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buckyalpine · 4 months

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Imagine you get into the holiday spirt with the cutest Christmas sweater, the fluffiest socks and these adorable bells in your hair. You're running around the compound with hot chocolate and cookies, the jingle of your bells ringing with each step. Everyone things its adorable. You're like a little elf, busy in your workshop (the kitchen), surrounded by marshmallows, whipped cream, delivering mugs of creamy sweetness along with homemade gingerbread men.

Everyone finds it so cute.

Everyone except Bucky.

Bucky hates it.

He hates the little tinkle he hears with each footstep you take.

Why?

Because his mind is in the gutter.

Your running around looking all cute and sweet and innocent and all he can think about is how gorgeous those bells would sound as he railed you with his cock.

He decided to stay in his room, hoping a book would calm him down but who was he kidding, his enhanced hearing meant he could hear you scurry around down the hall towards his room, and holy shit, if he could just grab your hair and bend you over-

"Bucky!" You lightly knocked at his door before popping your head in with a cheery smile, holding a mug of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows and plenty of whipped cream. No matter how intimidating Bucky painted himself out to be, you knew the soldier loved all the little extra toppings, especially after you caught him adding extra whipped cream when no one was looking.

"Hey" Bucky's voice came out more strained than intended, hoping to will his erection away which currently throbbed with need.

"I brought you hot chocolate" You stepped into his room, pausing when Bucky's smiled looked more like a grimace as he shifted from his place sitting against the headboard.

"Is-is everything okay?" You ask, padding towards him and he can't even hide the tent in his sweats, setting down the book he was reading to try and cover himself.

"Of course-yeah-thanks y/n" He rasped out as you came over and handed him the mug, your sweet scent of vanilla, sugar and spices only making it harder for him to keep his hands to himself.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You could tell Bucky was tensed, chewing his lip without meeting your eyes which was strange considering he was normally fine around you.

"Wouldn't be able to tell you sweets" Bucky chuckled to himself with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck while you cocked your head to the side, the tiny movement making the bells ring again.

Fuck.

"I don't think you'd want to help with something like this doll"

"Try me"

"OH" *jingle* "MY" *jingle* "GOD" You wailed, your bells ringing with each thrust as Bucky's cock slammed into you, his hands squeezing your hips as he fucked you from behind. He had you on your hands and knees after tearing your clothes of, loving the needy little whimper you let out after you caught a glimpse of his rock hard cock pressing against his sweats.

"That's it baby, that's it, sound so pretty with those cute little bells in your hair" Bucky groaned, biting his lip to keep his voice down as he fucked you harder, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, "Look at how you're taking all of me baby, taking my big dick so well, such a good. Girl"

"More, want-more" you hiccupped, tears from pleasure streaking down your face, squealing when Bucky's hand spanked your ass before pulling out and manhandling you till you were on top. You whined, your lips pulled into a pout, all naked on top of the soldier except for the bells in your hair, your needy pussy clamping down on him. You pawed at his hand, tugging it to where you needed him most, moaning when he used his thumb to rub your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

"Aww babygirl, are you too cockdrunk to fuck yourself on my dick" Bucky cooed as you squirmed on top of him, sloppily grinding yourself, your greedy cunt begging for anything he'd give you. You

"Fuck you're such a little slut" Bucky gritted out as he planted his feet against the mattress and started to fuck up into you, your boobs bouncing in his face matching the dainty rings every time he thrusted his hips up. "Want you under that goddamn tree and nothing else baby, gonna fuck you on every surface of his place"

Bucky could only take so much, his balls pulling tight to his body, cum desperate to blow and paint your walls, your pleasure contorted face all just for him.

"Walking around with these fuckin' bells, making my cock so hard, lookit how pretty you sound now baby, fuck y/n, m'gonna cum!"

"C-cum in me Bucky" You cried out, sobbing in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, collapsing against his chest as he fucked you through your high.

"That's it baby, milk my cock, that's what I want for Christmas, wanna empty my balls in you, fuck-oh fuck-milk it baby, shitt!" Bucky bit down on your shoulder to muffle his loud moans, shoving his dick in as far as it would go as he started to throb ropes of his spend into you.

That was round 1.

"You look like you've seen a ghost" Tony snorted as he saw Sam and Steve enter the living room, the captain's face pale in shock while Sam couldn't stop grinning. "What happened. We're gonna start the movie soon, where's metal man and y/n"

Steve went beet red while Sam cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Making their own rendition of Jingle Bells"

Anyway, I'm sorry for giving you debauched instead of wholesome plots, MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS (the filthy part is for me @ myself)

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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here's one of the prompts from this ask: presenting... camboy!Rafe

After yet another falling out with Ward, Rafe had to find some other way to make quick cash. He didn't expect to keep this virtual career going for over a year, growing to love the flattery and attention as much as his real-life hookups.

You're Sarah's best friend, a fellow kook-turned-pogue, and spent more time at the Cameron house than your own. This summer, Rafe travels back home from college and gets a little careless, so used to his private dorm where he didn't need to stifle any moans or dirty talk.

It's a late night by the pool, music plays from Kie's speaker and empty beer bottles litter the patio. John B and Sarah are cuddled by the stairs, chatting with Pope as JJ does his umpteenth cannonball, splashing you and Kie as you lounge on floaties.

Unfortunately, it's your turn to get more snacks and drinks. You begrudgingly trek through the big house, already a little inebriated. You gather chips, popcorn and beer on the shiny island counter before a loud noise catches your attention. Curiosity gets the better of you and you follow those strange noises and find yourself in front of Ward's office, the door just barely cracked open.

Rafe sits in his father's chair, pristine white shirt unbuttoned with a light sheen of sweat on his chest. Your eyes drift to his arm, the sleeves rolled up and muscles tense under his tanned skin. He murmurs something under his breath and you creep closer, trying to make out his words.

"Hm, is that so? You think you deserve my cock?" His pink lips stretch into a smug smirk, "you're gonna have to bend over my desk and show me where you want it."

The angle blocks his lower half, but you don't need to see it to know what he's doing—the jerking motions of his arm, the hitches in his breaths, and his blue gaze locked on the screen before him.

"If you beg real nice, I'll let you taste my cum. Shoot my load on your pretty face and claim you, maybe I'll even take a few pictures." Rafe groans heavily, his arm speeding up, "is that want you want? You wanna be daddy's little cumrag?"

For the next few days, you avoid him like the plague, but that's hard to do when it's his damn house. Every time he comes around, you slip away, muttering an excuse about going home or doing an errand. Sarah is the only one partly concerned since you were never at Rafe's throat like the rest of the Pogues.

Your luck had to run out at some point: he corners you at a kegger, you should've known he'd show up at the Boneyard with the rest of his friends.

"I've been back for a month and you haven't said more than three words to me."

You grip the solo cup tightly, nervously peering up at him, "hi, Rafe, how are you?"

He laughs, shaking his head. His new buzzcut makes him appear more rugged and confident. Ugh, he never used to make you weak in the knees, but now you're having trouble standing upright—hopefully, it's just the alcohol.

"I'd be better if you didn't look at me like I'm covered in blood. C'mon, you're Sarah's only friend that I can actually tolerate." He rolls his eyes, "don't tell me they turned you against me in a couple of months?"

me thinks... one thing leads to another and you're making out against his truck, your dress hiked up to your thighs as he hooks your knees around his hips. You pull away for a breath and his hand wraps around your throat, his wet lips trailing down to your jaw: "Is it bad that I want to get caught right now just to see the look on JJ's face?"

At the mention of your friends, you snap out of it and shove him away. Guilty and ashamed, you can't imagine what Sarah would think about you hooking up with her brother, and the rest of the Pogues definitely wouldn't be happy about it either.

You leave the party early and once again, avoid Rafe, going as far as faking sick when Sarah invites you over.

fast forward to the filthy stuff: don't even get me started on you starring in his cam shows. Rafe is all too eager to show his viewers every inch of you, how pretty you moan, how you melt with just the slighest of touches.

He's such a tease: he grinds his hard cock along your clothed cunt, showing his fans just how needy you get, "look at that, she's soaking her panties," he chuckles, reading the rush of comments on the laptop screen, "Yeah, she's gonna ruin them tonight—maybe we'll have a little fun and send them to the highest tipper. How's that sound, baby? You want a stranger owning your messy panties?"

He's obsessed with cum shots: he’ll cum on your pretty, tear-stained face or one of your used holes, "open wider for daddy." And of course, you obey, blinking up at him with his seed on your cheeks and lips. He leans down and spits, spreading his saliva and cum on your tongue, "such a good girl, you'd let me do anything to you, hm? You wanna show our fans how pretty you look right now?"

this au makes me very interested in Rafe's and reader's exhibitionist adventures 😳 ofc fooling around at the country club, mayhaps golf cart shenanigans, and definitely riding him in his truck... this will be a full fic 😌 or a collection of drabbles !! we'll see hehe

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jordanstrophe · 4 months

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Abandoned whumpee is back

[Previous] - [Next] CW: Captive whumpee, injury, blood loss, medical whump, hurt/comfort, defiant whumpee, intimate whumper

Two guards on either side pulled whumpee through the wasteland. Whumper lead in the front, often craning their head back to make sure whumpee stayed in check.

"This is all pointless!" Whumpee shouted at them. "I'm not giving up my team, I'll be nothing but a h-.. hassle. I just-" Whumpee ran out of breath as their retorting faded. The bandage on their side was soaked in blood as some began running down their waist.

Whumper turned around, immediately motioning for the group to stop. "They're bleeding faster than I thought. Lay them down for a second." Whumper ordered, rushing to them while ripping open a new bandage.

The guards tried pulling whumpee to the ground; whumpee wouldn't bend their knees, so whumper grabbed their legs and pulled them out from underneith them.

"No no NO- I'm fine! Leave it alone!" Whumpee squirmed. Whumper pinned their legs together with their knees and peeled off the dripping bandage.

"I'm going to put some pressure and tighten it, okay?" Whumper explained, wrapping a bandage around their midsection.

"Just le-leave me here. I'm already holding you back." Whumpee rasped, sweat pouring down their face. The guards kept whumpee's arms over their head and wouldn't let them move an inch.

"Thanks for the kind thoughts. Now take a deep breath, this'll hurt." Whumper said. Whumpee glared and breathed rapidly; whumper just watched and waited. Finally out of sheer discomfort, whumpee took a deep enough breath as whumper pulled the two ends tightly against the wound.

Even though they wanted to, whumpee willed themselves not to scream. They groaned and cried behind gritted teeth, their cheeks flushed red and whumper could feel them tense underneath them.

"That's it, you're doing fine. Good job." Whumper patted their leg. Whumpee deeply exhaled with the tiniest whimper behind it. They seemed unable to speak.

"I'll get you taken care of when we get home. Some stitches and a night's rest will do you good. I'm sure you haven't eaten in a while." Whumper shook blood off their hands and stood up. They looked down and realized whumpee was trying to squirm to their feet. They kept collapsing and their legs were shaking.

"Want me to carry you-"

"No." Whumpee cut them off, still trying to struggle to their feet. They began using the guards to try and pull themselves up.

"Come on whumpee, this is pathetic." Whumper crossed their arms.

"I'm- I'm aware. I don't want your help, don't touch me anymore. Please..." Whumpee looked up at them with a furrowed brow. For the first time, whumper saw just how much pain they were in. Mentally and physically.

"Okay I'm picking you up." Whumper said, shoving their arm under whumpee's knees.

"No, no you are nooOOOTT-!" Whumpee shouted as whumper hoisted them up mid-sentence. Whumpee clung to their neck out of sheer adrenaline.

"There we go, not so bad right?" Whumper cooed, continuing onwards.

"Put. Me. Down." Whumpee hissed.

"Would you rather we drag you across the gravel? Just relax. I'm not going to drop you."

"If that gets me put down, they do it." Whumpee kicked their feet. They tried to pry off whumper's fingers from their back leg, but was unsuccessful.

Whumper sighed and rolled their eyes. For the rest of the way, whumpee complained and argued loudly. Carrying them was exhausting, but whumper liked that they could monitor the bandage and keep track of how much blood they were losing.

By the time they got to the transportation, whumpee had fallen asleep. Their head was resting against whumper's shoulder, one arm was folded over their stomach, their other arm hung limp.

Whumper claimed the back seat and laid whumpee across the length with their head on whumper's lap.

"What an unfortunate little lamb. Willing to follow your team to the grave." They whispered, stroking whumpee's hair from the side of their face.

"I truly feel terrible for you."

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adaptacy · 7 months

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KNKTBR - Day 3 - Spanking

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A/N: yes I skipped day 2, the prompt was tentacles and I'm not quite an expert on that subject yet.

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Reader

"Turn around."

"Wesker-"

"No. Turn around."

You frowned, narrowing your eyes, but you were met with a significantly colder gaze from the blonde, and you knew better than to expect him to relent. With a sigh, you turned your body, knees pressing into the black comforter below you before you sat back on your ankles, balancing out your weight. Not being able to see him was easily anxiety-inducing, even with how well you knew him, he was impossible to predict.

Turning your head in an attempt to glance over your shoulder back at him resulted in a click of his tongue, and you sighed, frustrated, but gave up and stared idly ahead. Or at least your head was facing forward. Your eyes darted to your peripherals, trying to get a glance at the man behind you, though you remained unsuccessful and oblivious.

A sudden weight on your left hip made your head turn out of instinct, and there was another click, reminding you to face forward. Though you submitted, you made sure your irritation was made known by releasing a dramatic sigh. Not that you got any reaction from the scientist, but you knew that he knew, and that was enough.

It was easy enough to figure out that the pressure on your waist was his hand, as there was an identical palm on your right shoulder, though he pushed more there. You resisted, and the blonde hummed, sounding disappointed, making your skin crawl with the idea. Of course, you gave in, bending to the urges as he pushed your upper half forward, forcing you onto your elbows. Head dropping, you managed nothing more than a whine, meaning it as an apology.

"Darling, it's a little late for that, wouldn't you agree? Don't fret, I'll go easy," he reassured, his hand sliding down your back until his palm caressed one side of your ass, giving the skin there a slight squeeze.

"One more chance?" You asked, a guilty smile on your face, not that he could've seen it.

"All out of chances, I'm afraid. Perhaps next time you'll behave as I ask. Though, given your track record," Wesker allowed a low chuckle to draw out his words, squeezing where his hand lay once more, "I'd be surprised if this lesson stuck any better than the last. You always have been quite the brat."

You responded with a small shrug, knowing he had a point, and he took your silence as submission. His hand released where it was squeezing, rubbing his palm in small circles, and you felt his lips on the small of your back. He granted you one breath before his hand raised, and you tensed, pulling your lips together to half-muffle the whine that came with his hand coming back down, far harder than the 'easy' you'd expected.

Really, you should've known better than to believe a promise of mercy from the man who was actively plotting the downfall of the world. His hand resumed the gentle, reassuring rubs, though now the skin he caressed was a little more tender. That's not to say you didn't appreciate the massages, you definitely did, but it didn't take away from the fact that his smacks were exceedingly harsh. It wasn't clear if he was even aware of the strength he put behind them- Maybe it was the virus that made him stronger, and he may not have even realized how hard he could go. Then again, this was Albert Wesker, and it was equally likely that he merely relished in the pain he was able to deliver with a single strike of his palm.

Not that he was ever satisfied with just one. Following routine, his hand disappeared again before it smacked down once more, your body rocking forward as you whimpered, earning cocky hushes from the blonde. "If it isn't the consequences of your own actions. What a terrible fate you've met. If only you would've behaved. A wonder what obedience can do for you, my love. You ought to try it sometime," he teased, slapping your ass one more time before he returned to resting his hand on the sore spot, giving you a moment to breathe.

You nodded, swallowing the urge to cry, your hips pressing backwards, taking any opportunity to seem more submissive and try to draw whatever pity from him that he may have been capable of. If he even was capable of such a terribly human feat. Wesker hummed, not giving away whether that pity existed or not, merely running his thumb up and down the reddening skin.

"How many has that been?"

You mumbled a response, your head resting between your arms, muffled by the blankets.

"Speak up for me, darling. I'd hate to miscount and deliver more than you deserve."

"Three," you said, lifting your head in order to enunciate your response better, though it fell immediately after.

"Very good. Do you think five will get the point across? Or perhaps I should settle for ten. Make this pain last a little longer. Maybe then you'll remember why you obey," he hummed, running his free hand up and down your back, and you shook your head, lifting it once more to force an answer.

"Five. Five, that's- It's enough. I'll behave," you assured, your voice shaky from the stinging pain in your rear, but you got the point across all the same.

"Will you now?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if you don't? What sort of punishment should I deliver to you then? Fifteen... Twenty? Continue until I'm sure you'll never act out again, perhaps. Could be fifty."

"I'll be good. Please. I promise," you strained, looking over your shoulder, and the blonde smiled at you, his teeth exposed at one side as his lips curled. The older man nodded, and once more your head fell as he delivered a fourth spank, humming out a mockery of the moans that left you.

"Is it the case that you enjoy this punishment? Surely you aren't such a disaster that you crave the pain. That would be impossible, wouldn't it?"

"Completely ins- Ow!" You yelled, your body jolting again as he finished the punishment off with the harshest slap yet, squeezing the skin tightly immediately after. Tears pricked at your eyes, and your hips sunk backwards, fists tightening around the blankets as you relaxed.

"You were saying?"

"Would be... completely insane," you exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the discomfort on your skin.

With one more teasing, gentle slap, Wesker removed his hand from your ass and leaned forward, kissing the back of your neck. "Absolutely mad," he whispered in mocking agreement, his teeth pulling at your skin as he nipped, sending a shiver down your spine.

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underthenightskydreamsneverdie · 10 months

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Tbh I'm horny too and all I can think about if it Seb and MC are 7th years studying for NEWTs in the library/common room with all the other HLCs, MC trying to provoke Seb by giving him looks, purposefully reaching across the table into his space, dropping their quill and bending over, wearing that perfume that drives him crazy, ect, but Seb knows they need to study and pass their test so he resist temptation much to MC's disappointment though unknowingly they unleashed a beast that is being pent up and growing in anger for a couple more days until NEWTs are done.

I love this! I'm not sure if this was a prompt but it inspired me. Thank you 💜

Naughty Escapades and a Wily Temptress

Warnings: 18+, Teasing galore, idiots making a dumb deal, unruly teenagers who can't keep their hands to themselves, cunnilingus, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, semi public sex, there are probably more but I can't think of them, oh overuse of my favorite pet name which I'm sure you guys can guess by now Pairing: Sebastian x f!MC Word count: 2659 Thanks to @sallow-tales for help with the name of this fic! 😘

Three days before the start of their NEWTs, Sebastian, MC, and all their friends sat on the floor in a corner of the library, books and parchment spread out around them. They had spent every moment between classes here for the past two weeks, cramming in as much study time as they possibly could. Tensions were high amongst the group, every member aware their futures were hanging on the outcome of these tests. Sebastian was tense for a different reason, though. MC would not stop teasing him. All week she had been doing little things to rile him up, undoubtedly hoping he would give in to his desires and go back on their deal. It had been a spur of the moment idea after their first day of studying had ended with him pulling her away, pinning her up against a bookcase and kissing her neck, grinding himself against her thigh. After he came down from the high of his orgasm, his cock back in his pants, he looked her in the eyes, a pained look in his face. “We can’t do this again until these damn NEWTs are over with, Princess. We need to focus on studying while we’re here. Let’s make a deal, no more sex until we’ve both taken our final NEWT. I can’t believe I’m the one saying this but I think it’s a good idea. What do you say?” She had nodded and kissed him before walking back to gather her things.

The teasing had started a few days later and just like today, it took every ounce of self restraint he possessed to resist her. More than once today he had found his hand automatically reaching out to slap her ass when she leaned forward on her knees to reach for notes from someone in their little circle. He had been able to stop himself in time, but he knew she wouldn't stop trying.

He looked down at her head on his shoulder, trying to ignore the way she was purposefully blowing on his neck. This was the closest she had been to him in days and the smell of her perfume left his head spinning. Letting out a soft whimper as her breath hit him just right, a shiver running down his spine, he set his quill down. “Princess, don’t you think you should be studying something other than my freckles right now? If you need a break, go sit with the girls for a while.” She pulled away, pouting as she stood and weaved her way over to Imelda and Poppy, looking over her shoulder at him before hiking her skirt up over her knees, and dropping to the floor, sitting exactly the way she did when kneeling in front of him. Flashes of her lips around his cock, her pretty eyes staring up at him, played in his mind and he shifted around, adjusting himself.

She’s going to be the death of me.

An hour later she returned, picking up her books, bending over right in front of him giving him a perfect view of her breasts. Before he could help it a small groan left his lips and she smirked. As she sank to the floor, he reached for her waist pulling her into his lap. The little gasp she let out stoked the fire of resolve in him. He leaned in close, brushing her loose hair off her ear before pressing a small kiss to it. “You think it’s funny, teasing me like this, Princess? You think it’s going to get you what you want?” He gripped her jaw, turning her head to face him. “I assure you it won’t. Not yet.” He lifted her off him, roughly setting her down next to him once again. He took a deep breath, shaking his head to clear it of the already fading feeling of her body on his. He longed for her more than he could express, but he was determined to see this through.

Okay, you can do this, Sebastian. It’s only another week. Seven days. Just seven more days.

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The morning after his final NEWT was over, Sebastian sought her out like a heat-seeking missile, ready to explode. He found her by the edge of the lake with Poppy, Natty, and Imelda, splayed out in the grass, laughing as the sun danced on their faces. He wasted no time, getting her attention with a loud shout of her name, his lips curling into a slight snarl. He knew he probably looked terrifying, out of his mind, racing towards her, his clothes disheveled from running around the castle, but he didn’t care, he was desperate to have her. Dropping to his knees, he sank down between her legs, just barely resisting the urge to throw one over his shoulder right then and there, smiling as he caught a glimpse of her bare pussy, thanking Merlin he’d finally convinced her to stop wearing panties. “I think you owe me something, love, and I’m here to collect.” Around him the other girls gasped and giggled, and he looked up, smiling at them. “Hello, ladies, having a nice day are we?” Not waiting for an answer he leaned over MC and crushed his lips onto hers, groaning as she wrapped her legs around him and deepened their kiss, her hands tangling in his hair and grabbing at his shirt. When she finally released him, a smirk on her face, his resolve to hold out for privacy broke. “Fuck, Princess, I will take you right here in front of your friends if you don’t stop teasing me.” When her grip on his shirt didn't loosen he made a show of reaching for his pants, getting the top button undone before she stopped him.

“Not here, Sebastian!” She pushed him off her, shaking her head as he roughly pulled her to her feet, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder before turning around and carrying her towards the castle. He felt her wave to her friends, chuckling as they made exaggerated ohs and small whistles, Imelda even shouting “Get it babe!” before they broke into loud laughter again.

Oh, don't worry she’s going to.

He carried her to the closest classroom, now empty for the rest of the term, setting her down on the teachers desk before he closed the door. “Get your skirt off, MC, unless you want me to rip it off you.” Standing by the door, he watched as she eagerly slid the fabric over her hips, shifting to push it past her butt, loving the sound as it finally fell in a heap to the floor. Letting out a soft groan, he slipped off his robe. “Spread your legs, Princess, touch yourself for me.” Feeling his heart race as she did, soft moans reaching him as she circled her clit, he forced himself to stay where he was, to enjoy the show she was putting on for him. His cock twitched endlessly as she stuck two fingers into her mouth, sloppily running her tongue over them before bringing them down to her core, slipping them into herself with a loud sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she found the rhythm she wanted. Rubbing his palm over his clothed cock a few times, he closed the distance between them, quickly undoing the rest of his buttons, freeing his cock from its confines. One hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly, the other hand gripped her jaw pulling her lips to his, greedily forcing them open to admit his tongue.

When the dizziness from loss of oxygen forced him to break away, he gripped her wrist stilling her movements, gently pulling her fingers out of her core. Once again dropping to his knees in front of her, he took them into his mouth, sucking them clean before wrapping his arms around her legs, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. Kissing at her thighs, he looked up at her. “Have you missed me, Princess? I sure as hell have missed you.” Flattening his tongue he lapped at her folds, groaning against her as her hands found their way into his hair and she tugged at the soft brown strands.

“God, yes! I’ve missed you so much, Sebastian…oh that feels so good.”

He swirled his tongue around her clit, gently sucking at it as he pushed a finger into her, pumping his hand quickly. “Fuck, I want to make you cum on my tongue, baby, but we don’t have time for that right now. Someone is bound to hear the beautiful sounds you make for me.” She bucked her hips under him, her strong grip holding his head in place as her thighs closed around him. “Okay, I get the hint, a few more minutes of tasting your delicious pussy it is.” He chuckled as her legs spread open again, returning to his task with renewed enthusiasm. He slurped at her folds, moved his head every which way, used every tick he had to make the minutes count. Looking up at her as he caught his breath, admiring the beauty in the expressions he could get her to make, he heard shouting outside the classroom. They froze as the sound grew louder, accompanied by hurried footsteps, relaxing as whoever it was ran by, the sounds dissipating as they moved further away. The refreshed reality of their situation and realization they could be caught at any moment spurred Sebastian into action. “Fuck, baby that was close, we can’t wait any longer.” He stood up, giving her a quick kiss, sighing as she licked her juices off his lips, taking her hands and gently pulling her off the desk. “Turn around and bend over, I’m going to take you fast and hard, just the way you like.” Caressing the soft skin of her butt as she bent over, he lined up with her slit, quickly pushing into her in one swift motion. Thrusting into her, he groaned at her velvety softness, her walls already twitching around him as he set a quick pace, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. As the sweat built on his forehead, their sounds of pleasure drowned out by the slaps of his thighs against hers, he studied her face. Her cheek pressed against the cool surface under her, mouth open letting her soft whimpers escape, her eyes shut tight in bliss. Reaching down he lifted her leg onto the desk, desperate to be deeper inside her, and he hit the deepest part of her, making her groan and clutch uselessly at the smooth wood surface of the desk. “Damn, you look so beautiful right now, MC. I love that you let me see you this way, powerless and falling apart around me. You never look so breathtaking to me, Princess. Okay, maybe when you use Ancient Magic, but that’s different. Then I’m the powerless one falling apart for you.”

She giggled softly, “Good to know there’s equal opportunity for you in this relationship, Sebby.” He laughed loudly at her joke while increasing the power behind his thrusting, and they fell into a fit of laughter as the heavy wooden desk beneath her suddenly shifted, the leg grinding against the stone floor as it moved.

“We’re gonna get caught if we stay here much longer, baby. Are you close?” He looked over his shoulder at the door as if expecting someone to walk through it at that exact moment.

“Did you mean it, Sebastian, would you actually have done it?”

He whipped his head around, his look of pleasure giving way to one of confusion. “Done what, love?”

Her voice was soft as she shyly admitted what was on her mind and he had to slow his thrusts to be sure he heard her. “Would you really have…fucked me in front of my friends?”

He chuckled, stepping back slightly, pulling her off the desk and up to him. Wrapping his arms around her, pressing her back into his chest, he brushed her hair off her neck, lips leaving wet kisses in his wake. “Yes, I would have. Would you have liked that, Princess? Think you could have gotten over the shock of it, forgotten your embarrassment once my cock was inside you?” Resuming his fast pace thrusting, he kissed her jaw as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud moan. “Answer me, Princess.”

“Yes! Yes, I would have loved it! Fuck, I would have loved it so much!” She brought an arm up to wrap around his neck, fingers clutching at his hair.

“Mmmhm, that’s my girl, my good girl.” Letting go of her hip he moved his hand down to rub slow circles against her clit. “You never did tell me if you were close to cumming, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m going to make you cum on my cock and then I’m going to fill you with my seed, and you’re going to go back out to your friends, giggling as they ask you about what I did to you. I want you to tell them. Tell them what a good slut you are for me. I want you to blush and stumble over your words as you admit you let me cum inside you and that you love the way it feels dripping out of you as they question you.” He felt her walls clench around him, her orgasm about rock through her. “Fuck, you really like that idea don’t you, Princess? You want all your friends to know how naughty you are…That’s it, cum for me, baby.” Panting in her ear, he fucked her through her orgasm, pressing kisses to every inch of her skin he could reach. Burying himself inside her, resting his head on her shoulder, he let out a deep guttural grunt as he reached his climax, ropes of his seed coating her walls as they gently fluttered around him a few final times.

Sighing happily he pulled her body as close as he could, letting her relax against him. “Gods, you are incredible, baby. I love you.” Pulling out of her, spinning her around he peppered soft kisses over her face, making her giggle as she returned the sentiment. Bending down he picked up her skirt, shaking out the rumpled fabric, holding her steady as she stepped into it, and slowly pulled it up her legs. Fluffing up her hair, dislodging the flyaways stuck to her damp forehead, and tucking in her shirt, he gave her a deep kiss. Stepping back and tucking his cock back into his pants, he ran his eyes over her as she smiled innocently at him. “There, now you can’t even tell you just spent the last hour being a dirty little slut. Are you ready to get back to your friends, Princess? Ready to tell them all the things I did to you and how much you loved it? Honestly, I’ll be disappointed if they don’t give me nasty looks next time I see them.” Laughing, he took her hand, slowly opening the door, peeking out before pulling her into the corridor. Running through the castle, laughing at her little screams as he pretended to chase her, picking her up and spinning her around when he ‘caught’ her. As they burst through the doors that would lead them to the lake, he slung his arm around her neck, pulling her close. “I can’t believe we only have a little time left here. I’m going to spend every free moment we have left burying my cock in you, Princess. But for now, go spend time with your friends.” He kissed her cheek and gave her ass a small slap, smiling happily as he watched her head for her friends.

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The Only Person Who Matters To Me (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1105 words. Hurt/comfort, and some fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You're late and Homelander is worried. Chaos ensues.

You were supposed to meet Homelander at the movie set an hour ago. Although he wanted to fly you to the set himself, you had another meeting to attend to beforehand. To calm his nerves, he gave Ashley one simple task: to ensure you arrived on time.

However, there has been no word on your whereabouts. You have all but disappeared from Vought's surveillance, and Homelander is one stray spark away from short circuiting.

"Where are they, Ashley?" he growls, his voice no longer hiding his growing anger.

"I-I don't know sir! They should be here soon!" Ashley stutters, doing her best to keep this problem under control. "They aren't answering their phone, b-but I'm sure they-"

"Where. The. Fuck. Are. They?" he snarls, cutting off Ashley's annoying yammering. He walks in front of her, arms crossed behind his back, looming over her with his foreboding height. It's moments like this that he is appreciative of his stature, to be able to put the fear of god into these pathetic mudpeople so easily.

"I-I can have the city combed for their location, sir!" she trembles, backed up against a wall. Her heart is beating out of her chest, a fact she knows Homelander is fully aware of.

Feeling his face twitch, Homelander shuts his eyes as he furrows his brow. Every excuse Ashley utters for her incompetence only serves to push him closer to the edge.

"M-maybe they'll turn up soon!" she stammers, with one last attempt to salvage the situation.

But it doesn't work. That is it. That is the final straw.

His eyes open to reveal his crimson lasers pointed squarely at Ashley's head. Her screams fall deaf to his ears, he no longer cares to hear her flimsy pleas. All he cares about now is decapitating her, and tearing the city apart to find you.

Suddenly, the rage in Homelander's expression melts away he hears familiar footsteps entering the set. His lasers dissipate before he turns around to see your face grinning up at him.

"Sorry I'm so late!" you call cheerfully, waving at him. "I got stuck in traffic, and my phone died so I couldn't call Ashley and explain what was happening! Stupid me, I thought I charged it last night!"

He strolls quickly over to you while you ramble on about your reasons for being delayed, his large frame taking up your entire vision. It doesn't even matter to him what you're saying; nobody else on the set matters anymore. All of their stupid terror has been pushed out of his mind. He's just relieved to see you.

"I hope I didn't worry you," you remark, shooting him a concerned glance. Although Homelander is smiling down at you, there is a tenseness in his mannerisms that is obvious to yourself, as much as he thinks he is hiding it from everyone else.

He bends down on one knee to be at your eye-level, an act he reserves solely for you. Anyone else wouldn't be worthy to speak to him at his level. Gently, he pulls you in for a hug, keeping his eyes closed as he feels tears begin to form. His emotions are beginning to get the better of him.

"Do you want to go to your trailer, hun?" you ask him, returning his tight embrace. Without any hesitation he nods at your question, taking in a deep breath to try and regain some of his composure. He does his best not to look into your eyes; he knows he is one glimpse away from letting his tears overwhelm him.

Wrapping his arms around you snuggly at his chest, he stands back up to his full height and starts moving swiftly back to his trailer. It sticks out like a sore thumb on the movie set, having had to be custom built to accommodate Homelander's height and weight. With one motion of his hand, he opens and shuts the door behind him, locking it to avoid any further annoyances.

The second he knows the two of you are alone, he finally lets his torrent of emotions burst. He cries into the nape of your neck as he thumbs your hair with the hand he's using to hold your head. It's a little thing you notice he tends to do when he's stressed, like touching your hair is a self-soothing mechanism.

"Can you sit down on the couch for me, sweetie?" you ask him, combing your fingers through the back of his head. Again, he wordlessly follows your request and plops himself down onto the center cushion of the couch. He leans himself back, resting you in his lap but never releasing you from his grasp. He can't let you go right now; he needs to know you're not going anywhere.

"I'm so sorry baby boy," you console him, rubbing your head into Homelander's cheek. You hate seeing him like this, especially over something that could have been easily avoided. "I really had you worried, didn't I?"

When he's in this state, he finds it so hard to get the words out of his head. Instead, he simply nods at your question while returning your nuzzle.

All of a sudden, Homelander's expression turns sour. His eyes gaze over to the trailer walls, using his X-ray vision to stare at the workers on the set. Thankfully, even though you don't have any super powers, you have gotten to know his tics well enough to understand what has abruptly bothered him.

"You hear them talking outside, huh?" you inquire. He nods, turning his eyes back down to his feet. "Are they talking about you?" you push, waiting for him to nod again.

"It's okay, you know," you reassure him, giving him a scratch along his undercut. "We'll reschedule today's shoot for another day. You're the only person who matters to me right now. The shoot can wait."

Your words are like honey to his ears. To hear someone stick up for him like you do, he wishes he could bottle you up and take you with him everywhere.

"…L-love… l-love you…" Homelander mumbles, in a voice so quiet you wouldn't believe it had come from such a giant of a man.

"I love you too big guy," you reply, moving your head to give him a kiss on the cheek before resuming your head scratches. You can feel the last of his tension finally melting away as he nuzzles himself into your precious fingers, becoming immersed in your touch.

From that day on, you made sure you always kept your phone charged before you left the penthouse.

And always Homelander double-checked.

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aliveinacoffin · 11 months

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Miguel O'Hara x reader pt dos

In which miggy wiggy and reader go on a date

God I want him so bad

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You bend over, putting a hand in your knee as you try to make a hot face in the mirror. You just laugh before making a dumb face and doing an exaggerated pose. You sigh, pulling down fabric and messing with your outfit before you stuck fingers in your hair to try and correct it more.

It was 10, meaning at head quarters, it was turning 12 soon. You hurried and grabbed your watching, flipping through until you landed on the universe you wanted.

The feeling of static filled the room, and a sort of stillness suffocated your room. You took a deep breath in, and free fell through the hexagonal portal.

You laughed as the feeling of everything and nothing rushed pasted you, a sort of faux air rushed by your ears.

Though, your clothes and air weren't ruffled, and you managed to do a backflip as you landed. You flipped out your arms and stood posing, cheesing while looking at your boss-not-boss.

"You never take anything seriously, do you." Miguel sighed, looking down at you.

"Of course not! I'm a spider person, we're not supposed to take things seriously. You're just an outlier old man, get with the times." You said, stalking around him. He watched you with careful eyes while you took in his outfit.

"You clean up nice." Quickly, you loop your arm with his, and he quickly tensed up with surprise. He was wearing a light blue button up with simple light brown khakis.

"You do too." He said simply, and even though he was caught of guard by the touch, he didn't pull away. Miguels hair seemed a little more brushed as well, and even though he was young, you could see the slight peppering of grey hairs.

"And for the record, I'm barely 30. I'm not an old man." He huffed out.

"Well then don't act like one. Plus, you have canas." You laughed, looking up at his hair. You saw the way he looked at you, a small soft smile, and his face relaxed.

"Maybe if you all did your jobs, I wouldn't have any." He shook his head. "It's just up here, another left and we'll be there." Miguel had been leading you, arms lax while you both waded through the crowd of people.

It was nice. It wasn't much of a change of how Miguel usually is. He's still stoic and serious, but he didn't have as many walls up. Like he had been hiding in the shadows, and he now he was holding out a hand to you in the light.

"Okay! I don't really mind where we're going. You could be taking me to a secret spot where you could harvest my organs, and I wouldn't even question it." Your head was whipping around, drinking in the sights of such a futuristic place. (duh)

"If I wanted to steal your organs mensa, I would've done so already." You both turned the corner while he shook his head, like he was disappointed that you would doubt his organ stealing abilities.

"Okay viejo." You stuck your tongue out at him.

You both slowed to a stop, and he held out the door to what looked like a sleek restaurant. The inside was dark, only lit by different colored candles.

"Wait am I gonna get my organs-" You started, surprise clear on your face. Miguel pushed you in before you can say anything else, clearly trying to save himself the embarrassment of whatever you were gonna say.

A woman in a nice suit came up to the both of you, holding a clipboard. "Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara, this way, please."

You looked up to Miguel, and he just looked at you equally as shocked, and just shrugged his shoulders in a short of panicked way.

The waiter led you two up a couple of flights of stairs and sat you down at a secluded table in a corner, a huge curtain made up of the wall beside the two of you.

"Enjoy." She bowed, and scuttled away.

You turned to Miguel, where under the flickering flame of the blue candle, you could see a slight blush.

"Mrs. O'Hara? I like the ring to it, but I think I like my last name better." You laughed, trying to mask the feeling of being under dressed.

"I didn't mean for that, I don't know why they assumed that, chesmosos." He hissed out, looking back at you.

"Psh, they're always just gonna assume." You leaned back, rubbing your arm. "I didn't know this was gonna be a whole date, I feel out of place."

"It's not, it's just..a lunch. These kinds of places are everything, this is casual." Miguel said, as if this was so normal.

"The future is weird." You looked down before immediately perking up. "Oh my god, did you hear about the new guy? His name's Hobie, and guess what? He's British." You gasped overdramatically, basically slamming your hands on the table.

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"So, in all the food in the world, allll the options you had on the menu, you chose empanadas? Siempre con las empanadas. Do you eat anything else?" You teased poking your food while he ate his overly garnished favorite.

"It's simple, and it's good, you don't mess with tradition." Miguel huffed.

"I know, I'm just playing. But sometimes it's good to break tradition, not everything has to be by the law. Rules are meant to be broken." Miguel gives you a look that you can't recognize.

"Well, rules are also set in place for a reason, todo cosa tiene un propósito." He said, the air was beginning to get thick with a sort of apprehension.

You quickly changed the subject and asked how his day was while picking off his plate.

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Dessert came far too quickly, even though the lunch had been running a little long. It was now around 1:30, though neither of you made any move to hurry up the date-not-date.

The candle had slowly went from blue to a soft pink, the slow change of its gentle flame enchanted you.

You looked up from the flickering light, catching Miguels eyes as he stared at you.

"What, do I have something on my face?" You asked, immediately scratching at your cheek.

"Nothing, you're just....childish." He tried to cover, wiping his mouth with a white napkin.

You faked laughed and totally kicked him as softly as you could, but he barely reacted. "Yeah, well, you're totally in love with me, sooo." You made duck lips at him.

Miguel rolled his eyes again, and when the waiter came by again he whispered something in her ear.

"Ooh, should I be jealous? Or did I just get stuck in a love triangle."

"Ha ha, no. You'll see, paciencia." Miguel laughed sarcastically, rolling his deep red eyes. They could pass for brown in the dark or during the sunset.

"See what? Just tell me, pleaaaasee." You begged.

"Just-"

The sound of whirring shut you up, and suddenly, the dark room became not a dark room. Dark suddenly became red, and you could see the setting sun through the massive window that the curtains revealed.

"Oh my god, Miguel. It's..." You opened and closed your mouth, at a loss for words.

"Beautiful. Yo sé."

You couldn't see him, but you could feel his gaze on you. You turned back to him, staring.

"Miguel. What. What does this mean. Is this just a lunch?" Your voice again turned hesitant. You knew Miguel must have some semblance of affection towards you, else he wouldn't have done any of this. But what he wanted out of this, out of you was unclear.

He seemed taken aback by that, and for a moment, he didn't have an answer.

"Whatever you what us to be." Was all he said, and it had so many meanings all stuffed into one sentence.

"I'm okay with that."

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The walk back was spent in a comfortable silence, both your arms intertwined with one another. It was at the entrance when you two let go of one another.

"I came on my day off, so I'll be heading back a mi casa." Going back and forth on your feet, you looked up at Miguels too tall form.

"I expect to see you bright and early. Don't think that this will change our relationship at work." He said, stoic attitude coming back as his spidey suit came fizzling into existence.

It was cool to see the pixels change and fizzle up from browns and light blues to that dark blue.

"Oh yeah totallyyyy. Our totallyyyy legit workplace environment." You turned, opening up the portal to your home dimension.

You turned, looking at him with a fond smile as you put one foot through the portal. "Thanks for lunch, by the way. I hope we can do it again sometime soon."

"Of course." Miguel said, fondness etched in his face.

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alldevilsarehere90 · 9 months

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Title: Worship you Pairing: Negan x Female Reader Summary: With the help of your daughter, Negan has an important question for you. W/C: 3.7k Setting: None in particular, but written in mind of an alternate version of twd where Negan lives happily in Alexandria with everyone. Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Negan being soft and romantic / Smut / Oral (f. receiving) / p in v sex / face grinding / fingering / marking with scratches and love bites / soft dom!Negan / soft dom!Reader / dry humping / breast and nipple play / A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this @scorpioempress It’s been a while since I wrote any smut so this was a bit challenging to start with and then ended up being longer than originally planned. Hope you enjoy! Prompts: "Wherever you are, I belong." / "Mummy, will you marry my daddy?"

Leaning against the doorframe you took in the sight of Negan, crouched over your daughter's art box, grey t-shirt pulling tight across the muscles on his back.

Taking your lip between your teeth you begin with visions of peeling that top off and smoothing your hands along the firm planes of his chest. Running your nails along the strong flesh of his back, with your legs wrapped tight around his waist as he pulls the breath out of you with each movement.

God, would you ever get tired of this man? Five years on and there was no chance of getting bored any time soon.

He stifles through the box of crafts, pencils and paper being tossed out onto the floor as he mumbles away to himself, too quiet for you to make out

"What are you doing?" you ask, your voice interrupting the silence and making him jump and spin around towards you.

"I…er…need to borrow an item from our child's supplies." His attempt at a straight face was laughable.

"Supplies?" you question, fighting the smile that pulls at your mouth. "She's four."

"A four year old with supplies.” he states simply, “Stationary is an important resource in the apocalypse, didn’t you know?" He drawls, with that sexy sideways smirk he knew made you weak for him.

"Why are you acting so weird?" you ask, eyeing him suspiciously, not allowing yourself to be distracted by whatever mischievous plan he was involved in.

He feigns shock, fighting a smile, pretending not to have a clue what you were referring to. "Darlin', I do not know what you mean." Before tapping his nose a few times before slowly backing out of the room.

Shaking your head and rolling your eyes, you retreat into the kitchen to make dinner.

Sitting at your dining table, feet up on the chair opposite you whilst flicking through an old magazine you found on a recent run, you patiently wait for your timer to go off, announcing your food 'ready to eat'.

"Mommy, mommy, can you help me with something, please?" Your daughter calls out, running into the room making you jump and bumping your knee on the underside of the table. You were tense and ready to spring, clearly prepared for a fight, old habits die hard. Cursing under your breath as you rub at the painful joint. That was gonna bruise.

"Mommy, you mustn't say that, it's a naughty word." she scolds, standing there with her hands on her hips like a mini adult. You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up inside of you, trying to remain impassive but letting slip an amused scoff. She frowns, unimpressed by you.

"Sorry baby," you pull your mouth shut taut to keep your face serious.

She nods her head towards the door, "I need your help in the garden."

Tucking her under your arm, you bend to kiss her head as she leads you outside. "And what is this important task you need help with?"

Smiling up at you, her pretty face so angelic framed with her dark hair, she looks so much like her daddy it was unreal.

When you were pregnant with her, all Negan had spoken about was having a baby that looked like you; your eyes, your smile and part of you had wanted that too but looking at her little face now, you wouldn't change a thing about her.

"Mommy," she looks up at you, big brown eyes surrounded with thick, dark lashes, "will you marry my daddy?"

Time stops for a moment. Whilst all you can do is stare at her, the words echo around inside your head, each word bouncing hazily off of your subconscious, repeating each syllable, assuming you must have heard her wrong. That is, until you hear the clearing of a throat a few feet away from you, your head snapping up in that direction.

There he was, as bold and beautiful as the day you met him, even with the grey that now speckled through his hair. Here he stood in your backyard, surrounded by wildflowers scattered in a heart shape around him on the grass, holding his hand out to you. Feeling the hand of your little girl pushing you towards him and letting your feet guide you over, almost in autopilot.

The smile on this man's face made your heart ache, how it turned up more on one side, how it crinkled the skin around his eyes.

Stepping over the flowers of beautiful lemon and ivory hues, you reach out to him, taking his hand and clasping it tight.

Unable to bear to look away from his face, letting him guide you, the nerves showing through slightly with the shaking of his hand in yours.

"We've been through a whole heap of shit, you and me," he starts, his eyes wide and vulnerable, bore right into you, looking into the depths of your soul, knowing your innermost thoughts and feelings like always and never judging you for anything...again, like always.

"and if I've learned anything from our time together," he continues, "it's that, wherever you are, I belong."

Your heart tightens as if he held it in his hand, fingers wrapped around it, keeping it safe and close in its own personalised cage created by him.

"I promise you that I will always protect and love the both of you, just like you deserve," he glances over at your daughter who watches on from the sidelines of the garden, a huge grin plastered across her face, "I will worship the ground you walk on 'til the day I die. I would crawl over broken glass and trek through fire if it gave you even an ounce of happiness."

A warmth spread through you, hearing his raw, honest words. Your chest felt tight from your swollen heart, with so much love and desire you thought your body would surely give out from the pressure and crack open right in front of him. Your breath was short and sharp in your throat as everything constricted with the urge to scream out how much you loved him.

“If you let me, I will spend whatever is left of my life, trying to make yours as incredible as it can be in this fucked up world.”

He slowly lowered himself to one knee and when you saw the homemade box in his hand, with your daughter's coloured string tied around it in a bow, tears filled your eyes.

How, after everything, is this happening?

How does the entire world demise and yet, here you are with your fairytale ending?

It didn’t seem fair but yet again, maybe you’d paid your dues, even before all this. You quickly shut your mind down to a previous life, a previous story. There’s no point in looking back when it’s all about moving forward.

Negan had come into your miserable existence, turned it upside down and made it something you never thought it could be. Not just bearable or liveable but fun and exciting, you felt alive with him, maybe for the first time in your life.

“Will you,” he snapped you out of your train-wreck thoughts, too many emotions for you to focus on just one, “do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

The tears spill freely down your cheeks as you nod eagerly, unable to speak for fear your voice has been drowned out with the emotion swelling in your throat. You look down at him through blurry, watery eyes and as he stood, his thumb came across your cheek and wiped the wet trails staining your face.

Your arms found his neck and you cling to him, pulling your bodies flush against each other, every curve of you moulds perfectly to him. He only releases you to pull you back, cupping your face with his hands and bringing you to him again, kissing you so fiercely your breath escapes you. He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before, like a man starving for the feel of your lips on his, like a first kiss and last kiss rolled into one. Your hands find anchorage in his hair, meeting his fervour with your own, until your lungs feel sure to burst with the lack of oxygen and you both have to break away.

He continues to hold you close as he hands you the cardboard parcel.

Looking down and the makeshift box excitement bubbled even more in your belly.

Taking it from him and slowly pulling the red coloured string, watching it unravel and drop to the ground. It falls open in your palm, white petals cascading out of the sides, sitting on top was a silver ring with a little blue stone in the centre.

"Eugene was my assistant." he smirks down at you. "The brains and the Braun came together." Flexing his chest muscle comically, which under normal circumstances would have made you laugh but right now you were too preoccupied with emotion. "I found the stone in a necklace on a run. Thought maybe it can be your 'something blue' when we get married."

Once again, your chest got tight and a sob escaped you. How could this man be so sweet?

"Do you like it?" his eyes were soft with just a little bit of concern.

"I love it. It's perfect." your voice is but a whisper as your ears pound with the love that beats furiously around your veins.

He took the ring into his fingers while holding up your hand and places the ring gently onto your finger. Perfect fit.

You're wrapped in his arms again, as your daughter squeals, running over and joining the embrace, her arms tight around both your legs.

Negan wastes no time scooping her up with one arm and tucking her in-between you.

Your perfect little family.

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"God, do you ever stop talking?" you smirk, as your hands around his neck grip his hair and pull him close as your bodies crash against each other.

He smiles and opens his mouth to respond but after seeing your raised eyebrow, makes a motion of zipping his mouth, locking it and throwing away the key.

Your daughter was asleep and the two of you were finally alone. You couldn't get your hands on him quick enough.

Pulling his t-shirt quickly over his head as you kick off your shoes. He grapples with your belt as your hands do the same with his, mouths finding each other in a wild clash of tongues and teeth, a desperation in you like never before. You need him. You need him now.

Almost tripping over each other's feet as the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he buckles, pulling you down on top of him. He pulls off your vest and wastes no time in unhooking your bra effortlessly, one handed and flinging the garment across the room. His arm snaking around your waist before rolling and flipping the two of you, reversing the roles so it was his weight you bore. Your bare chests touching, breasts pushed against his muscular planes, your erect nipples needing more friction, craving fingertips or a mouth instead.

Undoing the button of your jeans he tears his mouth away from yours to slide them off you along with your underwear.

Sitting back on his knees he admires you.

"Goddamn, you are beautiful." his dimpled smile causes your stomach to flip, "I'm one lucky son of a bitch." he adds, lowering himself onto you.

His hands on your knees before his mouth makes contact with the skin on the inside of your thighs, peppering feather light kisses agonisingly slow towards your core. Eyes fixed on yours the entire time, that predatory stare making your heart pound violently in your chest, hearing your breathing quicken. It's the moment the prey realises it's over; time is up.

His smile grows more sinister as his mouth reaches where your body aches the most for him. A moan escaping your lips when you feel his warm breath on you resulting in him chuckling.

"You want it that bad, baby?"

Nodding eagerly. "Please, Negan."

His eyes grow darker as you beg, before his lips wrap around your clit and gently suck. Your back involuntarily arches off the bed as you gasp, a straight bolt of pleasure up your spine.

His mouth envelopes you; licking, kissing and sucking your throbbing sensitive bud, but so agonisingly slow it has you fisting the sheets underneath you, grappling to ground yourself. With every flick of his tongue your body twitches, pleasure dancing inside of you, responding to the song his mouth serenades to you. He moans against you, the vibration travelling deep into your core, sending a hot shiver all the way up your body.

“Darlin', you taste so damn good.” his mouth is on you again, making out with your pussy like it's the most passionate french kiss between a couple. He slowly slides a finger inside you, your walls clenching around it, eager for more. Whining as you grind your hips against his face, you feel him smile against you.

“That’s it baby,” he encourages, his words laced with lust and superiority. “Show me how good it feels.”

His finger moves in and out so slowly, it feels like torture, your cunt throbs needlessly for more and when his fingertips brush that soft spot inside you, you nearly lose it, arching off the bed again. His bassy laugh sends tremors right through you.

“Negan.” you gasp, hands in his hair pushing him down against you.

His fingers touch that spot again, only this time he beckons it repeatedly, picking up the perfect rhythm along with his tongue, circling endlessly on your swollen bud. Your stomach tightens and your body grows uncomfortably hot, lungs burning, sucking in air like your life depends on it.

“Oh fuck!” you call out, grinding sloppily against his face as your coil tightens further, ready to spring. “Negan, fuck, I-I’m cumming.”

Your insides snap as you unravel around his fingers, body twitching whilst you continue to rub yourself against him to ride out your high. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples inside of you, feeling like you're being carried away by the tide and unable to breath under the weight of it. Body crashing wildly against the current and your mind slips into a peaceful bliss as it all slows down. When the pulsating stops you slowly release your grip on him, looking down at his glistening mouth.

“That was the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.” he says, eyes dark and deadly with desire. You watch him shift against the bed, thrusting into the mattress.

Sighing out a laugh, your bottom lip finds anchorage between your teeth and you beckon him up to you. He obliges, climbing up your body with nothing but fierce want as his eyes dance hungrily over your body.

Grabbing his face, you pull him to you, lips crashing against his, feeling and tasting your orgasm on him makes your pussy throb with wild need once again.

Your hands scratch spitefully up his back pulling a moan out of him that has your toes curling.

"Are you trying to mark me?" he asks, a devilish tone to his voice.

"Everyone knows I'm yours now," you lift up the ring that sits delicately on your finger. "and I want everyone to know you're mine." Lifting your head to his shoulder you bite. He cries out, laughing darkly.

Rolling you both over, holding your legs tight against him as you now straddle him. "In that case, beautiful, go nuts."

You run your nails gently along his chest, watching as he closes his eyes, a content smile painted across his beautiful face. Leaning forward your lips ghost along his skin, feather light kisses along his shoulders.

His crotch comes up involuntarily, erection pressing against your sex and you grind down against it earning another moan out of him. Keeping the same steady pace of your hips, working him up into a frenzy as you suck at various parts of his skin.

God you wanted to bite down on him so hard, feeling the flesh between your teeth, you just wanted to sink your pearly whites right into him. Instead you continue your tirade, leaving purple love patches littered over his neck, chest and collarbone. Admiring how they looked; so dark and colourful. He was yours and everyone would know it, if they didn't already.

"Come on baby, don't hold out on me." he pleads, thrusting up again, harder this time.

Oh, how the tables have turned. Ordinarily you would have taken full advantage of this moment and toyed with him, teased him until he begged you but your heated, yearning body betrayed you. Too eager for the feel of him inside you.

Moving off your seat in favour to free him of the restraints of his clothes, only to find he’d already managed to manoeuvre his trousers down around his ankles. You notice the large wet patch on his boxers, a combination of both your excitement and you slide them down too. His long, hard cock lay heavy on his stomach, twitching with desire as you swing your leg back over him.

Holding him at your entryway as you position yourself, impatient, longing making you clumsy as he slips out of your grasp. He chuckles when you let out a frustrated growl.

“Easy baby, I’ma take real good care of you.”

He lines himself up underneath you, sliding the tip of his dick along your folds, collecting the slick from your last orgasm and he grips your hip with his other hand, guiding you onto him and letting you sink down at your pace.

The reflex of breath you draw in, sharp and quick as you adjust to him sounds out around you in the quiet of the night.

"Yea, that's it, take it all." Negan whispers as his eyes roll back in his head.

The slight metallic taste of blood on your tongue and realise you've been biting your lip, perhaps a little too hard.

You lean forward, breasts in his face, as you begin to move, sliding up and down at probably a faster pace than he would like but you were not as patient as him.

Every time he fills you up, making your body feel whole and full, your moans rippled out around you both. You could already feel the build up beginning again low in your stomach.

He grabs hold of one of your breasts, kneading them softly, his large hands engulfing them in his grip, fingers skating over the mounds of flesh and sending a trail of goosebumps cascading down your skin, making you shiver. When he lightly pinches your nipple, sending a shock of pleasure right down to your core, you call out his name. That dark smirk of his appearing on his face once again.

You feel challenged by it so you speed up, exaggerating your hip movements enough to make him gasp underneath you. Gripping your hips in an attempt to regain some ounce of control but you don't allow it. Listening to the grunts and groans escaping him turn you on even more, as it's obvious by the way his teeth are sunk into his bottom lip that he's trying to refrain from making so much noise. And that makes you feel all the more powerful. That is until he lifts you off him, instantly making you feel empty as he slips out of you, his hard dick making a thudding sound as it hits his stomach. He sits himself upright and slides you back onto him, red hot lust races through your body at feeling him enter you once again.

His lips come crashing onto yours, his tongue wildly explores the inside of your mouth. It wasn't often he let himself lose control like this and you were loving every moment.

He broke away first, eyes wild and flashing back and forth between yours.

"You are not making me cum before you, woman." he says, adamantly.

"Did you forget, I've already cum." you smirk, as you circle your hips slowly.

He scoffs, "and you will again. I plan to keep going tonight until you're begging me to stop."

Those words evoked new excitement at the prospect of having him to yourself like this until the sun comes up. His hands spread themselves across your backside, a palm on each cheek before his grip tightens and he's guiding you, rocking you back and forth against his dick, grinding it up into you, ensuring he touches that sensitive spot inside each and every time and taking your breath away.

Your body grows hotter with an uncomfortable prickle racing along you skin, your tense legs start to ache but that only makes your coil tighten faster. The steady rhythm of him massaging your insides with his cock has your head spinning. You're on the precipice of pleasure when he grabs your jaw with one hand, forcing you to turn his way, while the other is still massaging your rear.

Looking straight into your soul with those hazel portals you often get lost in and transported to a different time.

"I love you so fucking much." he says, with such loving intensity your heart swells, feeling ready to pop just as your second orgasm hits. Body unravelling wildly, spasming around him as every wave of pleasure hits harder than your previous climax.

Negan's hands move your body relentlessly as he chases his own orgasm, thrusting up chaotically, before you feel his hot seed spill inside you. His eyes never leave your face as you ride out the pulses of ecstasy together.

Collapsing onto the bed wrapped in each others arms, you've never felt more content, an odd thing to say in the middle of an apocalypse but nevertheless true.

He lightly skates a finger up the length of your arm, you relax into it as goosebumps trickle down across your skin. A gentle smile painted on his face, with fucked out eyes staring right back at you.

“I’m thinking…” he starts, “I’d like to marry you.”

With an amused breath a smile stretched your mouth. “I gathered that.”

His eyes turned serious and his hand stilled. “Tomorrow.”

Your eyes popped, completely taken aback by his statement.

“I cannot go another day without calling you my wife.”

A tear trickles down the right side of your face, dripping onto the pillow as you’re overcome with emotion for what feels like the hundredth time today. There was no time to plan, no time to make everything as perfect as you could…but thinking about being able to call him your husband, completing your family with him, brought an unimaginable peace to you.

He wipes the wet trail on your face as you nod against his hand. “Tommorow.”

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you and i, and her. pt.15

Chapter 14

Summary: It's all over. (Or is it?)

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, violence, mentions of vomit, panic attacks. Overall, don't read if you get queasy.

You woke up to gunshots. Ellie was gone, somewhere in the theater and you immediately panicked. Acting on instinct you grabbed your gun and headed to all the commotion. Creeping slowly and quietly, you were around the corner from all the noise. The sight of it made your jaw drop.

Jesse was on the floor, a gun held to him by none other than your ex lover Abby Anderson. Ellie was standing with her arms up, no weapon to protect her. Fear crawled up your tense spine like frost in the winter. Here you are, having to choose between them much earlier than you expected. There was a child with Abby, holding a bow right at Ellie. He was small, probably no older than 13, shaven with a scar on his face. It would be impossible to get to Abby with him in the way. And you weren't completely heartless, you have never killed a child. You didn't want to start now.

“I know why you killed Joel,” Ellie said clearly, “He did what he did to save me. There's no cure because of me. I'm the one you want. Just let him go.”

You internally groaned, you loved Ellie, but she was really naive if she thought her words would stop Abby. You knew Abby. She was dedicated to her friends, at one point she was dedicated to you and she would seek revenge. But a part of you doubted that if you were there, by Ellie’s side, begging Abby to stop that she would kill you both. Though she was brutal, a part of her was very kind. There had to be a way to get her to let you both go. And you were the key. You were her soft spot, her weakness.

“You killed my friends…we let you both live and you wasted it.” Abby’s gun pointed at Ellie. Before you could make a move Jesse thought ahead, attacking Abby. Shots fired, they banged loudly in your ears. Ellie ran off into the theater, shooting blindly. Abby and the child started chasing.

You needed to come up with a plan, and fast. You ran to the other side of the theater, behind the stage armed, ready to do what it takes to save Ellie. You could die, but in that moment that didn't matter, there was no reason to live if you were alone. The fight wouldn't be fair and you knew that Abby's strength would crush Ellie.Without a weapon, she would be doomed.

Abby was beating the shit out of Ellie, honestly you didn't know how Ellie had it in her to get up. While Abby held Ellie’s neck in her hands, crushing her windpipe, you got up behind Abby and shot her in the bend of her knee. Disabling her from standing.

“What the fuck!” Abby screamed, turning around facing you with a murderous look on her face.

“Y/n” Ellie said, struggling to breath a ruby colored bruise developing on her neck.

“No time to fucking talk” You pointed your gun at Abby's other knee but was distracted when an arrow hit your shoulder. The adrenaline made the pain fade away quickly and you yanked it out. Quickly, Abby was trying to get up, but Ellie pounced on top of her giving you some time to grab the kid in a headlock, holding a gun to his temple.

“Abby you need to fuck off right now before I shoot.” Abby froze, staring at you for a bit before finally seeing your face in the dim light.

The child struggled but you held your arm tighter, making it nearly impossible for him to get any air. After seeing how fucked up Ellie was, your hesitation to kill the child was still there but you werent above scaring him. Your threat was empty but Abby didn't need to know that.

“Y/n, baby what the fuck?” She sounded heartbroken.

“I'm not playing, you need to get out of my sight before I blow this kid's brains out.”

“Abby, please” The kid spoke up, between shallow breaths, turning a little purple with suffocation.

“Shut the fuck up!” You held your arm tighter, he could no longer speak and his eyes were rolling into the back of his skull.

It was Ellie’s turn to look confused. They fact that Abby called you, “Baby” and knew your name creating a sudden sick feeling inside of her.

Abby looked conflicted, she cared for the child. She was almost completely alone, with no Owen, no Nora, no dad. This kid was all she had left. And you could see her thought process, split between two sides; the urge to get revenge and the fear of being by herself. Especially since you had clearly chosen Ellie’s side.

Your heart was pumping in your ears, she had to let Ellie go. She was cornered.

“Okay! Fuck! Okay!” Abby stopped fighting. You knew she would listen. She always heard you out.

Ellie, on the other hand, was in a frenzy.

“Y/n shoot her!” Ellie said, no weapon to defend herself. She moved Abby onto her stomach and held her head up, as if beheading her. You couldn't move. The way Abby looked at you was still tragic. Her blue eyes pierced into yours. You were in your own world, the way she had looked at you started to pull you back into her. Ellie looked pissed.

“Y/n fucking shoot!” She was screaming now, tears of anger running down her cheeks, mixing with blood running from her forehead. You looked between them both.

Never in your life had you felt so torn up inside.Bile built up in your throat, and salty tears began to fall down your face. Your heart suddenly slowed. Every memory of Abby flashed through your mind, the whispers, the touches, the kisses, the moments alone. The way she once made you feel resurrected when she gazed at you so full of desperation, begging you to come home. Her eyes spoke to you, saying that she would forgive you and forget everything if you put a stop to all this. But is that what you wanted? To forget Ellie? To fall back into Abby’s arms? Being her little trophy, her girl? To feel inferior, like you only belonged when she made you belong.

No, no, no, no. You couldn't go back. You couldn't lose Ellie.

And so as the child passed out in your arms, falling to the floor unconscious and likely dead. You pointed your gun and shot.

Abby’s brain matter splattered against Ellie’s face. The sight of it made you fall to your knees and hurl. You threw up everything, until only clear liquid projected from your insides. Your vision blurred with tears and Ellie got up wiping her face off. You pressed your forehead to the floor, and sobbed wracked through your body. You have done it. You had killed her. You would never see her smile, hear her laugh, never feel her touch ever again.

You couldn't say anything coherent, Ellie approached you like you were a wounded animal.

“Y/n?” She sat next to you rubbing your back. She didn't know why you were crying so hard,she suspected a psychotic break. You couldn't stop screaming, you couldn't stop crying. You were a murderer. You killed someone, and it took killing her to understand that despite all the anger you felt, there was still love behind that hatred. You loved her. And she was gone. Everything was all your fault.

Ellie, had held her arms around you and you gripped onto her as if she would leave you too. The sobs turned into cries, and the cries turned into sniffles. She got you up and away from the corpses. The corpses you created. Ellie seemed to understand that now was not the right time to question you, not while the image of Abby’s blown up skull was still freshly engraved in your brain.

It was then Ellie’s turn to take you to the bathroom, wash you down, caress your back when you continued to vomit and wipe your mouth after. She took you to the couch and tucked you in, and once again, she held you, saying nothing. She was at a loss for words, she was never really good with communicating. She wasn't sure why you were so broken but she had a gut wrenching feeling that you had not been telling the truth.

Ellie couldn't sleep that night, neither could you. Not when every time that you closed your eyes you saw what you had done. You saw the blood, her organs, her insides spilling onto the floor. You saw the way she looked at you, the only time she had ever been afraid of you. You saw the girl you fell in love with. And she was gone, forever.

Notes: well that was dramatic.

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latelyanobsession · 1 year

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Jailbird

summary in the wrong place at the wrong time. caught holding the bag. what rotten luck you have! hauled in on a 24-hour hold, how are you going to survive? will your boyfriend bail you out or leave you high and dry?

warnings cursing, illegal drug sales, mentions of underage drug use

word count 1,403

note based on a request: "Could I request something with eddie munson where his sweet innocent type girlfriend gets arrested because of something someone else did? Like shes being framed and didnt actually do anything and he has to figure out how to get her out of jail because he knows her fragile self wont last in there."

ok, but this is just genius! and quite frankly i think it's great. i've only made a few changes

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Bouncing his leg, he looked at his watch as he sat on the edge of his bed.

1:47am. Where were you?

The phone rang. Eddie flying up and rushing to the phone, practically ripping it from the wall.

"Baby? That you?" he asked tensely.

"E-Eddie?" you voice quivered from the other end of the line.

He let out a huge exaggerated sigh, knees bending and threatening to give out under him.

"Baby!" he groaned in relief, a hand pressed flat to the wall above the phone. "Where the hell are you?"

"You were supposed to be back, remember?" He prompted, pressure in his voice.

"I... I'm in jail...." you practically whispered.

"What?!" Eddie shouted through the phone.

You winced holding the phone away from your ear.

"What happened?!" He yelled, not lowering his tone one bit.

There was a pause as you inhaled.

"Um... there was a wrinkle at Rick's house..." you spoke slowly.

Not good.

Grimacing, pulling his hand into a tight fist Eddie seethed, pounding the wall.

"What was that?" you jumped.

"Nothing..." he grumbled, "You ok?"

"Y-yah..." you looked around the station, "Uh.... I'm ok. But uh, Eds. I can't exactly call my parents about this."

Resting his forehead against the wall he sighed, "yeah I get it."

"Can you bail me out?" you asked hopefully.

"Lemme see what I can do ok?" Eddie replied.

"Ok. I uh... gotta go." You parted, hanging up.

Eddie stared at the receiver shoulders slumping.

"Son of a bitch!" he cursed, throwing several frustrated punches at the air.

You were at the Hawkins Police Station for what felt like ages.

Scared stiff. Trying to remain as calm as possible in your little corner of the cell they walked you into.

You were doing pretty well considering this was the first time that you had been jailed.

... That was until Officer Callahan brought in a pair of cellmates for you around quarter after 2am.

These two women were drunk and angry at one another. One sitting near you. The other sitting at the opposite end of the cell.

Their voices raised and echoing off the painted cinderblock walls as their dispute resumed from where it had been paused earlier.

You covered your ears and tucked up your knees, trying to be as small and unimposing as possible. Maybe they'd just eat each other whole and they wouldn't even notice you?

Suddenly a hand was on your shoulder. Sharp acrylics digging into your skin.

"Darla would you shut the fuck up?! Look! You're scaring the poor kid!" the ashy blonde rasped with a hefty cough.

"Like hell, Fran!" the younger woman with curly black hair retorted, "Kid's just a wimp! Do her some good to hear a real argument!"

Fran's nails raked up and down your spine, making you shiver with discomfort.

"Darla don't be such a bitch... look at her! She looks like a kicked pup!"

Their argument began to shift, becoming about you and your wellbeing without ever directly addressing you.

You had no idea how long their arguing went on for before Callahan finally came back, a cruller in hand.

"Ey!" he chewed thickly, "Ock it off... please?"

The women eyed each other hotly, and sat down. Fran sitting next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Things finally settled as time continued to tick by. The women growing drowsy.

Fran falling asleep across your lap, stretched comfortably across the bench you shared. You didn't dare move for fear of waking her. Your back growing stiff and your tailbone beginning to ache.

What time was it? The night had to be nearly over... Your parents were going to blow a gasket if you weren't at the breakfast table.

Your father ran a tight ship. Your parents didn't even know you were seeing Eddie... as you conveniently slipped away on nights when your mother had book club or your father was at the VFW.

Speaking of... Had Eddie forgotten about you?

Was it that bad?

Of course it was.

You had seen things on the news... Heard the sound bites that President Reagan and your local politicians pushed.

Drugs were a menace. They needed to be wiped out. That there would be no sympathy. For anyone.

The earliest twinges of sunlight were rising on the horizon.

He wasn't coming.

You were marked. Another bad seed. Into the system.

You tilted your head back, sniveling. Trying to stave off the tears. But it wasn't working.

Your life was in shambles.

BAM BAM BAM

"Y/N?" a voice bellowed, followed by the distinct but rude wrapping of metal rings on a laminated countertop.

BAM BAM BAM

"YYYYYY/NNNNNNN?!?!" the voice yelled again, singing it out desperately. "Baby you back there?!"

"Hey you can't just come back here! — Wait a sec...!" Callahan shouted from down the hall, falling out of his chair. His feet sliding off the top of his desk in a frenzy to catch up. Tripping over himself.

You perked up, wiping at your eyes. "Eddie?"

He popped his head around the corner, caramel eyes softening as they washed over you.

"Hey babes."

"Eddie!" you hiccuped pathetically, shoulders trembling.

A hand grasped Eddie by the shoulder.

"Hey!" Officer Callahan wheezed, "You can't be back here..."

"But officer..." Eddie pled, "My girl has no business being behind those bars. It's cruel really..."

Your lower lip wobbled pitifully with hope as Eddie poured on the charm.

"It's just a case of wrong place wrong time... innit that right baby?" he cooed over his shoulder. You nodded furiously in response.

Callahan stretched his back, a creak in his spine pulling a wince on his face.

"Now I know you may think your girlfriend is an angel but we found marijuana on her..." he stated, "federal weight..."

Eddie paused, chewing his tongue as if this information were entirely foreign to his ears.

Nodding his head side to side, Eddie waved the officer to lean in closer.

"So you're telling me... that in your youth... you never once got stopped for weed?" Eddie charged, clasping a hand under his chin in thought.

Callahan paused, his eyes flitting from Eddie's face to yours and then back.

"Well I... " he began.

Eddie held up a hand. "So you're going to let this child..." he motioned to you. "This pristine example of Hawkins' future be ruined... for having weed?" he emphasized, eyes narrowing in feigned disappointment.

Callahan looked at you. You tried to muster up as much of a pitiable face as you could. Sniffing and letting a stray tear run down your cheek.

The officer groaned, pinching his nose, his glasses sliding up his face.

"Alright..." Callahan whined in exasperation, relenting. "But you better not tell a soul I let her out of here..."

He stared at Eddie. Then pointing two fingers at his eyes and reflecting them at you.

You nodded gratefully as he went to get the keys.

Stepping up to the bars Eddie grinned devilishly, arms crossed in triumph.

"You didn't think I was coming... did you?" he accused, tipping his head down, looking at you over the bridge of his nose.

Your face flushed as you quickly darted your eyes away.

"Eds... 'm sorry..." you mumbled tapping the toes of your shoes together.

He leaned against the bars, "S'ok baby... one lil mishap ain't gonna set me back too far. I got ways to make it up."

"And you can make it up too..." he hummed, biting at the pad of his thumb, eyes batting at you.

"Not the time..." you whined half-heartedly.

He smiled shyly.

"So aren't you gonna introduce me to your new friend?" Eddie pointed at the still dozing woman, who's head was in your lap.

You blushed, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Uh... this is Fran... it's a long story." you giggled.

Callahan returned with the keys, and fetched you from the cell.

After a few signatures and some light finger waggling you hopped into Eddie's van to get you home before your alarm clock would go off.

Parking around the block, you stole a handful of kisses before slinking back in through your window and under the covers.

"Did you have sweet dreams?" your mother asked, at the breakfast table.

"Y'know... at first it seemed like a nightmare... but yeah... they were pretty sweet." you replied thoughtfully, scooping a piece of melon from the rind before taking a bite.

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ramble-writes · 2 years

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Forget-Me-Not: The Face of Death

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5

So here’s chpt 6! Desperately do I try to make sure to make this a slow burn so things don’t seemed forced and rushed. But I think I’m doing ok so far, as the need to not rush things is why I started to rewrite this. So yeah! Also please make sure to like and reblog this story so it can get around ;w;

The performance, to say the least, was the most eccentric thing the group had ever seen except for Kai, who had joined in with the screaming crowd since she's seen flexible twinky men, but never a flexible build man who could move and bend the way the owner did. And in heels, no less. With the dance over and the men leaving the stage, a server came around to the five and offered drinks on a tray. Wash blinked at the sight, then looked at the server with a raised brow.

"Wouldn't we have to pay for these?"

The server shook their head. "No. It's on the house from the owner himself."

"Don't mind me!" Kai gladly took one and had a taste, letting out a satisfied hum. Tucker took one when she did, then followed in suit. The server told them the owner also had a reserved private booth ready for them and that he would join them shortly. Eyebrows were being raised at that, but they went to the booth the server pointed out to them.

As the others sat down, Kai took off to the bar to get seconds, or something more robust. While she was gone, Wash set down the untouched glass on the table and clasped his hands together.

"Ok. I'm not the only one thinking how weird it is that the owner got us a table, right? Like how did we even get here?"

"I mean. He was probably alerted when the bouncer saw us," Tucker pointed out. Wash nodded. That much was true upon being recognized as the Reds and Blues; they were let in whether they were on the list or not.

"Well, whoever this owner is, he sure knows how to treat people!" Kai plopped down with her new drink in hand before taking a sip of it. She relaxed with a sigh and looked out to the crowd to see if she could spot the man until the crowd parted to let in said man.

Those dark curls were still in a bun with some gold whisps flying free from their confinement. He too, was dressed in a corset vest, a deep blue and black with gold floral patterns on the side over a black shirt. A grin spread across his face as he slowed from the small jog and stood at the table the booth centers around.

"¡Bienvenidos! It's so nice to finally meet the wonderful saviors of Chorus!"

Kai tried her best not to choke on her drink. Nonchalantly, she practically shoved Tucker over thus squishing him between her and Carolina to make room for the man. The owner chuckled, then lifted his hand up to wave it a bit before he sat down. As he got settled in, a server came over with a drink and handed it to him. He thanked the server, then crossed his legs.

"So! To what do I owe the pleasure to have you lot in my club? And am I right to assume I'm speaking to the Reds and Blues?"

It was Tucker that spoke up.

"Yup."

The man nodded, then looked at Kai with his head tilted. "You're Kaikaina Grif, yes? The woman known for her infamous raves within ye old Bloodgulch?"

Was she flattered at being recognized? Yes. She giggled and leaned back into her spot and crossed her own legs.

"Yup! And I bet you can tell who the rest of these bastards are."

"Mhm. Lavernius Tucker, who still has yet to pay off all that child support. Coulda used protection, friend. So that leaves the other woman here being Lady Carolina with the ever-calm Washington. I can call you Wash, right? Unless it's strictly friends only."

Wash perked up at hearing his name, confused for a second before letting out a silent 'oh' and nodding. "Wash is fine."

The man let out a hum to that, then turned his golden gaze to Sam, who tensed up at realizing he was now being stared at by everyone. Kai took a hint at the silence and gently tapped the owner's knee.

"That's Sam. He's my bodyguard. He's uh... What did you say you were again?"

"An ex-marine from the Great War," he sighed out. That perked the other's interest.

"Really? I was also a veteran of the war. What's your last name?"

"Ortez."

There was a silence that followed, save of course for the music that was playing and the chatter of patrons. To someone unfamiliar when it comes to reading body language, his silence could be taken as him trying to remember where he's heard the name. But internally, it was like sirens going off in the back of his head. He found his thoughts interrupted when the red-head spoke.

"Now that you know who we are, it's fair if we know yours. Since, you know, you're the owner of this place."

"Ah! My apologies. It slipped my mind there for a moment. My name is Ermando Romero. I was a part of a recon team way back when."

Sam made a sound in his throat. Even though the last name is common, it still brought up some memories. His own thoughts wandered as the others began chatting and faded into the background. He would've gotten lost had it not been for a particular question that made for Wash to nudge him.

"You good?"

"Mm. I'm fine." Sam then notices everyone is looking at him again.

"What."

"Ermando was asking what brought us here. And Tucker opened his mouth and said you have that answer."

Speaking of, Tucker shrunk in his spot as if trying to hide between Kai and Carolina. He just quietly took a sip of his drink to ignore the burning holes he swears Sam is boring into his head. It didn't help everyone was now looking at him instead of the bigger man. The void was then filled when Wash piped up.

"Oh yeah! We're here looking for a rouge mercenary that popped up on the radar. From what we were told, he was a part of the Chorus War. Goes by the name Anubis."

Ermando raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Mhm. He had these jet packs too. Scared Palomo out on the battlefield since he thought it was a demon of sorts."

"Waaaash," Carolina started.

"Hm? Did I say something?"

Carolina gently cleared her throat and let her eyebrows rise and fall. It took a moment for Wash to get what she was implying, but once it hit, he muttered an apology and lowered his head a bit. He swore he was getting better at making sure he didn't lapse like that, but it happened. Carolina gently placed a hand on his forearm to reassure him that it was out of his control and it was nothing to feel guilty over.

Ermando silently questioned on what just happened, but he then remembered the news he saw about the injury the ex-Freelancer sustained. With a slight shake of his head, he brought the topic back.

"As for this Anubis character, I can't say I heard of him. And I've heard lots of things from my travels. What did this man look like?"

"He wears the standard black armor as the other mercenaries did, but he had blue accents," Sam clarified. Ermando had to think for a bit. Black and blue armor, could fly due to jetpacks, and the code name is Anubis. None of it seemed to ring any bells for him.

"Nothing sounds familiar. But I'm curious. Why come here to ask such questions?"

"From what we were told, he has a history of killing his targets in clubs. And we got word his focus turned to Chorus."

"And you think he might've had a target here and caused a ruckus? Tch. I have a strict no-weapons policy. Guards are only equipped with tasers or stun batons to take down those that cause trouble. The entrance has a metal detector encase something is missed. Even the back doors and the door to the roof. The last thing I want is for the back hallways to become a classic shoot-out with bodies at every turn."

Carolina blinked at the last part. "I'm sorry. Explain why you said that?"

"Yeah. I admit I zoned out a bit, but you saying that is kinda putting me off along with the excessive amount of security measures," Wash pointed out. "Did something happen?"

Ermando let out a sigh. "Some time ago after the war and I was discharged, I heard about a club shooting. A bit over 50 bodies if I'm correct. The owner went missing and was found dead. Turns out he was the son of a crime boss."

Sam stared before clearing his throat a little. He was the cause of said deaths at that club and the end to the Lazano line. Guess it would make sense to have high security to avoid things repeating themselves. A fair price not to be listed as a killing hot spot.

"But, if you were to ask. I have heard a different club some blocks down got hit. Maybe your mercenary is there?"

"What's the name?"

"It's called Epileptic. As far as I know, it's been hit 4 times in the span of a week and a half."

Sam took in this information. That lines up with what he was told, but there was something that was nagging at him that didn't sit right. He would have to check the information he was given once they were out of here to confirm or ease his suspicions. Ermando then gestured outside the booth, suggesting that for now, they all head out to enjoy the rest of the club with all it has to give since Kai was starting to look restless.

Tucker was all for getting out to the floor to leave the pit of embarrassment from being called out for the child support papers and wanting to get away from Sam after the stare-down. Plus he has yet to see Wash drunk as Carolina mentioned and he was determined to see it with his own eyes. Sam was the last to leave the booth. He glanced over his shoulder to the owner who's hasn't made a move, but he was looking right back at him. The bounty hunter found his cheeks heating up a tad at the way golden eyes scanned his form up and down. He knew what that look was and needed to move away fast. Not right now, not yet...

3 out of 5 were drunk. Tucker got the video he wanted of a drunk Wash dancing while he himself was smashed so the video was a bit wobbly, but it was a well-earned sacrifice. At some point, Carolina had to step in to prevent Wash from having a third drink since 2 was enough for his still recovering mind. When she got him off the floor, Sam rounded up the other two and the group made their way out of the club. Sam looked over his shoulder to the bright neon sign that read Resurrection, a sigh leaving him as his thoughts went over the conversation they had with Ermando.

It was a bit of a struggle to get both Kai and Tucker back into the car with how much they were moving, while Wash was like a limp noodle that wanted to fall to the ground. As Sam and Carolina got the three buckled up, the bounty hunter brought up how there is a decent motel next to his apartment complex they could stay the night to sober up in. Sam started the car up once he was in, then looked over when the drunk blond grumbled about something poking his butt. It took a moment for Wash to fish out the object from his back pocket, then he stared at the pocket knife warm in his hand.

"Oooooooh right! I had thiss in my pocket... 'Lina look! It was there the whoooole time!"

Indeed she did look. Her eyes widened before looking at Sam who was staring with a hard gaze.

"Didn't Ermando mention he has security at every door?"

"Yes." Sam turned his head to look back at the club as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. "He lied. The entire place is a death trap to lure targets in."

"So. You're saying he could be Anubis?"

"Possib-"

"Yo... Ermando isss Anubisss."

Carolina shook her head with a slight smile. "No. We're saying he might be, not that-"

"But he is though... He totes is... He was wearing black with blue accents. Think! We had a table. Wouldn't he need that table to get those table monies? But he wasn't worried. He has that mercenary blood moneyyy."

Wash went quiet, only nodding to himself that for sure what he said made sense. Yet it felt like it did through his drunken stupor. Kai mumbled how Ermando is hot and a killer, much like Sam is. So it makes sense and she agreed with Wash.

"Remind me after we interrogate someone, is get Wash drunk because that was the most clever analogy. Chaotic and drunk, but on point," Carolina stated.

"I doubt he needs to be drunk to even see the things we don't." Sam let out a sigh and exited the parking lot. Many things were running through his mind that he would have to return and see about getting inside. Thanks to Wash, Ermando is now a prime suspect.

#Sam Ortez #Lavernius Tucker #Kakaina Grif #Agent Washington #Agent Carolina #rvb oc #Red vs Blue #rvb #washington rvb #carolina rvb #locus rvb #tucker rvb #sister rvb #locus x oc #also remember that this version of Wash is my friend's version #so I had to go to him to get how Wash would be #and 10/10 drunk Wash is great lol

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In your Danny x Marvel I saw the chapters with the X-men and I thought....what If both the x-men and Magneto both saw a video of Phantom fighting ghosts and thought " Young mutant in need of a teacher " so both groups go to Amity Park and try to recruit Phantom for their own group ( x-men school and the Magneto group) only for the ghost to intervene and stop them because Phantom belongs to them

For once Amity Park was quiet.

All day there hadn't been any ghost attacks. Danny had gotten almost a full night's sleep for the first time in nearly two years, and he finished all of his homework. This was a good-no a great day.

He should have known it wouldn't last forever.

He had been on patrol, the starry night and city lights lighting his way. It had been a good day. Danny's first mistake was not expecting the other shoe to drop.

There was a man standing on one of the taller buildings in the city. He waved once Danny caught sight of him. Maybe he needed help? Without a second though, Danny changed his course. The closer he got, the weirder the man looked. After all, it's not every day you see a guy in a cape and a weird helmet.

"Is everything okay?" Danny asked, not beating around the bush. If he could just finish this interaction and head back home that would be two nights in a row of almost a full night's sleep.

"Oh, quite," the man said. His voice was deep, but it had the same bittersweet tinge to it like Vlad's. It was venom laced honey, and all Danny had to do was step into the trap. "I just had a proposition for you."

"What kind of a proposition?" Danny asked, instinctually leaning back.

"I want you to join my cause, Phantom." Danny tilted his head to the side and the stranger continued. "For centuries mutants have been looked over, and treated less than. Degraded and enslaved. I want to liberate all of mutant kind."

"That's a fun cause," Danny said. The tension between mutants and humans had been tense for years now, but it's been reaching its climax recently. Soon everything was going to topple. But Danny wasn't a mutant or a human. This was no concern for him. Not unless they brought the battle to his doorstep. "Sorry to disappoint, but I can't. I kind of have an afterlife here. A history test to study for. I'm sure you understand."

Danny had been slowly backing up as he spoke, and once he was done he turned around, bending his knees slightly for an easier liftoff. However, he was met with a blue skinned, red haired woman who was wearing boredom like it was Gucci.

"You're better off with us, kid," she said. Danny didn't miss the subtle change of her stance, the flexing of her limbs like she was ready to pounce. He let intangibility wash over him.

"I said no thanks," he said.

Without warning, she kicked at him. He habitually dodged, and was backed right into a giant metal cage with no exit points. It closed around him with the creak and grown of metal twisting into metal. Danny huffed and rolled his eyes before turning invisible and flying out of the sphere.

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He was about halfway home when he was stopped again, this time as Fenton. He had transformed back as soon as he was far enough to be considered safe. If they left town now, they wouldn't know until they got back to wherever they came from.

He had stopped at the park. It was quiet, and he was thirsty. The coldness of the air didn't bother him, but its dryness made his throat and lungs ache. The water was cool and soothing, but it did nothing for his building anxiety.

When he stood back up, there was a gruff looking man with wicked sideburns walking towards him. He forced his shoulders to relax. While they weren't the two figures on the roof, he could have had more people helping him. But if that was the case then why were they coming at him now, when he was Fenton?

"Nice night for a walk, eh?" Danny said conversationally. He turned to leave, but something bizarre stopped him.

Mr. Fenton, a voice said. He looked around, fists clenched in anticipation. He looked to the gruff man who had walked over to him. He was leaning against the water fountains now. My name is Charles Xavier. Holy shit, the voice was in his head. I would like to ask you a few questions.

"What, do I just reply like normal?" He asked nobody in particular. He could have sworn he had seen a small smirk on the other man's lips, though.

"If you prefer."

Danny leaned over to look behind the other man. There was a bald guy in a wheelchair, and Danny didn't have to be a genius to know who he was. Name drop aside, this guy has been one of the most powerful mutants for decades. He'd be an idiot not to recognize him.

"What, do you want me to join your super secret boy band, too?" Danny spat bitterly. He was tired. He just wanted to go home, for godsake.

"What are you talking about?" The gruff man said. Danny felt like he was ready to pull his hair out.

"The other old guy and that chick who was blue! They just tried kidnapping me twenty minutes ago because they wanted me to join their mutant cause! I'm not even-"

"Logan," Xavier interrupted. "We must warn the others. If Magneto and Mystique are here they will likely keep trying to kidnap him. We need to protect him."

"I don't need protection," Danny huffed. God, he was so tired. He just wanted to go home and pretend like this was all just a bad dream. "I can take care of myself."

"That may be true, but we can't risk it," Xavier said.

"Why do you guys want me? Why are you coming all the way to my middle-of-nowhere town to bug me?"

"Because you have potential," Xavier replied patiently. Logan tilted his head back and sniffed the air. "I want to train you to be-"

"-They're here," Logan said. Danny felt his anger bubbling over.

"You just want to use me. Just like that Magneto douche. You're no better than him!"

Before Xavier could respond, he transformed back into Phantom. Logan had said they were here. That means that there's going to be a fight.

"Daniel, I-"

"-Don't call me that," he snarled. "It's Phantom. You all need to get out of my town and leave me the fuck alone. Those guys included."

Danny had super hearing, and experience. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were coming from the small patch of woods on the other side of the park. Danny shot off an ectoblast. There was a yelp, a groan, and the sound of branches snapping as a little green, slimy man fell forward, unconscious.

Logan snarled, his hackles rising, and unsheathed his claws. Under different circumstances, Danny would be gushing over how cool his powers were. But now? He just wanted them to leave.

"Don't let these men fill your head with lies, boy." Magneto came out of the trees, floating gracefully forward. He lifted his hand, and Logan was lifted with him. With a flick of the wrist, he was sent flying.

"Get out of my town!" Phantom snarled. His fists were blazing a dangerous green. His aura pulsed with power. "All of you!"

"Phantom-" Xavier started, but he was cut off by the sudden charge of a very, very large man sprinting towards them. Danny recognized him from TV. This man was the Blob. he was super strong, but kind of an idiot.

Danny braced himself for impact, and Blob charged forward. At the last second, Danny turned intangible, and Blob ran right through him, and into the park equipment. The whole thing fell with a series of thuds and crashes, but Danny paid no mind. Not when he could see Logan flying back, arms poised to attack.

He knew it was Magneto's doing, but he had no time to dodge. He threw his hands out and blasted Logan to the side. One of his claws just barely nicked his cheek. Danny snarled, and blasted at Magneto. He easily dodged. Danny posed for another attack, but before he could lift his hands again, there was a sharp pain in his side, sending him off his feet. He skipped like a rock on water a couple of times before righting himself.

Standing beside the professor was another heavy hitter-Cyclops. His hand was next to his ear, and his mouth was set in a firm line.

"Leave already!" He screamed at them. He felt more like a wild animal now, being gawked at and only wanted for what he had to offer. "I don't want to join either side, and neither of you can make me." He let his hands light up brighter than before. He lifted himself a few feet into the air, and tried to make himself at intimidating as possible. He looked absolutely ferocious.

There was another attack by Cyclops before Xavier could get him to stop attacking him. Danny dodged to the side, only to be grabbed by Blob, who had recovered while he was distracted. His hand was able to fit all the way around Danny's waste, and he threw the teenager into the ground, creating a small crater.

Danny groaned, but had no real time to recover. Blob was pulling his hand back, and raising both fists. In the blink of an eye he brought them down on Danny.

They never made it, though.

Danny gripped the hands of the large mutant, stopping them just in time. There was only a couple of inches separating Danny and his impending doom.

His arms shook with the effort, but he was pissed off, and holding back really did feel like a disservice when they were trying so hard to get them on their side.

Danny grit his teeth as he gripped the man's hands even harder. With great effort he pushed them away from his face. He could see Blob's eyes widening with shock, and maybe a little bit of fear. Good. They should be afraid.

Slowly but surely, while still counteracting Blob's attack, Danny managed to stand up. With his feet firmly planted underneath him, Blob looked absolutely terrified now.

He snarled, and reached for his core. The temperature dropped around them in seconds, and every breath Blob drew could be seen. Danny hoped that the cold burned him, as he let his ice encase Blob in his own makeshift prison.

He let go. The ground was covered in frost, and so were parts of his suit, though he didn't mind. How could he when he didn't have the time to? Not with Mystique making a comeback. She flipped and twirled around him. Danny pulled back his fist, but before he could land a punch another blue figure appeared out of nowhere before disappearing just as quickly, taking Mystique with him.

He pushes himself into the air again, his sights set on Magneto. Sure, he was powerful, but Danny was a ghost. No amount of metal could hurt him if he stayed intangible.

Before he could attack, however, his ghost sense went off.

He whirled around in the sky, eyes landing on Skulker, Ember, Box Ghost, and even more confusingly, Frostbite.

"What are you guys dong here?" He asked.

"I saw that the ghost child was in dAAngEr!" Box Ghost said, waiving his hands around. "So I called for help."

"You...Seriously?" Danny asked. Skulker grinned at him.

"If anybody is going to have your pelt on their wall, it's me, Whelp. Now, are we gonna just stand around, or are we gonna fight?"

Danny couldn't help the grin that broke his face in two. He gave a two fingered salute to the rag tag group of ghosts and flew away.

The fight raged on, as he traded blows with Magneto and Nightcrawler. Frostbite was trying to talk sense into Xavier, who didn't look like he was believing a word the yeti was saying.

"Phantom belongs to the Ghost Zone!" Ember sang out, strumming her guitar. Blue sonic rings rang out. It seemed she was having a lot of fun blowing out people's eardrums.

"The-What on earth is the Ghost Zone?" Magneto managed to ask over the noise.

"I've been telling you guys all night I'm not a mutant," Danny cried over the sounds of fighting. "I'm a ghost!"

The fighting seemed to stop almost immediately. The silence was absolutely deafening as everybody looked between each other and the ghosts that had taken their places behind Danny. He squared his shoulders and walked forward. Every eye was on him and his team.

"I am not a mutant. I am not human. I am not going to join either side. Now if you don't want me to gather more of my friends, I suggest you leave."

"Yeah!" Ember cried out. "Amity is his haunt! You mess with them, you mess with him."

"And if you mess with him, you mess with us," Skulker piped up, a malicious grin adorning his robot features.

The silence hung in the air, as thick as the ice that held the Blob. Xavier was the first to break it.

"I apologize, Phantom. I didn't mean to make you feel like I only wanted you for your powers. We will take our leave. However, if you do need any assistance that cannot be provided by your friends," he eyes the ghosts behind him warily, "then you are always welcome at the Institute. I bid you farewell, and good luck."

Xavier turned around and rolled away, his injured X-Men following suit. Danny turned to glare at Magneto, who slowly lowered himself to the ground. His dark eyes met Danny's blazing green. It was a silent conversation. A warning. A promise.

Magneto was the first to look away.

He waved his arms and the metal from the playground was used to lift Blob into the air. The others disappeared into the woods.

When they were all gone, Danny finally allowed himself to relax, as he turned to face the ghosts who had come to his rescue.

"Thanks, guys," he said. "I appreciate it."

"We're back to normal tomorrow, child," Skulker warned. Danny just rolled his eyes.

"What else is new?"

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// smut, light fingering, unprotected sex, some sub!bucky, cursing, a smidgen of angst

🍒 AU// roommate!bucky x camgirl!reader

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Over the next two weeks, two more videos were filmed. Both without kissing and not going any further than getting each other off without having sex, but also still as mind blowing as the first.

Bucky wanted to experience that high he couldn't reach himself. That no one else had gotten him to.

He didn't tell Steve or Sam about anything that had been happening, he knew there would be teasing and it would also blow the 'Soldat and Cherry' cover, so it became another unspoken rule.

He stopped trying to muffle the sounds he made as he watched the videos and ditched the headphones; making it obvious to you that he was still subscribed to watch videos that he could easily ask you to send him.

But, the sounds you could hear through his bedroom door were nothing compare to the ones muffled by the plastic mask when it came time to film another video.

A long talk about boundaries and keeping things casual, is what lead to the filming of the fourth video. Making sure both of you promised it would stay purely in videos. Nothing more.

Even as you laid against the throw blanket that covered your bed, completely bare besides the mask and wig as he tugged the glove on his right hand off. Bucky kept mentally repeating the promise.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when the cold leather and warm skin of his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, his cock twitching and eyes staying locked in on the glisten of your slit. His thumb ghosting over your clit to elicit a soft moan. "Don't tease." You exhaled, shifting around slightly under his piercing gaze.

Humming in response, Bucky ran two fingers through your folds. Coating the pads of his fingers with your slick before circling your sensitive bud.

The skillful work of his long, thick fingers had you convinced that your own would never be the same. The way they curled and stroked against your walls in the best way as your hands clutched the opening of his leather jacket. Quick to have your back arching from the mattress.

"Is my face in the shot?" Bucky said lowly when he leaned down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes looking to the small screen on the side of the camera to see his hair shielded his face. "No."

"Good, wanna kiss you." His gloved hand reached to pull the mask down, the steady thrust of his fingers on his right not faltering. "Ok, just don't stop." You nodded, catching his plump lips in yours.

The taste of his tongue just as you had imagined it to be when it slipped between your lips to press into yours. Both minty and sweet.

Bucky swallowed every sweet sound he pulled from you, making sure not to break away from the breathless kiss until you had rode your orgasm. Your teeth nipping at his bottom lip as your hands pressed against his chest. "Mask on and lay back." You mumbled against his lips as he removed his fingers.

Bucky's mind was racing just like it was the first time as you moved over him, his hands holding your waist and heart thumping away against his ribcage.

He always thought that all sex would feel the same, but this was different. He had a certain proud feeling when you whimpered softly once he was fully sheathed into the tight warmth of your cunt, the instant flutter of your walls making him groan softly.

You had never had such a full feeling, his tip brushing your cervix as you swiveled your hips. Laying your hands flat against his taut chest to keep steady and letting your head lull forward.

Starting slow and working up to a faster pace when you had adjusted as his hands slipped down to hold your hips.

It was hard to keep focus, the feeling of every ridged inch sliding against your walls sending sparks of pleasure through you starting to engulf you. Trying to pinpoint the pitch of Bucky's moans and pants to know when to slow down.

His fingers curled into the flesh of your ass, hips rolling gently under you as the swirling in the pit of his stomach started. Only to fade away when your hips slowed into a grind, his eyes snapping open to meet your hooded ones as you gave him a wicked smile.

Bucky lifted a hand to hold the back of your neck, pulling you down to whisper in your ear. "You're edging me?" He mumbled, biting back a groan when you wiggled against him. "Be a good boy, Soldat."

He couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him from the two words he told himself wouldn't have an effect on him, muttering a few curses in Russian as he moved his hand back to your hip.

The tensing of the muscles in his thighs quickly started again, his release being held off until he was desperate.

His head lifted from the pillow, brows scrunching up as he tried to guide you faster, your movement nearly stopping when he did. "Please, dear God, cherry." Bucky whined as his head fell back against the pillows, chest and neck flushed and sweat slicked. His mask not helping the hot huffs of breath that fanned right back into his face.

You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, and that's what made it even better. Watching as he tensed and wiggled under you in attempts to get the release he wanted- but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Being able to push as deep as he could go and fill you with his spend until you leaked around his base, would definitely be worth it.

Your throbbing clit ached for some kind of attention, but you weren't done with your fun of watching Bucky crack under you. The sturdy man muttering to himself to let him cum as his warm hand groped at your chest, gloved left caressing your waist and backside.

Needy whines promising he'd be good, telling you how amazing you felt stretching around him. Until his pleas and praises were enough to snap the coil.

Your fingers digging crescent moon shapes into the smooth skin of his chest as your orgasm took over completely. Mind fogging over for a brief moment.

"Oh, god- B-" your bit down harshly on your bottom lip to stop his name from rolling off of your tongue, falling forward against his hot chest as the aftershocks took over and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Giving him the opportunity to chase his own high.

Bending his knees to plant his feet flat against the mattress, Bucky's hands went under your ass, letting out a shaky breath as he chased his own high with rigorous thrusts that made you keen against his flush skin.

"Shit- oh, fuck- so good, cherry." He grunted, gripping your backside as his hips pistoned up into yours, quickly reaching his high. A guttural moan vibrating through his chest when he filled you with hot spurts of his release.

His hands stayed on you until you were out of his reach to turn off the camera, looking over his blissed out form one last time as he felt for the edge of the plastic face covering.

"Holy fuck..." He panted, almost ripping the mask from his face. "Good?" You giggled, slipping on one of his shirts that was on your dresser as he sat up. "Great, best ever." Bucky chuckled, eyes wandering down to where the tops of your inner thighs glistened from his spend leaking onto them before the hem of the shirt blocked the view.

"Beat you to the shower." You grinned, squinting your eyes at him as you backed towards the door. "That's not f- wait!" He called when you slipped out of the room, standing to follow after you.

"I wasn't paying attention, that wasn't fair." Bucky pointed a finger at you with a frown that made you laugh lightly. "Better luck next time."

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The next morning went as normal, Bucky left for work after breakfast, you took a trip to the grocery store. Only this time, you came back with something to talk to Bucky about.

He gave you a bright smile when he walked in the door, long legs carrying him over to where you were on the couch before he swiped the remote from your lap.

"Buck, I need to talk to you." You sighed, turning in your seat to face him. "'Bout what, cherry?" He said, shifting to be more comfortable as his knees parted more. "I, uh, I have a date next week so... I'm gonna do the next video solo." You nodded.

Bucky felt a pang in his heart, he promised everything was purely for videos, but he couldn't help the sliver of jealously that tainted his veins. "Does that mean- we're not gonna film together anymore?" He asked quietly, muting the TV so you had his full attention.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shrugged your shoulders. A part of you wanted to say no to the man at the store who asked you on a date, but he was nice and handsome.

"I don't know. This guy seems nice and all but, it was more of a- I don't want to decline your invitation because you're sweet, so one date won't hurt." You said, looking at where you hands were tugging a string on the couch cushion. "And you don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else days before the date. I understand." Bucky nodded his head, giving you a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Bucky." You mumbled, patting his leg before scooting closer. "Who is it?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you and hoping it didn't seem like a 'who's replacing me' type of question. "Cashier at the supermarket."

"He is pretty nice. Gives me extra coupons when I go." Bucky said, scrunching his nose up. "You're not mad, are you?"

He quickly shook his head and gave another smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Of course not, all for the videos, remember?"

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you leaned further into his side. "Yeah... for the videos."

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh.

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n. I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

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thesevro · 3 years

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wanna watch / gojo s. + nanami k.

𝖌𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚 + 𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖎 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2.3K words

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: where gojo and nanami decide to get greedy. together. 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: explicit smut, voyeurism, polygamy, one mention of bondage, cum play

HIS AND THE other man's legs cross at almost the same time. Both are trying their damnedest to hide the largest secrets they could ever keep.

Gojo watches you move about with probing eyes. Ignores the innocence of your routine, how you bustle innocuously about with a distracted frown on your face as you kindly prepare coffee and tea for them and yourself. The scent of ground beans fills the air with thick redolence but he can only imagine the smell of your hair as he pulls it back with his hands. This happens in one of his fantasies. In another, he has his face buried in your locks as he fucks you from behind.

I bet she would taste sweet. The thought is such a prominent fantasy that he almost sees you there on the counter, legs spread, clothes as much of a mess as he can make you. He imagines sticking his head between your legs. Listening to the melody of your name spilling from your mouth. He swallows, tries to calm his nerves. He's never been more grateful for the blindfold over his eyes.

Nanami's eyes, hidden from behind his goggles, conceal none of his other tells. He half-fools himself into believing no one can see how his head tilts downward ever so slightly to eye the swell of your ass as you bend over to fetch a bag of coffee grains from a low cupboard. How he lets his eyes greedily devour the sight of the skin on your stomach as you reach for a coffee mug on a shelf high above your head, shirt rising. His jaw tightens. He has too many tells.

Want to bend her over that counter and fill her up.

He wants to run his hands over your stomach. Hook your thighs around his head as he eats you out. Slap your ass until you beg for him to keep going because he knows he can just be that good.

Must she really maintain perpetual seduction? I would like to enjoy her here. School policies could go and suck my—

The two men have the same thing on their minds. The same hedonism. The same nasty thoughts of fucking you until you see stars and cry their names. Makes their brows furrow ever so slightly, their breaths stutter in their chests.

Natural seductress, the pair concludes at the same time.

And you are the first to break the immense focus that has narrowed their visions to mere thoughts of fucking you into oblivion.

"What are you two looking at? You've been staring at me like a bunch of hungry dogs since I came in." You pretend to wave them away, still grinding up coffee with one hand. Boiling tea whistles in another pot. "Shoo, shoo~~ I don't have any food on me."

"Bunny," Gojo starts, rising from his seat with a hand already at the hem of his uniform. Ready to pull it off. Nanami follows. "There's something much tastier right here in front of us."

"Yes." Nanami reaches you first. He will never admit it but he has not always been the best at repressing his need for you. "I must agree with Gojo, for once. You would taste so much better."

"Oh." You smirk. "So you were watching?"

Gojo pauses. Then he laughs. Realizes something.

"You put on such a show for us... on purpose?" Nanami asks this with his teeth nipping at your ear. Gojo lets the man enjoy himself. You two have always been able to show him the naughtiest shit. Sometimes he wonders if Nanami was a sex god in his past life. Occasionally... the blonde had been able to show him, his natural enemy, a very, very good time as well.

"Well. I don't see why I couldn't have done that." You chuckle softly in response to Nanami's query, reaching for Gojo. He kisses your hand. The inside of your wrist. Then he gently pushes Nanami to the side so he can raise you up on the counter.

Nanami cocks his head at Gojo as the other man pulls back to switch the boiling tea off. The blonde raises a question with his eyes as Gojo only crosses his arms and leans back into the counter.

"Only feel like watching today," Gojo says, shrugging.

"Aww," you whine, pouting at him from your place. "But I want you to join us! That was the whole point of my show. Won't be the same without you."

"Careful bunny," Gojo warns, wagging a finger. "We both know that Nanami gets jealous easily."

"...Uh, no, he doesn't." You and Nanami share a dubious glance with each other. "Well, Nanami and I both know you can be a very big dumbass sometimes. Always bouncing around with candy. Always copping a feel of my ass and Nanami's man tiddies whenever you get the chance—"

"Alright honey. That's enough." Nanami molds his mouth into yours. His hand clasps your hip. Another hand grasps the side of your neck in one large palm. You shiver at the hold he has on your neck. Spread your legs wider so he can stand between you.

Nanami slips a hand between your thighs. His fingers explore very familiar territory. He's touched you here many times before.

Your shoulders tense as he slides two fingers along your slit. You wind your fingers through the back of his hair. Let it be a small anchoring point for you as Nanami fucks you with his fingers.

"Nanami, fuck," you swear as he flicks your clit, and this makes Gojo and Nanami himself shift in place to adjust their pants. "Don't make me wait. Let's make this a good show for our audience."

You lace your fingers through his tie. Pull it off and toss it in Gojo's direction so that it lands to hang over his shoulder. Gojo cheers. You and Nanami kiss once more. His tongue warms yours in your mouth. You get the smallest openings to get a taste of his mouth.

He makes sure you keep your shirt on. If anyone were to walk in... well, Gojo wouldn't be fired on the spot, he was much too valuable. You would be allowed to remain with your position as the second strongest sorcerer, too. Him... well, maybe he could just become your concubine.

But he slips two of your buttons off. It shows enough skin for him to mark. He is careful not to leave any above your collarbone as he pulls away from your mouth to nibble and bite at the flesh bulging from your bra.

"Wish we could take it all off," Gojo murmurs as he watches Nanami ravage you. His pants have come undone. He holds his cock in one hand. Strokes it languidly as he listens keenly to your pants and Nanami's grunts. He loves the sounds you both make.

"Maybe putting your cock in my mouth would make things a little better for us," you suggest with a wavering smirk. It disappears completely as Nanami pulls your panties off. He throws it in Gojo's direction as well. Let it be another token of appreciation for their most loyal viewer.

Gojo shifts again as your pretty undergarments land right on his shoulder. He almost strides over to you and does exactly as you asked of him. But control has always been his one point of mastery, unlikely as it seems.

"Let's let you and Nanami enjoy this by yourselves, bunny."

Nanami fingers your slick folds with insidious circular motions. He doesn't stop these motions as he undoes his belt. You push both his hands away to undo it yourself, and to do it properly. It's always been satisfying to unbuckle the length of leather from around his hips. More so to let him wrap it around your wrists. But you have no time for that.

The tongue of the belt hangs just by his hips as you pull his boxers down. You conjure a condom from a pocket in your skirt, grinning slyly at Nanami as he stares down at you in bewilderment. You slide it over his cock. He tenses with the work of your skilled hands, stomach clenching. Absent lube, you briefly wet the rubber with spit to let Nanami's travel to your cunny be a smooth one.

Nanami cups your bottom with a hand. Half your ass hangs over the counter, just enough for the position to stay comfortable but far enough off the counter for him to lead his cock into your cunt. His eyes close as you grab his goggles between two fingers and pull it off his face. He presses his forehead to yours and gives you a chaste, simple kiss. You wrap your hands around his neck to kiss him with the same affection, smiling gently into the kiss. The moment between you is so intimate Gojo nearly feels guilty for bearing witness.

"Gonna get inside you, darling," Nanami murmurs, pulling away from the kiss. He buries his face into your neck with his first slide into you. His breaths come out in grunts. When you whisper his name with that wonderful breathy tone that comes from you every time he or Gojo fucks you, he almost moans.

Nanami possesses this sweet inclination towards fucking you nice and slow in the beginning of a round. But the threat of a peeping Tom (would likely be, unintentionally on the boy's part, Yuji) looms over your heads and frees him of his inhibitions. His first thrust is slow. Gentle, even. Then he pounds into you so hard your body reacts and twitches on its own.

"Fuck! Nanami!"

He does this. Again and again. Creates a rhythm violent enough to crack the counter as his knees meet it with each thrust. Even Gojo doesn't notice. Too much of his focus lies on enjoying such a glorious show.

The sounds of his cock fucking your pussy are downright filthy. Force Nanami to be forthright and he would accurately call them pornographic. Your moans are just as salacious, and the closeness of each sound of pleasure that escapes your lips makes him rut into you with harsher vigor. You bury your head into his shoulder. Cry out into his neck. He can feel the sounds on his skin.

The cold metal of his belt buckle cools the hot skin on one of your thighs. The roughness of that leather rubbing to a part of you so close to your cunt makes your pussy convulse. Nanami pants quietly at the overwhelming sensation of your hole squeezing him. He turns to Gojo with hooded eyes. They widen once the sight before him comes into focus.

"Darling," he grunts out into your neck. "Look at Gojo."

Gojo doesn't notice yours or Nanami's gazes. He ruts into his hand, pumping it over his cock in wild motions. He's thrown his head back in ecstasy, luxuriating in the memorized images of you drooling while Nanami fucks you and the face Nanami made only a minute ago as you clenched around him particularly tight. His throat bobs as he feels himself near his peak. He pants. Breaths the beat of a hummingbird's wings. The man looks absolutely ethereal fucking his own hand.

He notices how the sounds of your fucking have stopped. He pulls his head back forward, concerned but still dazed with lust. He blinks at you and Nanami. Eyes following movement as you hold a hand out to him once more.

"Join us, baby," you insist.

"You look needy," Nanami intones with a ghost of a laugh.

Still, Gojo hesitates.

"Gojo." The firmness in Nanami's voice makes him impossibly harder. He and the other man stare at each other with sin in the eyes. "Come." Nanami curls a finger, beckoning Gojo over. "Make her cum."

And this time he is not willing to protest.

Gojo saunters over to you. Presses a kiss to your bruised mouth and another to Nanami's. He strokes his cock while slipping a hand between the close proximity of yours and Nanami's hips. His fingers find your clit quickly.

You start another rhythm. A more desperate one. You hang just on the edge of your high. The muscles in Nanami's abdomen are tight. Gojo is just as close. Not so far behind. And when your hand slips downward to let him fuck your palm and fingers, he has to lean into your shoulder to keep himself from falling over.

You are the first to unwind. The two men look up to commit the sight of the peak of pleasure on your face to their memory. They savor your moans. Nanami fucks you a little harder. Groans as the hot fist of your pussy squeezes him, milks him. His balls tighten as he empties load into you.

Gojo leaves a mess on your hands as he cums. Sighs into your neck as his eyes roll back. His body shudders with Nanami's as he cums with the other man almost simultaneously.

It takes some time for your bodies to relax. It is dangerous to hang around here, with Gojo's cock in your hand and Nanami's length in your cunt. But this was a good show. One you put all efforts into perfecting.

Nanami kisses your neck tenderly before pulling his cock out of you. You shiver as it slides from your cunt. Nanami wipes at the wet slick between your thighs with a handkerchief while Gojo buttons your shirt up again. They baby you while their cocks hang out like monstrous masses. You almost laugh. It's vulgarly comedic.

Nanami smooths your hair and kisses you again, then steps back to fix his own clothes. Gojo sets your collar straight and smiles tiredly at you, then rests back next to you on the counter to pull his pants up. You raise a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning against Gojo in exhaustion.

Your eyes catch something, and before you can fix your hair you see the white streaking your hand. You blink dumbly at the mess on your palm. It's sticky between your fingers. When the idea comes to you, a feline-like sense of danger returns to your features.

"Gojo, Nanami," you call. Gojo looks to you with a smile that falls immediately as you perform what you know will not be the denouement of your show. Nanami observes your actions with a dipped head and a growl forming in his throat.

The two men are forced to undress once more as you lick at Gojo's cum with the indecency of a starved minx. Tongue between your fingers. Cum sliding down your throat as you lap it all up.

This time, you lock the door. A good idea on your part. Because the round lasts well into the afternoon. Many knocks sound on the door as you enjoy yourselves.

It is a delightful way to spend a day at work.

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silenthillmutual · 2 years

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Icarus! As a fic prompt, can I have Daniil's inner thoughts the first time Artemy calls him by his given name? <3

hello dear, i realize this has been sitting in my inbox forever, so i hope you’ll forgive me filling this in late. it’s not much, but i hope you enjoy<3

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The first thing you're doing when this is all over, Daniil thinks, as one shoe drops to the floor, is having a long, hot bath. His back aches at the thought of leaning over again, but he hates the unevenness of just one foot exposed.

He stares down at his feet, miserable. He can just about see his nails through the fabric of his sock. The thought of replacing them makes him despondent; it's not so much that he's attached to this particular pair as it is he can't stand the feeling of so many socks he's come across. This pair was nice, softer and more lightweight, a pair that wouldn't irritate him on the train ride out to this hellhole.

You were only supposed to be here for a day. "Very helpful," he mumbles. He can't help it if the whole ordeal has taken him longer than he'd like - longer than the Powers would have liked. Longer than his associates at Thanatica would have liked. Another hitch in his plans he'd prefer not to think about when there's so little he can do about it anyway.

Daniil puffs a dramatic little burst of air from between his lips as he bends over to reach for his right shoe, and feels his spine crack. And he hisses, too, sharp between his teeth. Now you've done it, idiot. Good luck sitting back up.

He's not a young man anymore, but he's certain he's too young for this. This was supposed to be an older man's problem after a life of back-breaking labor, not exactly the sort of wear and tear Daniil has seen. Like a puppet, support string snapped, he hangs over his knees, shoulders tense. It's easier in this position, certainly, to untie his remaining shoe, but once it's off he's left staring at the floorboards or his feet, and neither is a sight that excites him.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs outside his room should spring him into action, and an attempt is made, but he doesn’t manage to right himself before his guest enters. Daniil can sense the alarm in what he can see of Burakh’s gait, hesitant at the top of the stairs. “Oynon? You’re not -”

“The way my week has been going? I should be so lucky.” Whatever resulting response Burakh has to that is lost to Daniil. “No, no. You see, I was going to tend to my shoe, and the most fascinating sight befell me. Blattella germanica.”

“Uh-huh.” That little noise isn’t enough for Daniil to go off of. His little quip probably went right over his colleague’s head. No matter - if he can get Burakh to turn his back, he can flop sideways onto his bed and stretch himself back out from there - “And this cockroach didn’t have the decency to help you back up?”

The twinge of embarrassment he feels is, overall, too weighed down by exhaustion for him to be snippy in reply. He sighs. Or at least, he attempts to, but the position he’s in with his binder isn’t really conducive to breath. He more...wheezes, and nods. “Not even so much as an auf Wiedersehen. Can you believe it?”

“How rude.” He pauses. “Want me to help you back up?”

Daniil sniffs, trying to regain some sense of detachment. “If you insist.” He can’t exactly tell from the man’s feet what it is he intends to do to help Daniil out, only that the boots draw closer. “You know, I could say the same of you - the rudeness, that is - dragging your muddy boots all over Ms. Yan’s clean floors. But given the present circumstances, I suppose I can overlook it this once.”

“How generous of you. Hypocrite.” Daniil isn’t given the time to retort; something in his spine pops once more, and he’s back up, running his hands down his sides. There are spots dancing in his peripherals for a moment as he adjusts, and he can feel Burakh’s hand still on his back, fingers grazing as if searching for something. When he looks up, the man’s brows are furrowed, lips bowed into a little pout.

Not now, you. There’s still work to be done.

“It’s probably that, uh, undershirt you’re wearing,” Burakh comments, stepping back. “It seems to be the source all that tightness is radiating from.” That’s hardly news to Daniil. He’s fallen asleep in the damn thing more times than he’d care to admit, too exhausted to shed his clothes in the few moments of rest he manages to steal. “I could help with that, actually. I doubt it would be the same as one of your fancy Capital massages, but I do know my way around the muscles.”

Daniil drifts for a minute, allowing the scenario to play out in his head. It is tempting, the thought of these knots in his back being unwound, no more defeated curl to his back when he sleeps. But it’s a little too tempting, too distracting, too good to be worth the time it would take away from work to be done. “I appreciate the offer, but I really hate to waste any time when we haven’t any left to spare. Besides, I’d hate to see your work go to waste the second I’m hunched back over my desk, looking through that microscope.”

Burakh shrugs, his hand slipping away from Daniil’s back. “Some other time then, Daniil.”

The sound of his name reverberates in the space between them. Did he just -? How improper. Daniil shakes his head. That’s not what he means to think. You switched. You switched, formal to informal, the last time the two of you spoke. Had that only been a day? Been earlier in the day? Every hour feels like two weeks. And now they’re on a first name basis. Which is funny, considering he has Thanatica colleagues he won’t permit to call him by given name.

A hand is waving before his eyes, dirtier and rougher than Daniil’s own, gloved as they are. A burst of something like - something like - he doesn’t know what, is insisting he incline his head, rest on palm attempting to gain his attention. It’s a feeble thought, an impulse easily fought. He bites his cheek, his thoughts taunting him. ‘You don’t have to watch your tongue with me.’ My, did you really say that?

“If it’s a bad time,” Burakh says, “I can come back later.”

“No, no,” Daniil insists, “it’s fine.”

“Good, because I was lying.” Burakh seems pleased with himself for his deception, little smirk twisting the point of his mouth.

But the point is sharp, and so is his tongue. The curve is where the heart speaks from. Oh, he’s so exhausted he’s beginning to think in near-rhyme! Daniil manages to refrain slapping his forehead or flopping back onto his mattress in exhaustion. “I take it you needed something?”

“Yeah, I was...” the breath Burakh takes through his teeth does not sound promising. And perhaps here enters the reason for the informality. “I was hoping you’d have some more of those vaccines you created with Rubin? I could really use one during my rounds.” He’s no longer looking in Daniil’s direction, pacing the room. Odd. That’s one of your idiosyncrasies.

“And will it be for you, or...?” Artemy nods. Artemy? “Good. We haven’t had a chance to test it on children yet. I’d hate to think of you using it on one of your Bound and, well. You know.”

“Yeah.” The Haruspex nods. Artemy. Permission implicit to call him that now. “So? Have you?”

Daniil stands, shuffles his feet to the desk. All the while his name in Burakh’s voice (Artemy’s voice) slides down the back of his mind. Not caressed or sung or anything poetic. Nothing fancy, simply spoken. Of course not. Because that’s your name. But perhaps that’s what gets to him - that it isn’t pronounced with fanfare or special intonation. The first time Daniil has heard the name as his without the condescension of someone humoring a request.

Even after he felt the binder. Daniil twirls the vials between his fingers, chewing on his bottom lip. “Something on your mind, oynon?” Artemy asks.

He huffs, a noise half exhaustion and half defeat. “I was only thinking it’s such a shame you’re in a hurry. You couldn’t stop for a moment and share a cup of coffee?” Artemy. But there will be time afterward to say his name, to know the way it feels across your tongue.

Artemy looks as though he’s genuinely weighing his options. When he ducks his head, Daniil figures the cause lost, and understands. They are both very busy men. But his mouth is doing that same cautious smile Daniil can feel in his chest when their eyes lock. “For you, I’m sure I can spare the moment.”

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