urges her a little more, “C’mon Kitty, gotta do more.” His eyes are starting to become lidded, a light flush taking over his cheeks as he settles further into the cushions below him.
Her ears perk up in interest before she takes another little lick. Then another. And then longer ones, more harsher ones. The slight salty taste along with the texture had her intrigued.
Gojo had his eyes locked on her face, on her little pink tongue gliding up his cock. Starting almost from the base and finishing with a flick just under the head. His eyes closed for a second, enjoying the ministrations from her tongue.
On the head of his cock, little droplets of precum had gathered up enough so begin sliding slowly down the head. Catching Kittys interest. And after one more long lick up the length of his cock she leans up to put her lips over the head of his cock and suck.
Gojos eyes flew open, his hips thrusting up at the unexpected pleasure and cock twitching in delight.
Kitty had pulled back for a second, taking the time to taste him on her tongue before she leant forward again when more started to form. This time when she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked he was prepared. Breath only hitching before getting deeper. The light flush took over his face making its way down his neck.
He watched the confused face she was making before she tried sucking harder. He grunted, “Gotta’ use your tongue kitty.”
Her ears swivelled in the direction of his voice, eyes looking up at him from her position on the floor, the head of his cock being suckled on like an ice lolly.
He could feel the way the tip of her tongue hesitantly reached out to glide along what's currently in her mouth.
His head leaned back again, closing his eyes and just enjoying the pleasure he was getting. It was fun not having to do the work all the time.
After a few minutes of this Kitty was becoming more and more agitated it seemed. He hums, “Want your cream, huh Kitty?”
She pulled away, lips now swollen and red, strings of drool pulling its way between his cock and her mouth. She nods, ears almost downturned from not getting her creamy treat yet.
Gojos mouth suddenly twists up into a smirk, a thought has entered his head. “Okay baby. You’ll get your cream.” He suddenly sits up from his slouched position, reaching down and grasping onto her wrists, pulling her hands under each leg on either side. Effectively pinning her arms down, making them immobile.
“Lean forward for me. There's a good girl. Gonna’ let me fuck your tiny mouth, are you? Of course you are. My good little Kitty.” Gojo murmurs, one hand cupping the back of her head and guiding it forward.
With her mouth already open and lips wet with drool it was easy to just slide his cock right into it. “Now, don't use your teeth. Or you’ll get punished, got it?” His voice had taken an edge to it, her eyes peering up at his while she blinked.
His eyes were shadowed, a serious aura taking over him whilst her ears flattened. A small whimper hummed around his cock before small nods were given. He knew she got the message.
He hums, “Good girl.” Hand burying into her hair at the back of her head before he started thrusting into her mouth.
Gently at first, before gradually picking up speed, the amount of drool made for an easy slide in and out of her mouth. And with her hands tucked away under his spread legs, she couldn’t push him away or scratch at him either.
Sure, he could feel her wrists squirming under his thighs. And sure, she was having trouble breathing. Choking on the little air she was getting, tears building up in her eyes before spilling over. Her ears kept flattened to the sides of her head, tail swishing wildly behind her.
But god, did it feel good.
He was still being kind though, not thrusting all of his cock into her mouth. He reached forward, bringing the other hand to one of her ears and rubbing. “My pretty Kitty.”
The second he felt the vibrations beginning to hum around his cock his eyes widened.
Gojos just found his new favourite thing.
With the gradually frantic thrusting, paired with the purring from him kneading into the base of one of her ears, he knew he wouldn't last very long.
His breathing grew deeper, sweat beading upon his brows while they were furrowed. Grunts and praises spilling from his mouth as his balls tightened and his cock twitched.
“Gonna’ get your cream. Give it to you. Been such a good little Kitty for me. Perfect… Fuck. Good girl.. Good, fucking-.. Fuck!” He cursed, throwing his head back as his hips stuttered while emptying his load into Kitty's mouth and down her throat.
Cock sliding out from between her lips he looked back down at her. Hand paused in kneading at her fluffy ear. And what a sight she was. Face red and eyes watery, lips puffy and wet, saliva glistening on her chin, all as she sputtered and gasped.
His other hand that was buried in her hair at the back loosened its tight grip, gently threading through the strands as she leant her head against his knee. Gradually gaining her breath back.
“So good. Pretty Kitty.” He praised gently, almost murmuring before a voice spoke up from the doorway.
“Well wasn’t that just a sight.” Suguru practically purred.
Gojo turned his head to look at him, raising a single eyebrow in response.
Geto huffed with a smile on his face, the plastic bag full of snacks rustling as he set them on the floor. He stepped forward into the room, reaching for his zipper.
“Come now, Kitty. Open wide for me.”
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about offices and feelings (1)
Summary: When Steve is stuck in an elevator with his office crush, he is forced to face his feelings about her.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fat!F!Reader
WC: 1.6k words
Warnings: Office AU. Dirty thoughts. Office crushes. Masturbation. Tension. Broken elevators. Fluff.
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Steve Rogers was so stupid. The stupidest of stupid men to have ever been stupid.
After Pepper had insisted on him for months, Tony had a new assistant, and his secretary threatened to sue him for delegating the work to her instead of hiring someone to do it properly.
He hired you, a perfectly adequate and competent personal assistant with very good experience and a track record of being the perfect fit for the job.
The day you walked into the office of Stark Industries was the day Steve Rogers' brain quit its job and never worked properly again.
You were beautiful, as gorgeous as if you had come right out of the Renaissance art he used to study in college, but the women in the paintings didn't hold a candle to you. Their soft jaws were not as beautiful as yours and your round cheeks, their curves not nearly as tempting and mouth-watering as yours.
And it made him feel such shame with his reaction, because you were modest and very professional, and he couldn't speak a word of negativity about your behaviour while his own behaviour was terribly gross.
Every day you were polite to everyone and tidy, and Tony's life was perfectly organised again, while Steve was thrown into a mess of madness and lust.
He was crushing on you, and really - really - hard. Steve was grateful that Tony's office was on a completely different floor of the building, which meant he didn't have to see you all the time, and so he wouldn't have his productivity tanked from not being able to look away from you. He barely saw you once or twice a week.
That was why when he caught your name in his inbox, he opened your email right away, finding a reminder of a meeting that would happen later that day, about the company's near mandatory day in the city park, which you were organising in Tony's name, of course.
Steve wrapped up his work, not wanting to leave you - or the other departments - waiting much, and actually finished ten minutes before it was supposed to happen. It gave him enough time to go to the coffee machine and make you a nice mixture of a cappuccino and hot chocolate, which he knew was your soft spot and favourite drink, and put it in a tall cup before making his own coffee and carrying them to the meeting room.
You were alone, setting up the presentation for Tony when he walked into the room, so focused you didn't even notice him as he put the coffee on the table and sat down, and he had time to adjust his posture before clearing his throat.
"Mister Rogers," you gasped when you saw him, a beautiful grin coming to your lips. "Good afternoon. Always early."
"Miss Y/N," he greeted, smiling, and raising his drink for you. "I got you coffee."
"Thank you," you spoke politely, reaching for it in his hand, and your fingers brushed against him when you picked it up, warm and soft.
You were all soft.
He took in a deep breath from behind the large table, your perfume was very faint in the room, and you smelt so damn good.
Steve would have loved to focus on your face and see your reaction at realising he had made the chocolate-cappuccino mix and not just gone for the mocha button in the machine, but there was something else he couldn't look away from.
You'd gotten up, and you were wearing a pencil skirt.
Steve could see your belly, its curve in all its glory, and all he wanted was to touch you, squeeze you and...
"Is this a mocha?" you asked, snatching his attention to your face.
Steve swallowed down hard, nodding as his cheeks felt like they were set on fire.
"I thought they weren't making mochas anymore," you sounded surprised.
"I mixed it myself," he told you. "The cappuccino and then the hot chocolate, I remember you like it better that way."
You were wide-eyed for a moment, a bit shocked, and smiled.
"Thank you, Mr Rogers," you gasped.
He gulped, nodding quickly. He was so close to a fucking HR summoning.
"You are welcome, miss," he squeezed it out of himself.
And before he could put his foot in his mouth, a group entered the room, greeting you two and taking their seats, and he put himself into his work mind again, which he should have been in since the very beginning.
He did his job like a good head of his department, took notes and offered his opinions, and behaved very correctly.
He also ran away from the meeting room before anyone else and locked himself in his office and his private bathroom once he was alone.
His work day was over anyway, and if anyone asked, he was having a stomach ache.
Steve didn't even have half an ounce of shame in him as he unbuckled his pants in the bathroom stall and pulled out his cock, lust coiling in his belly like a stupid teenager who had just seen a tit for the first time.
Fuck, he would love to see your tits. They were big, enough that he knew they would spill out of his hands easily. They probably were just as soft as you, and probably smelt so good if he buried his face in them.
He wrapped his fingers around himself, closing his eyes as his cock throbbed, neglected in his strict daily routine and already half hard as he jerked himself, muffling his sounds with a hand, afraid of being caught.
It was humiliating, jerking off in the company's bathroom like that, and he couldn't even be ashamed of himself.
He caressed his head, sensitive and shining with precum. Fuck, would you like his cock?
Would you suck it?
Fuck, he throbbed with the thought of your lips around his dick, of you hungry for him to cum down your throat.
He fucked his own hand needy, uncovering his mouth to fondle his balls, trying to be quick.
If it was for him, he would be putting his cum right in your cunt. Fuck, to have you under him, with your ass up, moaning as he fucked you hard and put his cum deep, deep in your cunt.
Steve bit his lower lip, stifling a moan as his balls tightened, and aimed for the toilet as he leaned against the wall, his cum hitting the porcelain right on time as his legs trembled, and breathed through his pursed lips, letting himself go and trying to calm down.
"Damn it," he hissed.
He was so fucked.
Steve hid in his office for another hour, emailing his team and sending the meeting's notes to them, so they would all be informed, and the office was already empty when he walked off, suit over his arm and suitcase in his hand, completely relaxed knowing he wouldn't cross paths with you.
He didn't know how long hiding from you would even work. You were both adults, he was a grown man who knew he was absolutely in the wrong position, and while - so far - it wasn’t something you seemed annoyed with, he didn't know how long it would be until you picked up on it and started to get uncomfortable around him!
Steve wasn't mean, he knew you didn't owe him anything, and the last thing he wanted was for you to think he expected something in return for just being a decent human being around you.
He waved to the janitor as he walked to the lift and pressed the button, waiting for it quietly.
He was ready to go home, have a nice dinner and rest.
And then, when the door opened, he was shocked to see you.
"Mr Rogers," you greeted.
Steve was frozen for a moment, staring at you wide-eyed, and shook himself into walking into the elevator.
"Good afternoon, Miss Y/N," he greeted. "Afternoon? Evening?"
You thought for a brief moment, looking amused.
"Is it six yet?"
He looked at the buttons to see if you had pressed the button to the existing level and then checked his watch.
"Six and two minutes," he told you.
"Evening it is," you decided.
He hummed a quiet confirmation to you, watching the numbers going down.
"Long day?" you asked suddenly.
Steve turned to look at you, surprised by the tentative small talk.
"Yeah," he confirmed, a bit too honest. "Lots of work."
"Yeah," you agreed. "Lots of... stuff."
"Yeah," Steve agreed.
You two exhaled together, and the doors opened in an empty floor, closing right after.
Steve was about to ask you something - anything, whatever was enough to make you feel like he wanted to keep talking - when the metal box you two were in shook and stopped suddenly, and if he didn't reach for you quickly you would have fallen onto the floor.
His heart came to his throat when the lights became black and the elevator started free-falling, and you grabbed him, squeezing him for dear life and screaming in fear.
And then it stopped, not killing you two, but not leaving you comfortable either.
The two of you fell down on your butts, and held you as you panted and sobbed into his neck.
Steve didn't even think before wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you through the panic.
"It's okay," he rubbed your back. "It's okay, we are okay."
You pulled back, looking at his face and then around, opening and closing your mouth, all blood gone from your face as you literally shook in his arms.
"We are alright," you stuttered. "We are alright. In a broken elevator."
Shit.
He looked around, the elevator still completely dark, and reached up, pressing the red button to get security's help, knowing better than to try to get out.
You seemed to be trying to calm down as he did it, and Steve rubbed your back slowly, trying to calm you down.
"Hello?" security answered.
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For the romantic dialogue prompt 11. “Don’t make me say it. I can’t say the words.” Nat is in love with reader but doesn’t want to say it because she doesn’t think reader will feel the same/she’s insecure and doesn’t think she deserves reader. Ofc reader loves Nat (who wouldn’t?) and they get together and live happily ever after. lots of hurt/comfort
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Natashas heart hammers in her chest as she runs down the compound's various hallways. The quinjet landed only minutes ago so she's racing to make it to the med bay where she knows the team, and therefore you will be.
As she enters through the double doors the sound of Peter sniffling coupled with the crestfallen looks on Tony and Clints faces tell her all her worst fears are coming true, and she almost doesn’t want to face that. But she knows she has to. If not for herself, then for you. She can be strong for you.
“How- how is she?”
Tony lowers his gaze, “Not good. She got hit really hard out there.”
“We honestly didn’t think we’d get her back in time. She's very lucky.” Clint admits, looking at Nat in a way the billionaire had never seen before. If he had to describe it he’d say it was a mix of stern disappointment yet hopeful encouragement. How a person can combine those looks is beyond him, but he's sure it's some sort of signal. A way for the two spies to communicate without words like they so often do.
“Y/ns strong.” the redhead proclaims, trying to calm herself, “She’ll be ok.”
Clint looks away from her then too and she can feel her stomach drop and her mouth go dry at his lack of agreement and comfort. She swallows harshly, desperate to keep her tears at bay. If she doesn't cry then she can act like this doesn’t affect her, like none of this is really happening. You aren’t in some operating room right now hanging on against the odds, fighting for your life. She's not head over heels in love with you, desperate to be yours and be by your side forever…But you are, and she is.
She very much is, and right now she can’t help but feel like an absolute moron. Despite her fears and insecurities she should have risked it. Maybe then she would have had time with you. To hold you, to cherish and love you and get the same from you in return. But now…no, no she can’t think like that. You’ll be ok. You have to be, because if you're not, then she won’t be.
“I’m so sorry Miss Romanoff” Peter whimpers, and her head swivels to look at him, “I really messed up. Y/ns hurt because of me….I’m so so sorry”
Natasha doesn’t know what happened out there, but she knows your affinity for the boy, how you became attached to him nearly the second Tony brought him in. So much so that your protectiveness for him rivals the fatherly instincts the billionaire himself has for the young hero. And she knows Peter, she's been training him, so she knows him better than he even thinks she does. He doesn’t always watch his six and he would never hurt a teammate on purpose, least of all you. This was an accident. Sometimes missions just went wrong, it wasn’t anyone's fault but the enemies and she knows you wouldn’t want Peter to be blaming himself for this.
“Malen'kiy pauk(little spider), Y/n would do anything to keep you safe. Whatever happened was not your fault, because you've done nothing wrong.”
Faster than humanly possible Peter launches himself into her arms, and as his head comes to rest against her shoulder she finally lets her resolve crumble. Hot tears run down her cheeks faster than she ever thought imaginable, and she hopes Peter can't feel the sheer volume that's landing against his neck, though she knows he wouldn't say anything about it even if he did.
“She's hurt really bad” Peter whimpers out through his sobs, “She might be dying”
Natasha desperately shakes her head, “No. She'll pull through.”
A few moments of silence pass before she's brave enough to speak again, “She…she’ll pull through. She has to. I- I need her to be ok.”
Finally Clint comes over and wraps his arms around the two of them. He knows by the way Natasha trembles that she’s close to her absolute breaking point. And he's not sure that she’d be comfortable being that vulnerable in front of Tony and Peter, even if the genius absolutely knew about the not so secret pining. And of course the teen had his own suspicions. Nat was secretive when it came to emotions, and she had her reasons to be. So he’ll do what he can to help her keep some comfort.
She clutches onto the archers shirt as if it were her lifeline, and he tentatively squeezes her shoulder to prove he's there for her. He’ll be her rock whenever she needs him to be, it's been this way since she opened up to him all those years ago and he’ll happily let it stay that way until the very end. He considers it an honor that she trusts him enough to let him see this perceived weaker version of herself.
“Tell me she'll pull through Clint, please.”
He sighs, the answer won’t be what she wants to hear and it will break her further, but he owes the truth to her. He can’t give her false hope. She needs to be prepared. “I wish I could Nat, truly. But she really was in a really bad state when we got her here. If Tony hadn’t flown her here from the quinjet I don’t know if she would have been breathing”
Sure enough a sob escapes her, and her trembling only worsens as Peter all but collapses against her. Clint holds them up to the best of his ability while sparing an urgent glance in Tony's direction. The older man quickly makes his way over to the three and gently loops his arms under Peters.
“C'mon kid. I got ya. Let's get you sitting down, alright?”
Peter only manages to nod as Tony walks away with him, leading him back to where he’d first been sat. Natasha allows Clint to fully envelope her in his embrace then, and she finds the guilt of all the possibilities that could have been between the two of you is crashing down on her shoulders with the weight of cinder blocks.
“I never told her” she whispers into his chest, and he doesn’t ask for clarification because he knows all too well what she means. He'd been trying to convince her to admit her feelings for years now, “I need more time…I just wasn’t ready, but I should have pushed myself. I should have found a way to make her understand even if I can’t say the words.”
He pulls back from her, places his hands on both her shoulders and looks her dead in the eyes, “Then Natasha, if she makes it through this, that's exactly what you do, ok? You march in there and you do whatever you have to to get your chance.”
Her lower lip quivers, “B- but what do I do if she doesn’t? What if…what if I never get my chance because I was a coward?”
“Oh honey” he coos, pulling her back into a hug, “You were scared. Scared to be loved and to be vulnerable. Scared Y/n wouldn't feel the same. Scared that you wouldn’t know what to do. Scared you didn’t deserve her. And all these are normal feelings somebody has in this kinda situation. Unfortunately the circumstances of your past made those fears even worse for you, that doesn’t make you a coward.”
She looks at him, tears streaming down her reddened face with her lower lip trembling. His heart sinks in his chest seeing her like this. So open and with her feelings, so scared to lose you. He gently wipes her cheeks with his calloused thumbs, “You're the strongest and bravest person I know Nat.”
“I second that statement” Tony speaks up from next to the teen, “And I’m lab partners with the Hulk so i know a thing or two about strength.”
His reply gets a small twitch of her lip and roll of her eyes in response, and he knows that with the way she feels right now that those actions were worth more than a Hollywood actor's showstopping grin. And the fact that he was able to gain that response makes him beam with pride. He cheered her up, if only just a tiny smidge, but he’d gladly take it.
Before anything else can be said by anyone the med bays main doors open, and a doctor steps through. Natashas attention is on him at once, and she quickly approaches, “Is Y/n- er, Agent Y/l/n alright?”
“We’ve got her stable now. It was touch and go there for a bit. Her heart stopped on us once but- ” That's all she registers beforese zones out of the conversation. The same words playing on repeat are all she can focus on. Her heart stopped.
You had died. If anything had happened to slow the quinjet down and keep it from bringing you in then the doctors wouldn't have been there to revive you, and instead of worrying in the med bay she would have been mourning your loss at the landing platform. And that fact terrifies her.
She isn’t even aware that she zoned out for as long as she had until Tony's hand grasps her shoulder, “Nat?”
“W- what?” she stutters, blinking her previous thoughts away while looking around, “I’m sorry”
The doctor nods in understanding, “It’s alright. Agent Y/l/n was successfully resuscitated and though she's currently stable she's still in critical condition. She's still sedated, so that coupled with her original trauma will most likely keep her unconscious for at least the rest of today and potentially into tomorrow.”
“But she’ll be ok, right?” she asks, needing to hear something hopeful
“I'm afraid it’s still too early to tell. For now all we can do is wait and see if she makes it through the night. But if she wakes we can properly assess her.”
The Russian can feel her chest tighten, “If…if she wakes? I don’t understand?”
“She acquired a lot of head trauma. Alone that trauma is enough to potentially keep her comatose, but when you add in the use of anesthesia that risk becomes even higher.” he explains, “Now normally we wouldn’t have used any, but with her multiple stab wounds we were left with no other options.”
Her lower lip trembles as she swallows the lump in her throat, “Can I see her? Please?”
He nods, “Follow me”
When she arrives in your room a feeling of nausea fills her. The room is dull, with its lights dimmed and blinds closed but she can still see you clearly. Your skin is paler than normal, lacking its usual glow and she can already see the swelling and bruising settling in on your face, arms and collarbone. The steady beating of the heart monitor is the only noise that fills the small room, and while normally such a noise would put her on edge she finds it calms her this time, because it tells her that you're still here. You're alive.
Tears roll down her cheeks as her hand makes its way to yours, “Y/n, I...I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m here. I’m right here dorogoy(sweetheart), so please don’t go anywhere.”
As the hours pass by she continues to sit with you, she's too afraid to leave your side or let you out of her sight. She worries that if she allows either of those things, then the worst will happen to you. Which rationally she knows is ridiculous, her presence and vigilante watch wouldn’t be enough to stop death from taking you if that's truly what was in store for you. But still, being here with you gives her some small comfort and right now she needs all the comfort she can get.
At some point she had fallen asleep, it had been rather restless as she didn’t want to risk sleeping through anything that may occur, so she forced herself to stay out of her REM cycle. So what little rest she did manage couldn’t even be classified as such really, but it did end up working the way she intended it to.
The faint beeping that she'd become accustomed to suddenly picks up in speed slightly, and her eyes immediately shoot open. She quickly scans the machine to make sure it wasn't malfunctioning and once satisfied they move to you. Nothing appears different, at least not in a bad way. Your skin seems to have gained back a bit more of its natural color and though this relieves her she's still uncertain about your heart rate. Before she can worry any more, a nurse enters.
“What's going on? Is she ok?”
The nurse smiles kindly at her while checking your chart, “She's doing just fine Agent Romanoff, the slight increase in heart rate is a good thing. It means she's trying to wake up”
Natasha can’t hide the excitement that takes over her features, and she grabs your hand once more, “Pozhaluysta, vernis' ko mne. Ty mne nuzhen zdes'(Please come back to me. I need you here.)”
As if hearing, and understanding, her whispered words, your eyelids begin to flutter and though the room is nearly completely dark you still groan at the way the light affects your sensitive eyes. Sensitive or not though there's no mistaking that bright red hair, or who it belongs to. Even if her form is a bit blurry.
“Uggh…Nat?” you rasp out, and she immediately moves closer
“I’m right here” she responds, hoping you don’t notice the tears rolling down her cheeks, “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit”
Your honest reply pulls a laugh from her and she gently squeezes your hand as the nurse walks over to your other side to begin checking you over. Once she's done with her various tests and writing notes in her chart she leaves the room, leaving you alone with the Russian you've come to love. Your eyes glance at your hand to see that your suspicions are correct, the weight you feel in your hand is indeed her own. You gently squeeze it before allowing your gaze to meet hers.
“You've been crying” you state, allowing your free hand to brush against her reddened cheek. The way she nuzzles her face into your palm takes you by surprise, but you allow to seek comfort this way and cup her cheek. You watch in awe as her whole body relaxes at this embrace
“I thought…I thought I was going to lose you” she admits in a whisper and her lower lip trembles as she closes her eyes. Despite this another tear slips down her face, but you quickly brush it away. A small whimper leaves her at this gesture, and she leans further into your hand
And that's when things start to click. Sure, you've had your suspicions that the Russian spy had feelings for you, but she's so closed off to emotions that it's hard to get an accurate read on her. If you were reading too much into her friendship and just projecting your own feelings you didn’t want to make things awkward by confessing your love for her, so you stayed quiet. Those suspicions never quite went away though. And now yearn to know if there's any validation to your thoughts.
“Nat, I- ” you start to talk but she cuts you off with a shake of her head
“No Y/n, you don’t understand. When you got here, your heart stopped. You….you died” she trembles slightly, “And you never would have known…”
You look at her softly, the weight of what she said sinking in. You knew the dangers of this job when you took it, still you're glad to be alive and you can’t help but feel guilty for what Natasha has gone through since you decided to throw caution to the wind and blow your own cover in a means to get attention away from a stuttering and fumbling Peter that had just raised suspicion by admitting to be a Stark Industries intern.
“What wouldn’t I have known?”
She thought that by now, after everything she'd be able to get those three words out, but when she tries her throat goes impossibly dry and her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water.
“I- I…” she huffs, “Don’t make me say it. I can’t say the words.”
You smile at her sympathetically, “How about you show me then? Think you can do that?”
She eagerly nods her head, desperate to prove to you how much she cares. She moves even closer and you remove your hand from her face to give her full freedom of movement. She removes her hand from yours and gently cups your face. Her thumb brushes over a small bruise while her other hand tucks a stray hair behind your ear, and her eyes swim with a multitude of emotions as they take in your appearance close up. She takes one last deep breath and surges forward, allowing her lips to meet yours.
It's sloppy, full of desperation and tears, but it's also full of other things too. Regret, fear, and most importantly, love. She finds she needs air far too quickly for her liking so she relents in breaking the kiss. She doesn't move away though, instead she rests her forehead against yours and lets her nose bump yours too. You melt against her, grateful for her open show of affection, her way of saying she loves you without having to actually say it. That will come when she's ready, and you won’t push.
“I love you too Natasha”
She gives you a wide watery smile, gratefully that you not only understood her gesture but that you felt the same way she does. She carefully and quickly crawls into the bed next to you and gently wraps an arm around you as she buries her face against your neck.
“I was so scared” she admits as your own arm wraps around her waist
“I can imagine. But I’m ok, Natty. I’m here and I’ve got you.”
She sniffles, “You promise?”
You tighten your hold on her and plant a kiss to the top of her head, “I promise”
She nods against you but you can tell she's still not fully at ease. To help calm her fears you take the hand that's around your waist and place it on your chest. She can feel each strong beat of the muscle under your sternum and it's only then that she relaxes against you.
“You're ok” she says, more to herself than you
“Mhm, I’m ok” you reply, “Great actually, now that I have you”
She moves her face away from your neck to look at you with a softness you've never seen before but know is only reserved only for you, “You mean that?”
“Of course I do. This is all I’ve ever wanted, you're all I ever wanted.” She smiles widely before settling against you once more, kissing your collarbone affectionately and you somehow know what that means, “Love you too Natty, love you too.”
By the time Clint comes to check in he finds you both fast asleep, intertwined with each other in the small hospital bed, and he happily smiles because you were ok, and now all was as it should be.
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Hurt What's Mine
[Shadow of the Tomb Raider] Lara Croft x Female Reader
Word Count: 8.05k
Proofread: No
Content Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, heavy descriptions of gore and death, hospitalization, brief mention of medication
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Angst Fluff Mix
One-Shot Preference Headcanon
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Amongst the loud snapping of twigs combined with the rustling of the leaves overhead, softened chatter could be heard throughout the entrance to the forest. The sky, which had been painted warm shades of red and orange mere moments before, had grown murky with hues of purple and black. Small stars illuminated the sky as it grew darker, bright pools of light poking through the inky atmosphere to aid the moon in flooding the landscape with a soft glow. In accompaniment with the darkness seemingly swallowing up the woodland area that Lara and [Y/N] wandered into, a harsh breeze rushed through the air.
As the two walked deeper into the forest, Lara made sure to reach over when coming across drywood and break it free from the ground, tucking it under her arm. After seeing her do this, [Y/N] mirrored her actions and began to gather wood as well. The two had decided they’d head into the nearby forest to gather kindling for the fire they planned to build back at camp. There, Jonah was waiting, sorting through his supply of herbs and a small flask of water he’d said he would use to stir up a broth of sorts that would help all three stay warm for the night. The only problem being there was no fuel for a fire nearby, so both women volunteered to scavenge for some together.
It had taken quite a while to make it to the woodland area safely, but the conversation they had struck up with each other managed to keep the journey bearable. Thankfully, Lara had remembered to snatch her makeshift machete before heading out. Using the sharpest part of the rusted blade, she sliced through the brush that obstructed their path, allowing them to meander forward with a partial trail behind them.
Soon enough, neither of them were able to carry more of the drywood they came across. With a huff, Lara spun on her heel and jutted her chin toward the path she had made. “We should head back. We can always come back later if we need to gather more.” [Y/N] nodded, trailing behind the brunette as she led the way. A few minutes passed in silence, both women focused on not tripping over the loose roots or pebbles that littered the dampened blades of grass. Ultimately, as they neared the halfway point of the path, [Y/N] decided to break the silence.
“God, I’m glad we haven’t had any run-ins with Trinity. Those guys are a huge pain in the ass,” she complained. At her words, the corners of Lara’s lips perked up into an amused smirk. “Yeah, they are. We still need to keep our guard up, though. There weren’t any traces of them following us here, but that’s been the case the last couple of times as well. They’ve got the wrong motives, but they’re clever, and they know how to handle stealth operations.”
A grimace painted [Y/N]’s features as she nodded in response. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Silence once again fell upon them, allowing their senses to return to the sound of their own footsteps beneath them as they staggered ahead. While they recalled the way they came from, they struck up another conversation with one another, trying to keep the mood light in the eeriness that made itself known between the towering trees. It seemed to work–both felt more at ease as they chatted away. Merely a moment seemed to pass, however, before a loud clamp echoed throughout the area, followed by a ticking and whirring noise nearby.
Before either had time to react and understand what had happened, Lara flew backward with a holler and collapsed onto the ground. She was yanked forward once she made contact with the soil. The whirring noise returned, louder this time, and she was soon dangling high in the air by her foot. She groaned, her ears ringing and vision blurry from the way her head had bashed against the floor. Her eyes were pinched tightly shut, though her hand instinctively reached for her belt to find her gun.
Squinting and blinking her eyes rapidly, Lara managed to clear her view. All at once, she could make out what had happened. Just a few feet away, [Y/N]’s leg had been caught in a similar trap, but she wasn’t conscious enough to try and escape. Lara’s arm whipped forward to take aim, watching with a newfound sense of terror as a horde of shielded soldiers, clad in black, swarmed forward to the two. Even as she struggled to steady the hand that she gripped the gun harshly with, Lara began to fire warning shots, striking several of the soldiers and watching them plummet to the ground in waves.
A few that hadn’t been shot dashed toward [Y/N] and took hold of her limp arms. They hollered at each other to get her down, using her as some sort of human shield to avoid being killed as well. Upon seeing them grab the unconscious girl, the blood pumping from adrenaline underneath Lara’s skin lit aflame with fury and a desire to defend. Her aim became far more accurate, more fatalities becoming visible as she fired away at them, a wolf’s snarl lacing her words as she bellowed at them to leave her alone.
She knew she just needed to get enough of them down so she could break free from the pulley that tightened the rope around her ankle to a painful degree. If she could do that, she could protect [Y/N] and help her flee. A false spark of hope flushed through her veins as she noticed she had cleared most of the squad, the lie of it evident as her clip ran empty and more men emerged from the distance. She cursed at herself, her hands unsteadily flying back up to her belt to find another magazine and reload. As she struggled with fiddling her pack open to search, she failed to register the sound of thundering footsteps nearing her from behind.
Finally, she pulled a clip free with a small huff of relief. She let her empty mag drop to the ground, flicked upward with the new one to reload, then cocked the hammer back before taking aim. A single bullet fired from the barrel, and everything went black.
Everything seemed to come back at once–every sense flowing forward and overwhelming Lara’s mind. A muffled groan slipped past her lips as she managed to lift her head. Entirely unaware of her bearings, her eyes flitted around in confusion, unable to see with her eyes wide open. She jerked her arms forward, hoping to grab hold of whatever fabric covered her face, only to feel cold steel dig harshly into the skin on her wrists. She hissed in pain, wriggling for a moment as she tried to understand what had happened.
Her focus returned to what she could feel. She had been chained to something, though it was hard to make out exactly what it was. Against her back, she could feel jagged wood scratching at her scarred skin each time she moved. Her arms encircled whatever it was she was pinned up on. Piecing things together, she figured she had been cuffed to a wooden beam somewhere. That didn’t explain where she was, though. Aside from the village she and the others had passed through once they arrived, there were no structures of any kind as far as she could tell. Had one of the villagers turned and taken her hostage?
She could feel the frigid grated steel beneath her, which confirmed she had to be somewhere else. The ground in the homes of the village had been purely dirt and tattered cloth.
Then where the hell was she?
What had happened before she blacked out?
“Oh, look who’s up from her nap,” a booming voice called out, pulling Lara from her thoughts. Her head shot up, a quick yelp of pain greeting her as her head throbbed from the sudden motion. “Who the hell are you? Where am I? Where’s [Y/N]?” She couldn’t recall what she had been through beforehand, though some part of her told her she needed to defend herself regardless. A deep chuckle rumbled nearby before the owner of the previous voice stepped closer. Lara braced herself for a hit, fighting back a flinch when gloved fingers gripped the top of what had been obstructing her view and tugged upward.
She squinted with a hiss as the overhead lights flashed their way into her eyes, effectively blinding her for a moment. As her vision cleared and adjusted, she jerked her head to the side to face whoever had granted her the ability to see again. A moment hardly passed before her face contorted with anger: her brows furrowed tightly together, practically knitting themselves as one, her jaw clenching as her teeth ground painfully against each other.
“Who the fuck are you?” She snapped. Quickly, her outrage completely replaced the feeling of distress, only worsening when her gaze flickered down to see Trinity’s emblem stitched into the man’s tactical vest. He laughed, tossing the woven bag that had been tied around her head to the side. “You don’t need to know who I am, but I certainly know who you are.” He grinned, then reached behind Lara to pick something up from behind the pillar. Briefly after, he leaned back again, dangling her tactical belt tauntingly in front of her, still fully equipped with all of her weapons.
Her eyes widened a fraction at the sight, instinctively flying down to find and confirm that she had indeed been stripped of her only means of defense in this position. Immediately, she knew she needed to free herself. With the methods she had been taught after tussling with offenders before, she knew she could easily wrestle this man to the ground and overpower him. With her arms restrained, however, she could only fight back at an infuriatingly close range.
He seemed to notice the stress that had returned to Lara’s mind, letting out another cackle at her misfortune. He stood, twisting his torso far enough to hurl the belt over the railing. As he made his way over to squat in front of her again, she took this opportunity to look around. She had been right: she was chained to a wooden support beam, and she was seated against steel. Through the holes in the grated plates, she could see she was far up off the ground, at least three or four stories high.
Looking up, she could see layers of other platforms above, towering to an ungodly height. Dropping her gaze back down, the platform she was on curved around a circular building just behind her, and ahead of her, a long metal bridge stretched out to connect to an identical structure. As her eyes focused in on a figure across the platform, her blood ran cold, wishing she hadn’t recognized what was happening.
Everything that had happened before she ended up here came flooding back. The forest, the traps, the soldiers, everything. Now separated, [Y/N] was similarly cuffed to a pillar. Her binds seemed tighter, red lines already formed on her wrists as though she had been struggling against them for a while. For the first time since making it to the town, Lara felt genuine fear. Had they already hurt [Y/N]? Had they forced her to give away where Jonah was?
“[Y/N]!”
“Ah, so you noticed,” the man voiced, bringing her attention back to him. Shakily, she lifted her head, She screamed at herself, willing her voice into intimidation. “Let her go. She has nothing to do with this.” Internally, she cursed at the way her voice wavered and cracked.
The man grinned devilishly, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? The moment you brought her here, you forced her to be a part of this. Like it or not, she has everything to do with this.” He leaned forward, blocking her view of [Y/N] and forcing her to look him in the eye. “It’s your fault.” Bringing his hand to his chin, he glanced up and mockingly pretended to think. “I suppose the saying, “like father like daughter,” is true after all. Wouldn’t you say so?”
At the mere mention of her father, a concoction of emotions bubbled beneath the surface of Lara’s skin. Even so, she forced her expression to remain stern. “Don’t you fucking talk about him.” Once again, she was met with a laugh.
A soldier that had been stationed nearby stepped closer to the two, concern laced in his tone. “Sir, shouldn’t we be careful? She’s taken out half of our men already, and most of it was entirely on her own.” The man in front of Lara rolled his eyes and stood, giving a small shrug. “Relax, I’m just having a bit of fun. There’s nothing she can do like this,” he gestured toward her. “With respect,” the soldier started, “she’s gotten out of tougher situations. Maybe we should–”
In an instant, the man, who Lara assumed was the captain at this point, whipped his gun from its holster on his hip and stood. He flicked his arm upward and pointed the barrel directly against the soldier’s forehead, prompting him to freeze. “I’ll fucking take care of it, you got it? All I’m gonna do is get her to tell me a few things, then we’ll blow both of their brains out, then be on our way. Stop me like that again, and the first round will go through your thick skull. Understand?”
Quickly, the soldier nodded and stepped back to his station. “Yes, sir.”
The captain then tucked his gun away. He turned and made a motion with his head to the group across the bridge. Lara glanced behind him to see what was happening, only to panic further as they crouched beside [Y/N], who flinched away at their touch. “Don’t touch her!” She screamed, thrashing violently against her restraints.
“Oh, don’t worry,” the captain teased, crouching down in front of her again to look her in the eye. “As long as you answer some questions, we won’t hurt her anymore.” Anymore. That word bounced through Lara’s head as she barely managed to notice that [Y/N]’s skin was littered with bruises and cuts. She swallowed hard, glaring at him. “What do you want? What questions?” He again acted as though he was deep in thought. “Well, for starters, you could tell me where the artifact you're looking for is.”
She scoffed. “So what? You can use it to wipe out humanity? Like you tried to do with the Divine Source?” The captain forced a smile. His hand lifted from his side and made a motion toward the group behind him. Lara watched, horrified, as one soldier used all his strength to kick [Y/N] in the stomach, another grabbing a fistful of her hair and slamming her head back against the pillar. She cried out in pain, desperately trying to free herself.
“Like I said, tell me what I want to know, and she won’t get hurt.”
Lara practically growled at him when she spoke. She ordered him to call the group back, threatening to make his death hell if he didn’t comply. “What do you think you can do? Can’t exactly kill me while you’re stuck here.” She scowled, her fingertips tapping at the chains in search of the padlock. Her arm shimmied a bit, allowing one of her hairpins to slip from the cuff of her sleeve and into her hand that she kept tucked away for situations exactly like this.
As she fiddled with trying to find the padlock, the captain continued to hound her with questions.
“Where’s your camp? I know you brought someone else here too.” She shuddered at the thought of Jonah being dragged into this as well. “I don’t know. I don’t even know where the hell I am, and you expect me to remember how to get back?” Another motion was made, prompting another harsh punishment to be given to [Y/N]. Lara shouted her name, begging her to hold on and promising she’ll get the two of them out.
The captain scoffed and crossed his arms. “Are you really not grasping what I’ve said? Answers for me means less pain for her.” Panicked, Lara thrashed again, her hands trembling as they continued their search. “I’m trying! But you aren’t giving me questions I can answer!” It was hard to mask her relief when her fingers finally found the padlock, though she instead focused on wriggling the bobby pin into the lock. “Well,” the captain huffed, standing again and slipping his gun from his belt. “I think I know something that might trigger your memory.”
At that, he turned and began walking toward [Y/N], wordlessly ordering the group of soldiers to back away. “No, don’t hurt her!” Lara was practically screaming at her hands to still, and with another brief moment, she finally managed to pick the lock, wrestling her arms free from the chains and stumbling as she stood. Without an ounce of hesitation, she lunged forward toward the captain, grabbing hold of him and trying to keep him away. He hollered in surprise, reaching back to claw at her and get a grasp. “Get off of me, you bitch!”
The team of soldiers that had been abusing [Y/N] only a mere moment before were now hurtling toward her. With a bit of a struggle, three of the soldiers managed to pry her off of him, throwing her back before forcefully pinning her against the pillar yet again. She fought against them, screaming for them to let her go. The captain ahead grumbled and stared her down for a moment, though he was quick to turn and walk toward [Y/N] again.
As Lara thrashed against the soldiers holding her down, the head of the team reached up toward a sheath against his hip, his gun having been smacked out of his hand and over the ledge from Lara’s outburst. Something felt as though it were burning in her mind, growing hotter and hotter as the captain closed the space between him and [Y/N]. She couldn’t let Trinity take another person she loved away from her. She wouldn’t allow it.
Hardly managing to remember her training, she turned and lunged her torso forward, using all of the momentum to headbut the soldier grasping her right arm in the face. He howled in pain, letting her go and falling backward. She then turned to the man holding her left shoulder. In the blink of an eye, she whipped her arm in a circular motion, gripping his wrist and forcing his arm to twist until he let go. Just as quickly, she shuffled forward and kicked the third soldier square in the chest, effectively knocking the wind out of his lungs.
Before she could stand, two more men sprinted forward and blocked her path, one of them managing to land a few rough kicks to her face and head. She hooked her arm beneath the back of his leg, jolting up to stand and flipping him backward. The second soldier struggled to free his rifle from the band on his back. By the time he managed to try and aim at her, her forearm flew sideways and struck his wrist, the impact catching him off guard and causing him to drop his weapon. Lara then leapt forward and gripped the straps of his tactical vest. She spun around to gain more force before driving him around again and launching him over the railing, not bothering to watch as he plummeted toward the ground countless meters below.
She turned, determined to get to the captain, but froze in place. Still so far away, he had freed [Y/N] of restraints, knowing she wouldn’t have been able to fight back. He pinned her against the platform, his knees planting themselves on either side of her hips as he drove his knife down into her stomach. Lara watched as [Y/N] tried to gasp for air, only to choke and let out a silent scream.
She felt everything grow heavy, ready to give into the temptation to drop to the ground. An inhumane level of fury coursed through her veins, and soon she found herself running forward at full speed, no longer in control of her body.
The neared the captain in only a few seconds, leaping from the ground and thrusting her arms forward. She tackled him off of [Y/N]’s writhing body and ripped the blade from his hand, dropping it and instead using her fists to beat any part of him she could see. Hit after hit, punch after punch, a new bruise formed on his skin, thinner sections splitting open into gashes. His blood seemed to all pool together beneath his head.
Lara let out a yell with each strike made against his skill. She lost count of the amount of times her knuckles made contact with the swollen form beneath her, not even noticing that her knuckles had begun to tear open and bleed from the sheer force alone. As his arms and legs fell limp against his sides, Lara’s punches came to a stop. Her bloodied hand reached over and grasped the handle of the knife, knuckles white from the tightness as she lifted the blade above her head.
Instantly, she plunged the knife down, listening with a sick joy as the thin metal ripped through layers of skin and organ, cracking through parts of his ribs. Mirroring what [Y/N] had done, the captain hopelessly tried to gasp for breath, instead wheezing and sputtering while his hands weakly scratched at her arms. Only for a moment, she kept the knife there. Before she could watch the life leave his eyes, she drew the blade out and immediately thrusted it down into his jugular with an equal force.
Her hands let go of the handle and dropped to land at her sides. She stared down, gleefully studying the way the captain clutched at his throat, a thick puddle of blood erupting from his mouth and trickling down his cheeks and jaw, disappearing into his hairline and accumulating with the crimson red under his trembling form. Glaring down at him with dull eyes, she lazily tugged the rifle from his back, forcing herself to stand and turn around.
She hadn’t heard the group of soldiers thundering up the stairs, but she had apparently sensed it. Effortlessly, she lifted the rifle and took aim, crouching down and firing away as the men made their way up one by one. By the time the team died out, she heard the gun click. Her gaze bored down at the rifle, realizing she had burned through the ammo. With a grunt of disapproval, she discarded the gun, then ripped another one away from a nearby lifeless body. She used that rifle to finish off the squad, blankly staring ahead after lowering the gun.
As her mind clouded over, taking in the scene before her, she tossed the gun to the side, straining to hear as it clattered against the steel platform. A bloodbath. That was the only way she could possibly describe it. Piles of bodies across such a small space, silver metal now stained red from blood and black from gunpowder. Lifeless eyes of the fallen seemed to watch her as she lifted her hands, taking in the way blood coated her skin. She wasn’t sure how much of it was hers and how much of it was the captain’s. She paid it no mind, instead rotating her hands to examine her knuckles. She had most definitely broken a few, if not all, of them,
Had she actually done all of this?
Nothing felt real.
The sudden sound of harsh coughing broke her out of her trance, forcing her attention toward the source. She scrambled over to [Y/N]’s side, holding her head up as she processed just how badly she had been hurt. Adding onto the gaping wound in her torso, countless bruises and cuts peppered every exposed inch of skin. The back of her head had been dripping blood from being hammered into the wooden beam. Lara gasped and frantically helped her prop her head up to prevent choking on her blood, her eyes scanning the surrounding area for something to help stop the bleeding. She grimaced when [Y/N] whimpered from the way she stretched over to grab a torn uniform.
Thinking on her feet, she slid to the wall of the base and leaned the wounded girl against it, apologizing tearfully each time she yelped in pain. After tearing the uniform into a thinner piece, she began stuffing part of the wound, earning more cries. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, finally using the rest of the cloth to ball it up. “This is going to hurt, but I need you to trust me.”
Before [Y/N] even opened her eyes, Lara forced her hand downward, applying an immense amount of both pressure and pain to the wound. At this, [Y/N] screamed in agony, her eyes beginning to roll back as her breaths quickened. Lara cupped her jaw and shifted forward. “[Y/N]? No, [Y/N], I need you to stay with me, okay? Keep your eyes open! Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. Stay with me,” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady.
“[Y/N], please, I can’t lose you. Not like this. Keep your eyes open–that’s all I need you to do!” Her words fell upon deaf ears, no matter how desperate they became. Before Lara could beg for her to listen again, [Y/N]’s head drooped down, her body now completely limp.
“[Y/N]?” Lara whimpered, shaking the unconscious girl’s head as a silent plea. When no response came from the motion, the Croft felt her tears beginning to spill, only being able to whisper “no” repeatedly. Her hand, the one that had been holding up the woman’s head, slid down to check for a pulse. She gasped softly when she found it, though realized she had to act quickly from how weak it was. “Shit,” she blurted, once again examining her surroundings. That bastard had thrown her radio over the railing with her weapons. There was no way she could contact Jonah without alerting any other potential Trinity bases of where they were. One look down at [Y/N], however, forced her to take that risk.
She stood and quickly rushed over to the nearby bodies, her calloused, bloodied hands desperately searching their equipment for a radio of sorts. She cursed with each failed search, though lit up only a fraction once she found one. Quickly, she ran to sit by [Y/N]’s side again, holding her up and pulling her close, keeping an eye on her as she sent out a message.
“Jonah? Jonah, are you there? Can you hear me? I need your help: [Y/N]’s bleeding out!”
She released the button, only earning static in response. Her eyes shot back to the woman beside her, her only shimmer of hope dimming immediately. Her finger clicked down again, lifting it closer to speak into it once more.
“Jonah, I need you here! Jonah, please, can you hear me?”
A choked sob erupted unwillingly from her throat. She felt like curling into herself and breaking right there. Now hunched over, she clutched the radio tightly against her chest, grasping a handful of her hair as she tried to come up with another plan. All she could bring herself to do for a moment was weep, terrified of losing the woman propped up by her side.
Her mind cleared for a brief second, and although she had no idea where they were, she knew they couldn’t stay there. More reinforcements were bound to show up sooner or later, and she was in no state to fight them all. She stood, peering out at the landscape in hopes of finding a landmark she had passed before. The lids of her eyes threatened to shut, heavy with fatigue from the loss of adrenaline and the salty tears that had fallen.
She staggered closer to the rail, gripping onto it tightly as a way to ground herself as she searched further. Her heart felt like it was going to sink down into the pit of her stomach upon spotting a village in the distance. She turned to [Y/N], unsure if either of them could even make it that far. There was a chance it wasn’t the village she had been in either, on top of the fact there could be more traps hidden in the forest.
That only stopped her briefly. She knew they needed to leave, and she knew it was better to head out with the chance of finding Jonah than staying there to die.
Willing every ounce of strength she had left, she plucked the rifle she had thrown to the side back up, slinging it over her shoulder before wobbling back to [Y/N]. She huffed, sucking in a deep breath to ready herself, then bent down to pick her up, one arm tucking itself underneath her knees, and the other wrapping around her torso.
She turned, stumbled forward toward the stairs, and wrestled with the urge to look down at the unconscious form in her arms.
Each step down felt like a mile, Lara’s calves straining and aching, feeling as though they would give in and snap like twigs. By the time she managed to make it to the ground, it took everything in her not to collapse. She just kept telling herself they’ll be there soon. That was all she could do to keep moving forward. If she didn’t make it, not only would [Y/N] die, but she would as well. The marks from the beating she had taken had begun to finally sink in, adding to the difficulty.
She swayed every few steps. Her body threatened to fall over anytime she leaned too far.
She had no way of knowing she was going in the right direction, only able to rely on her instinct. There was no path, no landmark, no sign of nearing the village, which is why it was such a surprise when she could hear hollering up ahead. She strained her ears, hardly managing to make out that the unidentified voice was calling her name.
“Jonah?” She whispered hoarsely.
“Lara! [Y/N]! Are you two out there?”
“Jonah,” she weeped, unable to raise her voice any further.
Her feet continued to stumble toward the sound of his voice. The closer she got, the stronger the small spark of adrenaline she somehow still had grew. Finally, realizing he was only a few feet away, Lara managed to pick up her pace, lightly jogging forward. “Jonah, we’re here,” she cried out weakly. She moved ahead, breaking through the entrance of the forest to reveal the small patch of land they had originally tried to set up camp at. There, Jonah turned around and instantly ran over.
“Lara, you’re alright! I heard gunfire, but I didn’t know where you were, and–”
“Jonah, we need to get back to the plane right now. [Y/N]’s losing too much blood, and I don’t know how much longer she’s going to last,” although her tone was weak, there was no doubt she was terrified. Jonah finally looked down to the woman in Lara’s arms, his body tensing at the sight of all she had been through.
“Shit, what did–okay, but what about what you came here for? We can’t come back! Trinity’s going to–” Jonah knew that even mentioning the artifact in that moment was a mistake, but his mind was racing, preventing him from thinking logically.
“Forget the artifact, Jonah!” Lara snapped, her raspy voice finally reaching the volume she’d wanted to have when calling for him. “I don’t give a shit about that right now! I just want [Y/N] to survive! I’m the reason she’s in this state to begin with–I don’t want to be the reason she dies!”
At her sudden tone, Jonah could only nod and motion for Lara to hand [Y/N] to him to carry her there. Reluctantly, Lara did so, only after realizing she wouldn’t be able to make it to the plane in time if she were the one taking her. Without a moment to lose, Jonah began rushing up the path toward where they had landed, shouting behind him for the Croft to follow.
The ringing returned the closer they got, her vision blurring and growing dark. Everything was spinning, and she had to force herself to keep track of Jonah. By the time they had all made it into the plane, Lara’s body finally gave out.
“You know, I don’t think I had ever scared my father that badly before,” Lara murmured, a gentle chuckle escaping as she smiled fondly at the memory. With a sigh, she felt the pad of her thumb caress the tattered skin on the back of [Y/N]’s hands. For just a single moment, the ticking of the clock hanging above the door synced up with the beeping of the monitor beside the bed. Just as quickly, they fell out of rhythm again, and Lara waited for them to repeat it. Every few minutes, for the past several weeks, both would beat together for just a brief second, only to fall apart again.
It was the only thing she could look forward to anymore. It kept her distracted so she didn’t have to process everything just yet–so she didn’t have to look up at the woman deep in a coma in the bed she sat by. Jonah would come in here and there, reminding her to eat something small or to bring her a spare blanket for the night. Nurses would step inside to take vitals and update Lara on what was happening. And even though [Y/N] was there, whenever everyone else would leave, Lara still felt alone.
She could talk to her, but it was more like talking at her. She had no idea if the woman could hear anything she said, nor did she know when she was going to wake up. It had been seven weeks since they made it back from the expedition. Lara’s injuries were treated fairly easily, but [Y/N] had fallen into a medical coma from blood loss and excessive blunt force trauma. Her chances of survival in the beginning were slim, but things started to steadily improve as the days passed by.
Those days, however, felt like years to Lara. The woman she could once talk to and joke around with, the woman she could once hold and be held by, the woman she could once gaze into the eyes of, now lay before her, unmoving and silent. She was alive, but to Lara she seemed dead. She had been so lively before, and now she couldn’t even open her eyes.
To fill the never-ending silence that weighed heavy upon her shoulders, Lara would talk aloud, pretending as though she was sharing her thoughts with [Y/N] like she had done before everything went awry. Recently, after running out of small-talk she had murmured like it was scripted, she had resorted to retelling memories she had of her father back as a child. Somehow, even as [Y/N] stayed unconscious, Lara felt comfortable sharing her favorite times spent with her late father. Anyone else would’ve been waved off and told she wasn’t comfortable, but [Y/N] had always been the one person she could come to to speak of him freely.
Even seemingly dead, [Y/N] was still the only one she trusted. It was funny, in a way.
She huffed out a sigh, lifting the woman’s hand to her lips and pressing a featherlike kiss to her knuckles. Once her lips left the clammy skin, she brought her head down to lean it against the back of her hand. Her eyes closed, brows furrowed as she bit back a sob.
“I wish I had never brought you with me. If I hadn’t, you would still be comfortable at home, watching TV and sleeping in. You wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t… You wouldn’t be hurt, or strapped to this machine, or fighting for your life. You wouldn’t be in a coma.” She sniffled, squeezing the hand still against her forehead. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry, [Y/N]. I would take it all back if I could.”
Some part of her waited, half-expecting a response. She whimpered, clearing her throat to prevent herself from bursting into tears again. With a hard swallow, she lifted her head, gaze trailing up to [Y/N]’s face. She smiled. “I have no idea how, but you still look so beautiful. Even when you’re out like this.”
Her free hand lifted far enough to caress the girl’s cheek, then pinch the bridge of her own nose, internally groaning at how heavy her eyes felt. Once her hand planted itself back on her thigh, she glanced over at the heart monitor, watching each movement on the screen intently for a moment, allowing herself to gather her thoughts. Finally, she faced [Y/N] again. Her hand squeezed her leg, unsure of what to say.
“I love you. So, so much. I should’ve said it more before… all of this, but I’m saying it now. I do love you, [Y/N], more than anything in this world.”
She huffed out a pained laugh.
“I don’t know why I’m so mad at you. None of this is your fault. I’m the one who dragged you into the expedition, and I’m the one who ended up getting you captured. I wish I hadn’t begged you to come with me. You deserve to be at home, not in this bed. I should’ve protected you, and I didn’t, and for that, I’m so sorry. You deserve someone better: someone who wouldn’t have gotten you into this mess.
“The worst part is: I don’t even know if you can hear me. I’m not sure if you’ve heard anything I’ve said this entire time. I’m not sure why knowing that you might not hear me hurts so badly, but it does.” Tears once again pricked the corners of her eyes. “God, I wish I could hear your voice again. I miss you so much. I know you’re right in front of me, and I know you’re still breathing and alive, but I’ve never felt so alone. It doesn’t feel like you’re really here. It feels like you’re not you.”
The tears stinging her eyes now blurred her vision and poured down in thick masses. Her free arm raised, allowing her to use the sleeve of her jacket to wipe them away. Once they dried, she looked up at her again, hands trembling harshly.
“Please wake up. I’m begging you.”
Grumbling was all Lara could do in her unconscious state. Any small sound she could hear had her grumbling louder: pages flipping, pens scribbling, pills rattling, doors opening, monitors beeping. Everything that she could hear seemed to be working against her, screaming at her to wake back up. It was late at night when she finally let herself drop her head onto the edge of the hospital bed to rest. Hand still clutching onto [Y/N]’s, she managed to drift off for the first time in days.
The sounds grew incessant, however, stirring her partially awake. Each little noise irritated her further, and she had to fight the urge to muffle the scream bubbling up in her throat with the sheets cushioning her head. To add onto her growing frustration, something squeezed softly at her hand, forcing her back to her senses.
“For fuck’s sake,” she mumbled, lifted her head, then looked down at her hand. Her brows pinched tightly together, she sat there, processing what she had just felt. Again, her hand was squeezed.
Her brain, although severely sleep deprived, finally managed to register what had happened. Immediately, she looked up from her hand, her eyes landing on [Y/N], who finally opened her eyes for the first time in months. She gazed back at Lara the way the brunette had been craving the entire time. Upon seeing that she was now awake, tears instantly trickled out from Lara’s eyes, a shaky sob accompanying them.
“[Y/N]?” She whispered, unsure if she was actually awake.
“Hey, Lara,” came her raspy reply, a tired grin gracing her cracked lips.
Right away, Lara sprung up from her seat by the bed and leaned forward, capturing [Y/N] in a tight embrace. “Oh my god, I don’t–” She sniffled. Her leg lifted up, allowing her to sit beside the woman now practically cradling her in return. “You’re awake. You’re finally awake. I don’t believe it.”
She leaned back from the hug, cupping [Y/N]’s face in her hands and studying every little feature she could see. Sob after sob wracked through her body as she pressed a kiss to the wounded woman’s lips, only shifting back to pepper the rest of her face in similar kisses. “I thought I lost you,” she whispered after calming down enough to speak. Her voice trembled and broke more with each passing word, rambling about what she had feared.
“God, I love you so much.”
Again, she captured [Y/N]’s lips in her own, pure relief washing through her senses when she felt her kissing back. Weakly, the bandaged girl chuckled. “I love you too,” she rasped out.
Lara instantly leaned back into the embrace, clutching desperately at the hospital gown she rested against. She swayed side to side, shivering as [Y/N] soothingly rubbed up and down her back. She couldn’t begin to explain how she felt at that moment. All she could say was she was so relieved to know that the woman she held closest to her heart was alive and breathing.
“Can I ask you something?” A soft voice whispered. She leaned away again to look her in the eye. “Of course. Anything at all.”
“What happened after I was stabbed?”
Lara froze, now growing uncertain. “You don’t remember?” She sucked in a shaky breath when her only response was a shake of the head. Her gaze dropped down, unsure of where to start. She scratched the back of her neck anxiously, took another deep breath in an attempt to steel her nerves, then cleared her throat. “Well, I’m not really…”
She turned to glance behind her, ensuring no one else was in the room before she spoke again. There was no shame in what she had done–not for her–but she’d be torn away instantly if someone overheard. [Y/N] had just woken back up, and she wasn’t going to risk losing her all over again. Although, that still might be a possibility, depending on how she took the news.
She explained herself, sparing no detail of what she had committed in her blind rage. From wrestling with the soldiers to stabbing the captain of the team in both the chest and the throat, she confessed every little atrocity that had been brought about by her hands alone. As she spoke, she averted her eyes, too afraid of being gazed at with disgust. She focused on the pattern stitched into the bedsheets bundled up atop [Y/N]’s legs.
Finally, she managed to tear her eyes away from the sheets and look back into [Y/N]’s. She swallowed, surprised to see that familiar glint of admiration in her eyes. There was no sign of repulsion or discomfort at the heinous things she had admitted to. “You’re not mad?” Was all she could ask. [Y/N] snickered and shook her head.
“Are you kidding? Those asswipes beat the shit out of me, and one tried to kill me. I don’t exactly have sympathy for them after that.” Relieved, Lara sighed and grinned. It was a breath of fresh air to see her laugh again, even though it was rather weak.
She turned to sit next to [Y/N], who she then pulled into her side. With a quick peck to the top of the head, she closed her eyes and yawned. “Tired?” “Mmhm.” “Yeah, same.” Lara laughed, looking down at her in confusion. “You were in a coma for nearly three months. Why are you tired?” [Y/N] smirked and rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t willingly unconscious. Plus, my body just sucks,” she murmured, earning another chuckle.
“Well, I love your body,” Lara mumbled, tugging her closer. “Every bit of it.”
Waiting a moment, [Y/N] leaned against the brunette fully, her head dropping onto her shoulder as she closed her eyes. She grinned, listening to Lara yawn again before she shivered. “Move your legs for a second,” she whispered to the already half-asleep woman. “Hm?” “Move your legs.” “What? Why?” “So I can cover you up with the blankets.”
Lara seemed to take a moment to understand what she had said. Finally, though, she lifted her legs with a groan, letting [Y/N] slip the covers out from under her and essentially tuck her in beside her. Both sighed in relief: Lara from the warmth of the sheets and [Y/N] pressed against her, and [Y/N] from the feeling of Lara holding her close.
Lights had been turned off throughout the ward for a while, which both women were silently grateful for. As they shuffled to lie down more comfortably beneath the covers, everything seemed to settle down for the first time in months. Lara’s body finally relaxed, the lack of sleep from the past several weeks catching up to her at a rapid speed. She hummed softly as she turned onto her side, pulling [Y/N] into her chest.
“I’m never taking you on a trip like that again,” she slurred out. “At least, not until I know Trinity won’t be there.”
[Y/N] nodded as she listened, also partially asleep. She squirmed a bit, sliding closer while trying to mind her IV. As her head settled against Lara’s chest, she yawned. A moment passed before she spoke again.
“You do know the nurses are gonna come in any minute and realize I’m awake, right?” A groan sounded from Lara, prompting a snicker from [Y/N]. “I’m gonna crawl back into the bed again the second they leave. I just want you in my arms right now.”
“Well, either way, I want you to know that I could hear you for most of the time I was out. And I also want you to know that I plan on saying “I love you” as many times as you did before I woke up. I really do love you. I mean, you were right here the second I woke up, and I don’t know if you ever…” She thought for a moment, opening her eyes and looking up at Lara. “Did you ever leave the room?” Even as she fought to stay awake, Lara scratched her cheek nervously. “Only when I used the restroom. I was afraid I wouldn’t be here when you woke up.”
[Y/N] grinned. “Well, I’m glad you were here. I was worried you wouldn’t be here at all when I woke up. I figured you’d leave and head home, or maybe go back to the village we were at.” Gently yet reassuringly, Lara squeezed her closer. “I would never do that to you. You’re everything to me.”
“And you’re everything to me.”
Another yawn managed to escape the brunette’s lips. She pressed a small kiss to the top of [Y/N]’s head and sighed, already drifting off again. “I love you, so damn much. No one’s going to hurt what’s mine, never again.”
“I’m yours, huh?”
“Of course.”
A gentle smile graced [Y/N]’s features as she shuffled closer, pressing a kiss to Lara’s collarbone as her eyes fluttered shut.
“Of course I’m yours.”
#fluff#x reader#female reader#angst#tomb raider#rise of the tomb raider#shadow of the tomb raider#lara croft#lara croft x fem!reader#lara croft x reader#lara croft x female reader
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heyyyy Zari, I love your writing! It got me curious, which one of the bluelock boys do you think is the biggest freak in bed? and I mean like nasty, blood, spit, sweat n all? :D
*cracks knuckles* helloooo nonnie beloved akjfhsak i am so sorry i kept this in my inbox for so long but thoughts have been thunked
bllk's nastiest and messiest
cw: fem reader, spit, blood play (v light), cum play, watersports, impact play (v light as well)
ryusei takes 1st place hands down,, is anyone even surprised though? there's barely anything this man doesn't want to try - especially with a pretty little thing like you! once he has you, there's no going back, so you better give him a heads up if you're not in the mood for anythin crazy </3 cause he WILL lose his mind as soon as he gets his hands on you.
a v messy kisser, has his tongue all down your throat, lets you suck on his and is more than happy to give you the same treatment. bites on your bottom lip until the skin breaks, licks into your mouth until there's a faint trace of red on his tongue. a spitter, but he'd rather have you spitting in his mouth instead - loves to see you getting all flustered when he asks you to c'mon angel, lemme taste ya. eats you out until his tongue hurts and jaw slacks, all soaked w your juices. does this thing when he just lets his tongue hang out when you squirt </3 drinks it all right up, ignores your hands pushing away at his head. gets hard all over again when he goes down on you right after he's just spilled himself all up your cunt and laps at his cum seeping out of u :( moans like a bitch, he knows it's nasty but frankly, he doesn't care. (like i said, it riles him up even more.) may i also suggest... watersports..... both ways if you're up for it, but as mentioned before, there's nothing that gets him going so rabid like seeing you all embarrassed n teary eyed. so best believe ryu will ignore your whimpers and squeals on how you've gotta go pee - more so, he will go the extra mile to angle either his hips or fingers just right and press down on your tummy too :( nasty nasty nasty nasty. there's nothing he wouldn't do to you.
rin obviously makes the list as well and i don't take any criticism on this. we've seen him in the u20 game. mans is FILTHY and doesn't care whether he's drooling all over himself or not - once he gets into it, he's gone <3 doesn't need that much to lose it either, give him the right look, a sloppy kiss or two and he's a goner. grabs and smacks every part of you he reaches, kneads at your flesh until there's bruises forming - it's not like he's got a proper thing for it, he just really cannot control it - and probably groans all about it even more than you do. literally fucking forgets to swallow when he's having his way w you, give it a few minutes of making out and he's all slobbered up. forces your mouth open when he fucks you, thumb pushing your tongue down on your chin so that he can spit on it whenever he likes :( always urges you into the shower to clean up right after you're done cause there's like a lil pool of saliva on your sternum or tummy lol he literally drools. isn't embarrassed at all though </3 doesn't mind cumplay either, makes out w you right after you've sucked him dry just to spit it right back into your awaiting mouth. honorable mentions: choking (cause it gets you all teary, face wet w tears and tongue lolled out so that you can get some air in) and last but not least,, licking (needs to have all of you all at once - groans as he tastes the salt on your skin when he licks up your neck)
bachira!!! ohhh he's insane he really is !!!!!!!! loves loves looooooooves cumplay it gets him going like nothin else i am telling you. cums in his pants untouched or either from grinding down into the bed as he eats you out, laughs all breathily when he pulls out. y'make me so messy, pretty girl. wan' you to clean me right up, yeah? loses his mind when you peel his boxers back and, indeed, lick him clean - all while glancing up at him, wide eyed and just as desperate. i do think megs doesn't really last that long in one go - he's just so needy all of the time, gets riled up really quick - BUT he bounces right back, so don't fret!!! he WILL be giving you multiple rounds. and you already know what it means :( yeah. by the time he's done, you can barely keep yourself up on your knees, limp and trembling, with your face painted white. there's milky, thin streaks of cum all over your lashes, probably somewhere in your hairline as well,, and meguru makes sure to rub his tip all ll over your pouty and reddened lips to smear it around. he has so much to give you and makes sure he never holds back :( hah, you're just s'cute like that, baby. you like bein' my messy girl?
#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail#blue lock smut#bllk smut#shidou ryusei smut#itoshi rin smut#bachira meguru smut#ryusei shidou smut#rin itoshi smut#meguru bachira smut#honorable mention; oliver aiku ( cause he is just. so fun to be with.. is always up to try somethin new w u. doesn't care if it's messy )#rin my love#ryusei >_<#bachira <3
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Soap with a stoner S/O
A/n: sorry I haven’t checked my inbox, I didn’t think anyone would see my account so I haven’t really been looking, but here you are!!
Soap x Stoner!reader
CW: use of marijuana, Alcohol. Sex is mentioned.
Before you both had even acquainted he could smell it on you
He thought nothing of it at first, believing that someone must have smoked next to you.
it wasn’t until he saw you being reprimanded for being under the influence during a mission that he finally understood.
When you both eventually talked to each other he noticed your glossy red eyes darting back and forth
After breaking the awkward barrier of being just teammates, he was more comfortable with your habit (He’d never really been around weed due to its legality)
He would snag you extra food if you had the munchies
Found it adorable the way you smiled when you ate the food he brought you
If you were ever too stressed he’d offer to pick up your workload so that you could get stoned and relax
The night your relationship changed was when you and the 141 had went out for drinks
Johnny knew you weren’t really a drinker, so he came up with a fun little dare
He walked over to where you sat and ordered you an old fashioned
When you went to question his actions he revealed his plan
He wanted to get as drunk as possible with you, and then once you two headed back to your room he would get high with you.
You didn’t just get drunk, you were hammered
Just kept laughing at your intoxicated state
When you both made it back to your room (he had to drag you) you couldn’t even get your bong because you couldn’t walk. You lazily clutched your hand towards the closet and whined
”What’re ye reachin’ for lass?”
You explained that the bong was too far for you to grab and that you were too dizzy to get up
He let out a laugh and got it for you
Looked at it like it was a fucking Scientific container and frowned when you giggled at him
Was mesmerized when you took it from him and showed him what to do
Actually called you an engineer (its literally the easiest thing and he still brings it up)
When you held it for him he looked into your eyes as you lit the bowl
As soon as he inhaled he almost coughed out his soul
You tried to explain how he can’t swallow it and how he actually has to inhale it
Once he did you made him take a long puff
Gagged at the taste
Snatched the water bottle off of your night stand
Within 5 minutes he was already zoned out
You decided to get baked as well, too drunk to count how many times you hit it
Your vision was still blurred and you were very light headed, words started spilling from both of your mouths
Many of them being things you would not say sober
Soap started babbling about demolitions
Asked if you’ve ever thought of being involved with anyone of your teammates
”I’m jus tryin’ to fill the silence Bonnie”
the silence was imaginary because he’d been talking your ear off
When you admit that you’ve thought of him being involved with you he almost jumped up and off of your bed
Had the biggest most shit eating grin known to man
“In what way lass!?” He asked energetically
”in every way.”
You were way too honest with that answer.
He was too high to even comprehend what you said.
Passed out on your thighs
Now it’s a routine, you both get drunk and high every weekend
Loves high sex
Is very soft during
Also loves cuddling and watching whatever is on if there is a tv
Another note: Sorry, I didn’t know whether to do HC style or to write a Drabble, so I opted for the HC Layout.
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Hey, I have a hailee steinfeld x reader request:
Reader is Chris Hemsworth's cousin (meaning she's aussie.) And she is dating Hailee Steinfeld. (But the relationship is a private relationship.) She plays Spider-Woman in Hawkeye and Kate Bishop's love interest. So, in an interview for ATSV, they talk about Readers Spider-Woman making an appearance in the movie.
karma is the girl on the screen coming straight home to me [H.Steinfeld]
pairing: hailee steinfeld x hemsworth!reader
summary: having to do interviews with your girlfriend comes with its own set of challenges. thankfully, you always have each other's back.
warnings: none, just fluff with a side of plot; abrupt start and even more abrupt ending; light mentions of anxiety
wordcount: 1.5k
a/n: this request spent almost a month in my inbox and i am so sorry for that. i hope you like it despite the long wait!
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You look up from your phone at the sound of footsteps approaching. There’s no way to hide the smile that spreads across your features once you catch sight of who’s walking toward you.
“Don’t tell me you started missing me already, Steinfeld.”
She rolls her eyes affectionately at the use of her last name, an old habit that still lingers between the two of you sometimes. “You wish, Hemsworth. Just came to tell you we have five minutes before the interview starts. Wouldn’t want you to be late. Again.”
“That’s a low blow. You’re the reason I was late last time.”
“Weird. I don’t remember it like that.”
“Why am I not surprised?” You reply, attempting to sound annoyed and failing miserably.
She takes a quick look around before reaching out for your hands. You welcome the physical affection a little too eagerly for someone who was trying so hard to make fun of her a few seconds ago. If she notices, she doesn’t comment on it, clearly just as starved for contact as you are.
As much as you love being a part of interviews and getting to talk about projects you’re passionate about, you hate how little time you get to spend with Hailee. At least when you did the Hawkeye press junket you got to do almost every single interview with her due to the curiosity and impact of your character’s developing relationship. This time, however, your role has been the supportive girlfriend.
Despite the excitement from the fans about your character making a not-so-secret appearance in Across the Spider-Verse, all the journalists seemed to prefer to steer clear of having both you and Hailee in the same room to avoid being responsible for accidentally outing you. Just because your relationship is of a more private nature doesn’t mean either of you is doing a great job at keeping your obvious feelings in check.
Hence why it was decided you wouldn’t participate in many interviews. The last thing you need is another nepotism scandal.
“You nervous?” She asks, her previous teasing tone disappearing into thin air once she notices how spaced out you seem to be.
You shake your head in response almost as if that will get rid of the worries lingering in the back of your mind. “Me? Of course not, what’s there to be nervous about?”
She laughs, the sound soft and sweet. “Right. Well, since you’re not nervous then I guess you don’t want a kiss for good luck…”
“You’re a cruel woman, Hailee Steinfeld.”
“Just the way you like it,” she replies with a wink.
She starts to walk away but you pull her back toward you before she can get too far. You know you played right into her hand when you catch sight of the growing grin on her face but you’re too happy to care. You wrap your arms around her neck, careful not to mess up her hair, before connecting your lips in a slow kiss.
Her hands land on your waist long enough to pull you flush against her in an intimate embrace. Time seems to slow down to a crawl while you both relish this brief moment of affection.
It ends too fast for your liking and you have to swallow back your complaints, knowing it’s just a matter of time before people from both of your PR teams start looking for you. “We’re not done here. Just so you know.”
“Trust me-” She gives your lips one last peck before she steps away from you. “I know.”
You let her walk away first, taking a moment to thank the universe for bringing this woman into your life before following after her. You quickly arrive at the interview room and go through all the formal introductions before taking your seat next to Hailee. She shoots you a quick smile that you waste no time in returning.
The next few minutes pass by in an exciting blur of people setting up all the microphones and cameras and it’s not until the interviewer sits down in front of you that your previous nervousness rears its head again. You try to tell yourself you’re worrying over nothing but almost every interview has gone the exact same way since you joined the MCU. The only thing that brings you some reassurance is that Across the Spider-Verse is something completely different and can’t be linked to your last name. Unfortunately, that leaves the door right open for a different set of accusations regarding the brunette sitting by your side.
The interview starts in a very standard way with the first few questions being the same opening questions you’ve gotten in every other interview. You don’t really mind but you do wish people could come up with something better than,”How excited are you about this movie?”
Your complaints fade away once you’re forced to focus on the next batch of questions. “So, y/n, this was your first time doing voice acting for a movie, how different was portraying Spider-Woman in this way compared to Hawkeye?”
You give a pretty ordinary answer, waiting until you’ve fully answered the question to add in a comment that you know will be floating around your Twitter feed for most of the week. “And I definitely had to tone down my flirting this time around.”
“Was that hard for you?” The interviewer replies, not so subtly straddling the border between keeping the conversation flowing and pointing out you and Hailee’s closeness.
Your answer comes with its own set of badly hidden romantic undertones. “I mean, have you seen this woman?”
“Way to keep it professional, y/n,” Hailee says, her smile obvious in her tone.
“I just have too much charm to keep contained, darling.”
You turn your head just enough for your eyes to meet hers. A charged moment of silence passes before she looks away, muttering something about how unbelievable you are through a soft chuckle.
You almost forget where you are until the interviewer speaks up again and brings you right back to reality. “The internet certainly agrees with you, y/n. Apparently, you take after your cousin.”
“Which one?” You joke.
You can already tell where the conversation is going to go but you do your best to appear unbothered.
“Oh, you know, tall, blonde, also an Avenger.”
You suppress the urge to roll your eyes but the shift in your posture doesn’t go unnoticed by Hailee. It never does.
“Right, that one. Annoying fella, isn't he?”
It’s easier to mask your annoyance as playful teasing if you direct your energy toward your cousin and not the interviewer in front of you.
“So annoying,” Hailee joins in, making a show of mimicking your accent.
You shoot her a brief but grateful smile. One she returns with the smallest nod of her head, almost as if silently telling you she’s got your back. And you don’t doubt for a second that she does.
Unfortunately for the two of you, your attempt at changing the topic of conversation goes completely ignored by the interviewer. “Still, it must be great to have support from your own family when it comes to projects like this.”
“Yeah, it’s always fun to remind Chris he never got his own show.”
Hailee makes a face at your comment and you can already imagine the “Memefeld” tweets it will create. “Technically the show isn’t yours.”
“It’s not yours either, there’s still two Hawkeyes.”
“I…yeah, okay, you got me there.”
“So, the criticism doesn’t bother you?” He continues. “It’s hard to deny the connection between your recent projects and the closest people in your life.”
This time Hailee’s the one who stiffens up and, despite the way your heart flutters in your chest at her protective nature, you decide to reply before she gets the chance to. “I appreciate people’s concern but I think they’re overestimating the importance of my personal life and greatly underestimating my talent. I’m not really bothered by it, I just ignore it, to be honest. Call it taking a page out of Taylor’s book.”
You turn to look at your girlfriend with a subtle smirk on your lips. She already knows exactly what you mean but she plays along with you anyway. “Which one? Shake it off?”
“I was thinking of Karma but sure,” you say with a shrug. “Except for the ‘guy on the screen’ part.”
Even though you mumble the last part, you know the microphone picked you up loud and clear. If your choice is between nepotism scandals and dating rumors, you’ll take the dating rumors any day. Hailee’s team probably doesn’t agree so it’s a good thing your agent is the one in the room and not Hailee’s.
Almost as if on cue, she steps in with a random excuse to end the interview. You don’t really pay attention to whatever words get exchanged since you’re too busy admiring your girlfriend.
You can already imagine the tweets and the headlines this interview will create but you don’t really mind. All you really care about is getting to go home with Hailee.
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33. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter."
I went a touch angsty with this one again, but nothing too heavy.
As it stands, this is the last prompt I have to do from the list, so I can't promise there'll be anymore daily updates. There's one more in my inbox, but I can't really think of anything to do with it.
So if you want to send a prompt from the list, now's your chance 🥰
If this is my last one, I want to send a massive thank you to everyone who's sent me a prompt over the last two weeks, and to everyone who has commented, reblogged, and liked.
33. “Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”
Prompt taken from here
Read on AO3
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“Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”
Beca breathed out through her nose and crossed her arms across her chest. She didn't answer Chloe, and her eyes remained fixed on the ground.
Her silence was the only answer Chloe needed.
“Okay, how about the last time you ate a decent meal? Or drank something other than coffee?”
Beca finally looked up, and Chloe could tell she was biting the inside of her mouth. “I have to go to work,” she said.
She tried to turn and walk away, but Chloe took hold of her arm. “Beca, I’m not done talking about this.”
“I don’t have time for this right now,” Beca said. “I’m late.”
“You never have time,” Chloe said, following Beca down the hall. “Beca, I can’t keep doing this.”
It felt like something sharp stabbed Beca in her stomach at the sound of those words. It travelled up to her chest, took hold of her heart and squeezed.
When she looked at Chloe she could see tears in her eyes. Not for the first time, she wondered how they got here. How she let it get this bad.
Beca opened her mouth to say something but the anxiety crawling up from her chest had now robbed her of words.
When Chloe realised she wasn’t going to get an answer, she spoke again.
“I need you to take this seriously, Beca. I need you to take me seriously. If you aren’t home by six tonight, ready to talk to me then…” Chloe swallowed, and it took everything she had not to cry. “Then I’ll be at Aubrey’s, and I’ll arrange for someone to come and get the rest of my stuff.”
Beca felt like her whole world was ending as Chloe turned and walked away, but she still couldn’t seem to say anything.
She knew she needed to go to her. She needed to beg for forgiveness and promise to do better. She needed to do something because she was about to lose the best thing that ever happened to her.
But she couldn’t. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t do anything except what she’s best at, and that’s running away.
She pulled her jacket off the hook by the door, and she went to work.
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“It’s all hands on deck for the rest of the week,” Beca’s boss said during their morning team meeting. “I suggest you cancel any plans you have tonight, we need everyone here. If you have to eat, do it quickly and do it at your desk. It’s crunch time, and if you still want a job when this is over, I need you to pull your weight! Let’s get to work, people!” He clapped his hands to signal that the meeting is over, and the team started filing out of the room.
Beca hung back, waiting for the last person to leave the room.
“Mitchell, is there a reason you aren’t scurrying back to your computer right now? I need those tracks by, like, yesterday.”
“I, um, I need a favour,” Beca said.
He looked down at his watch. “You’ve got thirty seconds, I need to be on the phone with Tokyo in two minutes.”
“I need to leave early tonight, I-”
“No,” he said. “Anything else?”
“Seriously?” Beca asked.
“What part of all hands didn’t you understand?”
“Look, I haven’t had a day off in weeks. Chloe and I are having problems, and I need-”
“Who?”
“My fiancé,” Beca said, trying not to sound angry.
He let out a snort of laughter and started walking out of the conference room. “Do yourself a favour, and cancel that wedding.”
“If I’m not home tonight then she’s going to do that all by herself,” Beca said, chasing after him.
“Good,” he said. “Less distractions, more work, and before you know it you’ll be the one with the album on the shelves.”
Beca stopped walking and he turned when he realised she wasn’t tailing him anymore.
“You knew the gig when you signed up for it, Mitchell,” he said. “You wanna live your dream, this is the cost. And Chloe either gets it or she doesn’t, and it sounds to me like she doesn’t. Now, are you in or are you out?”
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Back in their apartment, Chloe was trying to stop crying for long enough to be able to pack her bag.
She couldn’t believe it had come to this. She couldn’t believe she was even considering it.
Beca was the love of her life, she loved her more than she’d ever thought possible, but she meant what she said when she said she couldn’t do this anymore.
She couldn’t carry on watching the woman she loved slowly kill herself for a career that wouldn’t even notice she was gone.
Leaving Beca was the last thing she ever thought she’d do - the last thing she ever wanted to do - but she was just so tired. Tired of the empty promises, of dinners that were thrown away uneaten, of waking up alone in the middle of the night.
She was just plain tired.
She sat down on the bed, her bag still empty, clothes sitting in a neat pile beside it. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not yet.
She checked her phone.
Beca still had seven hours to prove her wrong. To come home and fight for her.
She curled up on the bed, her back to Beca’s side, and she carried on crying until she fell asleep.
-
She didn’t feel like she’d been asleep long when she was woken up by the feeling of the bed dipping behind her.
She heard the rustling of sheets and then felt a hand settle on her hip.
The person behind her pressed a kiss on her shoulder before their forehead came to rest against it. She heard them take a shuddering breath and hold it before letting out a shaky exhale.
Chloe was too afraid to turn around because she didn’t want this to be a dream.
“What time is it?” She asked, eventually.
“Almost midday,” Beca replied, her voice rough and heavy.
Chloe swallowed, but she didn’t turn.
“You left work early,” she said.
She heard Beca take another deep shaky breath. “I quit.”
Chloe sat up quickly and looked down at Beca. “You what?”
“I quit,” Beca repeated.
“Bec, this was your dream job. I never meant for you to give it up, I just wanted you home more. I wanted you to take care of yourself,” Chloe said, guilt pooling in her stomach.
“And they weren’t willing to let me do that,” Beca said, sitting up too. “If my dream job comes at the cost of everything else in my life, including you and my health, then it isn’t a dream worth chasing.” Beca shook her head. “He would have let me work myself to the bone, and then replaced me in a flash as soon as I burned out.”
“Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to resent me down the line because you think I forced an ultimatum on you.”
“I’d never resent you,” Beca said. “I’m so sorry for these past few months. I’m so sorry I drove you to this point. I… I love you. I love you so much.”
Tears were filling her eyes again, and Chloe couldn’t stop herself from pulling Beca into her arms.
“Please don’t leave,” Beca said, sobbing into Chloe’s chest as she clung to her with everything she had.
“I’m not leaving,” Chloe said, without any trace of doubt in her mind that she was making the right decision.
“I’ll do better,” Beca said. “I promise. And I’ll get another job as soon as I can.”
Chloe ended their hug and cupped Beca’s face in her hands. Her thumbs swept away the tears on her cheeks.
“We have enough saved up that you can afford to take time off. What I need is for you to take care of yourself,” Chloe said. “That means sleeping properly, eating properly, and drinking water. And I need you to be open with me when you’re struggling. Because I can’t help you when you shut me out.”
“I know,” Beca said. “I promise.”
Chloe looked into her eyes and she knew that she meant it. She pulled Beca back into her arms again.
“I‘ll let Aubrey know I’m not coming,” she said, feeling Beca deflate with relief in her arms.
“I can’t believe I almost lost you,” Beca said. “I’m never letting that happen again.”
They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, until they eventually lay down together.
“I’m guessing you didn’t have lunch today?” Chloe asked, her eyes threatening to close now that the tension had gone from her whole body.
“Too busy quitting,” Beca mumbled. “Nap first,” she said, stifling a yawn. “Food second.”
“I can live with that.”
They weren’t out of the woods yet.
There was still a lot to talk about. A lot to work through.
But Beca was home. She was sleeping wrapped up in Chloe’s arms and, for now, that was enough for both of them.
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