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egg hunt

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: oral sex (m! receiving), balls, questionable use of sex toys, semi-public blowjobs, eggs, Joel is a giant bunny, feelings, misunderstandings leading to angst. word count: 5.9k summary: Catching Joel dressed as a giant rabbit in your backyard wasn't on your bingo card for things to happen to you this year. But, what waits for you beneath the bunny suit, and in his basket, aren't the only surprises you'll have tonight.

A/N: truth be told I find eggs genuinely, criminally funny in every possible way, as well as disgusting, so happy Easter!

These egg things are hilarious, but also not nearly as fun as they seem, though if I'd had the genius idea to stick 'em on some balls I imagine I would've had a much better time tbh.

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You almost don't notice, too busy shoving your cup harshly against the ice dispenser before taking a long, deep, gulp of the cold liquid. But then you see it, and it's not the shock of cold to your esophagus that makes your eyes widen, spluttering icy water before sucking in a desperate breath.

No. It's the ghostly white figure rummaging around in your backyard on all fours.

You duck down just as it stands, holding on tightly to the counter edge with both hands, before crawling to the backdoor to check it's locked, keeping you safely inside away from whatever this thing was. But, just as you reach for the latch, the creature stands on two legs, stretching back with two thick arms on its waist.

The figure is broad, and tall, and... dressed in what appears to be a giant bunny onesie. Even with it's head covered in a white hood, bunny ears flapping as the creature bends and moves, you know what it is. Who it is. You'd recognize those shoulders just about anywhere, and no one else would pull something like this at 9pm on a Sunday.

It had been weeks since you last saw him, but you can't say that was a surprise - what you had wasn't exactly a regular thing, if it could be called a thing at all. That doesn't mean you hadn't been hoping for it, counting down the days to the next holiday in hopes you'd see him again - There was no denying your disappointment St. Patrick's day came and went with no sign of a leprechaun and a pot of gold. Now, he was finally here, dressed head to toe in a bunny suit, doing fuck knows what to your lawn.

"The fucker..."

Unlocking the door, you slink out into the night, sliding it closed behind you before creeping across the yard. This was new, getting to be the one to surprise him. He may have been in your yard, but with each soft step of your foot on the grass it looked like you were finally going to one up him.

But then he turns around, looking toward the house and seemingly straight through you for a moment...

Before his eyes focus on you in the dark, and everything in his hands goes tumbling to the ground as he practically leaps out of his bunny suit.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ."

"We've got to stop meeting like this," you say watching Joel's giant bunny ears flap in the air with his movement as he bends, reaching down to the grass to pick up the basket he dropped.

"You half scared the shit outta me, what're you doin' out here?" he grumbles as he rights himself.

"What are you doing out here? It's my yard. You Bunny Joel this time?" you joke, crossing your arms over your chest in a not-so-smooth attempt to cover yourself. Getting properly dressed had been the last thing on your mind when you stumbled down the stairs, legs still jelly and head still fuzzy from post-orgasm bliss. The only thought that registered was how damn thirsty you were as you tugged a worn, old shirt over your head and made your way to the kitchen. It wasn't cool enough to blame the temperature shift on your quickly puckering nipples, and you didn't feel like explaining where your panties were or why your thighs were simultaneously sticky and slippery. You're just grateful you put on anything at all, and at the very least it was long enough to cover your ass.

Joel smirks, your fruitless attempt at modesty not going unnoticed. "Ain't no regular bunny, darlin'. I'm the Easter Bunny."

"And the difference is...?"

"Eggs."

You laugh, folding yourself over a little as you giggle into the night. The whole get up really is ridiculous enough on its own, yet here you are discussing the nuances of being a giant bunny with a man more fond of playing dress up than anyone else you'd ever met.

"Eggs?"

You spot them as soon as the word leaves your mouth - four colorful eggs sat neatly in his basket, and another nestled into your flowerbed. Only, they don't look like normal eggs at all. Squinting in the dark, the yard lit only by shitty solar lights you'd bought online last summer, you can make out the neat patterns swirled all over them. This was not the handiwork of some enthusiastic child dying eggs for Easter - they looked professionally painted. Joel shakes the basket at you as you continue to squint at it, and you realise not a single one has cracked or broken, even after being dropped on the floor.

"What are they? Egg shaped bouncy balls?"

"Got some balls right here if you're really that interested," he jokes, looking obscene as he waggles his eyebrows at you beneath the hood of the bunny onesie. "Here, they're just these... things. My brother got 'em for me as a joke, it's a long story."

He passes you one of the eggs, the surface smooth and cool in your hand. There's writing on it that you can just about make out, but you still have no clue what you're holding as you turn it around in your palm.

Sensing your confusion, Joel offers a choice gesture, as he explains that they're for "Y'know."

It clicks. Well, sort of. You know for sure then that they're not something you could sneak away for some solo playtime, like with the plug he dutifully left on by your bedside so many weeks ago but maybe, like the contraptions Joel had strapped over his balls your last two encounters, you could enjoy them together.

"Wait, so... you're giving me a thing for anatomy I don't even have?"

"No it's not like that, I just thought - I, well, shit."

"I'm just fuckin' with you, Bunny Joel. Though giving me a gift that's really a gift for yourself is a bit of a dick move."

"Ain't a dick move if you like 'em, sweetheart. And it's Easter Bunny Joel," he corrects with a wink, smiling at you as he drops the basket on the ground to pull at his neck tie. The man looks good in pink, you think, as he fiddles with the floppy satin.

"Y'know, Easter Bunny Joel doesn't quite roll off the tongue."

"Don't it?"

"Nope," you say with a pop, pinching the material of Joel's Bunny onesie to feel the fabric between your finger tips as your roll the egg across the palm of your other hand. "Think you need a better name than that."

"Okay, I'll bite. What you got in mind?"

You're walking your fingers down his chest now, dancing them in a criss-cross pattern across the fastenings at the front of the suit until you reach his hip and slowly you drag the tips of your fingers closer to his crotch until you're cupping his bulge. You wouldn't say he's entirely flaccid, there's certainly something there, but the length of him still feels pliable beneath your hand as you stroke over the front of his costume.

"I was thinking... Flopsy," you say with a squeeze of your palm against his cock, biting back a laugh when you hear him hiss a breath of night air through his teeth.

"Real funny."

"What? If you're committed to the bit, I can be too," and before he can protest you slip the fingers of your free hand between the fastenings on the front of his suit. You can feel his skin underneath, hot and sticky, trapped beneath the synthetic fabric of the bunny costume. At the very least, he's topless under there, and eager to find out more, you quickly yank at the front, grinning devilishly at Joel as the fabric pops open slightly.

"You really wanna be gettin' into this out here?"

"You scared, Flopsy?" you say, with another squeeze to his now much harder cock. "That side is up for sale, and Janet is out of town until Tuesday. No one's seeing anything. Unless you're scared someone might hear something... but I guess you'll just have to keep quiet."

"F- you're gonna be the death of me, darlin'," he mutters, pulling at his pink tie so it hangs loosely around his neck, giving him better movement to look down at your hand where it strokes his cock over the soft plush of the rabbit costume.

You tug again at the suit and with a rapid pop pop pop, the remaining fastenings hiding his chest from you pull open, revealing him to you and... he's a mess. From the neck down he's covered in streaks of paint, multicolored blooms splattered across him, dusting his ribs like a rainbow of bruises.

"Kid had some powder paint stuff - y'know that festival of color thing? Well, kid had some left after a party with a friend from school... had a little fight in the yard earlier before I dropped her back with her mom for the week," he explains quickly, rubbing a hand nervously against his chest and smearing the splattered rainbow there. You make a mental note, adding has a kid to the very short list of confirmed facts you know about Joel. It's not exactly a surprise revelation, all things considered - the costumes had to come from somewhere, and most grown men don't just have fairy wings and toy bows and arrows lying around.

"Well, Flopsy, you make a mighty fine canvas, but I think I might need a hand with this."

The egg you'd been turning in your hand is deposited back into his grasp just as you tug him forward giving him a peck on the chin as you look at him expectantly. Joel knows he shouldn't pull you toward him and kiss you out here, he thinks he knows that the expectant look is nothing to do with kissing him and everything to do with the egg in his hand, but he does anyway. Slotting his mouth against yours, he pulls you into his chest, the sweat of his skin transfering blotches of paint from his chest to your old shirt. But you don't care, holding yourself tighter to him, pushing your fingers underneath his hood to card them through his hair. Joel groans into your mouth when your fingertips rub at his scalp. You're in half a mind to call him such a good bunny but the air, and the thought, is knocked out of you the next second when he presses a hand against your ass, pulling you further into him so he can grind his hardened length against your lower belly.

It's been far too long since someone held you against them like this, and far too long since Joel had had someone like you in his arms. As he kisses and kisses you, you're starting to feel more and more insane, and maybe you are - maybe accepting this man into your home with such regularity is the mark of insanity, some kind of as-of-yet undiscovered syndrome that's going to be named after you.

Eventually, you muster the strength to pull away, slapping a hand gently to his chest and nodding down to the egg gripped in his fist. You're eager to see it in action, even if you still can't quite picture what it is.

"C'mon, open it for me. Gotta properly thank the Easter Bunny for bringing me Easter eggs."

Joel slips the wrapper of the egg, something you never could've figured out on your own without decent lighting to guide your way, and presses a thumb into the side of it, popping the top off the egg in one smooth movement.

Before he can hand it to you, you slip down to your knees, bare shins resting against the cool, damp grass. It's a beautiful clear night, not trace of the moon in sight just yet, but the glimmer of stars sparkling relentlessly overhead regardless. You hadn't noticed how hot you'd gotten, but being around Joel always seemed to do this to you. Your cheeks felt hot, your heart beat faster, and your head felt slightly dizzy - the result of it emptying itself of all thoughts except the ones that made you make questionable decisions it seemed. Of course, this time the heat wasn't just from proximity, but from that damned fabric of his costume, the synthetic fibers making you feel sweaty as you held onto him. The grass beneath you is a welcome relief against your warm skin, sending the fine hairs on your body prickling at the sensation.

"This how you say thank you to everyone? On your knees?"

"It's how I say thank you to giant bunnies, Joel," you quip back, pressing a kiss to the softness of his belly. You litter a string of kisses down the trail of hair until you reach the boundary of the bunny suit. Whether he's commando or you have another layer to get through, you don't yet know, but you waste no time finding out. With the hook of your finger and a final swift pull, the last fastenings bursts open, revealing Joel's heavy length straining against the front of his boxers. Where his tip tents the fabric, a darker patch blooms, turning the gray practically black with precum.

In your dreams, and there had been many of them, it didn't go like this. Dream you rarely went three rounds with themselves before Joel popped up to come fuck her brains out. Dream you was clever. And, as good as your solo session this evening was, you can't help but have a little regret for ruining yourself before the surprise main event. It was like eating a big meal right before someone suggested getting pizza. You could (and damn well would) eat pizza, but you couldn't enjoy it the same way. Pizza or Joel, you were going to savor it as best you could.

"Such a tease, Flopsy," you murmur as you kiss across his covered cock, nuzzling your face into it and watching in glee as his hand grips the opened egg that little bit tighter. Your fingers are pulling again, this time tugging down at his waistband. Joel is in half a mind to rid the egg of its shell and use the damn thing as a stress ball. It had been too long since last time, and since he last came two fucking days ago, to be seeing you on your knees for him in that flimsy t-shirt. It felt like a gift from the heavens and divine retribution wrapped up in one you shaped package.

As you pull his cock from the confines of his boxers, feeling the deep pulse of the blood in his veins as you wrap your fingers around him, you can't believe your luck at getting to see it in the flesh again. As brilliantly as your mind can concoct the image of it, the reality of it is so much better than any fantasy. Before you let yourself get lost in it, you reach for Joel's hand, grabbing the egg back from him and watching the top fall to the ground and roll across your lawn.

"It stretches. Goes over and you just - uh - stroke with it I guess."

The inside is far from what you expected. You almost find it gross, the translucent white interior far squishier than you expected that it'd be bordering on slimey if it was wet too. Joel laughs down at you, seeing your face as you try to work out what the fuck you're holding, pulling it free from the rest of the shell and seeing a hole stuffed with a plastic tube. You can see what he means now, and you let a soft oh fall from your lips as you tug the tube filled with a sachet of lube from the middle of the toy. You feel inside, running your fingers over soft ridges, and you can only imagine how nice it must feel sliding wetly up and down a cock and, not for the first time in your life, you wish you could experience it yourself. But, the next best thing is right in front of you, and that'll have to do.

"These feel good?" you ask, his eyes turning glassy as you examine the inside of the stroker while your hand still tugs slowly up and down his cock.

Joel sighs deeply, nodding down at you, the obscene bunny ears still flopping on his head with each movement. "S'good. Nothin' like the real deal but, yeah. Feel nice."

Gripping Joel's cock in your fist, you begin to stroke gently up and down, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his cock until he's steely hard beneath your palm. The solar lights are starting to dim, their charge from the day already running out, but you can still see the dusky red tip, and the blue of the vein that runs down his shaft. You squish the toy in your other hand, the temptation to taste too strong to just leave all the fun to the squishy silicone. So, you press a delicate kiss right to the tip.

"Oh fuck," Joel hisses.

"Missed it," you confess on your knees with another kiss.

"Yeah? Well, s'all yours." Mine.

"Really? Your bunny wife not going to chase me out of my own yard?"

"Know damn well I ain't got a wife, I ain't the cheatin' kind, darlin', don't you worry."

And that admission alone sends your aching cunt throbbing between your legs, wishing even more desperately now that you weren't completely wrecked and oversensitive from your ill-timed playtime upstairs.

"Good," is all you say before taking his head in your mouth with a swirl of your tongue, a satisfied moan vibrating against his tip as you taste him properly for the first time in 4 months. "I've been thinking about doing this."

"Yeah? Been thinking about sucking my cock?"

"Mhm."

"Shit."

A simple continuous swirl of your tongue and small bob of your head was apparently enough to have him gripping his hands into tight fists, clearly fighting some internal demons to keep himself from coming so soon. Your mind absolutely fizzes with it, that this man wants you, likes what you do to him so much that you can have such an affect on him. And when you suck lightly, his head tips back so far the hood slides back off his head. All you can see is the underside of his jaw from where you look up from your knees, and when looks back down at you with heavy eyes, he looks the most normal you've ever seen him. He's not Santa, nor Cupid, and the costume that had rendered him Bunny Joel just a second ago instead drapes around him like nothing more than a soft, white coat.

"Thought about you tasting you," you mutter between mouthing at his cock, slicking his entire length with your saliva. "Having you come in my mouth. On my face."

Joel groans again, much louder this time and you can't help but laugh, mouth pressed to his balls, at his feeble attempt at silence. You press the tip of your finger, egg still clutched in your fist, to his dribbling slit, and drag a tooth grazing kiss across his sensitive ball skin as you silence him with a whisper.

"Shh, Flopsy. You don't want us to get caught."

"Fuckin' Flopsy, I should -"

But you don't hear what he should do, because you engulf his tip with your mouth once again and Joel finds himself speechless as you immediately slide your lips further down his slicked length with ease. You work him in your mouth, sucking him as you move up and down. He can't stop moaning, he doesn't even try. He should, he thinks. You deserve better than getting caught in your backyard doing something like this, but all he can think about each time you move your tongue just like that is how fucking good your mouth feels.

He feels like he's going to come. Your hand is massaging gently over his balls, your mouth working his cock to a near frenzy, and he is absolutely, one hundred percent sure he's going to come. You know he's almost there. If the groaning wasn't enough, the tightening in his balls and the twitching of his cock were a clear sign he was about to blow.

Then you stop.

Just like that, your mouth is gone. Your hands too. And he's having to force himself to look down at you where you stare in awe at the stroker in your hands, glistening with lube you'd poured into it as he bit his lip and fought off coming, untouched, into the breeze.

You want to use it on him, to listen to him groan as you stroke him with the soft silicone, and watch his every move as you work him over the edge. And his cock, as if calling to you like some kind of siren of the sea, beckons you in, accepting an offering of one last kiss before you raise the stroker.

"It's so stretchy," you gasp, as you slide the toy over the tip of Joel's cock. You can pull it almost all the way down the length of him. You make a few experimental twists and jerks, before settling into a slow rhythm, teasing him just as you'd teased yourself and dragged out your own orgasm upstairs.

It's interesting. Slipperier than your own hand, easier than your own mouth, but not quite the same as either. You can't feel him like this, and you certainly can't taste him.

"Do you like it?" you ask, and Joel doesn't quite know what to answer. He does like it - he likes having your hands on him any way he can get it, but he can't feel you in the same way like this. And it's definitely not as good as your mouth, or any other hole of yours he's fucked.

There's just enough light to see his face give a noncommittal twitch and you're peeling the toy off of him, sucking his tip back into your mouth quickly, moaning as the taste of him hits your tongue.

"Good, because I prefer it like this too."

"Fuck, yeah."

Now though, you have a lubed up, saggy egg in your hand and nowhere to put it. Until an absolutely inspired idea hits you square in the face and you're grinning with Joel's cock in your mouth.

He barely sees the fiendish look in your eye, just notices as you pull off him again, and he could scream. Then, something smooth and cold coats his balls. Your fingers are cradling him delicately, thumb and forefinger stretching open the toy until with a gentle wiggle, his balls are encased in the squishy silicone. And holy fuck, is it like nothing he's ever felt.

"Don't think that's how you use it, darlin'. But, shit, it's good," he gasps as you gently massage his balls through the toy. It's like having a soft cool mouth encasing his entire ballsack, while your actual mouth kisses delicately all over his cock. "C'mon now, stop your teasin', gotta come in the pretty fuckin' mouth."

He's back in your mouth before he even finishes his sentence, your mouth sounding wet an obscene as you work him up and up and up all over again. You draw him in deeper, his cock meeting the back of your throat, over and over, his hand coming to cup your face and delicately wipe away a tear from your watering eyes. Fuck, you're wishing more than ever that you could just jump on him, that your cunt wasn't wrecked, or that it didn't matter, that you could go infinite rounds and still want to be touched again and again. But that wasn't you. You had a limit and, even though you'd reached it, the want in you didn't go away and neither did the slick feeling between your legs or the deep throb of your pulse beating away in your clit.

Joel's fingers grip tighter on the side of your face, a soft thrust of his hips meeting every movement of your head. Catching his eye almost kills you then and there with his cock wedged at the back of your throat. He looks as wrecked as you feel, dark eyes shining down like black holes from space now that the light from your solar lamps has all but fucked off. The paint and rabbit ears almost fade away into the background as you hold yourself down on his cock, making yourself whine around him. You're starting to think if you sucked his cock for long enough you could make yourself come totally untouched, but you don't want to think about it. You can't.

He takes over then. Each slip of your lips down his cock met with a gentle hold, until you both do it all over again. It's easier to hold for longer each time, almost feeling deeper with each slide of his cock across your tongue, the taste of his precum making you salivate as much as having your mouth filled and occupied is.

Then, he presses you down, holding your head as you moan and whine and try desperately to swallow around him, to take more of him as he only seems to get harder.

"Not so Flopsy now, huh?" he asks, releasing you and pushing your head down on his cock once more.

He's fucking into your mouth now, small shallow thrusts hitting the back of your throat, your hand working the toy slickly across his balls as he moans more desperately than you've ever heard him moan before. Despite your teasing and edging, he's the one holding back now, the feel of your mouth on his cock, your nails scratching at his belly, and that damned toy sliding across his balls far too much for him to want to let go of any time soon.

But fuck is he close, and if he's not careful he's going to ruin it for himself by holding back and exploding without warning. He's waited too long for that to happen.

"I'm gonna -"

"Mhm!" you groan around his dick, nodding as much as you can with it in your mouth. You steady your hand against his waist, taking over all movement as he stills the slow gyration of his hips, bobbing your head faster as you suck him down. The swirl and flick of your tongue is positively relentless, and everything feels so wet and warm and fucking perfect that he knows he's a goner.

"Hn-uhhhhh, fuck. Ah, fuck, don't stop, don't stop, fuck, ugh!"

He bursts, salty in your mouth, filling your throat as you swallow around him, massaging and gripping his heavy balls as they twitch in your palm through the thick silicone.

You're only a bit of a mess when you pull off of him. Your lips are swollen and tingly, your hand slippery with lube, but you are totally, utterly content. The slick feeling between your legs is still there, so is the throb, but you're as satisfied as you could possibly be.

Pulling yourself to your feet is another story. Your legs have gone a bit numb from sitting on your knees for so long, and you stumble as you fight to right yourself, Joel catching you just before you tumble into the flowerbed. You laugh in his arms, his mouth pressed to yours as he swallows the sound, consumes it, wills it to make home in his body so he never forgets it.

Joel's fingers work their way under your thin shirt. He'd been looking between your face and your nipples the entire time you were on your knees for him, and he suspects you're entirely naked under there. When his fingers meet your sticky thighs, he thinks he's hit the jackpot, and is ready to return the favor through the haze of his own orgasm, when you stop him.

"I, uh... sorted myself out not too long ago. A few times."

"Damn, if I'd known I woulda come right up and helped you out myself. Thought you were sleepin', house was dark. Jus' playing with this sweet thing all along, huh?"

If he had known, he would have known how much you thought about him as you fucked yourself on your fingers. He would have known how you used the plug he left on your bedside table more than any of the others, crying his name out into the lonely expanse of your bedroom as you came quicker, and harder, than you had any right to. If he had known, he'd know how well and truly fucked you were over a man you still knew practically nothing about.

Of course, you knew some physical things. You knew what he looked like naked, how broad he was and how sweaty he got when he fucked you. You knew what he sounded like groaning into your mouth or laughing at a silly quip you'd thrown at him. You knew what he tasted like, and what you tasted like off of his tongue. But that was where your knowledge of him ended. You didn't know what he did for work, or if he even liked his job. You didn't know his favorite food or color. You didn't know what he sang in the car. You didn't know where he lived or what he drove - you didn't even know his full name, and you knew exactly why.

You were scared. Terrified, actually. Terrified to really get to know him, to break that blissful illusion of the tall, dark stranger who rocked your world on a seasonal basis, only to find you didn't like him at all. Or worse - that he didn't like you.

So, when you walk him through your house, egg disposed of and hands washed, listening to the soft snap of his suit being closed up around his bare body, you desperately try to ignore the longing ache in your chest, stopping any request for him to stay, to take you out for coffee in the morning before it stupidly tumbles out of your mouth. That's not what this is.

Instead, you wordlessly reach for your keys, smiling sweetly to him as if you hadn't just been waging war against yourself inside your head.

"What're you doing," he says, pointing to the keys held in your hand. "Goin' somewhere, or comin' home with me?"

"No, smart ass, this is a key, it locks doors. Just gonna lock up after you leave."

Joel's smile drops from his face. And you don't know why, but it has alarm bells immediately blaring in your head.

"What?" you ask nervously, eyes darting around his face as if you're trying to read his mind as he takes a slow step toward you, a frown slowly pulling his brow down as he pieces some mystery together.

"The door locks when it closes, then you the take the key and lock it again after?"

"... Maybe? Yes?"

"Wait. And you're tellin' me you do that every night."

"Yes, I lock my door every night Joel, what's wrong with that." Obviously your lock was no match for his lock picking skills, but you didn't consider that Joel perhaps didn't know how locks worked at all.

"What's wrong with that is you're unlocking your door every night and leaving it unlocked all night."

Your blood turns cold. You don't know why. You could just not believe him, or test for yourself, but something about his reaction, and his seemingly easy ability to get into your house, tells you that what he says is exactly right. It's your turn for your smile to drop, and you can feel it slip off your face just as your heart starts rapidly hopping in your chest.

"Oh. I - I thought..."

"It ain't that kind of lock, sweetheart. You never checked it after lockin' it?"

"No. No I - My last place, the lock, I had to - oh my god." There's dread now. A sickening cocktail of feelings swirling through your body, turning you red hot and cold over and over as you think of all the things that could've happened, how lucky you were they didn't, after all this time. Damn near a year, and you hadn't figured out how to properly work your own fucking door.

"How d'you think I been gettin' in? Didn't exactly climb down the chimney or fly in through the window the last two times. Maybe shouldn'ta done it that first time, but your tree was driving me mad, seein' it bare like that every time I drove past. You weren't in and the door was open, was only gonna be quick and then..."

You're not listening. Your heart has just stopped like it's been hurtled into a brick wall at 100mph. "Wait, you drive past my house?"

"Where else am I gonna fuckin' drive?!"

A thousand million volts straight to your chest, and your heart is beating again, racing, your voice raising with it, brandishing the pointy end of your key at him like it could save you now. "Have you been stalking me?"

"What? No! I live down the fuckin' street, I drive by to get to my house, I thought you knew that."

"Down the street?"

"Yes. I'm hardly gonna come from outta town just to fix your lights and your sink and fuck off again. I was just... bein' neighborly, I guess."

"You've been in my house fixing my shit without me here?"

It's just revelation after revelation. You can't believe it. You can't believe yourself for one, but you can't believe him either. Only you can. You very much believe him, and you hate that you do and you hate that, deep down, you know he's right and you're exactly the kind of idiot he's undoubtedly thinking you are.

"You ain't fuckin' noticed?! You had a light out in here, your kitchen faucet was drippin', your railin' in your hall closet was bust... you didn't notice anythin'? Are you even fuckin' in that pretty head o' yours?"

Suddenly you're feeling very stupid. The door is one thing, the minor home repairs another, but you'd been under the impression you were both on the same page this entire time. That it was some silly game you played, two strangers who had next to no clue about each other. All this time he knew who you were, but you were too fucking preoccupied and distracted and stupid to see that he was right there.

The heat in your checks crackles in your ears, misting over your eyes and making your entire body feel fuzzy. That fight or flight you'd been wondering about for the last few months has suddenly decided to make an appearance, settling on both as you fight back tears with a quivering lip.

"Get out." It's silent fury, building white hot as the seconds tick by with him standing, staring at you like you're the one dressed as a giant rabbit and not him.

"What? Darlin', c'mon, it's okay -"

"Get. Out." You wrench the door open, pushing him and his stupid fucking bunny costume out, shoving the basket of eggs into his arms once he crosses the doorway.

"Bye." You slam the door, the stupid fucking self locking door, and slide down it, head in your hands. You have never felt so fucking stupid.

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princessmaybank · 2 months

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Truth or Dare PT2

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Squirting, oral (both), 69, embarrassment, Rafe calling, p in v, etc.

Summary: Part 2 of TorD

Authors Note: Don't know why this posted by itself again, but it was also not finished. I hope you enjoy it and if you want a part 3 let me know!

When you finally came down from your high, your cheeks were burning from embarrassment. You just pissed yourself in front of JJ, or so you thought. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what happened...I tried to tell you." You responded to JJ as you got off of him and onto the bed. You hugged your knees to your chest and tried not to cry. "You have no idea what you just did, do you baby?" He smiled lightly to himself. You shook your head and hid in your lap. "I just pissed myself on my hot best friend's lap." You sounded like you were about to cry.

You felt a pair of hands lightly pushing your knees apart. You fought him but when he finally got them open, he placed kisses to your heat. This only caused more embarrassment. You squeezed your legs together, only slightly crushing his head between your thighs so he would back away, but it only caused him to moan. "Damn baby, keep doin that." He said continuing his licks. "The squeezing or the pissing?" You say annoyed.

JJ's hands grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. He was now hovering you with his right hand holding him up. "Stop saying that." He said as stern and as serious as he could. "I'm sorry.." You say sweetly. He gently tucked a piece of hair that had fallen in your face, behind your ear. "You have nothing to be sorry for baby."

The heat rose to your cheeks again. Of course you did. It was the most embarrassing thing that could have happened in that moment. "Can we just lay down.. I'm not really in the mood anymore, and you said we have things to talk about." You say trying to hide yourself.

"As much as I'd love to talk about how I cockblocked Rafe, I'm more interested in talking about how you just squirted." He stifled a laugh. "Those two things sound beautiful together. I cockblocked Rafe from you then I made you squirt. Fuck." His dick twitched in his pants, but you didn't notice because you were processing his words. "Squirt?" You asked, you had no idea what that meant. He giggled to himself. "Basically you reached your peak but harder. Not everyone can do that though, you're talented." He reached over and rubbed your thigh. "Is that a good thing though?" You asked. "It's fucking amazing. It means our bodies work well together." JJ saw the look of relief come over your face as he smiled. He gave your forehead a little kiss. "Okay baby, serious question now that that is all cleared up." He seemed hesitant. "Are you actually done cause I need to know if I have to go wring myself out or not." His question caused laughter to erupt from you. "Let me take care of you. It's only fair."

JJ relieved himself of his clothes and climbed on the bed. Just as your lips were getting ready to touch his tip he spoke. "Wait- can we try something..?" He cautiously asked. You nodded in excitement as he described what he wanted to do.

You ended up sitting on his face and had his dick in your mouth. Being in 69 with JJ is not where you thought you'd be tonight. The sounds of moans and slurping and gagging are filling the room. Apparently the two of you don't care if Sarah and John B hear you. To be fair they've kept you both up before.

Just as you started sucking on JJ's balls, your phone began to ring. You stopped what you were doing to check it. "Who is it?" JJ asks taking his lips away long enough to only ask that question. "Rafe.." You responded. "Answer it." He sounds more bossy this time. He reattached his lips to your lower ones making a moan slip from you.

You answered the call waiting for him to speak first, but you heard a groan on the other side. "Hi, Y/N..I think our call dis-disconnected earlier. I've been trying to reach you since." He stumbled out. "So-sorry rrrafe" JJ's tongue was working wonders. "Put it on speaker baby." JJ whispered beneath you. You complied. "Are you touching yourself again baby?" You didn't know how to answer and JJ slapped your ass making you yelp a "yes" into the phone.

Suddenly you felt a hand reach up and steal your phone. He sucked on you harder and made it way louder than it needed to be. "Actually I'm touching her. Let me just say, she tastes so fucking good." He smirks into your pussy. He stuck his tongue into your hole which released a loud moan from your lips. "Is this some kind of fucking joke?" Rafe sounded angry.

JJ pulled his mouth away from you and slipped to fingers in to replace it. He was going just as fast as he did before. "You hear how wet her pussy is for me? If only you fucking knew." He announced. You couldn't help the tingling in your lower area. It was that same feeling that JJ introduced you to before. "Fuck! I'm gonna squirt Jayj." You couldn't help but scream out, Rafe definitely heard you. Before you could move, you were releasing your juices onto JJ's face. The moans that came from you were heavenly and JJ was almost stunned.

"I'd love to sit and chit-chat with you Cameron but as you can clearly hear, I'm busy." JJ said and hung up the phone. You got out of the position you were in so you could look at JJ. He looked shocked and so fucking happy. "I'm sorry JJ." You felt so bad. "That was so fucking amazing." He was on a high and he didn't even cum. His muscular arms pulled you closer and he pushed his lips to yours. He lifted you onto his lap as your make out became more heated. Your pussy found his cock and you began to grind on it, causing him to moan into your mouth.

You took this advantage and slipped onto his dick. The most pornstar sounding moan spilled from his mouth as you lowered yourself. "Fuck you're gonna ruin me baby." He gasped.

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puppykento · 2 months

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For the drabbles reqs - pls do geto who praises you and talks you through it🙏🙏

a/n: of course !! thanks for being my first anon request :3 sorry it took a while, got super busy with uni but finally ready to push out the drabbles <3 hope you like it !! fb appreciated

cw: 18+ content, fem!reader, soft suguru, praise kink, established relationship, first time together, fingering, p in v, pull-out method

Suguru can't help but think he's the luckiest guy out there watching you lie back all shyly on the bed, your legs spread as you look up at him with those sweet doe eyes of yours. The two of you had done stuff before - you had been dating for a little while - but you'd finally told him you wanted to sleep with him.

He wanted more than anything to make the experience enjoyable, to make you as comfortable as he could. He kneels between your legs, his gaze flicking across your body as he settles, his fingers dipping between your folds. He presses his middle finger in slowly, pumping it in and out a few times before he inserts his ring finger, too, curling them until you're bucking your hips and gasping.

"That's it, good girl. Gonna make sure you're nice 'n ready for me." He says softly, strands of black hair escaping from his hair tie and hanging in front of his face as he leans down, kissing you softly. He swallows all your small moans and whimpers as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, stretching you out.

He pulls them out when he's sure you're ready, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes his thumb down against the head as he guides himself into your drippy hole, groaning as he fills you up in one thrust. He hears your whine, sees the way your face scrunches up, and knows his size is a lot for you to take in.

"Shh, you can take it." Suguru whispers, leaning down to press a few kisses against your jawline, rocking his hips gently as he tries to coax some moans out of you. His hand strokes up and down your side as he picks up his movements, leaving him grunting against your skin as your walls eagerly suck him in. "See? Nice and easy. You're doin' so well."

"You're my girl, yeah? I wouldn't hurt my girl. You just gotta trust me, I'll make you feel good." You nod at his words, but tears are sticking in your waterline as he starts to fuck you fully, his girth stretching you out and having you writhing on his cock. "Hey... hey, where you runnin' to? C'mere, take it like a big girl. Be good for me."

You cry out his name as he yanks you towards him, probably a little too rough for it to be comfortable. He really can't help it, though. Not when your pussy is gripping him so tight, fluttering around him as you get close.

"You gonna cum for me, baby? Not gonna last long with how tight she is. Never... fuck. Never had someone squeeze down on me like that. Feels perfect, pretty girl. Not gonna be able to last long like this..."

"Close, Sugu..." You whine, nodding instantly at his words. You reach out for one of his hands, squeezing it tight as he starts to thrust into you with renewed vigor, his free hand reaching down to thumb at your clit. He swipes his thumb back and forth over your swollen nub until you tense up and flood him with your release, arousal coating his length.

The feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock is enough to drive him over the edge, his hips stuttering before he pulls out, fisting his cock until he splatters his cum across your stomach as he groans out your name.

He takes a moment to catch his breath before grabbing his discarded shirt and cleaning you off, pressing a kiss to your temple as he lies down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

"You did so good for me, sweet girl." He breathes out, offering you one of his rare, soft smiles. "My perfect, sweet girl."

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 9 months

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Jason momoa is dating his shy hairstylist! reader who really really wants but shy to ask him to eat her or fuck her up XD sorry

In the mood for somethin sweet

'Christ, his hair is a freakin jungle!' you think as as you stick the rat tail comb between your teeth and reach around ya man for the detangler. His eyes unknowingly watch you in the mirror, appreciating your curvaceous figure, but your too busy trying to unsnare his luscious blonde tipped locks. It's a real challenge to not huff out your irritation for him never brushing his damn hair. As his personal hairstylist you know it's factual information that if you don't do it then it doesn't get done.

Moving from behind Jason, you part his hair and start on the front. You're so concentrated on holding his hair from the root as you comb to avoid hurting him, you fail to take in his eyes raking over your juicy brown tits in his face. He licks his lips and continuously stares as you lean closer for better access.

You get a whiff of his cologne and its some effort from you to not nose his neck. Dammit, why does this fine ass man seduce you every appointment without even trying. How many times had you left the shop with an achy throb between your legs, just wishing he was going home with you instead.

Hell, it didn't make a damn lick of sense that guys still haven't fucked yet. This taking it slow nonsense was gonna be the death of you. But the way he petted your pussy always took you to another dimension, made you wonder what else he was good at. You've woken up from too many bomb ass wet dreams of what that mouth might do.

"Geez, Jase.. Why don't you just cut this all off. It's obvious you don't want it." Your irritation at his blatant disrespect for his hair comes out without your permission.

"Now why would I do that when it gives me excuse to come see you, sweetheart?" Jason responds with a hearty chuckle.

You feel absolutely pathetic that the nick name makes your tummy churn and heat bloom in your cheeks. Your so damn glad you can't blush. Your ok with your usual routine of avoiding eye contact during appointments but then rushing home to rub at your sticky little puss after he leaves.

"You can't possibly love coming in my shop every Friday evening, it's the weekend! Don't you have plans?" You ask, as you move on to comb and style the front of his hair.

"Yeah, I got something reeeal fun in mind for tonight actually." He licks his lips as he speaks, voice dangerously low while he continues to gaze at you through the mirror with piercing eyes.

Your mind races as you wonder what he could be about to get into. Maybe plans for a solo night? It's hard not to imagine him alone in bed, body glistening with sweat as he pumps at his fat dick desperately. Does he moan loud when he's all alone? You wonder if he likes to tease and edge himself.. Naw, you think, he seems like the type to go straight for that nut. Fuuuuuck you know he must cum buckets. The thought makes your thighs involuntarily squeeze together repeatedly hoping for some relief. You just KNEW he had a monster cock that could fuck you into oblivion. Your hands move in his hair instinctively, as you day dream about your sexy beefy ass client.

This doesn't go unnoticed by Jason. He watches you in the mirror as your chest rises and falls a bit faster, a light perspiration starting to cover you. You're nibbling your lip in a way that makes him wanna pounce on you, still rubbing those thick ass thighs together. He KNOWS the center of your lollipop is fuckin sweet.

"... Sweetheart?"

You only catch the end of his sentence thanks your nasty ass imagination. Fuck, your embarrassed. Never have you ever been so ready to get dicked down.

"Sorry, what was that?"

You still refuse to meet his eyes in the mirror as you move to finish styling the back of his hair. If you did peek, you would have immediately recognized his knowing smirk for what it was. He might as well have the power to read your mind.

"I said what are you doin after our appointment?" He repeats, hoping like a muthafucker that you'll be doing him.

"No plans, jus gonna go home and chill alone I guess."

"Why don't we grab somethin to eat? Fuckin starvin, princess." He suggests.

"Ok-kay, what're ya thinkin?"

You're a bit nervous. This was sudden. You've been out a few times in public together already AND it wasn't like the world didn't know you two were dating. But you guys had manage to stay in your own private little bubble and as introvert, it's been the best feeling in the world for you. Still, you crave any time you can spend with Jason, especially considering his hectic schedule for his upcoming movie.

"I'm thinkin somethin sweet... Maybe a little juicy? I don't usually do this but I'm tryna skip to dessert tonight." He says, smiling lewdly.

With your y/e/c eyes trained on his hair, focused intently on the small section you have left, you're missin all the cues. He thinks he might just have to lift up your snug little jean skirtand pin you down; start to eat so you finally understand he's tryin to feast on that pussy for dinner.

"From where? Oh! There's this cute little place, I think it's close by-"

"Woman.." He interrupts, and you recognize that commanding, dominant tone.

That's Daddy's Voice. You had hesitantly joked about it with the Jason the first time he unintentionally but successfully used it while he fingered you till you gushed on his sheets.

You fix your gaze to his, setting your hot pink comb down as you finally finish. You know what he wants to eat in an instant as he leers at you lewldly. As much as you want, no NEED this, you can't help but take a step back reflexively at his wolfish grin. Boy lookin at yo ass like he gone eat you alive!

Jason notices your retreat and in no way in fucking hell is he letting you get away that easy. He stands quickly, glancing at the mirror in appreciation, and runs his fingertips from the front back of his hair. He absolutely destroys your middle part, per usual, but somehow his sexy careless style looks far better than yours.

He then stalks your way and this time your steps backwards are intentional. Your horny ass boyfriend catches you easily though with firm hands on your waist as your back hits the wall. You look like a deer in headlights as he pulls you close, meshing your pelvis to his. His half hard chub feels thick as fuck against clothed mound, makes you close your eyes with quiet stuttering gasps of pleasure. Jason bends a bit to speak softly at you ear, watching you closely as to not miss one reaction from your shuddering body.

"You gone finally let Daddy taste his pussy or what?"

Your ears ring, his question on loop in your head. His thrusts increase in pressure but he keeps his snail like pace. The slow drag of his hips muddy your mind and you find it hard to focus on an answer.

Jason's okay with that though. He'll let your body speak for itself then. Kneeling in front of you, his large warm hands caress your denim covered ass, your soft warm thighs, and smooth cocoa brown legs. Reluctantly breaking eye contact, he silently taps on your furry black platform Ugg slippers and you lift each foot so he can remove them. You watch intently, as Jason lifts your left leg at the ankle and lays a soft kiss right below your gold dangling ankle bracelet.

"Pretty." He comments on your toes painted blood red nail and a matching 14K gold toe ring.

You wanna say 'thank you' but his lips continuing upwards, after he puts your leg up on his shoulder, render you speecheless besides your quiet moans. He leaves a molten hot trail that spreads warmth through your body and has you bucking your hips impulsively.

"Don't worry. Daddy's gonna give you what you want sweetheart, what I NEED. Cant wait to taste this pretty little puss."

Jason glances up your body, looking briefly at the diamond necklace he gifted you resting on your heaving chocolate tits. He notes how pretty you are in your sky blue tube top, as he lifts your skirt up and pulls your black lacy little thong to the side. He can tell you want this but still sees that hint of shyness in your gorgeous eyes and he can't have that shit! Doesn't mind suckin it out of you through your pussy if he has to.

You get no warning as he attaches his lips to your clit, reapeatedly sucking forcefully on your sensitive little button. The feeling is so intense you wonder if he's trying to inhale your poor quivering pussy. Even when your head smacks against the wall, the thud booming, there's no repreive. You stare blankly, mouth open wide, emitting loud panting pleasured whines as you gasp for breath.

"Daaaddy, aaah aaah Daaaaaddy." You've never moaned his title during him pleasuring you before but it's like he pulls it out of you.

His rigid dick jerks every few seconds in his black jeans from the way you grip his freshly styled hair, pulling it while crying and dripping all over his mouth. He wants so badly to slide his cock into you, knows for a fact that his pussy would be hot, wet and welcoming to him. Is more than positive you'll be his good little princess and let him breed you to his hearts content.

His fingers trace your soaking wet opening before teasingly pushing the tip of his index finger in and out with leisure. It may not be his monster cock but his finger is fuckin thick and is just what you need. He's glad he's got the wall to help him hold you up because he's losing concentration as you flutter frantically around his digit, trying to suck him in further while he licks at the pink of you vehemently. He wants so bad to feel you clutching at his dick like this; It's maddeningly to Jason not being able to fuck into you and drain his balls into your little puss. He can't wait till get his chance to overstimulate you till you beg and plead for him to stop.

Jason's middle finger joining his index snaps your back in a mean ass arch as you wail and try to push him away by his forehead. But your strength is nothing compare to his. He leans into you, snatching both your wrists in one hand and holding them tight as the other continues it assault on your insides.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckoh fuckmeeeeee Daddyyyyy!!" Your screams bounce off the walls of your salon in echos and your more than glad you locked up and sent everyone home early for the night.

His leaky cock spasms in his snug black briefs, twitching to the same beat of your rapidly clenching pussy unbeknownst to either of you. He hopes to God he don't bust his nut in his pants right now.

"You knoooow what I want princess." Jason moans against your clit.

He serves you a harsh suck while moving his head back, pulling off your clit with a loud SMACK of his lips. Your eyes rolling back as you convulse and lustfully hump at his mouth. That tells him all he needs to know as he repeats the action again.. And again.. Again.. Then once more. He doesn't get to do it a 5th time as you unexpectedly start creaming against his now swollen lips.

"Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy!!" You can't scrounge a single ounce of embarrassment at your desperate pleas for him.

His stare is penetrating as he continues to nurse on your contracting little puss. You shake and shiver, trying to yank your wrist from his grasp with no luck. Your body twists and turns while Jason holds you between the wall and himself easily. With creased brows and your cute button nose scrunched, you squirt and spray in little gushes. Fuuuuck just what he expected from his perfect girl. You cum loud, long and hard for him.

Only when Jason's beard drips of your essence onto your salon floor does he relase his grip and cease his mind blowing torture. His big dick tents his pants but he stays kneeled before you. A wet patch of precum on his pants is easily visible.

You're eyes meet his in an instant, entire body vibrating with euphoria from your orgasm, you know what you want next. So you tell him, licking your plump lined lips sensually.

"My turn, Daddy.."

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myluvmine · 5 months

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Just Stay

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × gn!reader

Summary: You find yourself on Bucky’s doorstep one night when you’re hurting and desperately need some comfort. Bucky’s there to provide just that.

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: Mention of reader having wisps of hair, crying, reader is quite sad at the beginning but all is well at the end.

A/n: My very first posted fic! It’s not mentioned what exactly is troubling the reader so, it can be interpreted as you like. Here we go<33

♡⁠ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ♡⁠

The quiet that blanketed the apartment was something almost tangible.

Disturbed by nothing but the occasional sighs of discomfort that left it’s sole occupant— who had found himself curled up uncomfortably on the living room sofa. The coffee table clock read 00:32 in a bright red that slightly messed with Bucky's eyes when he stared at it for too long.

The knock at the door was subtle, light. Almost as if it did not want to be heard. Bucky thought it probably would not have been, if not for his super soldier hearing.

With a grunt, he got up from the sofa and grudgingly dragged his feet to the door. For just a fraction of a second the thought of who the hell it might be flitted across his mind.

“Um....hey Buck.”

He thought his brain might have stopped working for a moment. Maybe he was dreaming again.

“Hi.”

But when he clocked the way you kept picking at your nails as you tried to look anywhere but at him, it seemed to knock some sense into him.

“It’s late, doll. What’re you doin’ out at this time?”

You found yourself fiddling with the buttons of the coat you were wearing— it was Bucky’s. It still smelled like him.

Finally gathering the courage, you looked up at him. Trying your level best not to let the burning sensation behind your eyes win.

Bloodshot eyes met Bucky’s. Uncertainty and embarrassment swimming deep within. He felt his heart break into a thousand little pieces. Those eyes should never have known pain, it was unbearable to watch.

“Could I come in?” The words had made their way out of your mouth before you could bite them back.

With a fervent nod and a hand at your back which put a gentle pressure, Bucky led you inside.

Silently, he led you to the sofa where he sat down with you. The warmth from where he had spent the last few hours had not yet dissipated completely.

“Hey, hey.....look at me.” Bucky started softly as he tried to persuade your gaze to him.

You felt like you were about to break. An icy hand reached out from within you as it cruelly wrapped it’s palms around your heart and squeezed with all it’s might.

Tears raced down your cheeks, an unstoppable waterfall. Everything was blurry, even the baby blue eyes that seemed as though they were gazing right into your soul, filled with so much concern and pain at the same time that it made you wonder for just a moment how it was possible.

You gasped for breath as a chocked sob resounded within the room. Only after hearing the panicked ‘It’s okay doll, you're okay’s and ‘it’s okay, just breathe’s that seemed to last forever did you realise that the noise had come from you. You were crying. Sobbing so hard you were curling in on yourself.

And Bucky was pulling you towards his chest with an expression that suggested that maybe he'd been stabbed with a knife to his heart.

He rocked you back and forth for what seemed, at the same time, both like seconds and all of eternity, rubbing your back in what he hoped what a comforting pattern.

Once the small, panicked gasps had eventually died out, with the lightest pressure possible Bucky slowly pulled you back up to face him.

He greeted you with a quiet ‘Hey’ as he nudged the lone wisps of hair that had managed to fall over your face away with his fingers. “You wanna tell me what's on your mind?” Bucky proded lightly. Hoping, praying you would let him in on whatever it was that was bothering you because seeing you like this, so wounded and vulnerable— to say it broke his heart would be a dire understatement.

A broken ‘Buck—’ was all that could make it's way out before your voice broke, strained and your throat raw courtesy of your burst of emotion earlier.

This was all still very new to Bucky. Being on the other end of the line. The receiving end. It was you, who more often than not had the pleasure (or perhaps it was a displeasure, one that you never let show) of welcoming a teary eyed Bucky on the verge of a meltdown, into your apartment. And you would do whatever he needed to calm down and feel safe in that moment. Whether it was to just simply hold him or brew him a cup of the tea he loved and often associated with comfort, solely because it reminded him of you.

Now it was his turn to give. To hold you and whisper reassuring words into your temple as he offered to brew you a cup of the tea that had at this point in his life, become an unavoidable part of his it. Along with you.

You broke the heavy quiet that had settled over you both again, clearing your throat in an attempt to complete your sentence. “I’m sorry I—” But apologising turned out to be the wrong move, as Bucky immediately but firmly stopped you in your endeavour, dropping a barely-there kiss on your forehead. “You don’t need to apologise. Ever.”

“What can I do for you? Please, I want to help.” Bucky pleaded, desperate to find a solution, because now the universe was really screwing with him, messin’ with his girl like this.

“Just....stay with me.” Your answer came out muffled from where you had your face securely tucked into the curve of his neck.

His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

“I’ll stay for as long as you need.”

Thank you sm for reading!!💕💕

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toxicbrothel · 4 months

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(I know, I'm an awful person. I hope Madame won't talk about it to Raider 👀)

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1.5k Carter x f!reader (one off, not sweet pea)

I8+ smut, tw ref to past SA, self touch erase. Set in the past. I don't think Joel will mind this one 😁.

Hypothetically, you don't know any of the guys who are milling around your house when you get home from a long walk, but you can tell they're raiders. You manage to slip away undetected, or so you think. You walk by the shed on your way to the woods, and a deep voice greets you, "howdy." You're startled and turn around. You must look terrified.

"Whoa, ain't gonna hurt ya." It's a hot, muscular guy with dirty blonde hair sitting on a log against the back of the shed, finishing a cigarette. He looks like a model. "Just sayin' hey," he murmurs, checking you out. He doesn't have the same vibe as the others. "Go ahead, ain't gonna say nothin'." He nods toward the treeline. When you just stand there, he offers, "or you're welcome to sit" and scoots over to make room. "They'll be in there a while," he mutters. He offers you the cigarette. You sit down next to him and take a small puff. You cough and he laughs and pats you on the back. His smile makes warmth rush to your loins.

"I got more of those," you offer and open your bag.

"Yeah? I'm Carter."

You introduce yourself. You feel safe around him, not sure why. This is the first man you've felt safe around since a stranger forced you to your knees with a gun to your head. You have the strongest urge to suck Carter's cock. He's nice, he's strong, he's sexy. And of course, you've been thinking if you could feel another one in your mouth, that might make it all go away.

"Yeah," you take an old pack of cigarettes out of your bag and fidget with them. "We could, uh, trade or something," you suggest.

"That's alright, sugar. 'fraid I don't have much to offer." He leans back against the barn and you admire the way his tan bicep swells out from his short sleeve as he manspreads on the log.

You scoot a little closer and he watches you curiously, letting his eyes fall down your body again.

"Maybe you do," you practically whisper, then push yourself off the log. You get on your knees between his legs and he tenses.

"Whoa, ok. Said I wasn't gonna hurt ya didn't I?"

"I know," you glance around self-consciously. "But. If you'd let me. I'd really like to. . ." You cautiously reach for his inner thigh and he doesn't stop you. You add your other hand to the other side and slowly massage his thick, meaty muscles.

He relaxes again, then mutters, "What're ya doin' here?"

You swallow and look down. Why can't he just make this easy?

"Could I please," you begin with your heart racing. You scoot forward a little more, and your eyes glue to an attractive bulge in his beige tactical pants. You feel a zing between your legs. Your hand slides up his inner thigh, all the way to his groin, until your thumb brushes his balls, and he flinches but doesn't stop you as you reach his hardening manhood.

You slide your hand over the warm, impressive bulge. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as you massage him. You're gushing now, feeling the shape of his big cock hardening under your palm. After a minute, you bring your hands to the button of his pants and he opens his eyes. You look up to him for permission and he squints at you.

“Lemme suck it,” you blurt out, giving up on a graceful way to ask. “I'll give you the whole pack.”

He laughs in disbelief. “Tryin’ to gimme head and a pack’a cigarettes?”

You nod earnestly. He rests his head back against the barn. “well, shit. . .don't stop now.” He moves one of your hands back onto the bulge in his pants and massages himself with your hand. After a few seconds, he unbuttons and unzips himself for you and you lift your hand as he tugs his pants down a bit.

There's a dark spot on his heather gray boxer briefs that makes you salivate. He shoves his massive hand into the front of his boxer briefs and asks, “you sure ‘bout this?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Please.”

He brings the waistband down under his cock and balls and your breath hitches. You didn't know they could be so good looking. You wrap your hand around his thick shaft and look his tip in the eye as you wet your lips. Meanwhile, you cradle his balls which fill up your other hand with ease. “It's. You're. Really handsome,” you say in a near whisper.

He brushes your cheek with his knuckles. “Ain't bad yourself,” he murmurs with half a smile.

You lower your head and close your lips around his tip.

“Ohh, fuck,” he sighs. You guess it's been a while. You tongue the slit and he gasps. Then you slowly take his shaft into your mouth. You come up an inch, strongly dragging your tongue along his veins, then go down further. His hand comes to your head, and you almost flinch, but he doesn't push your head down. He brushes your hair behind your ear and cradles the back of your head gently. His hand is so large you feel like it's engulfing your whole head. You suck from the back of your throat and he twitches in your mouth. “Ahh,” he moans as if he's close to coming already.

His other hand nudges your jaw as though to take your mouth off his cock. You let it fall out and ask, “did I hurt you?”

“Nah.” He chuckles. “But–”

You hold his shaft again, and gently feed one of his balls into your mouth.”

“Ah, Christ,” he mutters. You swirl your tongue around it and suck. “Ohhhh." You give his other nut the same attention, and he must have forgotten whatever he was gonna say. Then you cradle his balls and return your mouth to his swollen tip, now leaking precum. You kiss the salty bead into your mouth and moan at the taste. His stomach is rising and falling with heavy breaths as you swirl your tongue around. Then you suck him back into your mouth.

You bob your head and suck and let your saliva slide all around his gorgeous cock. He's so hard and thick in your mouth. You let it rest heavily on your tongue for a moment, appreciating it's heft. You inhale his musk and it makes you throb. As you begin to suck again. You finger the dark blonde curls at the base of his shaft. You suck as much of his shaft as you can into your mouth and his tip nudges the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he gasps, “Gonna cum.” His hips begin to lift gently pushing his tip against your throat. You look up and make eye contact with him and his balls tighten, his cock spasms. “Ohhh,” he sighs and begins to pulse warm and salty into your throat. You let a couple of inches out to get some on your tongue and suck ever so gently. It's quite a load and didn't take long, it must have been a while. “God damn,” he pants as he finishes coming, and you swallow, careful not to waste any. When he's empty, you let him out of your mouth.

For a moment he's speechless. He runs his hand through his hair, then says “Good, that was. . . good.” He brushes your cheek with his thumb, gazing at you in an affectionate haze.

You give him a little smile, then get shy and mutter, “I should go.”

He quickly tucks himself back into his boxer briefs and does up his pants. “Hold on now, ya don't want me to. . .”

You shake your head no. “I should get outta here.”

“Well, that was, uh, that was somethin’.” He scratches the back of his neck. “You sure I can't do somethin’ for ya?”

“That was for me,” you reply.

He tongues the inside of one cheek in stunned silence. “Alright,” he mutters, seeming a little disappointed. He opens his backpack and rifles around. “Shit, I do got somethin'.” He takes out a paper sack. He tilts it to show you what's inside - jerky. You politely decline but can't help how hungry your face must look.

“C'mon, I made it myself,” he urges. He rolls up the sack and sticks it into your bag for you, and you put the cigarettes in his.

You stand up and he looks at you like he's losing something. He stands up and asks, “Can I, uh. Give ya a kiss or a hug or somethin’?” You give him a loose hug but his arms wrap tight around you. He cradles the back of your head again and looks in your eyes, but you look away.

“Bye,” you whisper with a little smile, then hurry off into the woods. You'd love to kiss him, you'd love to fuck him, but you know yourself, you'd never stop thinking about him. And meanwhile his friends are doing god knows what inside your house.

You go far enough to be out of view, then you take off your backpack, lean against a tree, and shove your hand down your pants. Dripping wet. “Carter,” you whisper to yourself as your fingers begin to move.

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this is a possible scenario for this mention in the Carter jack off fic:

#brothel sleepover 💕#raider!carter #pov: one-off reader #pov #hypothetical #WE'RE SUCKING CARTER'S DICK #oc x reader #boyd holbrook

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eddiesgorlie · 1 year

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The Walls Have Ears

Summary: Y/n and Elvis act together on Girls! Girls! Girls! And quickly turn from friends, to friend with benefits.

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), swearing

I somehow became lucky enough to co-star with Elvis in his new movie “Girls! Girls! Girls!” The script was horrible, but a chance to act with Elvis? Who would turn that down? We had become good friends while on set. I knew how sad he was over another horrible movie but I hoped that maybe the laughs and time we spent together helped ease that.

“Elvis!” I yelled as I banged on his trailer door. “Its open.” He yelled back. “I know, I just felt like annoying you.” I smiled. He shook his head. “Looks like you’re struggling a bit.” I said. “These Goddamn costume people made these pants too small.” He said. “Mine too. But I tried them on early and had them fix them.” I said. “Well I don’t have a lot of fuckin’ time on my hands between recording these shitty songs and this shitty movie.” He said. I nodded. “Sorry.” He said. “It’s alright. C’mon lets get those pants on ya. Suck it in like you’re going to be the next miss America and all they are judging you on is how slutty your waist is.” I said. “What the hell are you sayin’?” He laughed. “Just suck your stomach in.” I said. He did and after some struggling I buttoned his pants. “I can’t breathe.” He laughed. “Beauty is pain, mister.” I shrugged. “Did you see the new Star Trek episode?” I asked. “No, I’ve been meaning to watch it. Do you know when they’re replaying it?” He asked. “Lets see.” I said. I turned the Tv on and scrolled through the channels. Elvis sat down on the couch and tried to adjust the pants to the best of his abilities. “I can’t find it.” I groaned. “Damnit. I knew I should have watched it live.” He said. “Want to watch a rerun?” I asked. “Why not.” He said. I turned it to the channel and sat down next to him.

“We need you on set.” A man said as he opened the trailer door. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Help.” Elvis laughed as he reached for me. I grabbed his hands and pulled him up. “There’s no way I can do this scene in these.” He said. “Colonel chicken won’t be happy with that.” I said. “Colonel Chicken. I’m usin’ that from now on.” He laughed.

We walked to the set, Elvis trailing behind me as he moaned and groaned about the pants. “Oh be a man, get some balls.” I said. “Thats the problem!” He said. “We’ll get the scene done quick. You’ve just got to tough it out.” I sighed. He nodded.

We got to the set at spoke to the director before the first take. “Lets not fuck this up.” He laughed. “Gotcha.” I smiled. The director yelled action and the music started playing as Elvis lip synced to the music and danced. “The walls have ears.” The music sang as Elvis stomped his feet and grabbed my hands. I followed as he led and I leaned forward as he did back. My eyes flickered between his eyes and the large bulge in his pants. He gave me a knowing look as I held in my laughter that just caused me to laugh more.

“Cut!” The director yelled. The music stopped and Elvis and I broke away from each other. “C’mon, whats the problem Y/n?” The director asked. “I’m sorry. Can we take 5?” I asked. “No.” He said. “Please.” I asked. “Fine. 5 minutes max.” He said. “Thanks, boss!” I yelled as I grabbed Elvis and pulled him from the set.

“What the hell, Y/n?” He asked as we got back to his trailer. “Do you trust me, Elvis?” I asked as we stood in front of the couch. “Y-yes.” He said. I nodded and started unbuttoning his pants. “What are you doin’?” He asked, grabbing my hands. “C’mon, I’m trying to help you with your problem. We only have 5 minutes.” I said. His eyes went wide and cheeks red as he realized what was happening. “Do you trust me?” I asked again. He cleared his throat. “Yes, I do.” He said. I reached back down to his pants and unbuttoned them. “Are you kidding me? This is why the pants rubbed ya’ wrong.” I said looking at the underwearless Elvis. “It’s more comfortable this way.” He sighed.

I shook my head and pushed him down on the couch. I squeezed between his legs, spit on my hand and started stroking his cock. “So red, sweet boy. You must’ve been really struggling.” I said. “Y-yeah.” He moaned as I started placing kisses on the tip. “You just look so pretty like this, I have to get a taste.” I said before taking the tip in my mouth and sucking. “O-oh fuck.” He groaned as my warm mouth surrounded him. His hips bucked up towards my mouth and I quickly held his hips down and pulled my mouth away. “Uh-uh. I’m in control here.” I said. He desperately nodded and I went back to sucking. His hands made my hair into a ponytail to keep me from drooling on it as I took him further down my throat.

I played with and stroked his balls as I gagged around his cock. “I-I’m close. Is it ok if I cum in your mouth?” He asked, his head leaning on the back on the couch. “Mhm.” I whimpered as I pulled away from his cock for a moment. I realized we were running out of time until the crew would be coming to find us so I quickly sucked and stroked the rest of his cock with my hands until I felt him twitch and he let out a yell as the warm, white ribbons of cum went down my throat. I let him ride out his high as his hips lazily thrusted. He pushed my head away as he became overstimulated and I stepped back as he stood up and put himself back together. “Ready to head back?” I asked. He grabbed the sides of my face and kissed me hard. I was so entranced with the moment that I didn’t hear the lighting guy come in and say they were ready for us.

Taglist:

@18lkpeters

@peaceloveelvis

@maddiemunson333

@Shelbygeek

@ABloversblog

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rkiveologist · 2 years

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"I c-cant take it!" | jhs

pairing: sub!hoseok x gn!reader | wc: 746

genre/au: idol!au, established relationship, fluff and smut | warnings: he puts a considerate amount of time into picking those songs to put on his insta story, hobi leg appreciation, usage of baby boy and pup/puppy, he cant lie for the life of him, whining, handjob, begging, and overstimulation (hobi cries a little bit), there are more implied sexual acts at the end

summary: your admiration for your sweet little hubby's legs end in you giving him a mind numbing handjob.

a/n: this is my first piece in like 2 years so please cut me some slack im a little rusty LMFAO. i really want to continue more of this submissive bts agenda its so addicting.

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As you walked up the stairs of your shared home with your husband of 3 years, a variety of music reached your ears, none lasting more than 30 seconds before getting changed. Reaching and opening the door to your bedroom to see your husband sprawled out in nothing but a hoodie and boxers, you asked a simple "Whatcha doin?" as you took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Yoongi Hyung made these wooden whales. I'm trying to figure out which song would go well with them," he huffed.

"Oh yeah?" you replied, distracted, as you stared at his legs. Have they always been this shiny? Did he just shave? You pondered, not realizing how lewdly your hands had felt up on Hobi's legs until he slid his legs up and, with a nervous giggle, asked, "Okay, now what are YOU doing?"

You smiled at him and softly replied, "Sorry babe, I didn't even notice." You decide to give him a big ol kiss as compensation. You climb up closer to his closed thighs and can't help but notice his resistance to opening them. An even softer, "You okay, baby boy?" left your mouth in slight concern.

As he made eye contact with you, not only did it look quite forced, but it was quickly contradicted by a huge smile that broke out on his face that he quickly tried to suppress. An unsure "Yeah, I'm fine" hastily left his mouth.

You sighed, "Hope, you do know that lying is not your forte, right?"

"I'm not lying!" he claims, with the same face and a soft pout.

"Then what are you hiding?" You press and with bright red cheeks, he spreads his legs to reveal his leaking cock straining against the restrictive piece of cloth. You cooed at him and palmed his print, letting him whimper out loud as his hips bucked up against your hand. You explained to him as he nodded along to your words, "You don't have to hesitate to tell me when you need me. I'm perfectly fine with taking care of you love."

"Y/n please do something, it hurts," he begged.

"Damn, who knew touching your legs would've made you this needy?" you teased as you dipped your hands into his boxers to pull out his cock.

The tip is bright red and leaking precum all over, and as you go to cup his swollen balls, he gently kicks his legs out and whines loudly, "Y/n just stop teasing and let me cum already. It's not fair."

Oh? "Since when did you make the rules puppy?" You spit out as you wrap one hand around the base of his cock and rub the open palm of your other hand on his sensitive tip in fast, tight circles.

You get an immediate reaction from him, "Shit shit shit, Y/n wait!" His back arches off the bed as he tries to keep up, even attempting to close his legs around your hands.

A stern, "Look at me," leaves your lips and it has your baby's tear-filled eyes struggling not to roll back and make eye contact with you. "Open." Was all you had to say before his shaking thighs reluctantly separated.

"P-please, I c-cant take it!" he pleaded.

"But you haven't cum yet, puppy?" you questioned before continuing your onslaught on his weeping cock. "You seem so close though, I know you are."

"Mmm y-yes m' so close," he slurred out as tears cascaded down his face.

"Come on, pup, you can do it, cum for me," you coaxed as you removed your palm from his tip and just pumped his cock. A loud sob that echoed throughout the room turned into a silent scream as your husband arched his back in such a pornographic way with shut eyes and fists clenched in the sheets, you didn't even notice the ropes of cum reaching the bottom of his chin. He was beautiful.

A new round of tears welled up in his eyes as you never stopped pumping his softening cock and weakly shut his legs again, but this time you simply let him. You whispered sweet nothings in his ear as he came down from the high, patting the bottom of his thigh before getting up and coming back with a washcloth in hand to clean up.

After gently wiping him down, he laid there blissed out in just a hoodie, quietly staring at you, waiting for you to come back to bed.

"You know Whalien 52 would be the perfect song for your story, hobi."

"Y/n, did you cum?"

"Oh."

#rkiveologist #sub!hoseok #hoseok #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok fanfic #sub!jhope #jhope #jhope x you #jhope x reader #jhope fanfic #sub!bts #bts #bts x you #bts x reader #bts fanfic #dom!reader

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cinnamon-bunni · 7 months

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omg not me finally getting around to posting this. I was just about done with this for a while now but kept forgetting to finish the last paragraph and post so. here i am now. finally posting it lmao

once again this is made for @a-scary-lack-of-common-sense's job switcheroo au!! i really hope i did your characters justice, i just absolutely love them, they're so fun to write <33 please enjoy!!!

Louise found himself standing outside of the medic’s lab. The doors had been closed since early morning, with Germinoma being the only one who ever came in and out of the place. Though, Lyse wasn’t sure how much that actually happened. He didn’t think he had heard the doors open since breakfast.

He leaned against the wall, right across from the doors. He stared at the doors as his internal clock ticked the seconds that passed, with him at some point wondering if he could perhaps bore a hole through the doors with how much he stared. He made no move to open it, or knock, or anything to gain the doctor’s attention from the other side.

In truth, Louise had been waiting for a few minutes. He had news for Germinoma, but was unsure if it was the right time to tell him. It had been silent, for the most part, inside of the lab-slash-medical station, with only faint murmurs being heard by the ex-spy. What the medic was doing, he had no idea.

He clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth together. Germinoma had important work, something he emphasized to the whole team last they saw him, just after breakfast. It didn’t seem like any other “important” work, not like before. It seemed…serious. It gave Louise a bad feeling in his gut, one that he didn’t like. Things were happening in the background, bad things, and without him or his team knowing. Germinoma knew something about it. Louise wasn’t sure if he wanted to know himself.

Footsteps down the hall caught Louise’s attention, as well as…dragging? Scraping against the smooth, concrete floor made him turn his attention off the door. He grimaced at the sight of Monday, just down the hall, coming towards him with a very much broken leg that was leaving a bloody trail as he walked.

“Hey,” he greeted, once he had gotten closer. Too close, in Louise’s opinion, as he could smell the reek of blood and dirt and whatever else he may have gotten in contact with. Louise cringed at the sight of the other man’s hair, all crusted and matted with both dried and fresh blood, along with saliva from the soldier’s chewing habits. God knows when the last time the man had showered. Louise scowled when the other planted himself just a few feet away from him and had mimicked the same way he was leaning against the wall.

“What do you want?” he asked, tone clear that he would rather have that man be anywhere else on the base than there. Monday shot him a sloppy grin, fixing his hair by brushing the disgusting strands off and over his shoulder. He did nothing though, to fix those crooked, yellow-tinted glasses that were cracked in one lens, and completely missing another.

“What, can’t a guy wait for the doc to heal ‘im up?”

Louise scoffed, and reached for his cigarettes and lighter. “I doubt the doctor would see you even if you had a knife stuck in your head.”

“Wrong, Goldilocks,” Monday responded with the same shit-eating grin, “considering that happened last week, I have to say I might just be his favorite patient yet.”

Louise thinks about the incident when Germinoma stabbed Monday with a needle, seemingly out of the blue, because the latter had apparently gotten on the medic’s nerves one too many times that week.

“Right. I’m sure you are.”

“If anything, I should be askin’ why you’re here, mate.” Monday titled his head a bit, and Louise noticed blood started to come down his face, the injury hidden underneath somewhere in his hair. “So. What’re you doin’ here?”

Louise lit up a cigarette, the movement being muscle-memory to him. “I have important news for the doctor, but he has more important work that has to be done. So, I am waiting.”

Silence filled the hallway, and if Louise listened hard enough, he could hear the voice of the doctor inside the room. The man had always been fond of voice recordings; a better way to take notes of his work and thoughts, without having to stop everything to write it down. And he hid them, hid them very well in his chaotic-tidiness of that room, so that no one could find them.

Not that Louise had searched for them or anything.

“Well Louie, I’m afraid that my very broken leg and other injuries take priority,” Monday argued. “So, if you excuse me mate-” As Monday moved, Louise outstretched his arm to stop him.

“No.”

Monday paused, a scoff leaving him.

“No?”

“The doctor is busy,” Louise explained once more, “and neither of us are going to interrupt him. We both know how he gets, and he won’t do a single thing to help you if you put him in a mood.” A deep drag of his cigarette calmed the demo’s nerves. “His work is bigger than either of us. Bigger than him.” He took out his cigarette, using it as a pointer as he tilted it towards the closed doors. “He’s got a dead BLU in there–why? What sort of work involves a dead enemy?”

Monday did not respond. The masked demolition man sighed, and leaned back again against the wall. “We both know that something is afoot, whether you want to admit it or not. Things we don’t understand, the doctor doesn’t understand; you can pretend, but then you’ll just be even more of a sad man than I took you for.” Another drag from his cigarette. “So no, you will not bother him. Go get a first-aid kit somewhere else and fuck off.”

Silence filled the air, as Louise glared at the soldier, who just gave him a blank stare behind his broken glasses. “Not going to lie mate,” Monday finally started, voice low, “I’ve been bleedin’ out for a while now, and haven’t heard a word you said for the past minute now. So if you excuse me Goully, I am going to get myself some medical attention before I pass out again.”

When Monday took another step, Louise was quick to light another cigarette and flick it towards his feet. This one though, not quite a normal cigarette, explodes on impact, making a moderate boom.

Monday leapt back when the boomstick hit a few inches away from his feet. “The hell mate?!” he yelled. “The fuck’s wrong with you?”

If Louise was as attentive as he said he was, then he would have noticed how the noises had ceased in the medical lab; no more sounds of equipment, no doctor talking to himself. Alas, he was not, and so he answered the soldier’s question.

“Germinoma has made it clear to everyone on the base what happens when we disturb him,” Louise repeated. “And more than that, I won’t lie by saying I’m not interested in what he’s investigating. You disturbing his work is ruining what chance he has of investigating something that goes just beyond a fucking broken bone or duties done on the base; we will wait patiently because if that’s what it takes for him to learn about something that could potentially affect us all on a unfathomable scale, then I will gladly stand out here.” Louise paused his long rant, letting a smile creep onto his face. “Besides, throwing my sticks at you is quite entertaining.”

Just as Louise reached into his pocket for another boomstick, the loud door of the lab slid open. The two outside froze as the noise filled the area, as they found themselves facing a rather furious looking medic.

“Oh, hey Germy,” Monday said with a wave of his hand. He smiled and said, “leg’s a bit broken, if you’re up to fixin’ that.”

Germinoma’s eyes glanced down the hall, forcing him to do a double-take; he leaned out of the doorway to look at the long trail of blood that led to the pair, with a large puddle of it at the soldier’s feet–not even mentioning the dark spot of soot from the explosion.

“The fuck is wrong both of ya?” he asked. “Is today fucking ‘Piss Off Medic Day?’ Or are you two asshats just so fuckin’ in love with me that you can’t just fathom leavin’ me alone for a whole day?”

Neither answer for a few beats. Monday then spoke up, pointing at the demo to say, “he got something important to tell ya, and I am about to pass out from blood loss from a botched landmine-jump.” He shrugged. “Still workin’ on it, but it’s coming along nicely.”

Germinoma gave him a blank stare, leaving Louise quiet in understanding of how the man surely felt.

“Get your ass in here,” he eventually groaned. “Not like I was doin’ anything important. I should really get you a helmet or something, Jesus.”

Monday gave a sloppy salute, answering with a “sir, yes sir” before marching on in. The medic’s attention snapped over to Louise.

“And what the hell is it that you want? You got more important things to bother me with than what I was doin’?”

A smile appeared on Louise’s face. “Just hear to tell you that you’re assigned dinner duty tonight,” he said, and took his leave.

“Wha–are you fucking kiddin’ me!? Yeah, let me just drop everything on my plate to cook up some soup. Thank God my entire plate was empty, or else I wouldn’t have time to stir a big pot full of lentils and meat and shit in it! I was almost worried that I wouldn’t be able to do that, and instead would be forced to work all day on something totally fucking not important or anything! Jesus fucking shit!”

Louise was unable to keep the grin off his face as he walked down the hall, the shouts slowly turning into a faint and muted noise as he headed off to his own room. No answers from the medic about what he had been doing, not that Louise had even asked. Only sarcastic remarks from the man, and nothing more. Not unusual, not for the secretive doctor, but Louise still needed answers; for what Germinoma was working on, for what the hell was even happening to the BLUs. He wouldn’t get them, not now, and he accepted that. But nonetheless, he knew something was afoot, and he'd be damned if he didn’t try, at least a little bit, to see what Germinoma was investigating.

#does louise have tinnitus? 🤔 i mean many of them would tbh but imo any demo man should have tinnitus #i didn’t include steve and i am so sorry about that–we’ll just say he doesn’t have him yet #(i forgor)#tf2 #team fortress two #job switcheroo #tf2 au #short yes im sorry lol;; i also really hope i wrote them well--neither spy or sniper are my strong suit when it comes to writing the mercs #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma [VAMPIRE ENDING]

ー The scene starts outside of Eden

Shuu: ...

...Okay.

Yui: ...Shuu-san!

Shuu: ...I’m pretty sure that ensuring your safety is the best way for me to make it up to him.

I’m pretty sure that Ghoul which I killed might be able to rest in peace then as well.

Yui: ...Stop! Please, cut it out, Shuu-saーー!

Shuu: ...Go and tell Yuma that I’m sorry for everything I put him through.

Subaru: Oi, hold up. You’re not bein’ for real right now, are yーー!

*STAB*

*Splatter*

Reiji: Shuu!!

ー Shuu collapses

Shuu: ...Uu...

ー Yuma runs up to them

Yuma: Yui!!

Yui: Yuma-ku...

Yuma: Are ya alright!? ...Wait...Whatcha doin’...?

Shuu: Idiot...Couldn’t you wait to come...until after I was dead...?

*Rustle*

Yuma: Oi!? The fuck are ya doin’...!?

Shuu: I only...took responsibility for what I did.

Yuma: Responsibility!?

Shuu: No, I guess that’s not quite it...I simply wanted to atone for what I did to yーー Cough!

*Splat*

Yuma: Oi!!

Shuu: Hah...In the end, the two of us...were never able to get along.

If we were to ever meet again...I hope that then...At least a littleーー ...

Yuma: ...Oi...?

ー The World Tree withers

Shuu: ...

Yuma: ...Ya gotta be shittin’ me. I can’t believe ya got to say yer part and then run away...

I really do hate ya...Shuu.

*WOOSH*

Ayato: ...What’s happenin’!?

Reiji: The magic is flowing out of Shuu’s body...! The powers he inherited from Fatherーー!

Kino: Those are Father’s powers...!!

Yui: ! You can’t! I won’t let you have those powers!

Kino: Haha, look at you talk! Stop me then if you can!

Yui: ...I will, for sure...!

*Cling*

Yui: You’re the last person I’d give those powers to! Not the guy who continued to betray people like it is nothing...!

Kino: Where did you get that knife? How long have you been hiding it? How brave of you...However.

*Rustle*

Kino: You won’t be able to kill me with your hands trembling like that.

If you want to play with me that badly, could you maybe wait a few more minutes?

I’ll surely need Eve if I want to change the World after becoming Adam, right?

I’ll make sure to give you plenty of attention once I’ve gotten my hands on those powers. And this time ーー forever!

*Rustle*

Yuma: Yui!

Kino: I am meant to inherit those powers! I won’t let anyone get in my way!

Those powers which will turn me into the King of this World shall be mine at last!

Yuma: Fuck, cut it outーーーーーー!

Monologue

ーー Kino-kun reached out his hand,

touching the vortex of magic which had overflown

When he did, the magic was absorbed into his hand,

in the blink of an eye.

Once he had taken everything inside,

he took a deep breath.

Kino: Aah...This is it! These are the powers of a Vampire King! I can feel them flowing through me...!

Ruki: ...This is horrible...! I cannot believe Karlheinz-sama’s powers went to such a guy...!

Yuma: ...Move, Ruki. I’ll go.

Azusa: Yuma...You’re going to take Eve back?

Kou: Yuma-kun, that’s crazy! Kino-kun got his hands on those powers! You stand no chance against him!

Yuma: So I’m supposed to just give up then, huh!?

I’m fuckin’ done with messin’ up the whole time! That’s why I’ll no longer try to be greedy and protect everyone and everythin’!

But ya know, the person most valuable to me...is the one thing I won’t give up.

I promised myself that I’d protect her, so no way in hell I’m lettin’ that guy have her!

Reiji: ...Ayato, Subaru. We shall back him up as well.

Ayato: Haah!? Why us too!?

Subaru: Don’t tell me...You’re not tryin’ to avenge Shuu or somethin’ lame like that, right?

Reiji: Think of it whatever you want. I simply do not want to have to submit to that guy.

Above all, only those who were chosen by Father himself...are worthy of inheriting those powers.

Ayato: Che...Subaru, come!

Subaru: Don’t order me ‘round!

Azusa: ...Ruki...

Ruki: I know! We shall go as well!

Azusa: For Eve, Yuma...and Shuu-san.

Kou: And for Eden as well, right?

Monologue

With Yuma-kun taking the lead,

everyone charged towards Kino-kun who had attained those powers.

I am sure that each and everyone of them,

is fighting for the things or people they wish to protect.

At first, it seemed like each side had a 50-50 chance for victory,

but with one attack after the other being fired their way,

the one who reached their limit first ーー

ended up being Kino-kun.

Yuma: Take that!!

*WOOSH*

Kino: Guh...Uwaaaah!!

*WOOSH*

Yui: ( ...The powers are flowing out of Kino-kun’s body...! )

Kino: But...why...? Just when...I got my hands on those powers...

ー He collapses

*Thud*

Subaru: ...!? He disappeared...!?

Ruki: Was he unable to withstand those powers...? ...In which case, I suppose Sakamaki Shuu was truly the only candidate worthy of wielding those.

Azusa: Hey...Now that they’ve been released...wouldn’t one of the Sakamaki brothers be able to inherit them through touch...?

Reiji: ...I pass. It is quite clear that we are not worthy of them since we were not chosen initially.

Kou: Then what will happen to those? Will they just vanish like that...?

Ayato: ...Nah, they’re flyin. Inside the Castle?

Yui: That’s...the direction of the World Tree, isn’t it...?

ー The scene shifts to the World Tree

Yui: ( Even more leaves have fallen off...I guess they’ve rotten away now that its owner is gone? )

( But then the tree itself should have died as well, no...? What is going on....? )

Yuma: Yui, look! There’s something...layin’ by the base of the tree.

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: An embryo...? How did it get here...?

Yui: ...The World Tree, is born again alongside this World.

Yuma: Ah?

Yui: Shuu-san told me. That’s why it’ll grow again, even after withering.

Yuma: ...So it’ll be reborn even after dyin’?

Hah. I thought he was spoutin’ a load of crap by talkin ‘bout the next time we meet but...Perhaps that time is closer than I thought.

*TIMESKIP*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“We’ll live together as a family. ...To a bright future ahead of us, ‘kay?”

“A new life being born into this world, huh? ...Let’s watch over it. Together.”

Yuma: ーー Hm. ...It’s gotten a bit bigger compared to last time, don’t ya think?

Yui: According to what Reiji-san told us, it’s using the tree’s nutrients to grow.

It might just leave the membrane in another half a year or so.

Yuma: For real...? If this weren’t the Demon World, we’d have the plotpoint for a horror movie.

Yui: I hope the child will grow up healthy after being born into this world.

Yuma: I hope ya realize that ya totally sounded like a mom just now?

Yui: I feel that way towards the child we’ll end up raising together. ...Is that bad?

Yuma: Nah, I guess it’s fine? Reminds me of a real family.

But I can already tell that this lil’ one will turn into one hell of a cheeky brat, ya know?

Yui: Eeh? You think so? I believe this child will grow into a very honest person.

Yuma: Aahn? Based on what, huh?

Yui: I mean, they’ll grow up with such a straightforward person like you as an example. I cannot imagine they wouldn’t turn out honest.

Yuma: I wonder.

...I mean, I hope that this time, they’ll be able to be a lil’ more honest ‘bout their feelings.

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: Nothin’. Anyway, ya better not be satisfied with this?

Yui: What do you mean?

Yuma: I want a real family of our own one day too, so ya better brace yerself.

Yui: ...!

Yuma: I promise I’ll be home early today, so don’t go to sleep yet and wait for me, ‘kay?

I’ll get goin’ then. I’ll be spendin’ the whole day at Rotigenberg today.

More and more places have been hirin’ Ghouls as of late, so I’m hella busy puttin’ in a good word for them.

Yui: Good luck, dad.

Yuma: ...I’m not sure how I feel ‘bout that. I mean, if ya wanna gimme a nickname, why not go for somethin’ a lil’ more, ya know?

Yui: ...Good luck, honey?

Yuma: Heh, I like that. ...You’re going to reward me for my hard work once I’m back home, right?

Yui: Fufu, sure.

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: I’ll get goin’ then. ...Nn.

*Smooch*

Yui: Have a safe trip. Yuma-kun.

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers translation #lost eden #leyumaending1

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dujour13 · 1 year

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siavash! ‘A quiet sigh as they turn away.’

Thanks Spyri ❤️ Took a long time but I liked this one too much to throw it out there half baked.

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The Queen was made of marble: straight-backed in her polished armor, face tilted up to reflect the pale gray light. “Your personal effects have been transferred to the inn. Be ready at dawn.”

Woljif saw Siavash bow his head and squeeze his eyes shut as the Queen turned sharply and left them standing in the Citadel courtyard like a bunch of spanked children.

Sidling up close, he muttered, “Fuck her.”

Siavash shrugged. “She’s right. She should never have given me the title in the first place.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? Everything you’ve done? You took back Drezen. And I wasn’t even around to give you advice.”

That got a smile.

“I’ll tell you what it is. You’re not doin’ it her way. I seen it a hundred times. Somebody plays the smart alec and makes the boss look dumb and down they go. Long as you wear the leash they’ll throw you a bone, but the minute you start thinkin’ for yourself you’re in a bag full a’ rocks sinkin’ to the bottom a’ the Sellen.”

“That’s not what the Queen’s doing. She’s not a mob boss. She’s…”

Woljif gave a wan snort. “What’s the difference?”

Siavash almost laughed. Wasn’t that what the democratic philosophers said? What is a noble but an institutionalized thug? Though in Galfrey’s case that felt uncharitable.

“She’s been fighting the Abyss for three lifetimes. That’s the difference.”

“And losing.”

“Well, yeah.”

“So what’re you gonna do? Say ‘fair enough’ and walk away?”

The amusement instantly left his face, drained along with all the blood—and all the hope. Siavash had to force the words out.

“I’m going to the Abyss.”

Woljif’s tail went still. “You’re really gonna do it.”

About a thousand emotions clamored in Siavash’s heart, but fear drowned the rest of them out. He started to reach for Woljif like a lifeline and thought better of it.

Let him go.

The act of dragging his eyes away and turning his back on him took every ounce of his remaining strength, which was scarce enough after the battle of the Fane and the Queen’s betrayal. It was not in his nature to be stoic, and yet for Woljif’s sake he had to be. His heart stung like it was tearing open as he turned.

The one thing he needed most right now, and the one thing he could not allow himself.

Let him go.

Wearily Siavash scooped up his bloody gear from the ground and slung it over his shoulder. By now the Free Crusaders had mostly wandered off; those who remained were bickering. The Merry Band stood about looking embarrassed and adrift. Even Iomedae’s Herald didn’t seem to know what to say.

What Woljif saw was a flash of terror as Siavash turned his back on him with a sigh like snuffing out the last candle.

“Hey—”

Siavash set off toward the inn, not looking back.

“Hey, you’re not pullin’ one over on me.”

He kept walking.

“I see what you’re doin’, you know.” And it did seem obvious: acting like a tough guy, turning his back because he was going to the Abyss without him. But… why would he do that?

There was only one possible answer.

They’d never said the words, but they hung in the air between them, binding like chains made of sweet sunlight, drawing him into a warm embrace, drawing him down to the Abyss.

Everything he’d secretly dreamed of. The best thing that had ever happened to him and also the worst.

He caught up but found he couldn’t speak as they went down the stairs side-by-side. In his head Woljif pictured the alternative: Well, g’bye chief, good luck. And then what? Back to business as usual? Fresh air in his lungs and cobbles under his boots, deals to make and strings to pull, but no heart for it. Alone and carved out hollow.

And on the heels of that thought came another, novel thought, the kind he usually classified as top secret, or a load of sentimental nonsense: that Siavash was a friend, the real deal—an idea he would have scoffed at not long ago—and much more now too, and to let him go off to the Abyss by himself would be an act so low not even Woljif Jefto would do it. He imagined Siavash standing there all alone in the Abyss, probably crying, knowing him, and it made his throat tighten painfully.

He stole a glance at him—his face, though drained of its usual joy, the one thing that had ever felt good and right in his life. How could his heart sink with fear and take wing at the same time? It was painful and confusing and… wonderful.

I’ll go the Abyss for you.

Because you don’t want me to.

How’s that for messed up?

He looked at him sidelong and confided, “You showed me your cards just now. You know that.”

Siavash frowned. “What are you—”

“If you really didn’t care, you’d pretend you did.” Woljif tapped his temple with a cunning smirk. “Gotcha figured out.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” Siavash wasn’t sure whether it was a laugh or a sob on its way out. He stopped mid-stride on the stairs and finally gave into the temptation to look at him: his clever yellow eyes and the conspiratorial smirk on his lips trembling with repressed emotion.

“We oughtta make a break for it, chief.”

The worst thing was that he seriously considered it for a moment, and with his whole heart: the two of them boarding a ship for Katapesh, sun on their shoulders and wind in their sails, that lighter-than-air feeling of freedom. So close, so real he could almost hear the gulls.

He didn’t mean to, but the wound had opened in the Fane and though the bleeding had stopped the pain had not, and his hand went to it reflexively, pressing as if to force the sundered flesh back together. Woljif’s eyes followed the movement.

“There’s nothing I want more,” he whispered.

Woljif sighed. “I know. Had to try.”

When the others came around the corner and started down the stairs toward the inn, what they saw was the ex-Knight Commander and Woljif caught in a desperate hug as if the world was breaking apart under their feet, holding each other in bloodstained arms and laughing or crying or maybe both.

#thanks for the prompt!!#spyridonya #woljif jefto #siavash #siavash x woljif #my writing

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mino-diabolik · 1 year

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Just My Type

A nearby group rattled their horns with laughter as Mystic stumbled out from the rowdy crowd, barely catching himself against the wall before his legs gave out beneath him. He properly propped against it, leaning back as he waited for the world to stop spinning. He shifted slightly, casting an icy glare at the demons through messy inky locks. They continued to find humor in the situation, but had the decency to turn away and act oblivious.

Mystic closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping some fresh air would be enough to breeze out all substances from his system. It was all futile, of course. He defeatedly straightened back up and marched out into the sidewalk. Passersby rushed by his sides through the nightlife, all beginning to search for a place to get screwed up. Mystic on the other hand, was just ready to call it quits.

It had started as such a peaceful night. How could a simple letter have ruined it entirely? Perhaps it was the natural reaction of his body from reading that goddamn name, or even the thought of how absolutely vile he had been while knowing Mystic would be forced to pick up the letter and read it.

Something warm slipped down the side of his face and deep in his throat brewed an itch he desperately wish he could reach for and scratch.

He staggered out into the alleyway, running a pair of sluggish hands over his garments in search for the keys of his car.

Was it a good idea? Probably not. But it wasn’t like he had someone on speed dial to come rescue him from his misery. Nor was he quite fond of the idea of having someone see him in his worst state possible.

“Mystic?”

As it would appear, god found his misery entertaining.

The Founder looked over his shoulder—much annoyed than surprised—to meet the outrageously gorgeous figure of a known friend.

Dear lord, those words had not just been formed in his head. Both alcohol and drugs were truly drying out whatever brain cells remained after the mayhem he had just left.

“Just my luck,” Mystic huffed, bringing a hand up to harshly swipe away the trickling tears. He grew increasingly irate as his vision blurred repeatedly. No matter how many time he wiped his eyes into his sleeve, they would always return.

“You don’t seem too pleased,” Ruki commented.

“Thanks fo’ noticin’, Sherlock,” Mystic hissed back, refusing to face the other. “‘The fuck ‘re ya doin’ here?”

“Looking for Kou. He called me and the others to come get him, but never received a specific location.” Ruki explained. “Who would have thought we would run into each other at such place.”

Mystic found his keys in a pocket on the inside of his jacket at last and sighed. “Well, good luck with that. There’s a sea ‘f idiots outside tonight.”

Just as he tried to walk away, a hand swiftly picked the keys out from his grasp. He jerked around in an attempt to snatch them back, but Ruki lifted them away form his reach. “You weren’t thinking of driving yourself home in that state, were you?”

“What’s it matter to ya?” Mystic snapped. “Give me my keys!” He pounced forth once more, but was unsuccessful a second time.

Ruki staggered back from Mystic’s aggressive attempts. “I’m not letting you be behind the wheel when you cannot even speak coherently.”

“And just why the fuck do you care?!” Mystic wailed, tears dripping down a long his face once more. He suddenly weakened under his own shame and rushing thoughts. The drunken Founder quit his tantrum and collapsed against the Vampire, holding onto his shoulders and plopping his forehead against his chest. “Just leave me alone…”

Ruki watched the pitiful display in silence, finally thinking it safe to lower the hand with the keys in them. “Are you done?”

No response.

Mystic felt his feet be swept off the ground first, before it settled in his entire body had been picked up. He hadn’t noticed just how heavy his limbs felt up until that instant. He didn’t fight the gesture, as he was too far gone to even care. “Thought you’d come to find your brother.”

“I’m sure Yuma and Azusa can handle Kou on their own,” Ruki responded, scanning the cars lined up along the side of the road in search of Mystic’s. “Do you still drive the same vehicle?”

“Same old Bentley,” Mystic mumbled in response, drying off his cheeks into his sleeve. “Don’t say ya thinkin’ ‘bout drivin’ me yourself?”

“I still recall some of the lessons from that time you offered to teach us.”

As Mystic had said, an older model Bentley awaited for its owner’s return; faint scratches and subtle dents adorned its obsidian paint and silver bumpers.

Ruki carefully settled Mystic on his feet, wrapping an arm around the other’s waist to hold him upright. He tugged at the door’s handle and propped it open, aiding the drunken one into the front-passenger’s seat. He assured the door was properly closed, then walked around the front the other side.

Ruki felt slightly out of place sitting behind the steering wheel. He fumbled around with the pedals, stick, and wheel as the memories of Mystic’s lessons returned to him.

“Ruki,” Mystic suddenly spoke; eyes gone into a void as he gawked forth. His voice seemed incredibly loud inside the enclosed space of the car’s inside.

The Vampire paused and turned to look at him.

“Was really thinkin’ of gettin’ fucked silly tonight,” he chuckled drunkenly. “Was just on my way to meet up with someone. Caught me before I did somethin’ very dumb.”

Ruki agreed in his mind, but said nothing.

“I assume you ain’t willin’ to drive over to their place.”

Ruki unwittingly gripped the steering wheel. “Absolutely not.”

Mystic chortled. “So, now what?” He rested back against the seat and rolled his head to meet Ruki’s gaze. “Ya ain’t got a clue where I live.”

“It could always be as simple as you telling me,” Ruki replied, knowing well just where the drunken man was trying to stray the conversation.

“Don’t wanna go home, though…”

“Mystic, we are not discussing this right now.”

The Founder exhaled through his nose, clearly dazed. “Just for tonight?” He reached out to grip the elbow of Ruki’s blazer.

Ruki glanced down at the fingers clinging onto the fabric of his garment, then up at Mystic once more. His grip on the steering wheel tightened further. “Mystic, we cannot keep—”

“Ruki,” he pleaded, moving his hand up to wrap it around his arm.

The Vampire couldn’t help it as his eyes moved over the Founder’s figure. He inhaled once more, shocked at how quickly the enclosed space had filled up with his scent. He turned away, flexing his fingers over the steering wheel. He turned the key on the engine, but didn’t move from the spot for a while.

Mystic leaned out to peek at his expression. “Ruki?”

Ruki gave him a quick glance and shook his head. Whatever spell the Founder’s words could cast, he had been entirely enthralled. He moved the stick shift and turned the steering wheel, driving off into the street.

“You are…” Ruki muttered, “the absolute worst.”

#[canonverse]#diabolikloversoc #mystic tsukinami #ruki mukami #ruki x mystic #one shot

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claymorexpunisher · 1 year

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Roman Reigns x Fem Reader (unedited preview)

Sooo... like it says in the title, what I have so far is completely unedited. It might change, it might not. And I obvs couldn't give y'all the reeeally spicy good stuff yet! 😂 Either way I hope you enjoy what I have so far...

Summary: Theory makes an unwise and ignorant comment about Reader and Roman takes matters into his own hands.

From the second Roman, his cousins, Sami, Heyman and I walked into the venue, I knew some shit was about to pop off.

It was just a gut feeling that grew and grew the closer we got to our destination, and I couldn’t shake it off.

Austin Theory’s stint on Smackdown proved to be a nuisance to… well, everyone.

At first things were going well.

Austin was seemingly fitting in with everyone and not a single wrestler had any complaints.

He especially knew it was in his best interest to keep a respectful distance from me and the rest of The Bloodline.

But things have slowly taken a turn, and Vince’s decision to take Austin under his wing didn’t really help.

The dude seemed to feel… untouchable and it mainly showed in the way he spoke to people in the locker room.

There really wasn’t a moment where he didn’t put his entire foot in his mouth these days…

Now, Roman and I’s relationship wasn’t a secret at this point.

The on-screen chemistry alone gave us away, and the closer we got off-screen, the more ridiculous it felt to continue to deny the rumors.

Roman was considerably older than me but so far, there wasn’t anything that made it clear that our age difference was ever going to be an issue.

Sure, his protective nature could be a bit much sometimes, but I always managed to talk him back down.

And things in the locker room have been pretty chill in the last few weeks, surprisingly.

But today, it seemed like Austin Theory was going to be back on his bullshit, and I was going to reach my limit.

I was waiting for a migraine to pass that night, so as soon as we walked in, the boys walked me straight into Roman’s locker room while they went to find out what the in-ring plans were for all of us that night.

Little did I know that the biggest headache on Earth was going to walk through that door tonight…

‘’I just don’t get what she sees in him, yknow? Sure, the dude’s jacked or whatever. But he’s… old. At least compared to her. She’s in her prime and he’s headed closer to the nursing home, am I right?’’ Austin laughed, but Woods didn’t find it amusing.

And things were about to get worse.

‘’He’s not that much older than her… besides, they seem to work well together. He clearly loves her; she clearly loves him. And they respect each other. That’s all that matters.’’ Woods said and shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t really care to discuss his friends’ private lives as much as Theory had a habit of doing so these days.

Especially when it came to The Tribal Chief and his woman.

‘’I dunno about that… there’s gotta be somethin’ else there… maybe it’s the money? He makes way more than she does, right? Maybe that’s what it is.’’ Austin mimicked Xavier’s shrug, and it took every ounce of self-control within Xavier to not visibly cringe at Theory’s next string of words.

‘’Maybe she’s doing me a favor in staying away. Maybe she’s just one of those usual ringrats who are just after the exposure. The money and fame that comes with being associated with a top star…’’ Theory shrugged again as Xavier just took a second to gawk at his co-worker’s audacity.

And to gawk at Jimmy and Jey- and a seething Roman- who were standing right behind Theory, having heard every last word that came out of his big-ass mouth.

‘’Heyyy, Woods! Austin! How yall doin? You good?... Ey, Austin! Why don’t you repeat what you just told my boy Woods here?’’ Jimmy greeted them, not giving either of them a second to muster up a coherent response and daring Austin to repeat his cruel and misogynistic words.

The second Austin turned around to face who he thought was just Jimmy, the twins watched him go ghostly pale at the sight of their cousin ready to pounce.

‘’You got two seconds to apologize for what you just said.’’ Roman said.

He wasn’t that much taller than Austin, but right now, Austin may as well have been a toddler.

Austin said nothing, so Roman continued, walking closer to the other man.

‘’Let’s get one thing straight- first of all, my girl ain’t ‘’associated with a top star’’-‘’ Roman said, mimicking Austin’s voice with exaggerated air quotes.

‘’- she is a top star. You know why? Because she works her ASS off for everything she’s got, and she doesn’t stand around here runnin’ her mouth like you tend to do because you seem to think you got a permanent spot here… second of all- and I want you to pay attention closely when I say this-… Imma make you regret calling my girl what you just called her. You understand me? Imma make you regret it for the rest of your fuckin’ life. And if I catch you running your mouth again- hell, if I catch you breathing in her direction- you’re gone. Do you understand me?’’ Roman said.

To anyone else watching from afar it seemed as if Roman and Austin were just having a friendly chat what with the pleasant smile on Roman’s face.

But from where he was standing, Austin could see the coldness and anger in Roman’s eyes.

It just about made him piss his tights.

‘’He asked you a question.’’ Jey said to Austin after the Georgia native continued to gawk in terror.

‘’…Understood.’’ Austin finally answered, nodding once while he tried not to back down from Roman’s firm eye contact and the twins.

… But it seemed like Austin wasn’t done digging his grave…

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#roman reigns #roman reigns x female reader #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfic #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #wwe fan fiction

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ludi-ling · 1 year

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how do you think remy reacted when he first found out about rogue being caught in terrigen mist and when he realized rogue wasnt in a good place mentally when she was in avengers?

Sorry it took so long to (at least half) respond to this. I needed to wait for the creative inspiration to strike, so to speak. Covid over the holidays is great for sitting round and waiting for your muse to rock up.

I hope you still get to see this anyways, anonymous asker. Merry Christmas. 🎄

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Next-of-Kin

Avengers Mansion, dead as a doornail, quiet as a mouse. Everythin’ packed up and ready to be sold or auctioned off. Anythin’ here worth stealin’? Maybe, probably. Very likely.

It’s only out of respect for the person I’m here for that I don’t go rootin’ around to find out.

I turn a box-lined corridor and who should I see but Deadpool, lackadaisically standing guard outside the door I’m supposed to go into.

“You’re an Avenger?” is the first thing that comes to my mind, and I can’t help but say it.

At the impromptu greeting, he pushes away from the wall, arms spread.

“Me? An Avenger? Pfft, naw. Who’s dumb idea would that be, to make me an Avenger?”

“My thought exactly,” I respond as I draw near.

“Yeah, well… Stark’s gone bankrupt,” Deadpool shrugs. “Not enough money in the game to make it worth my while.”

“I hear that.” I glance at all the boxes, ready to be moved out. “How the mighty have fallen. Or somethin’.” I run a hand through my hair, expecting the worst, hoping for the best, wanting this to be over with either way. “Thanks for callin’ me,” I say; but he just waves me off.

“Don’t thank me. This was Cap’s idea. Said you were on her next-of-kin list. Told me I should call you.”

‘Next-o’-kin’? I don’t like the sound’a dat. The past few months all I been doin’ is playin’ sympathetic-ex-boyfriend to whatever the hell she sees herself right now, and this feels like an extension of those duties. If she’s put me down to be the executor of her will, I’m gonna be real pissed.

“Is, ah… Is Cap in there?” I ask nervously, figuring Wade doesn’t need to know a damn thing about my current relationship with Anna.

“Don’t worry, Gumboid,” he replies. “The old man said that since you have a warrant out for your arrest, it’s best if he ain’t around if you happen to turn up.”

Whew. Thank fuck for that. Don’t think I could handle Captain Boy Scout hovering over my shoulder at a moment like this.

“Thanks,” I say, reaching for the handle. “And by the way. There are at least 5 warrants out on my head.”

I lean into the door, and I’m just about to open it when he stalls me.

“Hey, Gambit. While we’re on the topic, you know a guy named Chalmers?”

I pause. I level him a look.

“Deadpool, dis ain’t the time for dis kinda shit…”

“I know.” He grins. At least I think he does behind that mask. “I’m just sayin’. You’re a thief. There’s a fun li’l gig lined up for you, if and when you can squeeze one in-between your ‘next-of-kin’ duties.”

“G’bye, Wade,” I shoot acerbically at him, and let myself inside.

I ain’t prepared for what I see on the other side.

Rogue, lookin’ like shit.

I shut the door behind me quietly. I let out the breath I’ve been holding in. I walk to her bedside and see just what the Terrigen Mists have done to her.

“Oh, Anna,” I murmur to myself. “Whatchu gone done to yourself, chere?”

She can’t hear me, hooked up like she is to all this equipment, in what I can only assume is an induced coma. The fact that she can’t hear or see me is the only reason I’m here. We laid out some ground rules for one another after all. I gave her permission to walk away, and she took it. I’m your home, your harbour, I said to her in one of my rare, earnest moments. You’ll come to me when you know that. But don’t come to me before. Which means – for now – don’t come to me at all.

I scratch the back of my head awkwardly at the memory. Those words had felt unnecessarily harsh at the time, for both of us – but it had obviously been what she needed to hear. She had never come back to me. Not once. Sure, we’d run into one another, now and then. Traded kind words, smiled. Hugged. Perhaps even flirted now and then. But she’d never come back in the way that mattered, in the way I wanted, or hoped for, or both.

Y’know, I hear things. I know about Mags. I know about Johnny Storm. Can’t keep things hidden for long wit’ the X-Men. S’like livin’ in some podunk town in the middle of nowhere. Everyone knows everybody, secrets will out. Jubes loves secrets.

I’m a big boy, but there are some secrets I wish I didn’t haveta hear.

I dunno how contagious this disease is, but I’m all gloved up, so I reach out and touch her blistered hand. It’s a simple thing, but how many times has she pulled her hand away from mine? How many times have I only been able to touch her like this? Gloves on, skin covered? The moment she gained control of her powers felt like the moment she started to withdraw from me, like she wanted to try to touch everyone and everything that wasn’t me. That smarts. It stings, when we’re both here, and I’m touching her like this.

I draw up a chair beside her and sit. Again I think about how I’m breaking some sort of rule in being here, this understanding we have, the one I don’t want. The one where I step aside and make way for her to live her life. Where I wait for her to figure out I’m the one she wants.

Fuck that.

“I get it, chere,” I murmur into the quiet, half resentful, half helpless. “You want me when you’re on death’s door. You put me down as your next-o’-kin so I turn up by your side when you’re so fucked up you don’t even have to be conscious to know I’m there. You trust me with your life. You just don’t trust me with your love.”

It’s infuriating. It’s infuriating to know that’s how it is, despite everythin’. I didn’t make no grand sacrifice, voluntarily stepping away from her, for purely altruistic reasons. I did it because I knew she wouldn’t choose me. I knew she’d choose Mags. And I just hadn’t wanted to be there to see it.

And this is the prize I get. Havin’ the privilege of bein’ with her again when she’s like this.

I link my fingers with hers, raise her hand to my cheek. Careful our skin doesn’t touch. Conscious of how we’ve both played this game before. Don’t touch!—her perennial warning. Me, pushing the boundaries, so damn hard, all the fuckin’ time. All I ever wanted was this. To feel her warmth.

“Guess I should be flattered you put me down on the list of people you wan’ around when you’re dead or dying,” I tell her. Am I sounding bitter? Maybe a li’l. “They tellin’ me they’re workin’ on a cure, that Hank and Stark are optimistic, that you’ll pull through. They don’t need to hide it from me though. They’re worried. Real worried.” I slide her a weary smile. “They dunno how often you and I danced dis tango though, do they, chere? You, on death’s door. Me, sittin’ here by your side, willin’ you to wake up, be strong, get better. And you always do.” I laugh softly, squeeze her hand. “Y’know, for someone who’s ‘well-nigh invulnerable’, you don’t half end up in a coma often, mon amour. Why is dat?”

She don’t answer. She might look like a hot mess right now, but that pretty li’l face of hers don’t even twitch in reply. The soft blip of the heart monitor is the only response I get. I’m used to this. Not gettin’ answers from her. Her, runnin’ away when shit gets real.

Shit’s real now, chere. They tell me you could die. And if you do, would all’a dat runnin’ been worth it?

Not dat you’d be alive to care.

But I’d be. I’d be.

The harried smile drops from my face. I take her lifeless hand between both of mine. I press my lips to my knuckles, cos I can’t press them against hers.

“Lissen, chere. Word is, you could die from dis. Too early to tell yet, nobody knows what dis M-Pox thing means. Me, I think you’re too much of a fighter for this to end you. I know you, chere. But if you don’t… if you don’t get past dis… I want you t’know somethin’. I love you. I put a space b’tween us knowin’ I could deal with it because you were out there tryin’ t’be happy. But if you weren’t out there… if the space between us means you ain’t never comin’ back… I don’t think I could live with it. Livin’ in a world wit’out you wouldn’t be worth livin’, chere. I mean it.”

I pause. As always, no answer.

Go figure.

“So you live, girl. Live, so we continue to get that chance we might never take.”

I gently rest her hand back down by her side. I don’t think there’s anything more I can think of to say. I stand. I give her hand one last squeeze.

“Love you, Anna Marie,” I say, before I leave.

I’m surprised to see Deadpool still standing sentry outside the door.

“You still out here?” I ask.

“Hey, Cap said I should keep a look out for her while you were here. I hear things about you, y’know, Gambit. I know all about your weird kinks!”

I raise an irritated eyebrow at him. Why the hell Cap’s lettin’ him run wit’ de Avengers is beyond me.

“Yeah, well, takin’ advantage of my comatose ex-girlfriend ain’t one of ‘em.”

I turn to leave.

“You goin’ already?” Wade asks.

“Yeah. She looks stable. I’m trustin’ Stark and Hank will take care o’her better than I could. Just make sure you call me again, if things look bad.”

“And if they look good?”

I stop, think about it.

“Yeah. Lemme know. Just don’t expect me to rock up again. She won’t appreciate it if she wakes up and finds me there.”

“Huh. She wants you there when she’s about to kick the bucket, but not when everythin’s all fairy dust and unicorn farts. Sounds like my kinda woman.”

Ugh. I’m outta here.

“G’bye, Wade!” I nearly holler at him.

I’m halfway down the hallway when I think of something. I halt, spin round.

“By the way. That Chalmers job?”

“Yeah?”

I grin.

“Deal me in.”

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#questions answered #Romy fanfic #Romy #Rogue #Gambit #Remy LeBeau #Anna Marie #Deadpool #canon compliant

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