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There are days were the things in my head are shamelessly hopeful and therefore completely illusory.
But “I must dare to dream”, right?
Venice 25
He thought about Armie’s comment when they stood ready to go in front of the mirror.
*
He got out of the car and the crowd screamed.
He was in Venice. Venice Film Festival, September 2025, premiere of Dune 3. The last act.
He loved being in Venice.
Again he wore a handmade outfit by Haider.
A kind of homage to his red sequined outfit from 3 years ago, again a neck-holder, again backless, but this time made of a robust and hard material, fine wire rings interwoven, heavy silver chains in between, a modern chain shirt. Plus some 70s punk rock vibe: leather pants, his boots with the silver heels, silver rings and bracelets on fingers and wrist, a black painted fingernail and a silver choker around his neck.
The outfit felt good, it made him feel strong and forearmed, even if right now he didn't think he needed that. Much more the outfit matched his mood, wanting to kick ass, because that's what he would do now, what they would do now.
He waved briefly to the crowd, the first flash of lightning thundering down on him, and then he held out his hand, just a little, casually, as he always did when he just wanted his partner a little closer, and couldn't help but grin happily as Armie got out of the car.
Armie looked extremely dapper in that deep-dark Tom Ford suit with a fancy little applique on the lapel, and Tim couldn't have been prouder of his partner, of his man, of his husband.
And that was it. Armie was now standing next to him, his warm hand gently running over Tim’s bare back and resting on his hip. They smiled into the cameras. Together, side by side. The way it had been private forever, the way it should be possible in public, too. It felt good and right.
He didn't care if there were hostile comments among the cheers now. The crowd that kept cheering was there and the one that mattered was standing next to him.
Armie.
Armie and him, for all the world to see.
“You look like some kiss ass rock star who has his bodyguard with him just to fuck him.”
It was the right time for them now.
The big blockbusters had been shot, he had a few more awards on his record, he had built a good network, he would be shooting with Scorsese and directors he adored. What more did he want?
He was sure that even if a few offers fell through now, he would still be making films he wanted to make. Maybe he would make less money, but as long as he could keep doing what he loved the most, something that he couldn’t live without, it would be enough now.
Armie smiled at him warmly, towering beside him and he smiled back. What had often taken them so much effort to hide was now there for all the world to see.
There was a rush in his head, his heart was pounding wildly, they had played this day out in his head for too long, too many emotions attached to it, and yet it was pride that trumped everything.
And then a gentle touch of Armie’s hand on his back and Armie was buttoning up his jacket, stepping into the background. Stephane stood on the sidelines and Armie joined him. Tim was alone again, continuing to pose for the photographers, responding to the "Timmy" calls, and although Armie was now no longer next to him, he was still more with him than ever.
When his bodyguard motioned him to go to the fans to sign autographs, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t afraid at that moment.
He tried not to listen, but of course he did hear a few things.
“Are you two really together or is this some kind of PR?”
“Are you gay?”
“How long has it been going on with you guys?”
Later he would say:
I prefer to keep my private life private. I'm with Armie but the rest is non of your business.
Then why this now?
Because I wanted to share this special moment with my partner. And the world can stop worrying about who I'm with. There should be more important things.
So are you gay?
I think we live in a society where we should be long past asking someone about their sexuality because they are with someone of the same sex.
There wouldn't be much more about them from them. Even if the whole world wanted to know everything.
For now he didn't say anything. With trembling hands he wrote autograph after autograph, took selfies, accepted gifts, and when he realized it was no different than usual, he found his voice again, the feeling of happiness increased, as did the selfies with stuck out tongue and middle finger and the joy to kick ass.
"You look amazing!"
"I love you so much!"
The hate would play out anonymously elsewhere, he knew.
Finally, he sprinted back to the red carpet, photos with Zendaya, photos with Dennis, photos with the whole cast. He felt like he was about to burst, brimming with energy, roaring and beaming, his kick-ass energy constantly alternated with pure pure joy. In between, he kept glancing over at Armie, who was smiling happily at him and apparently commenting dryly with Stephane on the whole happening.
Whatever was to come, as it was now, it was the right thing to do. Now had been the right time, and because it was the right time, they had not wanted to wait any longer, he had not wanted to wait any longer.
It was strange to be in that auditorium and watch the movie while outside the news would spread through the world like a forest fire. But he didn't mind.
Armie had been in a play, had taken small roles in television series, and next year Timmy would produce a small indie film starring him. They slowly got things going.
And even if they didn't, he would turn 30 at the end of this year. He had changed. For some time now, they had thought about having a family of their own. They were ready for change, for their new chapter in life, whatever it would look like.
As he walked into the building, and Armie walked beside him, smiling at him, their fingers casually interlocked. And that small, unspectacular touch meant everything to Tim. No boundaries, no hiding, just being themselves.
Dennis had supported him.
"I'm not sure we would have made it to Venice again with the third part without you and your collaboration with Haider. They love you! So take it, it's yours!"
Now they got Amargaddon. They would see how it would affect the box office, but he was grateful to have Dennis' blessing on it.
He loved being in this sheltered place with colleagues, friends and Armie.
Tim had wanted Armie to sit near him, so he heard him cheering in the row behind him when his name appeared on the screen, and turned with a grin when he heard him laughing dirty at a Harkonnen joke. It felt good to have him there. Very good.
When they all hugged during the applause after the movie, he turned around and hugged Armie too, and although they hadn't talked about it before, when Armie slid his hand down Tim's neck and gave him a kiss on the mouth, as other couples would, Tim couldn't stop grinning.
He knew there would be blurry video of that kiss. There wouldn't be much else, but at least they could offer that to their fans.
As they left the movie theater, as they made their way to the hotel, shouting cheerful see-you-later’s to the others, the fog in Tim's head cleared, the buzzing slowly diminished, and when he saw an undisturbed corner, he pulled Armie into it, into his arms and never let go. Armie did the same, squeezing him so tight he almost couldn't breathe.
For quite a while they were just standing there, crying and laughing and hugging and feeling all these feelings they felt. Together.
He felt all the tension inside him release. The tension that he didn't even know was inside him. The prison that they knew how to ignore so much that they had forgotten the freedom they lacked.
"We did it, Armie."
"Yes, we did."
And when he heard Armie's brittle voice, tears came to him, too, and he had to hold Armie even a little tighter.
"It really does feel as good as they say, doesn’t it?"
"It does."
Clap your hands for Tinkerbell them.
Later that evening, they had a carefree premiere party with lots of laughter, dancing and singing. They were happy, they were them. Some more blurry pictures would show that and it was fine.
And even if it was none of the world's business that they were together, it was an incredible feeling that the world knew now.
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andydrysdalerogers · 2 years
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Memory ~ Steve Rogers
Summary: When you come back from a mission injured, you don't remember anything... or anyone...
Word Count: 5k+
Songs:
Remember Me – Performed by Nick Pitera The Scientist – Coldplay - performed by Corinne Bailey Rae Good Thing – Reel Big Fish Kiss Me – Ed Sheeran
Warnings: traumatic brain injury, angst, fluff, a really cute teddy bear and really smad Steve...
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YN, where are you?
"I'm on my way.  Thirty seconds."  You were running towards the jet, the mission a complete failure.  The rest of your team on this mission, Tony, Rhodey and Sam were already there, waiting for you.  You were separated and got caught on your own.  You had been lucky so far, managing to take down all the HYDRA agents you encountered.  You could see the jet in your line of vision and your thoughts drifted to Steve.  That tiny distraction allowed an explosion to throw you against a tree, hitting your head.
YN!
That was the last thing you heard before darkness engulfed you.
*
Steve waited anxiously for the jet to arrive.  It was hard enough for you and him to be on separate missions but his needed to be a deep cover mission while yours was supposed to be easy.  Sam and Tony promised they would watch over you. He rocked on his heels and then his heart leaped into his throat when he saw the jet approaching.  Bruce appeared with the gurney and Bucky came to stand by Steve.  "She'll be ok, punk."  Steve merely nodded.
The jet landed and the men rushed forward.  You were lying on the center table, a bandage wrapped around your head, cuts and bruises decorating your arms and face.  Steve picked you up to place you in the gurney.  "Baby, can you hear me?"
"She hasn't responded since the explosion Cap," Sam explains. "Her vitals have been ok but so far no response."
"Let's get her to medical and run the scans," Bruce said. Bucky, Steve, Sam and Bruce pushed the gurney to medical with Tony and Rhodey following closely.  Bruce immediately drew blood and started to push you towards the MRI.  He stopped Steve from entering. "I can't let you in there, Steve.  It will be about half an hour for the scans and then another hour for the results.  I'll let you back in when we are done."
Steve nodded and went back to the living room where the rest of the team waited.  Tony had poured himself a drink, trying to calm his nerves. Natasha, Wanda and Vision had joined the guys, waiting for news.  "Bruce is running test.  We won't know for a while," Steve explained.  He paced the floor, deep in thought.
Nat was the first to speak. "What happened?  I mean, it was supposed to be an easy recon mission."
Tony threw back the drink in his hand. "We got separated.  I went in with her and they were waiting.  I went to cover her and she got pushed into another hallway.  She did great until we got out in the open.  Then I don't know how they got the drop on her.  The rest of the us had made it to the jet.  I saw her and a second later there was an explosion and then she flew into the tree."
Hearing the story made Steve snap.  "You were supposed to be watching her," he muttered.  He looked up.  "You fucking promised me that you would take care of her."
Bucky got up seeing the rage building in Steve's face.  "Steve, breathe man." He grabbed for Steve's arm but Steve shook him off.
"They all promised me that she would be safe, that my fiancé would come home to me in one piece." Steve had fury in his eyes, the veins bulging in his arms and neck.
"Steve, we're sorry.  We didn't know," Sam tried to explain.
"I trusted you Sam.  I fucking trusted you.  You're supposed to be my best friend. You fucking promised me that you would have her six! So why is she in the god damn med bay?!" 
Nat stood up.  "Steve, that's enough."  He whipped his head at Nat.  "It was an accident, Steve.  She's alive and they brought her home," she said gently. 
Finally, Steve broke down.  Nat wrapped her arms around Steve as he started to cry.  "I almost lost her."
Bruce walked back in. "She's stable but still unconscious.  Steve, if you want, you can sit by her bedside."
Steve went in and saw you in the medical bed, an IV in your arm, oxygen in your nose. You looked so small but peaceful. Steve leaned in and kiss your forehead.  "I'm here love."
For a week, Bucky, Sam and Steve kept vigil at your bedside, while the rest of the team handled everything else.  Steve rarely left your side, holding your hand.  Sam and Bucky had to convince him to eat something, rest, shower, reminding him how angry you would be if he didn't take care of himself.
On the eighth day, Steve was finally sleeping, exhaustion taking over him.  Sam sat by your bedside, reading a book to you.  He heard a noise and looked down at you, shock hitting him as your YEC eyes stared up at him.  "Holy shit."
"Where am I?" you demanded.
"You are in the medical bay.  Let me get Bruce."  Sam rushed out of the room while you laid on the bed, looking around.
Bruce came in with Sam. "Hi, welcome back." He started to check everything over. "How do you feel?"
"Sore." Bruce went to check on your heart but you recoiled.  "Don't touch me!"
Bruce stepped back.  Sam moved forward.  "YN, sweetheart, we are just trying to check on you."
"Who the hell is YN?"
Sam's mouth dropped open and looked at Bruce.  Bruce looked at you, sympathy crossing his face.  "Ok, my name is Bruce.  This is Sam.  We are part of the Avengers.  Just like you.  Your name is YN.  You are an agent."
You looked into this gentle man's face and understood that he wasn't lying to you.  "My name is YN?"
"Yes. You took a blow to your head about a week ago and you have been unconscious since then.  Do you remember that?"
You shook your head.  You sat up and pushed yourself to the corner of the bed and hugged your knees, scared of what was happening.
"We need to get the team together."
"Ok," Sam approached you again. "I'm going to talk with the rest of the team so we can introduce you slowly to them.  Bruce is going to check you.  I'll be right back."  He left the room to wake Steve and the others. "Steve, man. Wake up." He gently shook the super soldier.
"Sam, what is it?" Steve asked groggily.
"It's YN."
Steve sat up quickly.  "Is she ok?  Did something happen?  Oh god, I knew sleeping was a bad idea."  He started to rush to pull on pants and a shirt.
"Steve, calm down.  I need you to be calm."
"Sam, what happened."
"She's awake.  But there is a problem."
"A problem?"
"She doesn't know who she is or who we are.  Bruce had to tell her what her name is.  She didn't remember him, or me, or what had happened."
Steve's face fell.  "She doesn't remember?"
"No, it doesn't look like it.  Bruce is checking her over.  We need to tell everyone else.  She's scared. Steve," Sam placed his hand on Steve's shoulder, "I know you want to see her but if she doesn't remember who she is, she may not remember you."
Steve felt his heart break. "Ok. I just want to see her."
Sam sighed.  "Let's just get the team together and then see what Bruce recommends.  This has to be overwhelming for her."
The team was gathered with Nat and Bucky sitting with Steve. Bruce came in. "She had severe memory loss.  It may be temporary."  He looked at Steve.  "It may not.  I think it best we just introduce ourselves one by one. Let's not overwhelm her more than she already is.  Umm..." he hesitated.
"Bruce, please just tell us." Steve pleaded with the doctor.
"She has asked for Sam to stay with her."
Sam's eyes widen with surprise. "Me?"
"I think this is like imprinting.  Your face was the first one she saw. She may not trust you but you were there.  I would go back in and tell her about yourself and then we can start introducing everyone else."
Sam looked at Steve.  "I'm sorry."
"No, it's ok.  Just take care of her. But I would like to be next to be introduced."
"Yeah, of course man."  Sam stood up and went to the medical room.
You sat there, chewing your thumb.  Bruce explained what had happened.  It explained why your head hurt but it didn't explain how you ended up here.  You just chanted in your head, My name is YN and I am an Avenger.  The door opened and the same guy as before came back in.  What was his name again?
"Hi YN," he said.  "Do you remember me from earlier?"  You nodded.  "My name is Sam."
"Sam," you repeated.  "You were here when I woke up."
"Yes, I was.  We've been taking turns."
"We?"
"Others that you will meet very soon." He sat by your bedside.  "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts and I'm a little nervous, confused.  What are you to me?"
"I'm your friend." Sam offered you a smile.  "I'm one of your best friends."  He took your hand.
"You called me sweetheart earlier.  And I have this ring," you showed him your left hand.  "Does that mean we are engaged?"
Sam stopped breathing.  He took a moment to think about what to say.  He didn't want you to panic.  "No, YN, we are not engaged.  It's... a promise ring.  You made a promise and you put on the ring to remember."
"Oh.  But you like me?"
"Of course."
"And you'll stay beside me?"
"Always YN.  I'll be here for you always."  Sam stood up.  "I'm going to get the next person for you to meet.  I'll be right back."
You finally smiled. "OK.  Thank you, Sam."
"You're welcome sweet... YN."  Sam finally realized why you were now making assumptions.  He stepped out of the room and leaned against the wall.  Steve came down and saw him there. 
"Sam?"
"Steve.  We have a bigger problem."  Sam closed his eyes.  "I am so sorry."
"Sorry?  Sorry for what?"
"When YN woke up and was panicking, I tried to call her down. I called her 'sweetheart' on reflex.  You know I've called her that all the time." Steve nodded. "She took that as I was her partner."
Steve looked at him confused until it clicked.  "She thinks you two are in a relationship. Did you correct her?"
"She looked at her ring on her hand and ask if we were engaged.  I said no that it was a promise ring.  I didn't want her to panic more.  That's why she wants me to stick with her.  I'm sorry.  It was a reflex."
"No, no it's ok." Steve rubbed his neck.  "I want to see her, but we can't tell her yet, can we?"
"We should ask Bruce if it will affect her recovery."
"Sure ok.  Umm, let me just see her.  I won't say anything."  Sam nodded and led him into the room.
"YN, this is Steve.  He's our team leader."
You looked at the attractive blonde and smiled.  "Hi Steve. I'm YN.  But you know that."
Steve smiled, trying to keep his composure.  "Hi YN.  How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok.  A little confused."  Steve came to sit by you.  "Are you my friend?"
Steve felt the stab of pain in his heart.  He swallowed.  "Yes, I am.  All of us are very good friends."
"All?"
"Oh, sorry.  You haven't met the others but you will.  We are a pretty tight group here."
"That's nice.  I live here?"
"Yes, you have a room here.  I can take you when Bruce releases you."
"Do I live with Sam?"
Sam quickly jumped in when he saw the look on Steve's face.  "No, we don't live together.  You have your own room because... because you wanted to have your own space until you got married."
"Oh.  That sounds smart.  Don't want to be involved with someone who might leave," you said with a smile.
Sam smiled back.  "YN, we have to get the next person, but we'll be back."  The pair stood up and walked out of the room.  Steve sagged against the wall.  "Are you ok Steve?"
"Yes, I just... I just wasn't ready for how much that would hurt.  She doesn't know me.  Three years and it's all gone.  And what about her room?  Our room.  She... I..."
"Ok, one step at a time.  We talk to the team first, we'll get a room ready for her, and then we work on getting the truth to her.  Everything is going to work itself out, you'll see."
Over the next few days, you met the team and started to spend more time with them.  As promised, Sam walked you to your room.  It had photos of the team, little knick-knacks that you loved, according to him.  You were right in the middle of the floor between Steve and Sam.  Steve accompanied you, an unknown look on his face. You made yourself a note to ask Sam but promptly forgot it as soon as your head hit the comfortable bed.
Bucky was the one who helped you navigate learning the tech in your room since he had gone through the learning processes the most recently.  But you stuck to Sam as much as you could while he was home.  When he left for a mission, you would stick to Steve, Bucky or Natasha.  They made sure someone was home with you.
Tony eventually made you a tracking bracelet as you would get lost so much.  One incident had you leaving the compound for a walk and not finding your way back through the trees.  You thought Steve would cry when he found you a few hours later.  Steve was very protective of you, even if you didn't understand why.
A few weeks after the accident found the team in the living room for movie night.  You had fallen asleep on Sam's shoulder, much to the ire of Steve.  His jaw was hard, staring at you and the closeness of Sam to you.  Sam had wrapped an arm around you to keep you comfortable.  Steve sighed and got up to get another beer.  Bucky had been watching and followed.
"Punk, you need to relax."
"I can't Bucky.  He gets to hold her.  He gets to comfort her.  What do I get?  I feel like I am losing her.  Like I've already lost her. I love her and she doesn't even know." Steve braced himself on the counter, his head bowed.
"You never know, she could wake up from this fog she's in." Bucky stood next to Steve with his arms crossed. "It's not Sam's fault.  It's not her fault.  It isn't anyone's fault."
"I miss her Bucky. I miss sleeping next to her, I miss her shampoo in my bathroom.  Our stupid stuffed bear she... she insists on sleeping with even though I'm there. I just... miss her."
You stood just outside of the door, overhearing bit of the conversation.  You had gotten up to get some water when you heard the boys talking.  Instead of going in, you headed to your room.  You sat on the couch where a bear was sitting.  You looked at it closely, not sure if this is the bear Steve was talking about.  You saw some stitching on the paw of the bear.
Steve + YN
Sam knocked on your door a few minutes later. "Come in."
"Hey YN, whatcha doing?"
You held up the bear. "What does this mean?"
Sam sucked in air.  Everyone knew about that bear.  Steve had gotten it for you after your first fight.  He had brought it to you with a smoothie and flowers.  You had stitched his name and yours on it and gave it back to him on your first anniversary.  From then on, it was "our" bear. "Umm...."
"Sam, please, just tell me."
Sam closed the door and sat across from you.  "YN, you and I were not a couple.  Friends, yes.  But not a couple."
"Oh."  You remembered the looks that Steve would get.  "Why does Steve look sad all the time?  Why does he act weird around me?"
Sam took your hand.  "Steve and you were a couple.  Before your accident."  You looked at him open mouthed.  "Your ring... it is an engagement ring.  From Steve."
You stood up and backed away from Sam.  "You lied."
"No sweetheart, I just bent the truth.  I didn't want to overwhelm you with information. You were so scared that first day.  I wanted to build trust. I am one of your best friends and the five of us, Steve, Nat Bucky, me and you are the closest of friends."
You started to cry.  "You lied. I don't believe you."  Why didn't he tell me?
"We just wanted to help you recover, YN." Sam tried to take your hands put you pulled away.
"Get out."
"YN, please..."
"No Sam, get out!" You screamed.  Steve and Bucky heard you and rushed into your room. You looked at them, the tears still falling.  You locked eyes with Steve.  He looked like he wanted to comfort you but you just wanted to be alone.  "Get. Out!"
Sam backed away out of the room, sadness filling his face. Bucky followed but Steve hesitated.  He didn't know why you were upset but it killed him to see you so distraught.  "YN..."
"I can't talk about this right now.  Just please, give me some time."  Steve resigned in defeat and walked out, closing the door behind him.  You laid down and wailed.  You didn't know what to trust. You couldn't trust your mind and the one person who you though you could trust was lying the whole time.
Steve, Bucky, and Sam went back to the living room, the rest of the team waiting for them to return.  "Sam, what happened?" Steve asked.
"I dunno.  When she didn't come back from getting her drink of water, I went to look for her and I found her in her room looking at your bear.  She asked me about it."
"Wait, she got up to get water?  I didn't see her in the kitchen... oh," Bucky said. 
The same thought hit Steve.  "You think she overheard me?"
"I think so," Bucky said. He ran a hand through his hair.  "Why was she screaming?"
Sam sighed.  "She thinks I am a liar for not telling her the complete truth."
It took a day before you came out of your room.  Steve left food by your door asking FRIDAY to tell you that there was a snack by the door.  You always waited a few minutes before asking FRIDAY is anyone was in the hallway before taking the food.  It was curious.  You loved the food brought to you, unsure as to why.
Finally, Tony approached your door the next day.  "YN, its Tony. Can I talk to you?"
You got up and opened your door slightly.  "Are you alone?"
"Yes, sweetie. Can I come in?"
You let him in and sat on the middle of your bed as Tony leaned on the dresser.  "You know, the day I met you, you kicked my ass."  He smirked at you.  "You had to have been the toughest agent in your class.  Steve and I were so impressed.  When we brought you in for a tryout, Natasha and Clint begged us to let you on the team."
"Why are you telling me this Tony?"
"So you know how much you mean to us.  I still remember the day Rogers went to ask you out.  He was so nervous.  But you didn't make him feel bad or embarrassed.  You were so patient with him.  He looked like he won the lottery when you accepted."
You felt a tear forming in your eye.  "Why does it hurt that everyone lied?"
"Because you don't know what to trust right now. It's my fault for losing sight of you that day.  I promised Steve I would take care of you, and we failed.  We just wanted to make it right.  You were so scared those first few days."
"Sam should have told me.  Instead of lying."
"Probably, but knowing what you know now, do you think you would have been able to handle knowing you were engaged to someone you remembered nothing about?"
You stopped and thought for a moment.  "No, I don't think I could."
Tony finally sat down next to you.  "What do you want to know?"
"Is he a good man?"
"The best."
"How long?"
"Three years.  Two together. One engaged.  Your wedding is in about three months."
"He's still planning it?" This shocked you.
"Yep.  Something to hold on to when he was scared." Tony remembered the encouragement the team psychologist had given to help him hold on to hope.  Hope that you would be better soon.
"The bear?"
"A gift from him after your first fight."
You hesitated on the next question, but you wanted to know. "Am I in love?"
Tony smiled. "I think you fell in love with him after the second date."
"Is he here?"
"He's in the gym. Want me to take you to him?"
You had to see him. "Yes please."
Tony got up and took your hand.  He led you down to the gym where Steve was punching the heavy bag, his back towards the door.  "Hey Cap, you have a visitor."
Steve turned around and his face turned to surprise.  "Hi YN."
"Hi.  Can we talk?"
"Sure."  He sat down and started to unwrap his hands. 
Tony left the room and you sat next to him.  "We're engaged," you said simply.
"Yes, we were. I – I don't know where we are right now."
You chewed your lip.  "I want to trust you and get to know you again.  I just don't know how to do that."
Steve thought for a moment.  "How about I re-create our first date?"
"You remember?"
"Of course.  I remember the dress and where I took you; what we talked about and how it ended.  I could do that for you."
"Really?"
"Really.  Tonight?"
"Ok.  Sure.  Yes, ok.  First date redux."
"Perfect."  He looked at his phone.  "I'll come by your room in three hours, ok?"
"Ok."  You got up and started to walk out.  You turned back around.  "I'm excited," you said with a smile.
"So am I." Steve flashed you a real smile for the first time. It gave you butterflies.
You ran into Nat on your way to your room.  "Nat, do you remember what I wore on my first date with Steve?"
"Of course.  We went shopping for it.  Why?"
"Steve, he, uhh, wants to re-create our first date. I want to try and trust him." You blushed, remembering the smile he gave you.
Nat smiled.  She took your hand.  "How much time do we have?"
"Three hours."
"Plenty.  C'mon."  She pulled you along to your room before stopping Bucky.  "Hey Buck, can you go into Steve's room and grab that dress from the closet?"
"A dress.  Nat c'mon..." he looked at your face.  "Her dress?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be in her room in two minutes."  He ran off towards Steve's room.  Nat pushed you into yours and made you get into the shower.  As you came out in your robe, she sat you down and started to do your hair and makeup.  After what felt like forever, she stepped out to allow you to change.  The dress on your bed was beautiful. A simple skater dress in navy blue with lace sleeves to your elbows and matching flats.  Nat even laid out a necklace and earrings and your ring.  You looked in the mirror at your side sweep hair and easy makeup.  Nothing dramatic which you liked.
Nat and Bucky came back in, you twirl for them and they immediately smile.  "You look beautiful YN," Bucky says.  "You're gonna knock his socks off."
You blush.  "Thanks Bucky." There is a knock the door and you suddenly get nervous. Bucky kisses your cheek.  "You guys are meant to be," he whispers before pulling the door open for Steve.  "Hey punk."
"Bucky? What are you doing here?"
"Helping your girl get confident.  She's a little nervous."  He stepped aside and Steve inhaled, taking in the image of you.  "Wow," he breathed out.
"Hi Steve."
"Hi doll. You ready?"
"Umm... sure."  Nat pressed a clutch in your hand.  "Lip gloss and tissue, just in case," she whispers.
"Thanks Nat."  Steve offers you his elbow and you take it with a glance at Bucky and Nat.  They smiled and watched you walk out.  He led you through the living room to the door, surprise the team that had been gathered there.  Sam watched and offered you a smile.  You smiled back, hoping that when you get back you can apologize to Sam.
Steve drove you to a little town near the compound and to a cute little restaurant.  He took you to a table in the back.  "I don't know if you want me to order for you or if you want to pick something different."
You thought back to the food left for you the last day.  You loved everything brought to you and you assumed Steve had done that. "You order.  You seem to know what I like."
Steve ordered for you and himself along with a bottle of wine.  "What did you want to talk about?"
"Tell me everything."
He described the first time he saw you, similar to the same story Tony told you.  Except he described his feelings.  How he felt like he was in a dream watching you move.  How sassy you were.  How expressive your eyes were when he asked if you would come for a trial with the Avengers.  You both ate and laughed.  You were finally comfortable with him.
After dinner, you went for a walk around the little town.  He stopped in front of a closed business.  "This is a concert venue.  Small but fun.  We saw a band play here that night.  I couldn't find another one but I thought I would at least bring you here."
"Oh, did I like the band?"
"Yes, it is or was, one of your favorites.  I can play you one of their songs."  You nodded and he pulled out his phone.  The music was upbeat and fun. The song was about not wanting to see the love end.  How fitting for the moment.
"This explains the flats," you say.  Steve laughed. "It was a lot of dancing and bouncing.  C'mon," he took your hand and you walked with him to a roof top bar.  It overlooked the town, the lights twinkling.
"Technically this part was part of the second date but since we are missing the band, I figured this was a good substitute."  He went to the bar and brought you a drink while he had a beer.  You looked curiously at the drink.  "It's your favorite," he explained.  You took a sip and smiled.  It was delicious.
You kept talking.  "Tell me about how you proposed."
Steve smiled.  "I did it while we were in bed.  You had had an argument with Bucky, who was being extra annoying that night. You kept huffing as you got dressed for bed, muttering about how you were going to kill him in the morning."  Steve chuckled.  "I knew then, I never wanted to experience another night without you.  I had the ring for about a month by then.  I wasn't sure how I would do it.  But in that moment, with you, your hair in pigtails and your cute angry face, in pink pajamas, I knew.  You climbed into bed and just cuddled into me.  I stroked your hair to calm you as you laid on my chest.  It just came out.  Marry me."
You felt a tear forming, wishing you could remember the day. "How did I take it?"
"You were stunned, for sure.  You sat up to look at me and when you turned, I had the ring out for you.  You didn't say a word.  You just launched yourself at me, kissing me.  I didn't need you to say yes.  You said it just like that."  Steve could see the heartache of not being able to remember on your face.  He took the glass from your hand.  "C'mon, one more stop."
He drove you back to the compound but not to the building but to the lake.  There was a little dock there that you walked out on.  You looked at the moon reflecting on the water. Steve wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your head.  "This is where we had our first kiss."
You turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck.  He caressed your cheek, the butterflies forming again in your belly. "May I kiss you YN?" You nodded and closed your eyes.  He leaned down and pressed his lips gently on yours. It warm and soft, like a blanket wrapping around you in comfort.  It was home, your favorite place to be, in Steve's arms.  You remembered this feeling, the love for him, for your relationship.  All the hopes and dreams that you shared.
When he pulled back, you smiled.  "Your kisses were always my favorite, Grant."
Steve froze.  "What did you call me?"
You frowned.  "Grant.  Am I not supposed to?"
Steve smiled.  "What's your favorite color?"
"It's blue, Steve, why are you asking..." You stopped. "Oh my god.  I remember." You looked around.  "I remember it all."
Steve pulled you up and swung you around, both of your laughs filling the air.  He set you back down and you pulled him in for a searing kiss. You breathlessly pulled away.  "I'm so sorry Stevie.  I'm sorry I forgot you."
"Hey its ok.  I just hoped that going back to the start would help and it did. Nobody said it would be easy. I missed you so much. I love you."
"I love you too.  We're getting married here on the dock, right?"
"That's how I planned it." He kissed you again.  "C'mon doll.  I'm taking my girl back to my bed. You, me and that stupid bear."
"Our bear."
"Always."
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cowboycasonova · 2 years
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werewolf|| remus lupin P1
(cooler than me, mike posner)
YOUNG!REMUS LUPIN x HUFFLEPUFF!FEM READER
warnings: probably some brief mentions of mental illnesses, other than that, slight fluff bc I plan to make a part 2
(summary; y/n is a werewolf, and remus is just too nosy.)
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y/n absolutely, positively, knew it was a bad idea to be out this late.
In the Dark Forest, no less.
She knew someone could spot her and easily report her to the headmaster. She'd be ridiculed for 1, being out past bedtime. 2, being in the Dark Forest, (which is very much forbidden— it's literally called the forbidden Forrest.) and 3, possibly losing house points for hufflepuff.
Did she care all too much?
No.
In her defense, she'd only been visiting Hagrid in the beginning. A while back he'd found an Acromantula, and he'd told y/n he needed help with it. She'd always had a knack for Care of Magical Creatures, (she reckons it's the hufflepuff about her.) and Hagrid took note of that.
But, as well as loving the creatures that lurk around hogwarts and the world of all things magical, not only did they relate to her— in a sense, but they also feared her.
She wishes they didn't, she wasn't harming anyone with— as Marlene calls it, her furry little problem. She prefers the term being far better, but Marlene has an odd sense of humor that y/n can't help but join in on.
The good thing about Professor Dumbledore knowing about her lycanthropy— (and the fact that she helped Hagrid after dark), was that she could use it as a cover up story for the nights of the full moon.
So— though she wished she was instead helping Hagrid with a giant spider, she was staggering her way toward a shack. As far as she knew, y/n was the only one to visit the strange shack in the dark forest. It was unlike the shrieking shack, in a peculiar way. Students came and went into the shrieking shack, predominately because they all think it's haunted, that much y/n was sure of. But this place had a far eerier vibe to it. Almost like no one had stepped foot in it for what felt like a century.
Her bones ached with fire all the way down to her feet. Exhaustion wiped through her body, making y/n stumble in the dark.
'Just a few more minutes'  She thought, tiredly.
Upon entering the quiet place, y/n took a deep breath. Chains were to her right, attached to the wall, sleek and new. She had learned the spell to clean and renew metal in the summer of third year, when she was bitten.
Now, all she had to do was wait— and pray to Merlin he'd take pity on her this full moon.
•.•.
The mornings after always hurt. Hell, the entire week after hurt. Headaches, sore joints, heightened senses, the whole nine.
Amidst y/n's thoughts, (she tends to get stuck in her own head after the full moon.) she hadn't noticed a lanky boy, next to a more muscly lad trotting her way. As they pass each other, the Gryffindors head perks up at y/n's figure.
Sirius Black, she notes, goes quiet as they both watch y/n make her way to Potions.
She watches as they quietly converse out of the corner of her eye. She has no reason to be skeptical, but her brain hates her. What if they knew? They'd surely tell the headmaster, (though Dumbledore already knows of her condition, word getting out of a werewolf on school grounds was sure to cause a frenzy.)
And she'd be kicked out flat on her arse.
She couldn't possibly let that happen— however, there was no solid evidence they knew anything of her lycanthropy.
Sighing, she trudges her way to Professer Slughorns classroom. This was sure to give her another headache.
•.
REMUS THINKS Y/N L/N IS QUITE PECULIAR.
He'd first ever seen her in Charms class in their last year, James and he had always sat next to each-other, but they walk in to find a tensed looking girl— who looked quite sickly in all honesty, with her head down on the table in the crook of her arm, muttering incoherent words Remus couldn't decipher, sitting in the Potter boys seat.
He looks at James, who only shrugs and makes his way toward the back of the class to an empty seat.
He didn't think too much of her health at first, if he's honest, just figured she'd had a bad day, and wanted to rest. He also didn't think too deeply because it would have given him a headache. The full moon had come and gone, leaving Remus nothing but fragile bones and new scars. Professor Flitwick hadn't seemed too concerned, so he wasn't either.
Though now that he thinks about it— recently, he's been seeing more of y/n. Majority of the time she would be lively, joking and laughing about with her friends. Other days, however, she was easily angered and sickly looking. And not to be stereotypical or anything, but he'd never (honest to Merlin) seen an angry Hufflepuff other than y/n. Perhaps that was another thing about her that intrigued him.
Or perhaps what truly intrigued him was— she only acted this way once every month. Just like Remus, and sure, he could blame it on her period like any normal person would, but he doesn't think so. She seemed tired— almost exactly the same time he was. She looked pale and close to death— just like he had.
See, Remus is smart (if he may say so himself), and that's something he prides himself in. And he'd be lying if he said he hadn't stayed up late at night, trying to figure out the enigma that was y/n l/n. And so he'd told James, Sirius, and Peter of his suspicions. If he was right about it, he'll feel mighty guilty telling them when she hadn't given him the green light— in the future, because he'd hate for that to happen to him.
But Remus needs his friends to help him figure this out. Say it to be true— he wouldn't be ecstatic, per say, because he knows the pain beings like him endure. But... he can't say he wouldn't be happy to finally talk to someone who understands. Don't get Remus wrong, he loves his friends— they support him through everything, and haven't judged him for who he is, and what he can't control. But it'll be nice— refreshing, in a sense, to meet someone like him.
She'd looked like she was going to pass out earlier today, on her way to Charms class. The full moon had been last night, but Remus knew the pain would last at least an entire week at least.
Classes were over now though, and she'd still looked nauseous and sickly... so yes, he'd rallied James and Sirius into helping him following her with the invisibility cloak.
He feels guilty... but he just has to know for sure before he takes it too far.
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WHY THE HELL ARE THE MARAUDERS STALKING Y/N?
Could she ever catch a break?
Two weeks ago, Madam Pince had informed her of a book of lycanthropy in the restricted section in the library. She'd told y/n to consider herself lucky, because she wouldn't do this for an average student. (She also told her not to tear the binding or she'd have a field day.)
But she very well couldn't get the book with four stalkers on her ass, could she?
She knew they were following and watching her, not because she could see them (y/n figures they've done some spell to do that) but because of her lycanthropy. Turns out, being bitten and brutally attacked at age 13 also meant she wouldn't need hearing aids or glasses in her future.
y/n could sense Sirius Black behind the bookshelf— his cologne far too prominent to be anyone else. A few books rattle, and she figures the rest of the goons are with him as well.
y/n walks toward them slowly, "Hello. Any reason you've decided to follow me on this lovely Thursday?" Her sarcasm evident.
The boys jump up from their nook behind the shelves, falling into each other as y/n stifles a laugh.
Surprisingly, Peter speaks first, "We weren't watching you! We were.. uh-"
It's Remus who finishes for him, "Checking out the new books!"
He unsheathes the first one he sees, but quickly backtracks as he takes note of the title— The Significance of Love Potions. y/n stifles another laugh, finding it very hard to be serious like she'd planned in her head.
"Right, well— I'd very much appreciate if you'd stop following me around. It's... unsettling."
With those parting words— and before any of the Marauders can speak, she parts from them and leaves the library.
As she leaves the hall, she has to stop her quick paced steps to think. How strange.
y/n has a lot of questions. Like for one, why the hell were they stalking her? Two, how did they get into the restricted section in the first place?
Were they onto her? Did they plan to tell the headmaster and have her kicked out on her arse?
These boys are starting to stress me out. She thinks as she's finally made her way into the dungeons— but she soon stops short of the entrance, and her heart drops to her toes.
She forgot the book. It's still in the library, in all its ancient glory— on a table in a nook by the window. Oh Merlin. She'd been the only one in that section besides those blasted boys. They'd surely know now. They're probably on their way to Professor Dumbledore's office now, to tell him how much of a monster she is.
(Dumbledore already knows of her lycanthropy, but she very well couldn't stay at Hogwarts if the entire castle knew of her curse, could she?)
Yes, she thinks. y/n is very much stressed.
•.
Remus told himself he wouldn't touch it. The book— he'd spotted it in a nook by the window in the library, and he knew who had checked it out. Not only because y/n was the only other person in that part of the library, (and he's nearly certain it wasn't peter checking out a book solely based on lycanthropy.) but because madam pince had charmed every publication to have the readers name at the top left corner of the first page— until it was due for return.
And there it was, in cursive and neatly scrawled in permanent ink— y/n l/n.
Though he'd said he would leave it alone, and push it to the farthest corner of his brain he Remus could find, he just couldn't. Not when he was so close to figuring her out— and certainly not when this could be his only chance to connect with someone like himself.
So Remus had been in the gryffindor dorms since eight AM, reading 'The Cost of Being'.
From a students perspective, they couldn't tell what the book was about unless they dived thoroughly into it. (And Remus would bet on his life that they wouldn't.)
Remus has to admit, he is a bit stingy about it all. Why had madam pince told her of the whereabouts of the book and not him? Surely she'd known of his condition longer than y/n's.
His bitter thoughts escape him when the boys enter the dorm. Sirius takes one look at the disheveled boy and rolls his eyes, "You must be in love with the girl, or something."
The scarred boy can feel hot embarrassment torturing his face— though that only confuses him more.
"Why on earth would you think that?"
"Well, you're in the same position you were in when we left, which was—" The charcoal eyed boy checks his diamond embedded wrist watch, "Six hours ago."
"This is why you wouldn't come to Hogsmeade with us?" Peter frowns.
Remus closes the book, lies on his side and sighs deeply, "Finding the book is the closest I've gotten in an entire month, Wormtail. She's like me— I know she is."
James seems to equate with the scarred boy, "It's true... if it wasn't I don't think she'd be avoiding you like a plague."
The quarter of the Marauders who weren’t looking so sullen, look to each other in agreement— each one would bend over backwards for their friend, and now is no different.
“Alright… so what’s the plan?”
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this honest to god took me months to write bc i get so distracted… hope u enjoy!!
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adowbaldwin · 1 year
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The one where Jock Lewes didn't actually die (PS. why does Alfie die in everything?)
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It was definitely shit, or at least it fucking tasted like it. Yeah it was shit, a fucking massive dollop of crap in the fucking desert
In my fucking mouth
Infront of my salad
Jock lews was having a tremendously bad day and was that a fucking weight on his leg
He groaned and looked back at the decrepit mess that was his manky leg and sighed, coughed up the shit dirt gravel in his mouth and screamed.
The desert said nothing in return, so at least it meant the fucking cunting aircrafts had buggered off
Honestly he thought to himself what a bunch of pussies
Fortunately for Jock his belly crawl was unparalleled. Unfortunately for the entire time he scraped his pathetic lifeless body across the dry dandruff of the desert a poxy vulture was flying above his head.
Nothing lived in the fucking desert either that cunt had flown in specially for him, a taunting scrawny fucking vulture.
If he had a gun he’d shoot its left wing off
Or if it was a female bird he’d aim it for her little cunt
Shitty thing squawking above his head.  
Come on you can do this, just a bit further he kept saying to himself. The days kept falling into nights, his water cannister nearly empty and his bowel movements trickled down his trouser leg you’ve come this fucking far Lewes. You cant let Stirling or Paddy win the competition war
He laid at night peering up at the stars, shivering like a twat, wondering if it were worth it. It he’d of died it would be honourable. His comrades left him for that reason thinking he was dead. They’d never know. If he returned to camp he’d hear no end of the piss and shit on his uniform.
He hobbled onto his feet for the last few yards, he couldn’t crawl into camp fuck no that would be a travesty.
With the stick ripped out of his arse (or from a tree depending on who tells the story) (Stirling told the latter, Mayne the first) he used it as a crutch to move himself toward the camp.
He could see two bumbling idiots trying to put up a flag and failing. He had taught them better fucking useless cunts.
Watching them then he remembered why he couldn’t possibly die fucking be lost without him, wouldn’t they?
He kept shouting for them but that lump of shit was lodged in there, mixed with some sand and lord knows what else he tried to scoff down. He was all of about 10 cms away and still nothing.
“the mourning period is over” he heard
What a bunch of disloyal cunts he thought, and then he coughed, blood and finally that lump of shit came out –
Was that a tooth?
All he knew is that he collapsed in the concave doorway, his leg giving out, he blacked out to the sound of the vexing, bothersome loathsome tone of that Irish twit “He’s only gone and shit himself” and a chorus of laughter that most definitely did not fill him with joy.
He regretted his decision to live.
He wasn’t sure when he would wake but Jock made sure when he did Paddy would have an explosive up his arse. See how he feels half dead with shit trickling out of him.
D.I.Y Chloric irrigation anyone?
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Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 
"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”
The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.
"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.
Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.
He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.
"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”
You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.
Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.
His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”
Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.
“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.
Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.
Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 
“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”
Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.
“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”
Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.
Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"
You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 
"Ah, fuck—b-but–"
Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 
"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.
Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.
He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."
The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”
Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.
Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.
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i sat down to draw some smut for the smut war and found this poor wip that has been sitting in my "to draw" pile since october
it seemed like an awfully fitting way to start 👁️👁️
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The biggest lie in fanfiction is that everyone has a first aid kit in their house. I have never owned one in my life
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nkogneatho · 5 months
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thinking about virgin!choso who has never seen a pair of real tits in his life so when you take off your bra after a heavy make out session, he immediately cums in his pants and is embarrassed to the core. but you cup his cheek and tell him it's okay. it's normal. and twenty five minutes later, that man is drilling his cock in your hole while sucking the fuck out of your nipples, fondling them so harshly as if someone's gonna steal them away from him.
"they're mine, mkay? ngh— not gonna give these babies—my babies to anyone else, right? fuck. mmph!"
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hqkalon · 7 months
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jjk men with an overstimulation kink
toji always knew he had a overstim kink, he just pushed the thought to the back of his mind— always reminded of he previous women he’s slept with who couldn’t handle him in bed. either they physical slapped him back into reality, or ghosted him the day after but that never stopped him from getting play.
“what’d ya just say angel?” he asked with such an amused expression as he kept pounding into your sensitive cunt. “once more!” you cried, begging for another orgasm. such a plea sounding like music to toji’s ears. “anything you want princess.”
gojo is oblivious to the matter, as long as he has you crying on his dick it doesn’t matter… he’s a man who would accidentally overstim himself and you together.
“mmm shit.” gojo groaned, feeling the way your cunt perfectly swallows him whole. his hips going numb, only being able to feel the pleasure flowing through his dick. “gojo!” you whined as the head of his length continuously brushed against your g-spot. “yeah baby?..” lust glossed over his eyes as his tone softened, “let’s cum together again.”
sukuna’s a fan favorite of overstimming. he will not stop until your dumb off his dick and an incoherent mess. it almost fulfills him like some type of ego booster, he definitely bends the rules when playing by his book.
“cryin’ after you begged to be fucked?” he hissed, bullying his thick cock into your poor pussy— feeling you clench over his words. “it’s too much!” you whined through wet lashes as your next orgasm approached. “pathetic.”
geto is unaware, until he’s aware of such a kink. he always had some kind of knowledge about kinks and would even fantasize them, but physically was a different story. though he’s a natural at almost everything he does (by calculation).
“g-geto i’m about t’cum!” soft moans fell from your plush lips as geto fucked into you. angling his hips in a specific direction as he felt your walls clamp down against him, “ahh fuckk.” he groaned, still thrusting inside you while humming in response. “just one more time angel.”
nanami knows exactly what he’s into, but he’s intimidated by acting on it because once he does there’s no going back. he’s a man of his word, if he says again then that means again. nanami won’t stop until he himself if fucked out alongside you.
your wrist bonded together with his tie as the pads of his calloused fingers rubbed small circles against your swollen clit. “nanami!” soft moans fell from your lips as your tummy twisted in knots. “i know baby.” he cooed, watching your hole pulse in pleasure. “you’re gonna do it five more times.”
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Nanami gets a kick out of how innocent and pure you are in front of others. Around friends, family, coworkers, strangers, you’re still that shy, timid girl he fell in love with all those years ago. Always smiling with kindness twinkling in your eyes. Perfectly sweet to just about everyone you meet. You’re beloved by everyone in your life and in his. A true angel in disguise gracing this mundane world of his. 
When it’s just the two of you, though, you turn into a completely different person: a fiend hellbent on making him lose his goddamn mind.
Tonight, you're locked in your bedroom, fucking each other silly. Well, it’s more like you're fucking him. You straddle his lap, riding his cock, already so sensitive from his first orgasm. His creampie leaks out from your pussy, making a mess between you, but you don’t care. He’s twitching from overstimulation, moaning your name as you bounce faster on his dick, pumping another load out of him. He’s spent beyond belief, but he knows better than to deny you of your fill. No matter how much he whines about how sensitive he is, he wants this. He needs this. 
Limbs wobbly from exhaustion, he kneels behind you, watching with half-lidded eyes as you position yourself on your hands and knees, teasing his wet cock between your ass cheeks. He stares at your pussy, drooling with his cum, already eager to be back inside you. He lets you do all the work, be in control, use him as your own personal sex toy until you’re satisfied. And that doesn’t happen until you throw your ass back and forth on his dick, filling yourself up with his third creampie of the night, the sheets beneath you ruined with sweat, spit, and slick. 
To Nanami, there’s nothing better than being fucked stupid by you, his gorgeous, perfect wife. 
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luvit · 4 months
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Okok Can you please make a Afab reader x Simon where the reader is a squirter again except y/n never has before so Simon makes it his goal to make y/n squirt a few ways?
(afab!reader, mdni 18+)
BAHA! yes. 😶 all i'd be able to think about ever.
i think simon would actually be kind of embarrassed with himself when you're able to do it for the first time. not because he was taken aback by it happening. oh no, not at all, never at all. just the fact he was probably like "mm, i've not been fucking you good enough before? let me remedy that, sweetness."
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in all honesty he wants to see how many different ways he can do it. does it by trial and error, and the best method he's able to do is through overstimulation. but he doesn't want to cheat and just build you up one way only to switch it up last second and say "i made you squirt on my fingers!" no. he wants to make you do it from start to finish. you squirt on his fingers, and he's playing with that pretty pussy for as long as it'll take. makes sure to rub that one spot you like so much, makes you seem pretty. but if your eyes are leaking with tears and you have drool coming out of your mouth, he doesn't care. only thing he wants to see is that pussy weeping for him.
he knows he can make you do it on his dick. aided by a little bit of positioning so you're lifted with no where to go but up and down his thick shaft. forces you to feel everything he wants to give you. and the way your clit rubs along his pelvis and drags on it for that little second you're slammed against him. the pressure of it has you seeing stars, and the way he might take a breather by holding you tight against him. grips your ass and forces you to grind down on him so he can keep stimulating you by having his cock reach juuust a little deeper. eventually you start gushing down his thighs and onto the floor, a little more coming out each time he brings your hips back to his because he hasn't quite noticed it yet. he's too lost in the weight of you on his cock.
but his other favorite way to do it is probably without inserting anything. he likes to think of it as the ultimate challenge. see how much you can take as he drags the underside of his cock back and forth, back and forth across your pussylips. makes sure to stop at your clit and swipe his tip over it so that it starts smearing his precum on you, then resumes the way he slides his cock between your folds. you're dripping all over him and he likes to see the way it collects on his balls. keeps slapping your clit with the head of his cock to see your legs twitch. makes you count how many times he does it until you squirt. doesn't count if you cum, it's if you squirt. and if you lose count? oh he'll probably punish you later.
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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months
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a bet's a bet
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rafe participates in no nut november
words: 1.9k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, female masturbation (with toys), p in v sex, unprotected sex
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nov. 1
“this is the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.” you cross your arms over your chest, but your boyfriend doesn’t give in, remaining steadfast.
“i already agreed to the bet, baby. you can’t change my mind.” rafe simply says, focusing on looking out the window instead of at you, avoiding your glare.
“i have needs too rafe! i can’t believe you’d agree to this without talking to me first.” you stand up from the couch, tired of this conversation. you grab your laptop and head up to your shared bedroom.
if rafe was going to make a stupid bet to not cum for the entire month of november, then you are at least going to repurchase a vibrator and dildo that rafe threw away when you first started dating, claiming you’d never need them again.
you pay for rush shipping and use rafes credit card, because fuck him.
nov. 3
“come on, just eat my pussy.” you groan, legs spread wide open on the bed, trying to convince rafe to pleasure you, but he just shakes his head no.
“baby, if i eat you out, i’m going to fuck you too. i can’t cum and break the bet, it’s only november 3rd. it’s been three days, we can do this.”
you close your legs as rafe lays down in bed next to you. you shouldn’t even be particularly needy yet. it’s not like you haven’t gone this amount of time before without having sex, but knowing you can’t have him is torture. 
you can’t imagine a world without rafes cock, you’ve gotten so used to being stretched out by him on the regular that an entire month without is giving you withdrawal symptoms, increasing your horniness to unbearable levels.
nov. 5
look what just arrived. you attach a picture of your opened package, pink dildo and vibrator sat inside the box.
rafe reads the message but doesn’t deem you a reply, too busy doing whatever with barry. you honestly doesn’t care as you cunt pulses, needing to feel something inside of it, knowing it won’t be anywhere near as satisfying as rafes cock, but it will do. for now.
you strip yourself free of clothing and lay down on the bed, not even needing to go into the hidden album on your phone of nudes rafe has sent you, or when he snatched your phone off the nightstand and videoed you getting fucked, you simply imagine rafe being there, being the one touching you.
you send snaps to rafe, hoping to entice him into coming home and giving you his cock, but when you send him a video of you coming on the dildo, he simply replies with good try princess.
nov. 6
“aren’t you jealous of my dildo?” you ask, purposely leaving it out on the bed, but rafe doesn’t say a word as he lays down for the night.
“of course i am. this is hell for me too, y/n, but a bet is bet.”
nov. 7
“they won’t even know. just fuck me, i need it.” you whine, rocking against the seat that you’re sat on, not even caring that you’re out on rafes boat, and anyone could see you, not when he’s shirtless, muscles gleaming in the sun, a slight sweat sheening his skin from the high temperature.
“i can’t lie, princess. besides, they’ll know.”
“please, i’m desperate.” you beg, sliding off the stool to sit next to rafe on the captains bench as he effortlessly steers the boat towards deeper water.
“sorry baby.” rafe just tsks.
“can we make out at least? you’ve barely kissed me at all this month.” it’s true, in an effort to keep himself from growing a boner and losing self control, rafe has kept all of your kisses brief.
“fine, but keep your hands away.” rafe says, also missing your lips against his.
you were hoping you could press your body against his, at least get some relief, but rafe does make you keep your distance as your lips glide over his.
nov. 9
“i think this counts as girlfriend cruelty.” you cross your arms over your chest after another unsuccessful attempt at begging rafe to fuck you.
“i’ll make it up with a shopping spree.” rafe offers, and it’s not as good as his dick, but you still agree to it.
nov. 10
“does it feel as good as me?” rafe whispers in your ear, resisting the urge to reach down and help you out as you’re sat on the bed, fucking yourself with your new dildo as he tries to ignore the pulsating erection, forcing himself to think about things that turn him off, even as you’re laid out masturbating in front of him.
“fuck no it doesn’t.” you grunt, desperate for an orgasm even though you hate doing it solo, especially when rafe is right there, able to help. “which is why you should give up on this stupid bet and fuck me. need your cock, baby, i miss it.” “sorry.” rafe kisses your cheek, but still watches you in fascination as you cum.
nov. 12
“miss you.” you tell rafe, snuggling into his side as his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you tight to his body as you cuddle, having just enjoyed a lazy day together.
“miss you too baby.” rafe kisses the top of your head, letting his hands touch your, rub over your back, but never venturing into dangerous territory.
“want you so bad.” you complain. you don’t mean to ruin the sweet moment, but you really are beyond desperate for rafe.
“18 more days, we can do it.” rafe says, but you’re really not sure that you can.
nov. 13
“maybe i’ll go sleep with topper.” you say, hands on your hips, finally getting rafes attention as his head snaps up.
“fuck you will not.” he grunts.
“well, this bet is between you topper and kelce, right? maybe i’ll just go make them cum and then you can finally fuck me. i would also get some new dick out of it.” “you’re being a brat.” rafe says, knowing they’re idle threats, there’s no way you’d ever cheat on rafe, you just want to get him to break.
“well what are you going to do?” you taunt. “it’s not like you can punish me.”
rafe just smirks.
nov. 15
“what are you working on?” you ask rafe, placing your hands on his shoulders as he types away on his laptop. you bend down and give him a kiss on the cheek as he hums about whatever project he’s doing. you rub your hands over his shoulders, mumbling something about tension and working too much.
you let your hands move forward against his chest, and then lower and lower, until rafe is pushing your hand away from his crotch.
“come on, please.” you pout.
“you’re halfway there, baby. we can do this. a little bit longer and i’ll make you cum every day in december.” “multiple times a day, i think i’ve earned it.” you argue back.
nov. 16
you’ve had it. you’re sitting watching rafe work out, pussy dripping into you’re underwear, and you’re done with the games and the stupid bet, you’re getting your boyfriend to fuck you today.
you leave the home gym, rafe asking you where you’re going as he lifts the weight, but you ignore him. you head into your bedroom, changing into rafes favorite pair of lingerie and a tall pair of heels that still don’t cause you to reach his height.
you walk back down the stairs, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you reenter the gym.
“fuck, baby, don’t do this to me.” rafe drops his head into his hands, physically unable to look at you.
“no. fuck this bet. it’s so stupid, rafe, i’m about to explode. i need you to fuck me. i don’t care what you lose.” “fine.” rafe says, and you think you misheard him at first.
“what?” you question.
“get the fuck over here before i change my mind, god i need you.” rafe stands, meeting you halfway as your bodies clash, lips pressed hard against each others as you paw at rafes clothes, needing to see him in all his naked glory.
you don’t even care that he’s sweaty from the gym, or that he’s lowering you onto the tiled floor instead of your bed. you’re not going to take the time to move even a foot.
“take your shorts off, fuck.” you groan, hands slipping as you try to push them down his hips. 
rafe pauses his assault on your mouth to push his shoulders and underwear down, his hard cock springing free, tip already leaking with his balls hanging heavy down, filled with need from going without an orgasm for so long.
you pull your underwear to the side, revealing your soaked cunt. all it took was rafe agreeing to have sex that you got a rush of wetness.
rafe doesn’t waste time fingering you to open you up. you’ve been consistent enough with your dildo that it doesn’t hurt at all as he slides in, his warmth pressing against your walls as rafe groans, eyes fluttering shut as he cums before he even gives you one thrust, spurting into your pussy.
it’s too quick for you, but you still moan, clit pulsing as you finally get your boyfriend inside of you again.
“fuck, forgot how fucking tight you are.” rafe moans, and despite just cumming, he begins to snap his hips again already, fucking the cum further into you.
you reach down with one hand to rub your clit, pulling your boobs out of your bra with the other, letting them bounce with every hard thrust rafe delivers, not going easy on you despite it being 16 full days since you last had him.
“never doing no nut november again.” rafe promises you, pressing your lips back together in a searing kiss as you wrap your free arm around his shoulder and pulling him into you, his chest pressing against your sensitive nipples.
“i love your cock so much.” you moan, knowing when this is over you are going right upstairs and throwing that dildo away again.
“cum for me baby.” rafe begs, already feeling a second orgasm build, somehow having more cum to give you.
“yes, rafe!” you shout, back arching up off the floor as you cum, rubbing your clit to completion as rafe finishes inside you again, the excess of cum spilling out even as he keeps himself deep inside of you.
rafe collapses on top of you, twisting to the side so all your weight isn’t on him. he flinches when his bare skin hits the floor. “fuck, it’s cold.”
“it’s tile, dummy.” you giggle, causing rafe to groan when your pussy tightens. “take me upstairs, please.” you press your lips to rafe.
“i need a little bit of a break, baby.” rafe says, and you can tell from the way his cock is steadily softening inside of you.
“nope, you can eat me out until you’re ready to go again. i absolutely deserve this.” rafe laughs softly, “okay, you do.”
nov. 17
“you didn’t tell me this is what you had to do if you lost!” you shout at rafe as he looks at himself in the mirror.
“would it have changed how crazy horny you were?” rafe asks.
“i mean- no.” you sigh. “but you could have told me! i probably could have made it 15 more days if you just fingered me or something!” “do you wanna do it for me or do i have to do it myself?” rafe asks, causing you to snatch the clippers out of his hand.
“i’ll do it.” you run the blade over his head, watching as the gorgeous blond strands of hair fall off your boyfriends head, having to buzz it because he couldn’t resist fucking you for an entire month.
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wonderthor · 2 months
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being whiny and needy with choso
you were the one that woke up extremely horny and touched starved (this time), but being the sweetie pie that he is he let you ride him until you come.
but you can’t.
you’re whining and whimpering because you just can’t get there yet. speeding up, slowing down, moving your hips in so many different ways. none of it is working, but you need to come so bad!
“baby”, he calls out to you, and you look at him with a hint of frustrated tears in your eyes.
“baby, shh just relax for me okay? i got you, let me take care of it, yeah?”, he whispers as he cradles your cheek in his hand.
as soon as you nod, he grips your hips and lifts you up and down on his cock, rolling your hips back and forth in a way that instantly makes your mouth open wide and your head fall back. you brace yourself on his pecs and he momentarily takes one of his hands off of your hips, his other holding a tighter grip to compensate. you look down at him and see that he uses his free hand to pick up one of yours, kissing your palm with his eyes locked on you. then, he holds your hand as he picks up his pace.
your mind was empty as your eyes stayed on his, knowing nothing else but him. you barely were able to think about how strong he was to be able to pick you up and down over and over with only one hand. your orgasm had crept up on you without you even paying attention.
“cho, i’m…it-”
“i know baby, i know. give it to me, please?”
he kisses your knuckles before putting his hand back on your hip, fucking up into you and he pulls you up and down against him. you arch your back and burrow your nails into his chest, holding on tight. your eyes leaving his trance and going back into your skull.
“ohhh fuck!”
he lets one of his thumbs trail over to your clit, rubbing hard and fast.
“that’s it, that’s it baby. please, please give it to me. give it to me, give it to me,” he growled out through clenched teeth.
just that quickly, the coil snapped and you came all over his dick with a loud moan. the intensity of your orgasm spurred his and he came right behind you, filling you up. when you were tired of holding yourself up, he pulled you down to lay on his chest, rubbing your back as your breaths slowly calmed down in harmony.
it was just like that how you both fell asleep.
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NANAMI is 100% a spanker.
He loves your ass. He could just stare at you for hours on end, no matter what you’re wearing at the time. Be it a pencil skirt, yoga pants, sport shorts or a dress. He could just stand there and watch you move, glutes moving up and down, hips swaying. It makes him swoon.
And while he could stand and stare, he’d much rather feel it up against his palm. He’d slap your buttocks once he walks past you, soft and teasing. Depending on your response the situation elevates. 
More times than not you find yourself sprawled out on his lap, his hands colliding with the skin multiple times over until he can feel it get warmer. His ears are immune to your cries,gasping at the force that comes with the loud clapping. Sometimes he’d stop to tease your clit gently, fingertips rubbing the bundle of nerves to hear a soft moan from you or have you tighten your shaking thighs over his palm. But it’s not too long before his hand is swinging in the air and against your reddened ass.
At some other occasions, he finds himself subconsciously feeling your ass in the morning. His large hands explore the soft flesh, squishing it tightly in his palm and giving it light slaps every so often.
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GOJO, on the other hand, is a hair puller.
Honestly, there is no specific reason that he likes to pull your hair so much. Mostly he just likes the feeling of your hair filling into his fist, no matter the length of it, locks running between his fingers. It's an oddly satisfying to him .
He’s very random with it, too. Satoru would approach you while doing the dishes, one second his arms are wrapped lovingly around your waist, and the next his hand fists as much as it can of your hair and tugs at it “A-a- ah- Satoru– let go, seriously,” You’d grumble, face scrunched at the suddenness of it. “Mm, Gotta ask nicely, baby,” his hand continues to grab your hair tightly. Judging by the amused smirk on his face, he’s just messing around. Must get a kick out of it.
It’s another reason he loves seeing you on your knees before him. Your mouth consumes so much of his length, hands pumping whatever your mouth couldn’t fit in. All Satoru has to do is sit back, feel good, and pull at your hair. It’s easy control. And Satoru loves this control, as if steering your head however he likes. Not that your skilled mouth needs direction. 
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✨Sensitivity✨
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I am an absolute SLUT for Luci’s wings so I wanted to write something with them :), huge thank you to @myhornybrainonlyknowsthis for the help 💖
Also I’m legit on a cruise ship rn, but @amberlouise473 knows I gotta feed y’all like I’m tossing corn to my chickens 🤣
Lucifer x f!sinner reader
Summary: You’re super curious about Lucifer’s wings, but neither of you knew how sensitive they were. You didn’t know how sensitive you could be either…
Warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, ruined clothes, pet names, oral (f receiving), face riding, over stimulation, multiple orgasms
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It was time for bed and Lucifer was still working. You knew he worked late sometimes but this seemed a little later than usual. You decided to take a look to see if he was still in his office. Sure enough, you saw him sitting down at his desk when you entered the room. But when you looked closer, you saw that he’d fallen asleep at his desk, his head resting in his arms. He looked so peaceful lying there, you almost didn’t want to disturb him. But you knew he’d feel a lot better if he actually slept in your bed instead of hunched over his desk. Quietly, you walked towards him trying not to make any loud noises that might startle him. You placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking it lightly.
“Luci?,” you whispered, “Luci, it’s time for bed, wake up sleepy head.” He moaned quietly, but your shaking didn’t seem to have done the trick. You shook his shoulder a little hard. “Luci, c’mon hon.” Nothing. You took your other hand and placed it on his other shoulder, shaking him even more. “Lucifer!,” you nearly screamed!
With that, Lucifer’s eyes shot open, pushing himself off the desk. “AAHHH!!! WHAT?!?! What’s going on?!,” he yelled. You never saw him so frazzled before, it was kind of cute. But what you really didn’t expect was to see Lucifer’s wings spring out from his back. It must have been an involuntary reaction from the shock of being woken up so suddenly. His eyes found yours and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh, it’s you, darling,” he breathed. “You really scared me there! I guess I must have fallen asleep, forgive me.” You were only half listening to him at this moment, your gaze was still fixed on his angelic wings. You’d only seen them once or twice before, but never for long. It was then that Lucifer turned his head and noticed what had caught your attention. “Oh! Sorry about that, it’s a defense mechanism, as silly as that sounds. I’ll put them away-”
“No, wait!”, you shouted louder than you meant to. Lucifer cocked an eyebrow at you, not understanding why you had stopped him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just…I never get to see your wings. They’re really beautiful.”
A light blush dashed across his face, he gave you a shy smile. “O-oh, thank you! I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me.”
“That’s a shame,” you pouted, “I think they’re incredible.” You walked closer to him to get a better look at them. Their white and red coloring were breathtaking. Their length took up almost the entirety of the room you were in, and his office was not small in the least. A tiny part of you wondered if he always had red feathers, or if they had changed after he…
Perhaps that was a question for another time.
“Are they heavy?,” you inquired.
“Oh! Umm, I don’t think so,” Lucifer pondered. “I don’t really notice if they are. I might have gotten used to them over the last 10,000 or so years.”
“Can I…touch them?,” you asked shyly, averting Lucifer’s gaze.
He smiled. “Of course, love. Let’s go back to our room, shall we?”
Lucifer’s wings disappeared for now as he gently grabbed your hand and led you out of his office. Once you reached your bedroom, he unfastened his shirt and threw it off to the side. It made you blush, even though his bare chest was not a new sight to you. Lucifer noticed your reddened face and smirked.
“It’s a little easier this way, don’t you think?,” he chuckled. He walked over to the bed and sat down, crossing his legs in the process. He tapped his thigh, offering you a seat in his lap. You smiled and wrapped your legs around his torso, straddling him. “You ready?,” he asked with a little smile. You nodded your head eagerly. In an instant, his three sets wings appeared again. You noticed something was a little different though.
“I could have sworn they were bigger,” you puzzled.
“No, you’re right, they were,” Lucifer laughed. “I can control how large or small they need to be. They might have broken something in here if they were any bigger!”
You chuckled lightly. They were even more breathtaking up close, his scarlet feathers glistened even in the dim lighting of the room. You stuck out your hands and touched the top of his first set of wings. Unexpectedly, Lucifer inhaled sharply from your touch, screwing his eyes shut. You pulled away instantly.
“Oh no!,” you gasped. “Did I hurt you? I swear I barely touched them! I’m sorry!”
Lucifer exhaled slowly and opened his eyes again. “No, no, it’s alright, love,” he cooed, “it wasn’t painful. I just didn’t expect the sensation. Let’s just say they’re…more sensitive than I originally thought.” It was only then you felt a bump forming between your legs.
Oh…OH!
You quickly caught on to what he was referring to. And having you straddle his lap probably wasn’t helping. A small smirk crept across your face. You couldn’t resist the urge to make him squirm from your touch; the thought excited you.
“Well, in that case…” you smiled slyly, reaching out for his wings once more. This time, you gave them a slightly firmer grip than before. Lucifer nearly yelped from your touch and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You ran your hands up and down the tops of his wings, almost massaging them in a way. Lucifer was unable to hold back his moans.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart,” he panted.
You loved the sight of him bending so easily to your simple touches. You wondered if you could break him. You began to shift your hips in his lap, grinding on the now very apparent bulge in his pants. Lucifer nearly sobbed as you ground your hips against him. You moved your hands down to his second set of wings to give them some attention. You could tell he was unraveling quickly.
“D-Dear,” he choked out, “i-if you don’t stop, I’m g-gonna…f-fuck…”
His plea only made you grind against him at a faster pace while continuing to stroke his sensitive wings. At this point he couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, only broken moans and gutural sounds left his lips. You moved your hands down to his smallest set of his wings, pinching them between your fingers.
“FuckfuckfuckFUCK,” Lucifer cried out as your movements finally pushed him over the edge. He bit down on your shoulder as he came, completely ruining in pants. Once he came down from his high, he looked into your eyes, almost distraught.
“I’m…I’m so sorry,” he whimpered. “I-I didn’t think that…I didn’t mean to…” He couldn’t finish his sentence. His wings disappeared from sight as he buried his head into you chest
“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” you told him as you lifted his head up to plant a tender kiss to his lips. The small tears that had formed in his eyes fell down the side of his face, but you wiped them away with your thumbs. “Luci, please don’t apologize,” you soothed. “You never have to feel sorry for that! Did you feel good?”
Lucifer steadied his breathing, trying his best to calm down. “Yes, love, it was amazing. You’re amazing.” He lifted you off his lap and placed you on the mattress while he stood up, discarding the rest of his now filthy clothes. “But I absolutely refuse to be the only one being pleasured tonight.”
Without warning, Lucifer leaned down and crashed his lips into yours, filing your mouth with his tongue. You moaned against his lips, feeling as though you might be devoured by him. Lucifer tugged at the hem of your pajama pants, asking permission to remove them. “Mhmm,” was all you could mumble. In one swift motion, your pants had vanished and all you felt was the cool air on your legs. Lucifer brought down his fingers to your folds, loving the feeling of how wet you were for him. He captured your moan on his lips, but suddenly pulled his fingers away, leaving you to whine in protest.
Lucifer broke your kiss and brought his soaked finger to his lips, tasting your sweet nectar. “Mmm, you always taste so delectable, darling,” he marveled. You couldn’t help but blush at his words, he knew just what buttons to press when it came to you. He crawled back up on the bed and laid flat on his back, his head propped up by the pillows. “Come have a seat, sweetheart,” he teased as he pointed to his coy smiling face.
Your face became extreme hot as you crawled towards the demon king. You made your way on top of him and came to a halt when your dripping cunt hovered right above Lucifer’s eager smile.
“A meal fit for a king, truly,” he laughed as he dug his face into your aching pussy. You nearly screamed as his forked tongue worked his magic along your slit. He devoured you, making sure every inch of you was consumed. His lips found your clit and started to kiss and suck at it. He’d only just started and you were ready to snap.
“O-Oh my God, Lucifer, shhhiiittt, I’m so close…s-s-so close…,” you whined.
“God can’t hear you down here, angel,” he teased you before continuing to lap at your folds. He made quick work of you, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.
“Fuuuuccckkkk, imcummingIMCUMMIMG,” you screamed as you finally felt your walls clench and spasm around nothing. Lucifer happily swallowed your juices as your orgasm started to recede. You tried to lift yourself up off Lucifer’s face, but he kept a firm grip on your legs.
“I’m not done with you, love,” he chuckled. With a snap of his fingers, golden shackles formed around your ankles, the chain hooked underneath Lucifer’s back. A twisted look of fear and passion flashed across your face. You were trapped.
“L-Luci…what are you-” you tried to asked but were cut off by another long lick up your sensitive cunt. A gutural moan escaped your mouth, you still hadn’t fully recovered from your orgasm.
“I thought it would only be fair to ruin you, since you ruined my clothes,” he chastised playfully. “But if at any time it becomes too much for you, tell me and I’ll let you go immediately, okay?”
“Al-Alright,” you stuttered, trembling from the anticipation.
Lucifer hummed against your lower lips. “I’ll make this a little easier for you, sweetheart.” You saw Lucifer’s form start to change beneath you. His horns had erupted from his head while his eyes shifted to a deep red and gold color with onyx irises. “Something for you to hold onto,” he murmured sensually.
Tentatively, you took hold of his horns and braced yourself for his next move. You didn’t have to wait long before you felt his tongue attacking your cunt once more. The grip you had on his horns could have torn your skin clean off with how tight you were holding them while he nipped and sucked your overstimulated clit. Before you knew it, your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first. Then your third, your fourth, your cunt was getting absolutely abused by Lucifer who hadn’t shown any signs of slowing down since he started. After your fifth orgasm washed over you, your legs had given out from under you, completely collapsing on top of Lucifer.
“No more…,” you begged. “No more, please…”
Lucifer snapped his fingers and the shackles around your ankles disappeared in an instant. You conjured up the remainder of your strength to push yourself off him and roll over onto your side, an absolutely breathless mess. You could hardly keep your eyes open. You could feel yourself losing consciousness until Lucifer pulled you flush to his chest.
“You did so well, my dear,” he murmured against your ear. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”
“Sleep…” was all you could muster. Lucifer chuckled lightly, kissing your cheek ever so softly.
“Goodnight, love,” you heard him whisper as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. It was the best sleep you ever had.
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“I just think they’re neat!” - Me w/ Lucifer’s wings also Lucifer inventend pussy eating, this is fact, ALSO also something something handlebar horns
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Yandere! Monster x Reader Headcanons
You find yourself kidnapped into a half-breed family of monsters and humans, for the purpose of an arranged marriage. Luckily for you, the groom is their only pure human, terribly handsome and charming. You'd perhaps appreciate him more if your eyes weren't glued to his monstrous older sibling...
Content: female reader, monster smut, reader is a shameless monster hoe
[Part 2]
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You always imagined such kidnappings to be of theatrical intensity, being scooped up against your will as you scream and flail your arms, longing for a savior. The affair itself felt more like a formal summoning. Mysterious men appeared before you and merely announced that your presence is required, unfortunately without the choice of refusal. Might as well. You packed necessities under their polite supervision and now you're sitting at the table, facing multiple strangers who are casually enjoying their lunch. One of them, the head of the family apparently, explains that half-breeds are in a rather sensitive place when one considers human and monster politics. Thus, every now and then, they will do whatever it takes to strengthen their bonds and show good intent towards both species. This time it's an arranged marriage with a fellow human.
Why you, in particular? No need to concern yourself with intricate details. What matters now is that you are to be married soon and your groom is right here, enthusiastically waving in a welcoming greeting. You scan his features and can't help but agree with the family: he is, by all definitions, a conventionally handsome man. His face is carefully chiseled in most elegant, yet masculine features. His voice is confident but warm, and you can tell by the flock of servants hovering around that he's rather popular. After the luxurious meal he guides you around the imposing home, showing you to your room and briefing you on future responsibilities. Caring, attentive, and several other checks that you can easily mark in his favor.
Yet one vital aspect has been omitted. The prince's mesmerizing beauty was rather swiftly discarded once you realized the presence of his older sibling, a pure monster blood towering above everyone else and idly eating his food, uninterested. You managed to hide your blush in time, but you couldn't help throwing curious glances. Might've been easier for everyone involved if they handed out 'monster lover' badges. Alas, you weren't prepared to ever be faced with the choice.
The next day you're awoken by the murmur of diligent work, as both servants and family pace back and forth about their plans. You sneak your way out - since nothing is yet expected of you - and wander until you find your intended target: the beastly sibling is polishing a bizarre weapon you don't recognize in what seems to be a storage room littered with battle memorabilia. He notices your presence and acknowledges you with a bored nod. You ask whether you may observe his current activity and he looks up at you, raising an eyebrow suspiciously before agreeing. Why would you care? Certainly there's more entertaining things for you to do as a soon-to-be bride.
As you listen to his little stories from the battleground (hardy monsters like him are better off fighting, not socializing), you have to pat your cheeks in desperate attempts to cool down your burning blush. "H-how comes you don't have a partner?" You mutter, almost feverish. "Not interested. Plus, who would dare to marry me?" he jokes, focused on the sharp item in his clawed hands. There it is. Hesitation and diplomacy out the window, you rearrange yourself, smoothening your clothing, and whisper: "Well, if I had to choose, I would've preferred you as my husband..."
Once again he stares at you bewildered. Have you come here to mock him or something? A frail, pretty human like you, about to tie the knot with his stunning younger brother, showing up here and behind everyone's backs to openly flirt with him. Ridiculous beyond comprehension. His skin is thick enough to not mind such twisted humor, so if anything he's impressed by your audacity. Alright, if you've come for jokes, he'll comply. He places his weapon down and fully turns to you. A little scare might teach you to be more respectful with your in-laws next time.
With a speedy movement that's barely registered by your eyes, he pushes you on the floor and pins you by the wrists, lowering himself uncomfortably close to your face. "If you tease me like this, I might not be able to hold back." He says as he forces himself to smile extra hard, revealing the multiple rows of fangs. "In fact, I can't guarantee you'd make it out of here alive." Hopefully he isn't going too far with his tactics. He senses your frantic breathing and is about to apologize for continuing your prank, but you blurt out in a daze: "Yes, please! I've been thinking about it ever since I saw you." You're panting for dear life as your face is turning a deep shade of red.
Uh oh. Now this is awkward. You weren't...you weren't kidding. For a moment, he freezes in place, trying to recollect himself to no avail. Fucking your brother's future wife in a storage room in the middle of the day feels like poorly written erotic romance. Then again, he can't deny the sudden urge overwhelming him at the mere thought of it. You're squirming underneath him, gliding your legs across his now obvious bulge. His common sense is hanging by a comically thin thread and he can almost hear the instant when it snaps. Thankfully some leftovers of sanity must have remained in the back of his mind and his lustful grunts while pounding you are kept low enough that no one is notified of your horny deeds. Shutting you up was the bigger challenge.
"Is this too tight, miss?" You spin in front of the mirror and the servant readjusts the lace corset adorning your wedding dress. You have to hold back your yawn. Downright shameless and perverted of you to daydream about your monster boyfriend while trying on bridal gowns, but it's not like you agreed to it to begin with. You were kind of hoping to discuss future dating prospects post-intercourse, but someone had been looking for you shortly afterwards and you struggled to regain your composure. Your scary-looking suitor shooed you away with the promise of a reunion.
Before the servant can reach for the next dress, you both jump, startled by angry shouts coming from the hall. You rush outside to witness the older sibling standing before the head of the family. The wrathful threats were coming from the much smaller half-human. "Y-you can't just decide like that!" He screams. "Of course I can. You're welcome to fight me for it." The monster sibling flashes a smug grin. "Can anyone here defeat me?" His question is met with silence. He spots you and gestures you to come towards him. "I'll say it one more time. Find another human for my brother if you have to. This one is mine." He ends his sentence in a low growl and you shiver underneath his heavy arm. Boy, what a time to be alive.
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