#And I get that same panic burst I got when I begged a friend not to hit me (who was giving me a head pat)

[insaneillusionist]

Me when I realize that I'm dying of anxiety.

#my random stuff #delete later #Gah I just got anxious again. #And it's bad. #But like I'm fine. #And I start walking down the stairs and the door is suddenly opened and it's scary #And I get that same panic burst I got when I begged a friend not to hit me (who was giving me a head pat) #Like I don't even know why I panicked for that cuz I've never been hit before so #Anyway I need to disappear from here and probably will again soon so hopefully end of today and if I have strength of will I won't be here #for another month. All Ides of March posts are queued anyway.

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's hanging out with Steve at Family Video when Robin stomps in like a whirlwind.

"Oh, god, I did something so dumb. You have to help meee."

They straighten from where they lean over the counter towards each other, and Eddie takes a big step back, sure that all his big gay feelings for Steve are on display.

"What did you do this time?" Steve smiles with exasperated fondness.

"It's so bad." Robin faceplants with a dramatic wail.

"What happened?" Eddie asks

"I--I'm so sorry!" She looks at both of them, and a tingle of panic works it's way up Eddie's spine.

"My parents started going on and on about me and Steve and why we won't just admit we're dating, and I started to freak out because they won't accept that we're just friends, and I'm not ready to tell them that I'm a lesbian, even though I think it would be okay, so, I told them you were dating someone, Steve."

"Well, that's not so bad, Rob. So, what, they think I have a girlfriend? Who cares."

Her shoulders slump and she frowns. "I wish that's what they thought. They kept asking who, and I panicked!"

"Robin." Steve looks alarmed now, his pretty mouth pulled into a grimace. "What did you tell them?"

"Okay, please don't hate me," she begs. She's looking at Steve, but then she's looking over at Eddie. And oh, god, oh fuck, this can't be happening.

"You've got to be kidding me, Buckley," he says. He keeps his voice light but the touch of panic has become a punch.

"Wait. How do you know--how does he--? Who am I dating?"

"Me, Harrington. She told them you were dating me."

"Oh," Steve shrugs. "Sure."

Eddie chokes on air, plays it off. "For you maybe, Stevie. We in the Munson household have standards."

Steve doesn't meet a beat. "I'll have you know, Edward, that I am a catch."

"Yeah, for the lovely ladies of Hawkins," Eddie winks, even though every word, every gesture aches.

"Oh, c'mon! I'm a great boyfriend. Defend me here, Robin"

Normally, Eddie finds these antics to be charming, but confronting his crush on Steve so forcefully has ruined his mood.

"Need a cigarette," he says to escape.

He's only alone for a few minutes before Steve is sidling up next to him.

"What's she need us to do?"

"Dinner."

He grimaces, exhaling a plume of smoke. "I'm so bad at meeting the parents."

"Shut-up." Steve pokes him in the chest. "Everyone loves you. It's kind of obnoxious, actually. Plus, I think this'll help her feel more comfortable about coming out."

He snorts if only so he doesn't have to think about Steve talking about him and love in the same sentence.

"Fine. For Buck, I'll do it." But he doesn't know how he'll get through pretending to date his biggest crush with out spontaneously combusting.

"Love the enthusiasm," Steve laughs. "You know I'd treat you right, Munson."

The blush that rolls over his face is crimson. "Alright, big boy, calm down. We're not actually dating."

The bark of laughter Steve lets out is a burst of pure adrenaline to Eddie's heart. This is going to be a disaster.

---

The night of the dinner arrives and Eddie almost blows the whole game when they walk in the Buckley front door and Steve's arm wraps around his waist. The night is all casually intimate touches and Steve leaning into his personal space; calling him "baby" in a soft, warm voice; eyes drifting to Eddie's lips as they flirt and banter.

It's almost like they're a couple; almost like Steve could love him.All of his senses are overwhelmed with Steve Harrington and it fucking hurts. But Eddie lets himself indulge, finally running his fingers through Steve's gorgeous hair, tracing the moles on his face and neck, outlining the sharpness of his perfect jaw, calling him "sweetheart" with heartbreaking fondness.

It's intoxicating.

They're helping Mrs. Buckley with the dishes when it happens. When Steve leans over and casually presses his lips to Eddie's, tasting like vanilla ice cream and spiced apples and something indefinably warm. Eddie is helpless not to crumple, leans into Steve, wraps fists into the perfectly fitted polo, drawing them closer.

The night ends and Eddie thinks he's finally free, except the Buckleys love them. Keep inviting them back.

He goes for Robin, he tells himself, but he knows that it's for the hope of it. Knows that he's a ship breaking himself against the rock that is Steve Harrington, and god help him, he can't stop.

---

Of course, of course, the wires get crossed. The kids have a pool party, leave Steve and Eddie to ice cream clean-up duty. Of course, he can't stop himself from smearing some melted mint chip down Steve's face, and Steve retaliates with chocolate sauce.

They giggle and flight and make mess until Steve's eyes are bright, cheeks red, and Eddie can't look away. He clocks Steve's eyes drifting to his mouth, is helpless as the distance between them closes, as Steve captures his lips.

It's not the brief, chaste things from the Buckley's; it's hot, all tongues and teeth and desire, and it's not fucking real.

Eddie lurches back, making Steve stumble. "Stop," he snarls.

"Eddie--" Steve's eyes are wide.

He's panting, can't catch his breath. "You can't just fucking kiss me like that when it doesn't mean anything to you."

"Please," Steve begs. "Let me explain."

"Save it. We're done with this. Robin is good now. And I'm out."

He turns away, heads towards the front door, but Steve pulls him back.

"Let me explain. Please. Please, Eddie. I didn't mean--"

And it's too much. Steve's plaintive voice, his big eyes wet with tears.

"Of course you didn't mean it," he spits. "It's nothing to you, pretending to date me. Touching me. Kissing me. Acting like you love me. It doesn't matter to the Heartthrob of Hawkins. But have you or Buckley ever taken the time to think that it's everything to me?" Hot tears spill down his cheeks and he can't even be embarrassed because all of this has been so humiliating.

Steve gapes at him, face slack and stunned. "Eddie, I--I'm so--"

"Don't. See you around, Harrington," he says. Then he runs.

---

He doesn't leave the trailer for a week. Refuses to pick up the phone.

It's Saturday, early evening. Wayne just left for his shift when there's a knock on the door.

Eddie is content to ignore it, to wrap himself in a quilt on the couch, but the knocking doesn't stop.

"Eddie, I know you're in there. Your van is here. The lights are on. I can hear you," Steve calls.

Longing clenches at his heart, but he's not in the mood for the gentle let down.

"Go away, Harrington." He starts towards his bedroom, thinking maybe he can lock Steve out.

"Please, Eddie."

"I don't need anything from you, Harrington."

It's silent for long enough that Eddie thinks it works. And then, " I have so many things I should tell you, Eds. If you still hate me at the end, I'll go. I'll never bother you again. But please, please listen."

Resigned to having a conversation he never wanted, Eddie opens the door. "Okay, Harrington."

Steve steps inside, twisting his hands for a few seconds before blurting out, "I've had a crush on you for months."

The confession briefly steals Eddie's breath from his lungs before he scoffs, "and you never said anything? C'mon, Harrington, when have you ever hesitated to ask someone out?"

Steve blinks a few times, before he answers. "I've been terrified to say anything because I didn't want to lose my best friend."

"And what, Robin asks us to pretend to date and you think that's the perfect time to make your move?" Eddie grips at his hair, pulling it in front of his face.

"Yeah, a little bit!" Steve raises his voice. "I tried but I was terrified you only wanted me as a friend."

"You know I'm gay, Harrington!"

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Of course I wanted you!" Eddie's yelling now, has closed the distance between them so they're almost nose-to-nose.

"I didn't know! How could I? You could've said something!"

"I thought you were straight! Fucking look at you! You've slept with 75% of the available girls at Hawkins High!"

"Who cares about them, Eddie? I want you!"

"Funny way of showing it, Harrington."

"What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? Cause I am."

"Is that why you kissed me at your house? Making your move?"

"It wasn't supposed to be. I got--" Steve's throat bobs as he swallows. "Caught up in the moment. I know I shouldn't have kissed you like that. I know."

"Then why did you?" Eddie's voice breaks. "Why then? Why not any of the other nights we spent together?"

"Because that's when I realized that I'm fucking in love with you!" Steve shouts.

They're both breathing hard by the end, Steve's eyes too bright, face too flushed. They stare at each other, unmoving, Steve's confession ringing in his ears.

"You done?" Eddie's voice waivers, his heart pounding, stuttering, flipping in his chest.

Steve nods, but Eddie doesn't give him a chance to move. He brings their mouths crashing together, Steve not even hesitating to slip his tongue between Eddie's lips. They kiss hard enough that they draw blood, but that just makes it more frenzied. Eddie grips Steve's hip, presses him against the trailer door, grinding against him with abandon.

Eddie breaks the kiss to finally pay some attention to the delightful moles on Steve's neck, working his way up to his jaw. "I'm going to have so much fun taking you apart, sweetheart," he whispers, mouth pressed to Steve's ear, delighting in the way he shivers at the words.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #one shot #fake dating #mutual pining #angst #friends to lovers #unrequited love that's totally requited #robin buckley #platonic stobin #eddie munson's big gay feelings for steve harrington #they're in love your honor #they're just bad at the talking part

[kyhgwts]

summary: when Theo can’t help but fall for his best friend…s

WARNINGS: voyeurism, daddy kink, rough sex, crying (in a good way), pet names (sweetheart, baby, princess, mamas), AFTERCARE (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Draco and Theo) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Dom!Draco, Shy!Theo, Fem!reader

tags: @dr4cosimp @jessetalexis-blog tagging you guys since you convinced me to finish this <3

You and Draco had noticed Theo’s odd behavior, he wouldn’t talk as much around you two and he would fidget. At first you guys thought it was his anxiety, but after actually paying attention you both came to a conclusion. Theo is unconditionally and inevitably in love with both of you. (you catch that)

At first, you two just kinda enjoyed the way Theo would tense up around you two. You both wanted Theo, but you also wanted fun.

‘Listen, and then he’ll watch i know he will.’ Draco explained, you listened intently on your boyfriends idea.

‘What if he doesn’t?’ you say, Draco gives you a stare.

‘He’s been a complete mess for the past few weeks, you think he wouldn’t take the chance to watch us fuck if he had it?’ Draco asked and you ponder on it.

-

And that’s how you ended up here, Draco smashing into you. Not even a minute into sex you honestly forgot Theo was most likely watching, too drunk on lust.

Theo was indeed watching, Blaise had told him to give something to Draco which he was annoyed but did it anyway and he’s so glad he did.

Standing there, the door slightly open with you riding Draco. It had Theo in shock when he first heard it, but even more in shock when he actually saw it.

He was sweating, almost bursting out of his pajama pants. He knew it was wrong, but who leaves the door cracked open when having sex?!?! (people who want you to catch them)

Hearing your small whimpers, mixed with Draco’s hushed praises made Theo feral. It was like he got trapped, he couldn’t move he was stuck watching you.

‘Theo, come in’ Draco’s voice was firm, making you flinch and making Theo panic. He froze.

well shit.

He watched Draco whisper to you, you whimpered and turned around to see Theo frozen in the wide open door.

Draco had held you down, keeping you from moving. You whimpered pushing at his chest, still stuck in the moment. You push your head down onto Draco’s chest when he grabbed your wrists and placed them behind you.

‘I’m not letting her move till you come in Theodore.’ Draco said, you whine trying to move completely forgetting all about what was happening.

‘W- what?’ Theo’s voice was shaky and unsure, Draco could see the big gulp Theo took.

‘Theoooo just come in please’ you whine, begging him to come in just like Draco had asked you to.

Theo reluctantly slowly walked in shutting the door behind him, he had no idea what was going on.

‘come here’ Draco waved Theo over, still keeping you from moving getting you irritated.

‘i- what’s going on’ Theo said, barley above a whisper.

‘don’t ask questions’ Draco said standing up still holding you to him, you cling onto him like a little koala and Theo wants to melt.

‘sit down’ Draco points to where he was just sitting, Theo hadn’t even argued making his way to sit on the bed.

Once he was sat down Draco followed him placing you between Theo’s legs, all while he stayed planted inside you. Theo froze when your naked body was placed between his legs, your bare back hitting his bare chest.

‘You know Theo, when princess told me that she thought you might like her i was infuriated,’ Draco began, Theo stared at Draco with pure and wide eyed full of love.

‘But then she proceeded to say that she thinks you like me as well, and i just thought what? there’s no way, you can’t want two people at the same time but was i wrong? yes i was. Because you managed to do it, and you made us fall for you just as you fell for us.’ Draco said, Theo just stared in shock.

‘is this a joke? what- are you guys messing around’ Theo looked panicked and nervous, Draco grinned.

‘No. it is not, but you have 5 seconds to deny. I can’t hold up our baby any longer.’ he said. Theo stared down at you and you were mad, brows furrowed with a frown as Draco held down you hips.

‘our?’ Theo asks cautiously, Draco smirks looking down at you. You look up at Theo and he looks back almost letting out a groan when you smile and it looks so sweet and innocent all while you had Draco’s cock stuffed in you.

‘yes.’ Draco says ‘are you going to leave or stay?’ he said, Theo looked away from you back to Draco and swallowed thickly.

‘stay.’ he whispered.

Theo was not that well experienced, he’s only been with one girl and that was at a party and he doesn’t even remember it all that well.

When theo thought he couldn’t get anymore harder, Draco began to rock into you again making you move back and hit Theo’s boner each thrust. You whine grabbing onto Theo’s legs making him fall even more in love.

‘y/n is very clingy, especially during sex. She likes to grab and hold onto things when she feels good,’ Draco spoke as if you weren’t there, and technically you weren’t. Lost in your own world of lust, the feeling of him hitting so deep.

Theo smelt wonderful, of course Draco did too but Theo’s smell was refreshing and calming.

‘Do you like that Theo?’ Draco asked taking notice of the way Theo reacted to your little hands (compared to Theo’s broom thighs) clutching to his thighs.

Theo looked down and you looked lost, eyes glossed over and mouth agape as you looked at Draco.

‘She can be hard to please, but once you get her like this? you’ll have her withering and thrashing in your arms.’ Draco said to Theo making him gulp.

‘Mm!’ you pushed at his chest.

‘Watch this Theo’ Draco whispered, Theo watched as he picked up one of your legs putting it on his shoulder. Theo almost came in his pants when you cried out throwing you head back mouth hung open.

‘Daddy!’ you whined, Theo went wide eyed.

‘oh yeah i forgot, she does that too.’ Draco said grinning at Theo’s obvious liking of it.

Draco pulled out making you whine and pout sitting up to grab onto him. He just leaned down and whispered in your ear, you looked back at Theo and he froze.

‘Theo wouldn’t you be such a gentleman and help our baby cum?’ Draco said, Theo stumbled on his words in shock.

‘um- yeah… yeah ok’ he said nervously, you smile happily making him smile.

Once you were all repositioned, Draco behind Theo as Theo was between his legs and you straddling Theo.

You help Theo pulled down his pajama pants till his cock sprang free. You grabbed it like nothing making his buck his hips. You giggle like a little kid with candy.

You felt Draco’s hands hold your waist still making you pout. You felt Theo’s right hand fall onto Draco’s that was holding you still, you whine pushing at Theo’s shoulders.

‘Don’t let her tell you what to do Theodore.’ Draco whispered, pulling you forward so you fall down on top of Theo.

‘She might seem sweet and innocent, but she’s not Theo.’ Draco said, making you furrow your brows and stick out your tongue to Draco.

Before you could put much thought into it Theo was already entering you making you sigh at the feeling. Theo moaned at the feeling of you.

He began to help you rock back and forth as Draco watched. You have your mouth hung open and you are making noises that only Draco knows what they mean.

‘Like i told you Theo, she’s not sweet or innocent. Don’t be afraid to fuck her’ Draco said, Theo groaned.

‘I don’t want to hurt her’ Theo said in a broken whisper, Draco let out a chuckle.

‘You won’t hurt her, i promise. Fuck her hard. you’ll thank me later.’ Draco said, and who was Theo to deny that?

You gasped clawing at Theo as he started to pound up into you, now not being able to control yourself as you twitched and thrashed in his hold wanting more and more.

‘UGH! Theo’ you cried out falling limp, pulling both boys together as you held onto them. The mix of both their sent making you absolutely insane.

‘That’s not his name y/n.’ you heard Draco whisper to you, you go wide eyed. You’ve never called anyone else daddy except Draco.

‘Daddy’ it was a barley whispered moan, that Theo absolutely caught and he moaned.

Theo began to hit deeper, making you shake and wither.

‘good Theo, look at what you’re doing to her’ Draco guided. You were too cock drunk to even process anything anymore.

you grab onto Theo your nails digging into his back, you head laid on his shoulder. He groaned head leaning back, falling onto Draco.

‘fucking hell’ Theo mumbled, Draco grinned.

You whine, getting closer and closer to your end. Theo shivered as your hot breath fanned on his neck. Draco leaned down kissing your forehead, Theo made a deep throat sound when Draco turned to his neck giving it an open mouthed kiss.

You head Draco whisper to Theo but you were too lost in lust to hear. Then you felt Theo’s hand move down towards the dip of your hip. On the other side of Theo’s head Draco was telling him what to do.

You felt Theo’s thumb slowly make its way to your clit making you jump.

‘AH! i- i mmm’ your eyes start to water, mouth agape.

‘spank her Theo’ Draco told him, you weren’t even there at this point.

‘w-what’ Theo stumbled over his words, Draco grabbed onto you.

‘Spank her. do it.’ Draco said, voice firm. Theo hesitated before laying a small hit, it was way to soft but it caught your attention nonetheless.

‘harder.’ Draco said, Theo froze. Of course Theo was scared, he had a reason to be. He’s never really been with a girl and what Draco was telling him to do was making him nervous.

Draco got impatient, landing a hard smack making you cry out in pleasure all while Theo whimpers when you clench down on him.

Your body locks, limps burning. Draco started to help move your hips, as well as Theo who was hitting up into you.

‘i- i’m gonna-‘ you were out of breath and tears rolling down your eyes.

You yelled out in pleasure, releasing onto Theo going completely limp in both the boys’ hold.

‘Can you hold up a little longer for Theo sweetheart, hm?’ Draco whispered to you, you nod.

Theo continues to fuck into you, until he lifts you up and pulling himself out before coming undone. Never in your life would you have thought you could find sounds as beautiful as Draco’s, but here you were.

You tried catching your breath, but you were moved now laying on your back under Draco.

Now that Theo could see your face he started to freak.

‘did i hurt her?!?’ he rushed over, Draco stopped his movements.

‘no, she’s okay. Just a little distant’ Draco explained.

He pulled you into a sitting position, back to the headboard.

‘Go get me a cloth, wet half of it with warm water’ he said, Theo stumbled out of the bed rushing to get a cloth.

‘Still with me mamas?’ Draco asked tapping your cheek, you nod eyes heavy. He gave you a quick forehead kiss, smiling when you let out a small smile.

Theo walked back handing the cloth to Draco, Draco took it cleaning you up. Once he was done he threw the cloth into dirty clothes.

Theo had gotten himself cleaned up, he watched as Draco got off the bed walking to the bathroom. Theo watched you, eyes glossed over mascara smeared under your eyes. You still seemed so calm, even after what you just went through. Peacefully humming as your fingers tapped at your thigh.

Theo’s heart melted when you let out a small yawn, Draco walked back with multiple things.

‘Why don’t you sit with her Theo’ Draco said, Theo got onto the bed and you immediately got between his legs head dropping on his chest.

‘Can you hold her hair back for me?’ Draco asked Theo, to which he immediately did.

Theo watched as Draco opened the small package taking out a wipe, Theo assumed was makeup wipes as Draco began to clean your face with it.

Theo felt so… peaceful. You both gave him a peaceful aura, contrasting with what you were all just doing not even 5 minutes ago.

You’re eyes were closed as Draco held your face in his hand while the other dragged the wipe across your face making sure to get everything off.

Once he was done, he grabbed a small bottle which was lotion? He put some on his hand before rubbing it in and putting it on your face.

Draco kissed your cheek when he was done getting up to put everything back.

‘is he always like that with you?’ Theo whispered softly, because it was weird to see Draco such a way.

‘mhm’ you mumbled ‘love ‘em’ you smile softly. Theo thought about the fact that Draco was not what everyone perceived him as.

‘Most times we’ll take showers, but he could tell i was too tired this time. He’s gonna come back with underwear and one of his shirts. And he’ll help me put it on. I never have to move a muscle, i love it’ you grin, Theo let’s out a small laugh.

Sure enough, Draco came back with one of his shirts and underwear for you. Helping you put it on, all while you bathed in the feeling of sex afterglow.

He was a loving man, truly. Draco went back to clean himself up, leaving you there curled up under the blankets with Theo, he asked you questions.

‘How come he doesn’t just act like that with everyone else?’ Theo says, you shake your head.

‘he doesn’t like it, you know you’re really a special person if your seeing him like this Theo.’ you say, Theo smiled.

‘He may look and act scary, he’s really just a sweetie’ you say grinning, Theo letting out a chuckle.

When Draco came back it was a weird sensation that Theo had felt.

‘you’re really a special person if your seeing him like this Theo’

damn right he was.

Guys… i’ve never been a fan of the nickname mamas but… thinking about Draco saying it sent me into a spiral.

#draco lucius malfoy #foryou #dom/sub #fluff #smut is life #draco x y/n x theo #soft!draco malfoy #shy!theo #why did this turn kinda sappy… #i’m also pmsing #kyhgwts #i’m not okay #i’m bad at tagging

[allzelemonz]

Sleep: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Language Warnings: Soulmate AU, language, apprehension, cuddling, implied nightmares, Reader is friends with Bill, mention of Bill crushing on Kieran Summary: You can only sleep at the same time as your soulmate. Yours doesn’t seem to sleep very often.

They never fucking sleep.

Ever since you’ve had to share a sleep cycle you rarely get rest. You find yourself begging through the connection for them to just go the hell to sleep at least once every couple of days but they hardly ever do. Naturally you started scouring for insomniacs but you gave up on that a long time ago. If you ever meet your soulmate, you’ll kill them for keeping you awake so often. It’s useful at least. Being awake and on guard when running with a gang of outlaws has its perks. These past few months have been hard and sleep has been even rarer than normal. It’s always you that wills your soulmates to close their eyes but it never lasts more than an hour anymore. You used to at least get a full night here or there.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt the pull that you barely recognize it. Even Bill has lulled himself to sleep by now and you had been thinking about trying to will the same from your soulmate because it’s been five agonizing days. But the tug in your brain, right behind your eyes, hits you first. You waste no time in getting to your tent and lying down, hoping that this might be a full night since it’s them that pulled on the bond.

So you sleep, falling so easily that you don’t have much time to dwell on why they pulled. You don’t wake up until morning and it’s slow, peaceful, something you haven’t felt in a long time. Usually when you wake up it’s because your soulmate is startled and the bond rouses you both. This time it’s you that opens your eyes naturally. It almost feels strange and it makes you wonder just what your soulmate did to make themself sleep so well.

It’s not like you can ask them.

So you get up and go about your chores until there's a moment for a break by the fire with Bill. He already has a beer in his hand and doesn’t seem to be planning on doing any work today.

“Morning, Bill.” You mutter as you sit.

“Mornin’...” He looks around for a moment. “You hear about what happened last night?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Something happened?”

Bill chuckles. “Apparently, Javier and Micah was drinkin’ and the rat bastard fell asleep… I ain’t never seen ‘em sleep but he were all curled up on the table like a baby.”

You think about it for a moment. You never have seen Micah sleep, but it sounds like it was quite a sight. The tough asshole all cozied up and… Micah slept?

“Did he sleep all night?” You ask.

Bill nods. “Arthur saw ‘em last night and I saw ‘em this mornin’... ya shoula seen it!” He laughs. “Arthur mighta got a picture, something ta use against the bastard when he’s being smart later.”

You feel a little panic shoot through you. “Did you see him up, uh, before me or-”

“Hold on a damn minute…” Bill laughs. “Ya don’t think-”

“I don’t know!” You snap. “I’m a little freaked out at the possibility.”

“You and Micah…” Bill snickers. “Wouldn’t that be all sweet, you gettin’ cozy with the camp snake!”

“Shut up, Williamson.”

He shakes his head, grinning. “I ain’t seen him up an’ about ‘till you was coming outta yer tent…”

“Shit…” You mutter.

He shrugs. “Probably just a coincidence, boy… least ya better hope it is!”

Bill bursts out laughing again and you plot his death until Javier hits him for being too loud while he’s trying to rest through his hangover. Across camp you can see Micah rubbing his eyes as he pauses his gun cleaning.

You hesitate for a moment before you speak. “Do me a favor, will you, Bill?”

He leans forward. “Ya want me ta spy on yer little soulmate, don’t ya?”

“I’d do the same for you, asshole.” You huff. “Just tell if we’re sleeping at the same time.”

Bill taps his finger on his bottle. “You’d do the same fer me?”

“Sure, Bill.”

“Keep an eye on the O’Driscoll then…”

You shake your head. “I’ve seen you sleep when he’s not… sorry.”

Bill mutters something to himself. “Fine… I’ll watch the bastard.”

“Thank you.” You sigh. “I’m sorry about the O’Driscoll an-”

“Don’t talk about it, boy.”

You raise your hands. “Fine, fine…”

Bill drinks for most of the day, but he does watch Micah and you. There’s a moment when he thinks Micah nods off against a tree, but he’s still awake when he gets closer to check. He doesn’t see anything for a while just because Micah doesn’t ever sleep. It doesn’t come until almost a week later when he sees Micah sitting by the fire with his head propped up by his hand, asleep. When he looks in your tent, you are too. He’s half drunk but he has the sense to test things. He makes sure he can see Micah from where he stands as he nudges your foot.

When you groan in annoyance, Micah jerks awake.

“Shit!” He laughs. “Ya ain’t gonna like this, boy.”

You look up at him from your bedroll and follow his eyes to the campfire where Micah stretches his neck slightly.

“Oh, you’re not serious?”

He chuckles. “Yer stuck with ‘em.”

You let your head fall back against your bedroll as you try to process the information. You hear Bill’s footsteps recede as he laughs to himself. It takes a lot to make yourself stand and you almost stop yourself several times on your way to the fire. But you make it and Micah greets you in a bored tone.

Just to see what it looks like, you will tiredness into your bond. Micah looks like he twitches, his head moving suddenly, and he sniffs. It’s hard to deny that.

“Micah?”

He hums.

“You don’t sleep much, do you?”

“What’s it to ya, cowpoke?”

You sigh. “Just wondering if it’s you or your bond.”

He looks at you from under his hat. “The hell ya care about bonds for?”

“My soulmates doesn’t ever fucking sleep.” You sigh. “And… neither do you.”

He chuckles. “You comin’ on ta me, cowboy?”

“You woke up a few minutes ago because Bill kicked me and woke me up.”

“Very funny…” Micah drawls.

You huff. “I’m serious, Micah.”

He sits up straight and sighs. “You’ve had yer fun, cowpoke. Real clever.”

“When you do sleep it’s not for very long and you wake up suddenly.” You lick your lips. “Come sleep and you’ll see.”

He looks at you with uncertainty. “Yer invitin’ me…”

“We don’t have to touch each other, Micah. Just come lie down and we’ll feel the bond.” You sigh. “As much as we might want to ignore it…”

Micah clears his throat, hiding his face with his hat as he thinks. “Fine, cowpoke.”

You stand and walk to your tent, Micah trailing behind you. He hesitates to lie down next to you, but he does. He removes his hat and lies on his back, leaving a few inches between your arms. Very lightly, you feel that tug behind your eyes.

“You… Ya feel that?” Micah asks.

You will the bond in return. “Did you?”

Micah’s breath catches and he sits up quickly, rubbing his eyes. You stare at the roof of your tent, processing the undeniable knowledge that you’re stuck with Micah Bell.

“‘m sorry.” He mumbles. “Fer keepin’ ya awake.”

You can’t help but smile. “Are you apologizing? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you apologize.”

“Shut it.” He snaps.

You sigh. “Why don’t you sleep, Micah?”

There’s a click and you can see Micah removing his gunbelt and setting it aside. He lays back down, staring up at the tent. You watch him intently, a new light shining on him now that you know what he’s supposed to be.

“Just sleep.” He says, coughing lightly. “I ain’t gonna stop ya.”

You can feel him tugging at the bond and you let your eyes close. You’re asleep rather quickly and it feels a little like it did a week ago when Micah passed out drunk. It’s smooth, but this time it doesn’t last. You wake with the same usual start, but this time you can actually look at your soulmate and see what happened. Micah lies still on his back, his arm draped over his eyes as he takes deep breaths.

“You alright, Micah?”

“‘m fine.” He mutters.

You don’t like seeing him like this. He’s unsettled and it hurts you a little bit. So, very slowly, you scoot closer and put your arm around his torso. He tenses for a moment before he shuffles to lay on his side and lets you hold him against your chest. You don’t speak, you just feel that tug behind your eyes again. This time you don’t wake up, both of you sleep soundly now that you’ve found each other.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #micah bell #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #micah bell x reader #micah bell x male reader #x reader #x male reader

[rinwritesfics]

My Best Friend

Plot: When Grizzer gets injured on a patrol, Hound has no idea he would end up falling for someone in the same night.

Request: Hound and Grizzer are on patrol one evening when they see a burglary in progress. Hound and Grizzer both get shot but Hound is more worried about Grizzer. Takes Grizzer to nearest vet clinic as she’s closing up for the night but can’t turn him away when she hears Hound’s voice crack as he’s begging her to please save his best friend.

Tag: @trixie2023

Warnings: I’m not a veterinarian, first and foremost. Animal injury from blaster wound, anxiety and panic described, description of Hound’s injury, blood, swearing, Hound gets to be shirtless briefly, I think that’s it

Word Count: 2576

Author’s Note: Fem!reader, as requested. I’m sorry this took so long, I hope you like it!

Hound had to find somewhere – and fast. Grizzer had lost a quite a bit of blood and his whines had grown softer. That makeshift bandage wasn’t going to last long. As Hound ran down the street, he prayed to the Force that he would find somewhere fast. This little district just had to have one.

And there, three more doors down, was a clinic. He put on a burst of speed as he tried to simultaneously assure Grizzer they would find help, silently thanking the Force for this miracle. Suddenly, as he got close, some of the lights inside the building began to go out.

His gratefulness to the Force had been premature. They were closing up. He was going to lose his best friend.

Hound came to a stop in front of the building just as the light for the sign went out. But there was still a light on inside, and he hurried up the couple steps to the door, momentarily panicking while he tried to figure out how to knock on the door with his best friend in his arms and whimpering. His heart ached and he began to knock on the door with the toe of his boot. Later, he would lament about how it was harder than he meant, and even about the scuff on the door his plastoid boot left, but this was an emergency and all his worries were tied up in his massiff.

A shadow began to move behind the door and he stepped back slightly. The door opened cautiously and behind it stood someone holding a blaster. He moved back a little more and Grizzer whined again.

You lowered your blaster, gasping. “Trooper! Goodness, I’m sorry. We’re closed.” Your panic was replaced by apology, eyebrows softening and turning up before catching sight of Grizzer.

“Please. You have to save my best friend.” His voice was quiet through his modulator, and then he spoke again, his voice cracking. “Please save him.”

Your mouth opened slightly, then you nodded and hurried him in. Hound’s arms began to ache as some of the adrenaline subsided. You locked the door, then ushered him to an exam room in the back.

“What happened?” you asked, your voice with a slight tremble as you washed your hands and put on gloves, the attempt at being calm and collected not being lost on Hound.

“We were responding to a burglary and… Grizzer got shot. The bastard got away.” He tried not to let his voice shake, but between worry for his massiff and anger at the criminal getting away, that was a challenge.

“Well, you made it here. Let’s get him examined. What kind of blaster was it?”

He mumbled an answer as he watched as you readjust his best friend to look at the injury on Grizzer’s side. Grizzer whimpered and you gently cooed at him, telling him you knew it hurt. That made something soft stir in Hound’s chest. Not many treated massiffs as a regular animal. You examined the bandage on Grizzer’s side and then looked up to Hound.

“It’s a good thing you have first aid training.”

You looked back down and gently started to undo the bandage. Hound took his bucket off his head, then set it on the chair against the wall. When you glanced back up at him, he knew your eyes are taking in the grey tattoo of massiff teeth along his lower jaw, the old scars on his right cheek from Grizzer’s claws when they both were younger, and his goatee. He was also examining your face in the space of a second, for the first time taking in your appearance before you looked back down at his massiff. Your eyes were beautiful.

As you refocused on Grizzer, you explained to Hound the large, scaley pup needed stitches. Hound quickly gave his approval and gently touched Grizzer’s head to comfort both the pup and himself. Grizzer whined softly, but a little less like he was in pain and more in acknowledgement of the gentle touch. You carefully gave the massiff a sedative while he was distracted. Grizzer’s breathing steadied a bit and his eyes fluttered shut. You readied the stitching, then cleaned the injury and got started.

“You both are lucky massiffs are such thick-skinned and scaled animals with armor. If this were something with fur and skin like ours, he wouldn’t have survived. Grizzer will have to wear a cone of shame for a few weeks, even potentially being off-duty or on light duty until his stitches are ready to come out.”

“Okay,” he said quietly. “We’ll see how well Commander Fox takes that.”

You glanced up. “I can send you with a vet note if you’d rather.”

Hound chuckled at that, finally feeling some more tension leaving his body.

You went back to the task at hand, using the reptilian-rated stitches to close up the wound as best as the skin and scales would allow. In the meantime, you started to make some conversation, a distraction for which he was grateful.

“Have you two been bonded since he was a hatchling?” you asked gently.

“Just about. He was only about a month when I met him.”

“Three good years, huh?”

He tilted his head in confusion. “How could you possibly know that?”

You chuckled. “His spine length.” You gestured briefly to the spines on the massiff’s back before covering the stitching with a medicated patch.

His cheeks warmed a bit in embarrassment, then he sat in a chair. “Oh. Right.”

You finished up a moment after, then started to clean up, eventually even removing your gloves. “He should wake here soon enough. Can I get you some coffee?”

Hound smiled then shook his head, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy. He grunted, moving his arm, and then touched where the shoulder bell didn’t cover. He hissed in pain, his gloves coming back slick. Oh. That explained the mild dizziness.

“Trooper?” you asked quietly, then hurried over. “Trooper, why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Too worried about my best friend,” he said tiredly.

You bit your lower lip, then sighed. “Let me see your shoulder. I can do something until you can get proper medical care.”

He chuckled and started to get his upper armor off as you grabbed new gloves. “You mean you aren’t proper medical care?”

You scoffed. “I’m proper medical for animals and you are not an animal.”

“I’m technically not even considered a person.”

You scoffed again. “Pardon my language, but fuck that. You are a human being. You are a person.”

His heart swelled with something at that, warming his chest. Was it affection? He wasn’t sure, but what he was sure about was how nervous he was as you brought supplies over to him. You were about to see him shirtless and besides the Kaminoans and his brothers, no one else had seen him this way. Carefully, he peeled off his upper blacks, hissing in pain as he did so. The wound on his shoulder wasn’t nearly as bad as he had anticipated, but it wasn’t pretty. Some of it was already scabbing up at the top, but it was still bleeding.

You looked at his face and he nodded before you started to treat the wound. He did his best to keep the pain quiet as it shocked through his nerves, but he still hissed a couple times. Was it the wound? Or was it because you were caring for him as gently as you could? And he hadn’t even given you his name. That had to be fixed.

“Hound,” he said quietly.

“Hm?” you hummed and glanced at his face.

“My name is Hound. Sergeant Hound.” He offered you a soft smile.

You smiled back and gave him your name. He liked it and your smile.

You didn’t stitch him up, but you bandaged him and made him promise to seek proper medical attention. You were a woman who wasn’t afraid to boss around a man. Or maybe just him, even though he was a trooper. He liked that about you, too.

You went back to check how Grizzer was doing, trashing your dirty gloves as you went. The massif took a larger breath, starting to wake.

Hound said your name softly and a small smile crossed his face as you gave him your full attention.

You’re so pretty, he thought for a second before clearing his throat to speak.

“I’ll get it cleared with my commander to get you paid for this. You’ve done something above and beyond, and for that I – we – are truly grateful.” He said gently.

“Sergeant –”

“Please. Just Hound.”

You smiled. “Alright. Hound. You don’t have to do that. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’m a sucker for hard-luck cases and I couldn’t bear to let you lose each other. Not to mention, you’re a trooper.”

That warmth in his chest was back and his breath hitched slightly, a brief thought about your kindness running through his mind. “I want to make sure you’re repaid for your work, though. And, well, I –”

Before he could say any more, his radio crackled inside his helmet and through the comm on his wrist. It was Commander Fox, asking him to check in and thankfully interrupting his potentially rushed confession. He cleared his throat again, then turned and brought his comm to his mouth to fill in Commander Fox. When he finished, he turned back to you. You were gently rubbing the top of Grizzer’s head as he woke up.

Grizzer caught Hound’s gaze and he heaved a large massiff sigh, causing Hound to chuckle.

“I’ve got a ride back to base, so he’ll be able to rest.” Hound’s voice was quiet as he watched you with Grizzer.

“You’re lucky your wound is mild in comparison to what it could have been with how long you’re taking to get it treated.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

Hound shrugged with his uninjured shoulder. “You could just stitch me up.”

“Legally, I can’t. You’re not an animal.”

“I’m just a clone.”

“You’re not an animal, you are a person.” Your arms crossed over your chest, that small scowl on your face again as the topic came back up.

A small flutter in his chest happened at the same time warmth filled his cheeks. “I guess so.”

You went to the cabinet and grabbed a large cone for the massiff so Grizzer wouldn’t try to worry at his injury. “Who told you that clones don’t matter?”

“Everyone,” he said quietly. “I’m just expendable. The Kaminoans, the senate, the civvies all agree.”

“You’re not expendable. I’m a civvie and I don’t agree. You’re important, Hound.”

You handed him the cone for Grizzer and his lips part, surprised by what you said. He hesitantly grabbed the cone.

“I’m important?”

You nodded. “Of course you are.”

He glanced at Grizzer, then smiled a little, whispering, “Thanks.”

Before he could say anything else, a vehicle pulled up outside. His ride. He turned back to look at you, suddenly wishing he could have more time with you.

You started to help Grizzer off the exam table and Hound jumped right in to participate. He wasn’t sure what to say besides another expression of gratitude, and he would later look back that night in his memory to see your eyes as you offered him a gentle smile before letting in one of his Corrie Guard brothers at the door.

As he and Grizzer left the clinic with a medication for the massiff to be on for a week to prevent infection, he looked back at you, a soft smile on his face. You smiled back, then closed the door. As the door closed, a small ache settled in his heart. He already missed you.

He and the massiff got into the speeder with his brother and all he wanted was see your eyes again.

A week passed, your smile in his dreams. He had made sure you had safely made it to your vehicle through the help of his brothers, but he knew his want to see you was deeper than concern for your safety.

Finally, he decided to go see you. A patrol in the neighborhood where your clinic was? Sure. And possibly using Grizzer as an excuse to check on you? Yeah, he could do this.

He wanted to bring flowers. Did the kind matter? He wasn’t sure what to choose, but he remembered that he had heard somewhere that pollen was bad to have around animals. Roses would be good. He snagged a bicolor bouquet, not thinking about the colors. After all, the color didn’t matter, right?

His arrival at the clinic caused a bit of a stir, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of his armor, or Grizzer, or the flowers.

The reception staff all lit up with mischievous grins, glancing at each other, and a vet tech perked up.

“You here to see the Doc today?”

Hound nodded, removing his bucket and shaking out his hair a bit. His other hand was full with Grizzer’s leash and the bouquet of flowers.

He waited in the reception area as one of the vet techs went to get you. Grizzer sat beside him and his tongue lolled out in excitement despite Hound’s anxiety, the massiff looking even cuter with his cone still on.

When you walked out, your eyes met his and you smiled. His cheeks warmed and he raised the flowers a bit, causing your eyes to widen a bit in surprise.

As you got closer, his cheeks felt like they were on fire. Your eyes met and everything felt right again. He had missed those eyes.

“Good morning, Hound,” you said with a softness in your tone.

“Hi. I, uh… wanted to see how you were doing. And, uh, I brought you flowers to… to thank you for everything.” He silently cursed the slight quiver in his tone.

You giggled as you accepted the bouquet. “Pink usually means gratitude, right? I don’t know what clown roses stand for with… pink and peach.”

Hound rubbed the back of his neck. “I have no idea. They were pretty and you’re pretty, so….”

He clapped a hand over his mouth as he realized he said too much, but Grizzer almost looked proud. That was, if a massiff was capable of such a thing.

A smile grew on your face. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah,” he said, sighing. He absent-mindedly scratched at his goatee in shyness. “I might as well admit to it. You saved Grizzer and he likes you and I like you. But I didn’t want to say anything just in case you aren’t interested….”

Behind him, one of the ladies at the front desk shouted, “She is!”

A small blush grew in your cheeks and his heart warmed a bit. This was happening. He wasn’t imagining it. You actually did have an interest in him.

“So… maybe it would be okay for me to ask you to dinner some time?” he asked quietly, his heart thundering wildly.

You smiled and the anxiety that was tumbling in his gut settled.

“I’d love to. I even know a place Grizzer would be welcome to, if you’d like.”

Warmth overtook his chest and he beamed. He knew in that moment, it wouldn’t take long at all to be head over heels for you.

And he was right.

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#tcw hound #tcw hound x reader #rin writes things

[yellowcry]

On a top of the sun

Raula looked like a Goddess from ancient mythology. And Luisa loved her so much. Her heart flattered, begging for more

Version on Tumblr is shortened. Fic on ao3 contains smut that I cut off in here.

Luisa spun in front of the mirror again, making sure the light blue dress looked good on her. A fluffy skirt twirled in the air. Luisa would lie if she said that she was used to wearing something more complicated than simple work clothes. The dress fit tightly against her skin accentuating her muscles in a perfect way. 

She winked at her reflection, tensing her biceps. She has to be careful, it would be awkward to rip off the sleeves again.

Somebody had knocked on the door. Yes, it's time. Luisa burst downstairs, pushing away several members of her family (Sorry!) She got out, a bit out of her breath. Raula raised her eyebrows as Luisa was regarding her temp. 

"You look stunning!" Luisa commented, taking Raula's cold hand, sliding to her elbow in a slow way. Of course, she couldn't look anything but as a goddess that stepped from an Ancient Greek mythology book. 

Raula chuckled, looking up. "You're awesome too," She tossed a strand of hair behind with her free hand and looked to the side at the church bell ring.

They walked along the crowded streets, laughing about various stories they were telling each other. For example, how Jaime was so sure Luisa couldn't throw the ball out of sight. The said ball was never found again. Or how Raula's dad seemed to lose everything that was losable. Sometimes they were distracted to the sound of tapping wheels and creaking wagons.

Luisa waved to one of the donkeys that walked around the streets, "Oh, no!" She pressed her hand against her forehead dramatically, making Raula burst into summer laughter. "The donkeys are out, what are we gonna do?" Some of the townies threw confused looks at the unashamed Luisa.

The hot sun heated their heads. The day was warm for now, Tía Pepa was visibly in a good mood. 

There were people, too many of them on Luisa's taste. They hadn't announced their relationship officially, so it was hard to hold back. Luisa wasn't romantic like Dolores, she wanted to press skin against herself, squeezing cheeks. And it would look a bit strange. Even if they weren't extremely secret about their relationship, Luisa had no idea how many people knew about them. As far as she was aware it were only Dolores, because she was... Well, Dolores, and Isabela. Because she's Lores' best friend.

The line of houses became lesser, Luisa crossed her arms with her girlfriend, leaning down for a bit. Now it was easier to be physical. Luisa to be in touch with those who were close to her: holding hands or hugging. Of course, it was the same with her beautiful girlfriend.  

People rarely visited mountains. It was easy to get lost so far away from the town. And it wasn't the safest place too. There were several times when Luisa had to drag out somebody, who decided to go too close. Now, it also meant that no one would be here.

Luisa pursed her thirsty lips. "How about a kiss?" No matter how many times she walked together,  part of Luisa's mind still couldn't comprehend the fact that they were a couple. Everything felt so fresh. Luisa's heart flattered just from the feeling of a soft arm underneath her palm.  Was it extremely hot or was it just Luisa?

Raula sighed, standing on her toes. "You're dorky." Snd pressed her lips against Luisa, taste was so sweet like an oversugared Enyucado that Luisa wanted to eat whole. She picked Raula up from the ground, swinging her in the air in a passionate rush

"Woah..." Raula gasped, leaning back in Luisa's arms, her legs grabbed onto Luisa's hips in panic. "I will never get used to that."

Luisa let out an awkward chuckle, moving her girlfriend to only one arm, and scratched the back of her head. "I got a bit carried on."

A long finger ran across Luisa's jawline. "I think we got out a bit too early." Raula pushed herself closer, wrapping her arms around Luisa's strong neck. "Care for round two?"

A repeat of this heaven's pleasure? Oh, please... Luisa would take it all. 

The hot blood jumped through her veins, going up and down. Raula pulled herself even closer, snuggling against Luisa.

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #luisa madrigal #i just was interested in testing myself #can you blame me?

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Her Heart’s Home - Part II of Where Her Heart Belongs (Killian’s POV)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @kmomof4​!!!! 

I’m a day early, but since the story is finished & I won’t have time to post it tomorrow, you get an early present! As requested, here is a second part to Where Her Heart Belongs from Killian’s point of view. I hope it’s everything you wanted!

Extra special thanks to @winterbythesea for allowing me to use the beautiful artwork she created for WHHB to make the banner. Thanks also to @hookedmom​ for being the best beta once again. 

**I’ve taken the liberty of using two of the most iconic CS scenes in a different way for this story. I hope no one minds. 

Rating: M (because Mary insisted Krystal would want it that way!)

Words: 6262

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“I’d say you’ve got your magic back,” Killian said, seeing the wand Emma was holding start to glow. “Now, shall we go?”

She closed her eyes and concentrated and he turned to see a portal beginning to open in the wall of the Dark One’s vault, then gestured for her to go through it ahead of him. When she didn’t do as he indicated, he turned back to face her again, but she wasn’t there. Glancing around the space with an increasing sense of panic, he didn’t see any sign of her.

The only thing he could figure was that she somehow slipped through the portal without him noticing, even though he didn’t know how that could have been possible. Realizing his only chance of escaping the vault was going to close soon, he jumped through it.

When he landed on the floor of the barn, he looked around, hoping to see a flash of blonde hair. His heart sank at the sight of the empty building. He quickly got to his feet and rushed out the door. Just beyond it, he heard a buzzing sound and spotted Emma’s talking phone laying on the ground. He tried to push aside the thought that she probably would have picked it up if she had come through here.

Stuffing it into his pocket, he continued to Granny’s, bursting through the door, breathing hard and scanning the diner for Emma.

“Hook, did you find her?” David asked, rising from the booth where he was seated with Mary Margaret and the infant prince.

“No, I…didn’t she come back here?” Killian asked. “I thought perhaps she made it through the portal and…”

“Portal?” Mary Margaret interjected with alarm. “What are you talking about?”

Killian took another quick look around and realized nothing had changed since he left to pursue Emma. Sighing heavily, he began relating the story of being sucked into Zelena’s portal and their adventure in the Enchanted Forest.

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Emma didn’t return that night or the next, or the one after that. For four days, Killian, her family and friends searched everywhere for her, but she seemed to have vanished.

As they sat strategizing in the loft the evening of the fourth day, Regina rose from her seat abruptly and went to stand in front of the mirror where they had witnessed the reunion of Ariel and Eric.

“What is it, Regina?” Mary Margaret questioned, crossing the room to stand beside her.

Regina continued to study the mirror. “I thought I saw…yes! There it is again! Do you see it?”

Henry knocked his chair over in his rush to join his mother, with Killian and David right behind him. “What, Mom? What do you see?”

“It…it’s Emma!” Killian shouted, seeing a blurry image on the surface of the mirror.

The room filled with noise as each of them began to see the same thing as Regina and Killian.

“Regina, can you do anything to let us see her more clearly?” David asked.” Maybe we would be able to identify where she is.”

“You know I can’t perform mirror magic,” Regina snapped. “Obviously, there’s some residual magic left in it from Emma and that’s why we can see her.”

“Can you please try, Mom?” begged Henry. “Please?”

Regina’s eyes softened as she looked at her distraught son. Turning her attention back to the mirror, she held both hands out in front of her, closed her eyes, and concentrated.

“It’s working!” Mary Margaret cried. “Regina, you did it!”

Killian stepped closer, trying to determine Emma’s location. “Do any of you recognize that place?” he asked.

All of them stared at the image, shaking their heads one-by-one, before Henry suddenly shouted, “She’s going into what looks like a library! What does the sign say over the door?”

David squinted. “Columbus Public Library,” he read slowly. “Columbus? Where is that?”

“There are lots of different Columbuses in the country,” Henry informed him, running to get his phone. He Googled ‘Columbus’ and read, “There are twenty-three states with a city of Columbus in them.” His shoulders sagged and he looked up sadly. “How are we supposed to figure out which one it is?”

“Are you saying she’s in the land without magic, Lad?” Killian questioned.

“Yeah. She must be somewhere in the United States, we just don’t know where.”

“Well, we can narrow it down somehow, right?” Mary Margaret asked hopefully. “It looks like it’s pretty chilly there, so we can rule out warmer states.”

After Henry pulled up a map on his computer, he and Mary Margaret began checking off states like Texas and New Mexico. Meanwhile, the other three continued to examine the mirror for any more clues to Emma’s location.

The sick feeling in Killian’s stomach gnawed at him as he watched her browsing books in the library. Clearly, her memory had been wiped since she seemed to feel at home in the location and didn’t appear to be attempting to find her way back to them. To him.

“Henry, come here!” David suddenly shouted, noticing something on the wall behind the circulation desk.

The boy quickly did as told, casting his eyes on the spot where his grandfather was pointing. “What are you…oh! That’s a state flag! I think there’s only one that’s shaped like a pennant!”

Rushing back to his computer, his fingers flew over the keys as he typed in another search. “It’s Ohio!” he shouted. “Columbus, Ohio! That’s where she is!”

“How far away is it?” Killian asked. “Can we make it there tonight?”

“We’re not going there,” Regina said decisively.

“What the bloody hell do you mean?” Killian growled. “We have to go get her!”

“Look,” she said, turning haughty eyes on him, “you said you were in the Dark One’s vault right before Emma disappeared. That means he’s probably the one who sent her to that place and obviously wiped her memories. If we go swooping in there to rescue her, she’s not going to know who we are and we’ll never convince her to come back with us. We’re going to have to find another way.”

“And just how do you propose we do that?” Killian spat, stepping closer until he was toe-to-toe with the queen.

“I’m not sure, yet,” she countered, not backing down. “I’m going to have to think about it.”

“Well, think fast, because Emma has already been gone too long!” he stated venomously. “Unless you have another reason for not wanting to bring her back. Maybe you like being with Henry alone. Maybe you like not having Emma around!”

“Enough!” Mary Margaret interjected, cutting off Regina’s retort. “It’s getting late. Let’s all get some sleep so we are refreshed and can try to come up with a solution tomorrow. At least we know where Emma is and have a pretty good idea of what happened to her.”

“Belle might be able to help,” Henry suggested hopefully. “We can ask her in the morning.”

“Aye, and perhaps she can get the bloody crocodile to admit what he did and make him undo it,” Killian snarled.

Regina and Henry said their goodbyes, but Killian was loath to leave the mirror as long as Emma’s image was visible. Stepping in front of it, he was frustrated to see it was blurry once again.

Mary Margaret looked at his forlorn expression and handed the baby to David. “Could you please change his diaper and get him into his sleeper? I’ll be in to feed him in a few minutes.”

David put the fussing infant up against his shoulder, glanced over at Killian, then gave Mary Margaret a nod and went into their bedroom.

“Hook?” Mary Margaret said softly, placing her hand on his forearm. “I know you’re worried about her, but there’s nothing more we can do tonight. Go to your ship, get some sleep, and we’ll get a fresh start in the morning.”

He swallowed hard, then turned sad eyes toward her. “I no longer have my ship.”

Mary Margaret’s brows raised in surprise. “What do you mean? Where is it?”

He studied his boots for several moments, before finally speaking in a low, tortured voice. “I…I had to find Emma and I needed a magic bean, so I…made a deal with Blackbeard.”

“You traded your ship for a bean so you could bring Emma back?” she asked incredulously.

“Aye,” he said simply, his eyes still fixed on the floor.

She stood stock still, digesting the shocking information, finally shaking herself out of her reverie to say, “Stay here. I…I’ll be right back.”

He was still standing in the same spot when she returned. “Here are some pajamas,” she said, holding them out when he turned to face her. “You can stay up in Emma’s room tonight.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Pardon me?”

“Killian,” she began, and at the sound of his given name, his eyes grew even larger. “You sacrificed something very important to you to bring our daughter back to us. The least we can do is provide you a place to sleep.”

His lips turned up with a hint of a smile. “Thank you, Milady.”

“Please call me Mary Margaret or Snow,” she said warmly. “Now get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a very important day and we all need to be well rested…or as well rested as one can be with a newborn in the house. Goodnight, Killian.”

“Goodnight, Mary Margaret.”

After she left the room, he squinted into the mirror one more time, sighing when he was unable to distinguish Emma’s form within the cloudy surface.

He trudged up the stairs and changed into the pajamas, then settled into Emma’s narrow bed, finally relaxing as he was surrounded by her scent. “Tomorrow, Love,” he murmured. “We’ll bring you home tomorrow.” Yawning widely, he turned his face into her pillow and fell asleep.

*********

Unfortunately, nothing they tried brought Emma home the next day. Belle agreed to help and suggested a way to try to jog Emma’s memories. Aided by a spell Regina discovered, they were able to send the storybook through the mirror to Emma. Once she found it, they were relieved to see that her image in the mirror was clear as long as she was looking at the book.

 They also realized that people could be transported through the mirror and several were eager to help, each one hoping they would be the one to trigger the return of her memories. But when Killian attempted to pass through, he was met with a solid, impenetrable wall. He was horrified and furious, sure Rumplestiltskin was the person responsible for blocking him, but Gold claimed to have no memory of doing it.

“Bloody crocodile,” he ground out through gritted teeth, addressing Mary Margaret, David and Belle. “She would recognize me from the illustration in the book if I could just get through to her.”

Belle promised she would try to persuade Gold to remove the magical block, if he had indeed put one on. In the meantime, Killian had to watch one person after another interacting with Emma through the mirror, despairing that he was unable to be one of them.

They saw Emma beginning to put the pieces together little by little, but had no idea how long it would take for her to figure out who she was and where she belonged. As the days passed and everyone returned to their routines, Killian remained, watching her every move.

When the figures in the picture began to dance around the page, he was sure it was her magic causing it, even though she was in the land without magic.

Her parents, Henry, Regina and Belle were with him when Emma wore the red ball gown and pushed her fingers through the page. Killian swiped at them, attempting to make contact, but she pulled them back before he could. When he heard her murmur, “So close, Killian Jones. Someday I’ll make it to you,” his heart shattered.

The group decided to send Ashley and Marco through with the necessary things to complete Emma’s look, everyone hoping it would be enough to help refresh her memory. If not, they knew they had one last chance - sending Killian to her, provided Belle could get Gold to remove the block.

Killian took up his familiar position in front of the mirror, staring into the blank surface as he wondered if Ashley doing her hair and Marco giving her the jeweled headband would do the trick. Suddenly, her image materialized before him, looking exactly like she did in the illustration. His breath caught as she created ripples with her fingers, then he heard her whispered plea - “Please let me get through to you, Killian Jones.” A halo of white light appeared as her hand came through the mirror. Thinking quickly, he pushed his hook toward her searching fingers. As soon as she grasped it firmly, he pulled with all his might.

He caught her in his arms, the relief flooding through him like a tidal wave. “Swan. At last!” he exhaled.

Emma drew back to look at him for several seconds. Just as he was beginning to fear that her memories hadn’t returned, she tugged him to her, fusing her lips to his. His concern dissipated and then he was returning the kiss. She rarely let her walls down enough to give him any indication of her feelings for him, but in that moment, he was almost certain he could feel the love he was pouring into the kiss being reciprocated.

He spent the next several minutes after the kiss ended holding her and answering her questions about what happened. When she started to ask him why he hadn’t come to her like all the others, he could read the trepidation in her eyes and hurried to assure her how much he wanted to, but was blocked.

His heart swelled when she thanked him for never giving up on her, and felt like it was going to burst when she explained that she was talking about all of the times he encouraged her and stayed by her side. She noticed.

Then she told him she and her heart were back with him where they belonged, and he swore he had never felt happier in his entire life.

Far too soon, her family and numerous townspeople came rushing in the door, alerted to Emma’s return by the energy her magic sent through Storybrooke. Wearily, he sat down and watched the happy reunion, suddenly feeling the physical and mental exhaustion fully setting in.

When he glanced up and saw her send him a smile, his weariness lifted long enough to return it. He expected everyone to stay for a while, so he decided it would probably be best to head to Granny’s inn. He stayed there his first three nights back from their adventure in the Enchanted Forest, until Mary Margaret extended the invitation for him to stay with them.

He rose from the bar stool and made his way across the loft, speaking briefly to Belle and Henry before stopping in front of the door. Looking over his shoulder for one more glimpse of Emma, he noticed her giving a hug to August and thanking him for alerting her to the presence of the storybook in the library.

Quietly slipping out the door, he pulled it shut behind him, then started down the stairs. Two steps from the bottom, Emma’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “Killian, where are you going?”

The thrill of hearing his name roll off her tongue zipped through him before he turned to face her. “I thought I would give you time with your family and friends,” he explained.

“And you don’t think that includes you?”

He gave her a tired smile. “I’m happy to know that it does, Love. I just…I was going to get some sleep.”

“So you’re going to the Jolly Roger?”

Dropping his head, he scratched behind his ear. “Actually, I, um, I’m staying at Granny’s,” he admitted.

“Instead of your ship? Why?”

His ears reddened. “It…it’s a bit of a long story, Swan.”

“Well, hang around and once everyone leaves, you can tell me.”

Killian glanced toward the outside doors, then back up to Emma at the top of the stairs. He wasn’t keen to tell her the tale, but he couldn’t deny his Swan anything. “As you wish,” he responded, before climbing up the stairs to join her.

*********

Granny sent food over for the group, who lingered until early evening. When everyone said their goodbyes and left, Henry giving Emma a long hug before leaving with Regina, David cleaned up the kitchen while Mary Margaret got the baby ready for bed. Emma pulled Killian down on the couch with her and intertwined their fingers. They sat quietly for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts, simply happy to be together again.

“Mom told me you slept in front of the mirror nearly every night since I was sent away,” Emma finally said, speaking quietly as she stroked her thumb over his rings. “That couldn’t have been comfortable.”

“Your mother provided some bedding and pillows for me. I’ve slept in far worse places.”

“You could have slept in my bed, you know.”

He chuckled lightly. “I did, the first night, but once we were able to see you whenever you opened the book, I didn’t want to take the chance of missing you.”

“You can sleep in there tonight, if you want,” she whispered.

“In your bed?” he asked. Seeing her nod, he hurried to add, “No, Swan. I’ll not make you sleep somewhere…”

“I meant with me,” she interrupted, her eyes not meeting his.

His grip on her hand tightened. “I’m not sure your parents…”

“I’m an adult. I don’t need permission from my parents to have a man in my bed.”

“Even if that man is a pirate?”

She twisted around and placed her fingers under his chin to turn his face toward her. “Being a pirate doesn’t define you, Killian. You’re so much more than that.”

His left eyebrow quirked up. “You truly believe that?”

Placing both hands on either side of his face, she looked into his eyes intently for several seconds before answering with certainty, “All the help you gave us to rescue Henry from Neverland, then finding us in New York and bringing us back, not to mention everything you did to protect and help me after we fell through Zelena’s portal - that’s more than enough proof that you’re an honorable man.”

Killian wondered if she had any idea just how much those words meant to him. He opened his mouth to respond, but found he couldn’t get words past the lump in his throat. He settled for giving her a lopsided smile as his face turned a deep shade of red.

“So, yeah,” she said, “I want you to stay with me tonight, if that’s alright with you.”

He gave a slight nod, and she rewarded him with a smile, then stood and pulled him up beside her. Keeping her fingers threaded through his, she walked into the kitchen. “Hey, Dad,” she greeted.

David was just finishing up the dishes. He pulled the plug to let the water out of the sink, dried his hands, then turned and leaned against the counter, folding his arms over his chest. “Hi, Sweetheart,” he smiled. Shifting his gaze toward Killian, he said, “I guess you won’t need to sleep on the floor in front of the mirror tonight, huh Hook?”

“He’s going to sleep in my bed with me,” Emma said without hesitation.

Her father’s brows shot up and his mouth dropped open, then he cleared his throat. Killian prepared to defend himself, but the next words out of David’s mouth took him by surprise. “You…uh, you’ll need to borrow a pair of my pajamas again, I’m assuming?”

Killian blinked rapidly, trying to register the prince’s question. “Aye, if you don’t mind,” he finally responded.

David’s eyes darted between the two of them, taking in their linked hands, before sighing and leaving the kitchen.

“See? Nothing to worry about,” Emma said, but despite her confident words, Killian was sure he could hear relief in her voice.

Mary Margaret returned with David, going directly to her daughter and giving her a hug. “David tells me you’re heading off to bed.” When Emma affirmed it, her mother added, “The past couple of weeks have been very tiring for everyone. Sleep well, Sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Mom.”

Killian could see the tears shining in Mary Margaret’s eyes when Emma pulled away to go give her father a hug. He was sure the tears were in response to Emma easily calling her ‘Mom’, after struggling with it for so long. It seemed her time with her parents back in the Enchanted Forest had something to do with that.

David handed Killian the pajamas, then took his turn hugging his daughter, fixing the other man with an intimidating look after releasing her. Killian didn’t drop his eyes, meeting the prince’s gaze unwaveringly. After several moments, David finally gave him a nod, bade them both goodnight, and followed Mary Margaret into their bedroom.

Emma led Killian upstairs, each taking their turn to change into sleepwear. When he entered her bedroom, she was sitting on her bed waiting for him. “I didn’t know which side you wanted,” she explained.

He subconsciously ran his hand over his hook as he answered, “The left side would be fine, if you don’t mind.”

After pulling the covers back, she slid under them and scooted over, turning on her side to look at him. He unclicked his hook, removed it and laid it on the table beside her bed, then slowly pushed his sleeve up and unbuckled his brace. His hand wrapped around the leather covering his wrist, but he hesitated, looking up at her.

Locking eyes with him, Emma reassured him, “It’s alright, Killian. You don’t have to take it off if you’re not comfortable, but I promise you it’s not going to bother me.”

He paused another few seconds, before firmly grasping the brace and pulling it off, placing it beside his hook. Her eyes never left his as he did, not even glancing at his scarred wrist, despite having never seen it before.

Giving her a small smile, he laid down on the narrow bed, positioning himself so he was face to face with her. “I don’t think I ever want to take my eyes off of you again,” he said, bringing his hand up to rub his thumb along her jaw.

“I would despair if you did,” she smirked.

He grinned, recognizing his own words from their first meeting in the Enchanted Forest. “May I ask you something, Love?”

“Sure, but then I want you to tell me what happened to your ship.”

“If you insist,” he conceded.

“What did you want to ask me?”

“Were you happy in that Columbus place?”

She lifted her left shoulder in a shrug. “I guess, but I was all alone…again. I always had this feeling something was…off. Missing. Things just didn’t feel quite right, you know? And then when I found Henry’s book in the library, it was…” she paused, obviously trying to put her feelings into words. “It was like I had…hope. The stories felt like old friends, even though I’d never read them before; at least, I thought I hadn’t. I guess they were still deep in my memories, despite Rumplestiltskin trying to take them away.”

“We could tell by watching that you were beginning to recognize things.”

“Yeah, especially that picture of the two of us dancing. I couldn’t figure out how it was possible that I could be in there.”

“I knew you would work it out, Swan. You’re bloody brilliant.”

A blush filled her cheeks at his praise. A few beats passed, until she said, “Now, tell me about the Jolly Roger. What happened to her?”

Killian’s fingers switched from stroking her face to scratching behind his ear. “I, uh, she no longer belongs to me,” he admitted softly.

Emma’s eyes grew wide, her mouth forming an O in surprise. “Wh-what do you mean? Who has her?”

He swallowed hard, no longer able to meet her gaze. “Blackbeard.”

“He stole your ship from you?” she asked, anger seeping into her voice.

“No, I…I traded her to him,” he muttered.

She shifted backwards to look more fully into his face. “Why in the world would you do that?”

Licking his lips nervously, he considered how to answer. He hadn’t wanted to tell her all the details about how he found her and Henry after Pan’s curse; what he’d given up and why he made that choice. He was afraid it would overwhelm her to discover how desperate he was to have her back with him. She was just beginning to trust him enough to let down her walls for him, and he didn’t want to give her a reason to build them back up and shut him out.

Finally, he said, “I needed a magic bean and he had one. The only thing he would consider to trade for it was the Jolly.”

“But why would you need a…” she stopped and a strange look passed across her face. “You used the bean to get to New York and find us, didn’t you?”

He raised his eyes to hers. “Aye,” he replied simply.

“You traded your ship for me?” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“It was the only way, Emma. Your family needed you and your boy, and I…I couldn’t bear to be apart from you any longer, so when I got that message from the bird, I did the only thing I could. I would do it again in a heartbeat. I have no regrets.”

“But Killian, it’s your home.”

“They say home is where your heart lies, and…” his voice trailed off, unsure of how she would receive his declaration of her being his home. Silence filled the room as they each got lost in their thoughts.

“I remember telling you that the only one who saves me is me,” Emma said at last, “but you seem to keep saving me again and again.”

He wrapped his right arm around her waist and pulled her into his chest, whispering his words into her hair. “You have saved me too, Emma, in more ways than you will ever know.”

She was quiet for a long while as he reveled in holding her close. “Do you think we might be able to catch a break and not have a crisis for the next few days?” she asked.

Killian chuckled. “I wouldn’t count on it, Swan. This town seems to attract every imaginable disaster.”

“And yet you chose to stay here when you could have sailed away and left it behind.”

“I stayed for one reason.”

“I know,” she stated. “To get your revenge.”

“That’s why I came here, but that’s not why I stayed.”

She leaned back to look at him. “Why then?”

“Don’t you know, Emma?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. “It’s you.”

He watched the look in her eyes change from wonder to disbelief to awestruck, as tears gathered in them. Then she leaned in and tentatively pressed her lips to his.

Killian slid his hand up to the back of her head, holding her to him as he returned the kiss. Their lips moved softly and languidly together, the tips of their tongues teasing and tasting.

The kiss they shared when she returned had been filled with relief and passion, and left him breathless. This tender kiss spoke of the deeper connection they now shared with one another; one built on trust, understanding, and another feeling neither of them was quite ready to express out loud.

It left him equally breathless.

When it ended, Emma snuggled into his chest, his arms encircling her and holding her tight. He knew she could probably feel his heart hammering in his chest, but if she did, she didn’t mention it.

They lay quietly for so long, he was sure she had fallen asleep, so her words murmured into his neck took him by surprise. “Killian, may I ask you something?”

“Of course, Love.”

She raised herself up to rest on her elbow and looked into his face. “Do you ever think about…taking our relationship…to the next level?”

“The next level?” he asked, hoping he understood what she meant.

“Yeah, you know…physically,” she said, a blush moving up her throat.

He reached up to brush his fingertips over her reddened cheek. “I have,” he affirmed. “It just…it never seems to be the right time.”

She ran her hand down his chest and teased the skin under the hem of the henley he was wearing. “Now seems like a pretty good time,” she whispered into his ear, sending shivers of excitement through his body.

“Are…are you sure? Your parents are right downstairs.”

“Despite the upstairs being open, sound in the loft doesn’t really travel; it’s almost as if it’s been soundproofed. I never hear them when they’re…being intimate. Thank the lord.”

A grin spread across his face, but faded almost as soon as it appeared. “Emma, are you really sure?”

Her eyes darted between his before she leaned in and kissed him again, her tongue demanding permission to explore the warmth of his mouth. When she pulled away, leaving him panting, she asked, “Does that answer your question? If not, maybe this will.”

Her hand moved lower to rub against the pronounced ridge of his cock through his flannel pajama pants. He groaned, closing his eyes as he felt his erection stiffen even more. “Gods, Emma!” he gasped.

“Shh, this place might be reasonably private, but I don’t want to test that theory,” she mumbled against his lips.

He would’ve been able to follow her instructions better if she hadn’t squeezed his cock at the same time she was admonishing him.

As she continued to move one hand up inside his borrowed shirt and give attention to his rapidly swelling shaft with the other, Killian began to lavish open-mouthed kisses from below her ear down to her collarbone.

“Too many clothes,” Emma murmured. “I need…”

“Need what, Love?” he asked, between licking at the small marks he had sucked under her clavicle.

“I need to feel your skin on mine,” she whispered. “I just…I need more.”

He nodded his understanding before reaching behind himself to grasp the collar of the shirt and yank it over his head. Her fingers went to work right away, skimming through the abundant hair on his chest and abdomen.

“Do you have any idea how often I’ve wanted to do this?” she sighed. “You and your aversion to buttoning your shirts has nearly driven me wild sometimes.”

Her light touches were doing the same to him at the moment, but he wasn’t about to complain. He spent the last two weeks yearning to bring her back. Being separated from her cemented his awareness that he had to have Emma Swan in his life.

“Your turn, Swan,” he said, pulling at the collar of her pajama top.

She sat up and gave him a sultry smirk, then slowly began undoing the buttons down the front of the shirt. His breath caught as her fingers pushed each one through the buttonhole, knowingly teasing him. He was sure it would be worth the wait.

His assumption was verified when she finally shrugged out of the shirt, exposing her splendid breasts to his hungry eyes. “Bloody hell,” he exhaled on a shaky breath, and then he was giving them the attention they deserved - fondling, licking and kissing them, while Emma closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure.

She fell back on the bed and he shifted to hover over her, his hand and wrist working their way down her ribcage to the top of her pajama pants. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he halted his movements.

“Is…is something wrong?” she questioned.

“What if I…impregnate you?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“I’m using birth control.” At his quizzical look, she explained, “That means there’s hardly any chance I’ll get pregnant from…doing this.”

“Oh, I see. That’s good to know,” he replied. “Shall we, um, proceed?”

In response, she grinned and trailed her fingers down his stomach and under the waistband of his sleep pants. He inhaled sharply as her fingers wrapped around his girth, returning the favor by easing his hand down the back of her pants to squeeze her lovely backside.

Their pajama bottoms and underwear soon joined their shirts on the floor and they were completely bared to each other. He knew his Swan had nicely toned muscles on her trim form, but gods above, he could never have imagined how breathtaking she was, her body absolute perfection.

Killian took his time mapping her curves with his fingers, lips and tongue, while her hands roamed and stroked his physique. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold himself back, but he was determined to let Emma be the initiator for every step.

When his fingers found their way to the heat between her legs, he could feel that she was very ready. He slid them through her sodden folds, his thumb finding her bundle of nerves. Her legs began trembling and her fingernails dug into his sides.

“K-Killian,” she stammered, voice low and sultry, “I…please say you’re ready.”

“Aye, Love,” he grunted, his cock so painfully erect, he was afraid he would explode as soon as he was inside her.

She arranged herself underneath him, widening her legs, and he settled between them. Looking up, his eyes met hers and he was awed by what he saw there. This wasn’t about satisfying lustful feelings for either of them; he could tell it was more than that. If he had to put into words what was shining in her eyes, he would say it was affection and trust, and a large part of him hoped he wasn’t reading too much into it by thinking he saw love there as well.

Bending her legs, she brought them up on either side of him, then reached down and aligned him at her entrance. He pushed into her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but her eyes were closed in bliss as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip, puffing out short breaths.

When he was completely engulfed in her heat, he rested his forehead against hers, biting his lip to keep from saying the words that were on the tip of his tongue. She had said her heart was back with him where it belonged, but stopped short of saying those three little words. Even though he was completely in love with her, he wasn’t going to tell her, until she declared her love for him first. He couldn’t take the risk of making her run to avoid her feelings, as she was prone to do. For now, he was going to savor the feeling of being joined together with her.

 Once he was sure he could move without climaxing too soon, he slowly withdrew and pushed back in. “Faster, Killian,” Emma whimpered, digging her nails into his arse.

He complied, snapping his hips while trying to muffle his groans of pleasure. The pleading gasps she pressed into his chest spurred him to deepen his thrusts and she began lifting her hips to meet them.

Killian could tell she was getting close and started adding an extra grind with his pelvis, which quickly had the desired effect. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to her tightly as her orgasm washed over her. He saw her biting her lip to keep from crying out, briefly wondering what it would be like the next time when they were in a more private setting - if there was a next time. Gods, he hoped there would be a next time.

Her walls squeezing his cock prompted his own release. He stilled within her as he spasmed, his breathing harsh and raspy in the crook of her neck.

Their sweat and breath mingled as they lay tangled together, neither ready to move away from the other yet. Her fingers kneaded the skin on his back as he scattered kisses over her shoulder and throat.

After several minutes, Emma finally spoke. “Do you remember when I told you it was a one-time thing after we kissed in Neverland?”

“Aye,” Killian assured her, wondering with a bit of apprehension where the conversation was heading.

“I won’t say that this time, because I’m really hoping it’s not,” she said, lightly trailing her fingertips along his jaw.

“I’m very happy to hear that,” he sighed, pushing up to look into her eyes.

She cupped his face between her hands. “You look exhausted, Killian. We should both get some sleep.”

“Aye, Love. I won’t argue with that, as long as I can stay here with you.”

She gave him a soft kiss. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

After using tissues from her bedside table to clean up, they redressed and settled into bed. He held her in his arms, her head on his chest and her legs tucked between his.

“Goodnight, Killian,” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Love,” he returned, then drifted off into his first restful sleep since she was pulled away from him, intent on never letting her go again.

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Name: With tears in your eyes, you begged me to stay Word count: 1183 words Ship: Jay Orton/Adam Cole [ship: bluejays and blowjobs] Characters: Jay Orton, Adam Cole Rating: General Audiences/Teen [kinda on the cusp between both] Prompt: @wrestleprompts prompt week two: It was you the entire time Triggers: Mentions of Sex [no actual smut], mentions of Cole's concussion, panic attacks Authors note: This started out as smut but I got really anxious and I just gave Adam Cole my panic attacks. Still writing trans femme adam cole using he/him pronouns cuz pronouns don't equal gender. I don't think this is my best work/flows right but I'm tired. I might end up editing this/re-writing this but we'll see how this goes Tag list: @ithunderstorm @itsnoosetome @malewifemoxley @kass-the-kitten @melancholycowboy @josiewrites @basil-the-pretty-cowboy @ss-trashboat @ambroseasylum @wrestlezaynia @banannabethchase @bellicosebunny @mrsmatt @racerchix21 and @anairbri and @mistress-omega-majesty

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Gold stole Cole away, onto new horizons and Jay stayed left in the dust. Until, because fate is a bitch who has no self control, the two of them were dragged back together. And they’re friends now. The same familiar pattern between two people whose bodies still know the others. Jay lays her back against the couch, tilts her neck backwards against the leather cushions. “Are you gonna get dressed any time today?”

He’s looking at her from across the small locker room, ankles crossed politely as he pretends to scroll through twitter on his phone. Occasionally, Jay catches his blue eyes flicking down to trace the curve of her chest or across the careful intent of a bite mark, purpled and hidden in a bruise on the curve of her thigh. Jay rolls her ankles and bends the curve of his back, eyes still glued on Adam. They’re meant to be wrestling in less than an hour, a stupid mixed tag match that’s meant to boost their connection. Jay finds that somewhat stupid; She’s taken Cole into her mouth and held him closely as he shook, pleasure blowing his stupidly beautiful blue eyes so wide that Jay feels like they could consume them. A mixed tag match is nothing, he doesn’t even know why the two of them have to tag together, they’ve done it before. It didn't work.

Gold stole Cole away, onto new horizons and Jay stayed left in the dust. Until, because fate is a bitch who has no self control, the two of them were dragged back together. And they’re friends now. The same familiar pattern between two people whose bodies still know the others. Jay lays her back against the couch, tilts her neck backwards against the leather cushions. “Are you gonna get dressed any time today?”

There’s a devious little smile that spreads across Cole’s face, he rolls his chewing gum against the back of his teeth until it's in a small ball, rolling against his tongue. “Nope.” He grins, blowing a bubble. It bursts when Jay drags a ring-worn nail across the sticky circumference and Cole licks at his bottom lip, collecting the tasteless gum back into his mouth. “I think I’m gonna stay right here.” Cole replies after staring down at Jay with a small, twisted frown. One that carries no real emotions other than half-playful stubbornness.

“You’re being such a brat.” Jay grumbles, rolling his eyes. Cole raises an innocently confused eyebrow and shrugs his leather jacket. Jay cocks an eyebrow and gasps when Cole tosses it at her feet. “You wanna play this game?” Cole nods once, turning his eyes back to the TV, the PPV rolls slowly forward and Jay balls his leather jacket between his hands and chucks it back at him, chuckling when Cole squarks out in surprise. “Cmon get dressed!”

Jay flails her hand and Cole shrugs his jacket back on, pouting when Jay pinches at the bridge of her nose. “Do I have to get you dressed? Are you that much of a pillow princess?” The look on Cole’s face makes Jay pause, head tilted and eyes widening in confusion. “You’d like that?” His voice is softer now, reaching up to stroke at Cole’s leg. His hands clasp and unclasp around one another, nails itching against the spaces between his knuckles and Jay presses a kiss to the side of his temple. “I'm sorry for making you uncomfy princess.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t.” Is Cole’s soft reply, leaning his temple against the pleasant chill of his…Jays lip rings. “I’d like not to have to think about that kinda stuff y'know..” His voice is tight and shrill, like someone twirling a guitar string too tight. “Its st-”

Jay silences her with a soft kiss to the bridge of her nose. “It’s not stupid, nothing’s stupid. How about we try it later, yeah?” Cole keeps grabbing at the space between his knuckles, pressing the pads of his fingertips against his knuckles until they shift and pop. Jay knows it’s hurting, at least distantly because Cole’s eyebrows press together every time the small sound echoes around the little locker room. “Hey Cole, look at my baby.” Jay whispers, shifting to sit beside him. “Shh baby, it's just a panic attack. You know how to beat these.” There's promise on her words and once he worms his fingers under Cole’s, she squeezes.

Panic attacks are yet another lasting side effect of Cole’s concussion and one that Jay’s gotten better at dealing with. He muscles Cole onto her lap and lets him curl as small as possible into his little frame. Let’s his body tremble against hers as Jay runs a soothing hand across his spine, promising that it's only temporary. “Just breathe, nice and slow. In and out. There we go, good girl” She whispers, watching how Cole’s teary eyes glance up at her, thanks in his eyes.

The time for their match comes and goes, Jay gets snapped out by the heads who sit at the top of the table and the crowd boo’s and chants for Cole but he stays tangled around Jay, panic- worn body, loose and limber. His eyes are red-rimmed when he glances up at him, an apology dancing on his tongue. Cole opens his mouth and pauses, closing it again.

“What is it baby?” Jay whispers, brushing tears off the apples of his cheeks. He looks down at him, waiting patiently. He’d wait forever for him. He’d walk to the bottom of the underworld and back, like Eurydice and Orpheas, two former lovers bathed in death.

“It’s always been you.” Cole starts in the same small voice he always uses; tired and weak and guilty. “It was you the whole time.” When Jay’s fingers pause against the bottom of his spine, Cole releases a last shuddering breath. “Since NXT. it’s always been you. The one I’ve been thinking of. When I got hurt, it was you. I wanted more than pain meds and a good night's rest and anti sickness. You.” Cole knows he’s rambling but panic has made his tongue uselessly limber in his mouth. “It’s been you the whole time, the one I’ve missed the most.”

Jay's arms wrap around him tighter, pressing the zipper of his jacket into his exposed skin, Cole feels her breathing even out, feels the chill of Jay’s lip rings drag against the crown of his head. “You don't have to miss me now Princess. I’m here.”

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Jay leans down and presses a soft kiss to his trembling lips. “I’m not leaving.”

Cole raises a clammy hand, sticks out his pinkie and the smile that spreads across Jay’s face seals the promise like wax sealing a love letter. “Pinkie promise?”

Their fingers interlock together and Jay presses a kiss to the side of his palm. “Pinkie promise.” Cole nods, squirms until his face is tucked securely between her collar and jaw and yawns. Jay feels the stubble of his cheek itching her freckled skin pink and relaxes against the leather couch cushions as Cole’s body finally falls limp with sleep, pinkie finger still tangled around theirs.

In the end, The two of them get a fine for skipping out on a PPV. But, back at the hotel, sharing burgers and Cole laying out outfits eagerly for Jay to choose, eyes sparkling with a joy that he hasn’t seen in what feels like forever. Jay knows he’d lose everything for her little princess.

#wrestleprompts #ship: jay and cole #rating: teen #oc: jay orton #mouse writes #all elite wrestling #aew #reblogs are appreciated

[sinfullyrosey]

Sexcapades - Azul

Alright, so you and Azul have been in a relationship for quite some time now. Sure, you two didn’t have the best of first meets and he tricked you into a contract and enslaved half the school (your friends included), but hey, nobody’s perfect, right? But anyways, you’ve been together for awhile and you felt it was about time you and him did the horizontal tango.

Except this is Azul we’re talking about here and he’s an insecure octobitch who’d never been intimate with anyone in his entire life and practically cried when you accepted his confession.

You still recall him calling you to his office, contract in hand, as he begged suavely asked you to be his partner. You didn’t sign it of course, but did accept his confession nonetheless and still tease him about it to this day at how stupid it was that he honestly thought he needed a contract to get you to be his.

But back to the present where you and your love octopus are in the bedroom, both undressed down to your undergarments and getting ready to do the deed. He nervous. He’s been nervous since you asked him if he’d be willing to take the next step tonight. He hands are clammy and shaky as they struggle where to put themselves, prompting you to place them at your sides as you madeout with him.

You try to ease him into it, get him heated and panting to try and get his mind off of the nerves. You two haven’t even done anything and already he looked ‘bout ready to burst. You grin at him through your shared kiss, gently grabbing his hand and guiding it down, down, down until his fingers come into contact with your nether regions and-

You suddenly gag as a strange liquid shoots into your mouth and you’re sputtering and spitting whatever it is out. You panic and look down to see this pitch black substance on your hands and you blink in confusion at what the heck this stuff is?!

You look up to ask Azul what just happened, only to gawk as the same black liquid oozed out of the corners of his mouth. His eyes were wide and brimming with tears and his whole body started to tremble. It took you a minute, but you finally understood what just happened.

“Did... did you just ink me?”

He refused to meet your gaze as a blush colored his face along with the black substance now revealed to be his ink.

“S-sorry...”

And before you could gather your bearings once more he just, bolts off the bed and out of the room, leaving you an inky mess. You sat there for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what the hell just happened. The bitch just left you there, sitting in his own mess.

“This is not what I was expecting to be covered in tonight, Ashengrotto!”

Later, once you properly cleaned yourself up a bit, you found him hiding in one of his octopots, crying in embarrassment and self loathing. You comforted him and tried to get him to come out, but when that failed, you had to take extra measures and got The Stick to try and fish him out. In the end that didn’t work either and you just cuddled with him in the pot.

Maybe you can get some of his white ink  some other time.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST Smut #Azul Ashengrotto #Azul Ashengrotto Smut #Smut #Azul Ashengrotto X Reader #GN!Reader #This one isn't nearly as funny as the others but I got spring break brain

[rebeccccccaaa]

O̶l̶d̶ M̶a̶n̶ M̶o̶v̶e̶s̶

__________________________ Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve shows you a thing or two about being an old man. 

Warnings: *AGE GAP*, smut 18+ minors dni, very dark/inappropriate joke (only mentioned once but beware)

Author’s Notes: I know this isn’t the most original but hEr yA gO lol (ps this a long one but boy is it a good read #prettyproud ;) lmao) __________________________

“Hey Nat, do you know anything about World War II?” you peeked your head in her room.

“Nope, ask Steve.”

“Hey Tony, do you know anything about World War II?” you walked into the lab.

“Nope, ask Steve.”

“Hey Sam, where’s Bucky?” you walked in the kitchen.

“Mission.”

“Well, do you know anything about  World War II?”

“Nope, ask Steve,” you grunted and rolled your eyes.

“Hey Wanda, do you know anything about World War II?”

“Nope, have you asked Steve?” 

“Ugh! Everyone keeps saying that,” you flopped down on her bed.  

“And why aren't you asking him?” 

You looked at her raising an eyebrow. She was the only, well you think Nat knows but Wanda is the only person you told about your little crush on the super soldier. Upon seeing your face, Wanda chuckled humorously. One time she caught you during a meeting thinking about Steve; every part of Steve. To say you were embarrassed would be an understatement. 

“What about Bucky?”

“He’s on a mission. Hey, what are you watching?”

“Malcolm in the Middle.”

“Nice.”

You laughed at the show for a bit before grunting remembering that you had to finish the history report for your college professor who’s as old as sliced bread. Before you walked out Vision phased through the door. 

“Ooh! Vis, tell me everything about World War II!”

“No, Vis! Don’t tell her a single thing! You have to ask Steve,” she scolded. 

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Wanda,” you whined.

“I’m pretty sure he’s in his room,” she smirked.

“Please don’t make me do it,” you begged hyperbolically. 

“Then fail your report,” she smirked evilly.

“Dammit, Wanda,” you left her room hearing her snicker. 

You stomped to your room and collapsed on your bed. You sat at your computer for twenty minutes until a knock disturbed your dreadful staring. 

“Steve!” you shouted opening the door.

“Hey, Sam told me you needed help with a history report?”

“Sam told you?”

“Yeah; and Tony, and Nat, and Wanda,” Steve phoned chimed suddenly.

“Oh, uh, Buck just texted me saying Sam told him that you need help with uh, a history report,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, World War II,” you gritted.

“Well,” he stood awkwardly at your door still.

“Come in,” you moved over to let him in.

Steve walked in and sat on the edge of your bed. You scurried over and threw yourself on the bed gathering all your papers and books and your laptop. You sat criss crossed on the bed before looking up at him ready for learning, I guess.

“Ok so what exactly do you need to know?” Steve smiled.

“Oh well, uh, maybe we start with life before soldiers got drafted?” you suggested.

Steve smiled remembering tons of stories and memories of him and Bucky being teenagers in New York. You stopped caring about your report altogether and just kicked back to listen to all about Steve. The way he lit up whenever remembered something he forgot to tell you made your heart burst. 

At one point he started laughing so hard, as were you, when he slapped his hand directly on your thigh and squeezed hard from pure humor. Needless to say, you instantly stopped laughing and zeroed in on his large hand and the way it gripped your thigh. 

“Awe man, that such was a good day,” he breathed out once he cooled down.

“Yeah, it’s kinda weird,” you said, coming back to reality.

“Why’s that weird?”

“I don’t know? You’re the captain, you don’t have fun. You’re an old man,” you giggled.

“Old man? Kid, you’re hurting me,” he clutched his chest dramatically.

“Hey, I already told you to stop calling me kid. I’m twenty years old,” you crossed your arms. 

“Hey come on, I’m just joshing ya,” he smirked.

“Who the fuck says ‘joshing ya’?” you laughed.

“What, the kids don’t say that nowadays?” he laughed.

“No!” you were cracking up rolling on the bed.

“You’re supposed to be doing your history report,” he defended.

“You’re such an old man, oh god.”

“And you’re such a child,” he pinned you down on the bed.

“Ooh, someone busting out the old man moves. Get off grandpa,” you smirked.

“Make me, kid,” he emphasized ‘kid’.

You two glared at each amusingly, both trying you very best to not smile. Your shirt had ridden up your stomach and Steve could somewhat see the exposed skin. He didn't think you were a kid per say, he thought you were a very beautiful young woman; too young. He didn’t think it would be appropriate to pursue any sort of relationship with you; it’s not like you were very incognito when it came to checking him out. He knew that you liked him. 

Explains all the teasing you do too. 

The close proximity between you two make you both bothersome; Steve's muscle clenching and fighting every urge in his body to do something he might regret, or worse, something you’ll regret. Your stomach flipped and your mind wandered to what it would be like if you were in this position under different circumstances. 

In an attempt to relieve yourself without Steve knowing you clenched your thighs softly before moving your knee up. Upon moving your knee, your eyes widened and Steve instantly got off you covering his modesty with your sheet. Your face slowly turned into a mischievous smirk before raising your eyebrow at Steve, who profusely blushed under your taunting gaze. 

“Do kids turn you on?” you joked.

“Y/n!” Steve groaned at your highly inappropriate joke.

“I’m kidding!” Steve simply rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m just joshing ya,” you grinned, making Steve chuckle.

“How much of your report have you done?” Steve reached for your laptop; making you panic because you didn’t even have your name let alone a title typed out. 

“Seriously?” he looked at you like a stern father.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said.

“You don’t even have your name,” he cracked a smile.

“Well, your stories are just too captivating; I was distracted,” you weren’t exactly lying, seeing Steve seem so relaxed and carefree thinking back on memories made you smile. 

“Distracted,” he repeated sarcastically.

“Yeah, I was,” you felt small as Steve got closer to you.

“Is this distracting now?” he mocked.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

He looked at your lips before running his nose along your cheek and your own nose. He pressed his lips too close to your lips, of which you were desperate for him to touch. Your hands grabbed at his arms that were held tightly on your waist for any sort of stability. You felt like you were going to pass out. 

“You better finish that report if you know what’s good for you,” he whispered against your lips. 

“Huh?” you breathed out seeing as Steve has stood up and made his way to your door. 

“You heard me. Come find me when you’ve been a good girl and finished that report,” he slipped out smoothly leaving you high and dry, or rather soaking in arousal. 

Your eyes were practically bulging from your head and you couldn’t believe the Steve with that gnarly stick up his ass was the same one that just easily turned you on like an easy-bake oven and called you a ‘good girl’. You immediately rushed to grab your laptop googling facts about World War II and typed faster than Usain Bolt could run.

Meanwhile Steve stood in the shower with cock in hand, his thumb rubbing over the tip leaking with precum. He ran his hand down his shaft and threw his head back at the pleasure. He moaned your name and tensed his muscles getting close to a release. 

He had to hold on to the wall to keep his knees from buckling. The sight of seeing you under him, squirming and wiggling so innocently made his cock twitch. He knew that you liked him, it wasn’t necessarily a huge secret; you weren’t desperate to hide that fact. But he knew you weren’t going around telling people so he never said anything. 

He went to your room genuinely trying to help with your college report and he got enthralled with his own memories. He didn’t exactly know when the air shifted but he realized it indefinitely when your body tensed under his hand that rested perfectly on your thigh. 

He remembers the softness of skin and remembers the way your breathing quickened. He kept the conversation going as innocently as possible but then you started teasing him about his age, about what an old fashioned sucker he was. And all he could think about in that moment was flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress you showing his “old man moves”. 

“Fuck,” he moaned to himself.

Soon enough after a couple more pumps, he painted the shower walls with his cum desperately wishing it was your stomach or even your back. He just wanted you there with him. He felt guilty thinking about you like that. He knew if he were ever to get with you he wouldn't be able to keep up. You were so spright and mischievous and beautiful and gorgeous and sexy and… wait; slow down, Steve.

He got out of the shower and cleaned himself off. He changed and just stayed in his room letting the sounds of the TV drown any thoughts he might wandered to you. A sudden knock broke the silence settled in his room and he opened the door to find his best friend. 

“Hey, man,” Bucky smiled.

“Buck, your back,” Steve opened the door further letting him come in. 

“Oh, did you get my text? About helping Y/n with her report? Heard it’s like forty percent of her grade,” he said. 

“Yeah uh, I did,” Steve said hesitantly; Bucky narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Steve retorted.

“I don’t believe you. Come on what happened?” Buck chuckled.

“She called me an old man,” Steve pouted.

���Haha! Seriously?”

“Yeah but jokes on her cuz I-” Steve stopped himself, what if his best friend thought he was a creep.

“Oh no, did you guys fuck?” he asked suddenly.

“Buck,” Steve groaned.

“You did, didn’t you!”

“Almost!” Steve bursted out, his eyes widening in fear.

“Hey, why are you all freaked out? I thought you liked her?” Bucky questioned.

“Yeah, but what? She’s too young. I thought you were gonna think I was a creep,” Steve was confused.

“Well, how old is she?”

“She’s uh, she’s twenty, almost twenty-one,” he muttered.

“Oh, yikes. Uh, I don’t know man. I mean you’re both adults,” Bucky said. 

“Fuck, man. I really fucked up,” Steve said making Bucky ‘language’ him of which Steve glared back.

“Did you kiss her?”

“No, almost,” Steve responded.

“Ok then what happened?”

Steve explained to Bucky what happened just hours ago and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at his poor friend's antics.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Steve,” Bucky joked.

“Buck, you’re not helping,” Steve grunted.

“Well, either you keep your promise and fuck her good, or be that old man she called you with a stick up your ass and make her feel like shit. No pressure though. See for dinner, I’m going to beat the shit out of Sam,” Bucky stood up.

“What’d he do?”

“Nothing,” with that Bucky left. 

Steve sat there on his bed conflicted. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. All he knows is that you’re a beautiful girl and Steve wants nothing more than to show you; he knows you'd be more than willing to let him have his way with you. But on the contrary, you are too young. There are tons of guys who would be so lucky to call you theirs; and they’re your age. 

Then again, Steve can’t even imagine another man putting his hands on you. They’d never be able to pleasure you like he could. Ugh, but you called him an old man! Fuck this, Steve thought, I’m taking a nap.

-

You sat in your room busying yourself with facts about the war. You cried about the horrid things that happened, terrified that people that live in the world. You were even more shocked that Bucky and Steve lived through that. 

You glanced at the clock noticing the many hours that had passed you. It was sundown which usually meant Wanda was going to come by any minute-

“What do you want for dinner?” There she is. 

“Uh, I’m not sure. Haven't had much time to think about it,” you said lifting your laptop.

“Did Steve come?”

“I don’t know but he came pretty close,” you said snarkily. When he left about 5 minutes after you had to change your panties because you couldn’t focus on the report with arousal dripping out of you. 

“What the hell does that mean?” Wanda sat on your bed. You told what happened when Steve came by, how innocent everything seemed until it wasn’t. Wanda was rolling on your bed in laughter, snorting at your frustration. 

“Wandaaa,” you whined. 

“Sorry, sorry. But I’m confused,” she cooled down.

“What’s there to be confused about; Steve Rogers is a fucking tease,” you grunted. 

“I thought this is what you want. He clearly seems to like you back,” she said. 

“I don’t know it’s just-”

“Just what?”

“It’s not exactly clear whether he likes me or just wants some young, fresh meat. He didn’t say he liked me back.”

“Did you say you liked him in the first place?”

“No.” Wanda sighed at your answer. Were you overreacting?

“Y/n, I’ve known Steve for a long time and he’s not that kinda guy.”

“People change.”

“Y/n-”

“I just wish it stayed like a little stupid crush, because then I wouldn’t have to worry about my heart getting broken like that; worrying whether it’s real or not. Pining hurts so good, it’s comfortable.”

“Well, on a lighter note, how’s the report?” Wanda changed the subject so you wouldn’t feel bad anymore.

“I’m almost done, I think I’m gonna skip out on dinner. I’m really close to finishing,” you told her.

“Want me to bring you a plate?” she asked.

“Yes, please.”

-

Everyone sat at the table eating silently. Sam held an ice pack to his face because Bucky accidentally threw a rock at him; seriously it was an accident. Bucky threw the rock at his groin but Sam tripped back and the rock landed on his face. There are no hard feelings though, Sam said he was gonna get him and now Bucky’s arm is disabled and limp.

Steve stared at the seat across from him, it was the seat you always took next to Wanda. You weren’t here for dinner and he was wondering if it had something to do with him. Did he make you uncomfortable enough that you never want to see him? 

“She’s finishing her report,” Wanda said, her voice echoing in Steve’s head.

“Ooh what’s the gossip?” Nat said humorously seeing as Wanda’s eyes glowed red as did Steve’s. 

“Nothing,” Steve mumbled. 

“He was wondering where Y/n was?” Wanda said making Steve shoot daggers at her. 

“You miss your little girlfriend?” Sam joked.

“Shut it,” Steve growled.

“She never misses dinner. Where the brat?” Tony asked.

“She has a history report for a college class and she told me she was almost done and that she was gonna skip dinner,” Wanda explained.

No more questions were asked and everyone ate in peace. Small talk and laughter was exchanged appropriately but Steve couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you lied to Wanda to get out of dinner. What if you hate him now? What if you were creeped out by him now? Fuck.

“Steve your plate?” Wanda asked him. 

“Oh sorry, I’m finished. Thank you,” he handed her the plate of picked food. 

“Y/n, asked me if I could bring her a plate when we were finished.”

Steve simply looked puzzled at her. 

“Take this. And don’t break her heart,” she said handing him your plate. 

“I would never,” he said.

“Don’t tell me, tell her.”

Steve walked hesitantly up to your room. He knocked careful not to disturb you. He heard you shout, giving him access to your room and he found you laying on your stomach typing away on your laptop while cartoons played lowly on the TV.

“I brought your dinner,” he said softly.

“Thank you! Ugh, I’m starving but I swear I have like two sentences.”

He smiled and placed your food on your bedside before sitting on the bed with you. He watched your face carefully memorizing the smallest things about you that he’s never really noticed before. He noticed the dryness of your lips because you bit them whenever you were immensely focused just as now. 

He admired the small creases between your eyebrows and the way you scrunched your nose. Your hair was a little crazy and he noticed you had changed since he’d last been with you. He thinks he knows why that is and if it was true, he felt a sense of pride almost. Imagine if he really got to touch the way he wants. How ruined you would be. 

“Steve?” you asked.

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

“Are you ok?” you smiled awkwardly. 

“Oh uh, yeah. I’m ok.”

You ate quietly, eyes trained on the TV and Steve felt out of place. He went to stand up but you placed your food down and called after him.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I didn’t think you wanted me here anymore,” he said softly. 

“But, but you said to come find you when I finish my report. You’re already here,” you said shyly.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think-”

“I was a good girl and finished,” you said innocently biting your lip.

“Y/n,” Steve sighed. 

“What?” Oh no, you guessed it. He doesn’t actually like you and he's just messing with you.

“Hey look at me,” Steve grabbed your chin softly. You didn’t want to but you ultimately did.

“I want nothing more than to reward you for being a good girl but I can’t,” he said sadly.

“It's because I’m too young, isn’t it,” you whined. 

“I can’t do that to you. You have your whole life ahead of you, sweetheart. An old man like me shouldn’t keep you back like this,” he said.

“You’re not keeping anywhere, I’m an Avenger just like you. I don’t have anybody else. I’m only going to college because Tony’s paying for it and I took this stupid histroy class because I wanted to know more about what life was like for you. Because I like you,” you said. 

“Y/n, you can have anyone and you’re choosing me?” he chuckled.

“Yes, guys my age don’t even know where the clit is!” you shouted exasperated.

“Show them,” he said stupidly.

“Ah, yes. Because a twenty-two year old college frat boy is gonna wanna listen to you tell him how to have sex,” you said squinting your eyes, making Steve chuckle.

“I don’t want a guy my age, I want you.”

Steve cupped your face softly and you leaned into his hand with a childish pout. Steve smiled at you and your pout turned into a smile too. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, babygirl,” he sighed, pushing you down to lay on the bed.

“Not if you die from a stroke first old man,” you cracked. 

Steve wrapped his large hand around your neck bringing his face dangerously close yours.

“Smart mouth, and to think I was about to reward you.”

His voice gave you chills and you audibly whimpered under him. Steve pressed his leg between your thighs and your body shudder feeling his muscular thigh firmly pressed against your core.

“Fuck,” your voice shook.

“Does that feel good?” he asked mockingly, he knows what he’s doing.

“Yes, Stevie,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, you sound sweet whimpering and shaking under me. Almost feel kinda bad.”

His hand squeezed a bit harder and your body melted into the bed. He leaned down and kissed for the first time. Your eyes opened wide before fluttering closed again wallowing in his kiss. Your hand moved from his forearm to his face cupping it gently and your lips moved against his impeccably. 

His lips faltered and trailed down your throat, his hand pulling your hair gently to move your head back to give him more room. He nipped and bit at your throat hungrily before soothing his marks with his tongue. His hands sneaked up your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin under your breasts. He could feel the chills that rose all over your skin and he chuckled darkly in your ear. 

“Is this ok?” he asked softly tugging the waistband of your shorts. 

“Yes, please,” you moaned. 

Steve pulled them down little by little pressing kisses to every new part of exposed skin. He littered your hip bones and thighs with light bruises and bites. You were practically dripping in arousal, toes curling under themselves anticipating Steve’s next move.

He stood up at the edge of the bed keeping his eyes trained on yours, slowly unbuckling his belt. He pulled his pants down showing off his very impressive length. He gripped with his hand pumping it softly. He grabbed your ankle with his other hand and pulled you close to the edge of the bed.

“Lay on your stomach, babygirl,” Steve directed.

You eagerly flipped over, pushing your ass up to the air. Steve smiled at your ambition and gently rubbed your cheeks you put up for him. He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with you. 

“Fuck, you gonna be my good girl?” he asked seductively.

“Yeah, fuck. Stevie, fuck me good,” you moaned. 

“Open up those pretty legs for me, will ya?” Steve smirked. You spread your legs wider and arched your back more. When Steve finally pushed past your entrance, you felt so full. 

“You gotta breathe baby,” Steve soothed. 

“Sorry, you’re just… so big,” you whimpered.

“I know baby but you're taking my cock so well, you're being such a good fucking girl.”

“Steve!” you squeaked. 

Steve snapped his hips in and out of you rapidly and you couldn’t help the high-pitched moans that escaped your mouth. Steve gripped your hips harshly, forming littles red and purple marks on your hip bones that you’ll have to admire tomorrow morning. 

You gasped and moaned at the feeling of Steve’s cock driving into you and you couldn’t hold back any longer. 

“Stevie, I’m gonna come! Fuck, I can’t hold it. Please daddy let me come!”

“Come on pretty baby, come for daddy. Make a mess all over my cock like a good girl,” he groaned above you.

Your body trembled and your arms fell forward as you nearly screamed Steve’s name in pure ecstasy. You breathed heavily but Steve wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled his still ever hard dick out of you momentarily to rid his shirt. He walked to the side of the bed and sat comfortably with his back against the headboard. 

“Come here baby girl. I know you’re tired but I think you pull one more for me, yeah?” his voice was silky. 

You whimpered and tried your best to sit up all the way, crawling desperately over to Steve. He kissed you softly before slowly pulling the hem of your shirt over your head to expose your breasts fully to him. 

“Fuck, you are just too beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, his voice raspy making your body shudder above him. 

His hands roamed your body; smoothing over your ribs, your hips to your thighs, back to hips against pulling you impossibly closer to him. His lips again just as before nipped and pecked the skin along your neck and collarbones and you could resist the small whimpers you made. 

“Steve,” you moaned.

“I got ya, baby. I’m right here.”

You looked into his lust blown eyes before kissing him messily. Your age divulges your experience but Steve couldn't care less. You lifted your hips for him and he lined himself once again to your entrance. 

Your arousal made it easier this time around and you were able to fully bask in the feeling and pleasure from Steve’s length. You hastily moved your hips around, back and forth, the position completely new to you. You felt erotic and confident and Steve’s kisses and praises did nothing but egg you on. 

“You're doing so good, my love. God, you keep clenching me like that and I’m gonna blow,” he moaned.

“Please, Stevie. I want to make you feel good,” you encouraged.

“You already are, don’t even worry about that,” he smirked.

Your hands gripped at his shoulders hard, nails digging into his pale skin. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis and soon enough you felt another orgasm approaching quickly. As you grew tired, Steve’s hands went to your cheeks and aided you in moving back and forth.

Your arms gave out again and you fell against Steve's torso still thrusting your hips back and forth with his help. The pressure built rapidly in your lower stomach and you couldn’t hold it again. 

“Steve,” you moaned. 

“I know, just hold on, please. I wanna come with you; I’m almost there,” he gasped. 

You held back as long as you but soon enough your body shook against Steve, desperate to release everything you have in you. In an attempt to distract yourself momentarily, you treated Steve the same by nipping and kissing the skin of his neck and shoulder. Your hands combing into his hair, tugging on his short blonde hair. 

“Ok, go ahead babygirl,” he grunted, “Fuck!”

“Ugh, Steve!” you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into his shoulder. Ecstasy waved over you and you feel euphoric. Your body trembled from intensity and Steve whispered soft praises in your ear. His words soothed you and your eyes felt heavy. Steve tracing little patterns on the small of your back did not help your tired case. 

“I gotta clean you up, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“No, stay with me, please,” you whined. 

“I promise I’ll be back,” he chuckled.

“Hm,” you huffed.

You slowly rolled off of Steve and he practically ran to your bathroom emerging with a warm wet towel in hand. You laid limply on the bed, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Steve kissed your stomach and hips softly as he cleaned between your thighs gently. He went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up as well.

“Come back,” you whined, making him chuckle.

“Yay,” you cheered softly when he did.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” 

“Mh-hm,” you nodded tiredly.

“I freaking love you,” you said, hiking your leg over to lay on top of him again. You nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” There was a slight moment of pause.

“Do you love me?” your voice crack and tears brimmed your eyes.

“I shouldn’t…” he started. His heart nearly broke when you looked up at him with teary eyes; afraid he would say he didn’t and you fell in love just to get your heart broken.

“But I do,” he finally said.

“Thanks,” you sniffled, making Steve smile.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of your head. 

“I love you too, old man.”

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The next morning, Steve slipped out of bed while you were still asleep, you looked so beautiful and peaceful. It took everything in him not to just crawl back into bed with you but Steve had a couple things to do and it was already past eight. He promised to himself that he was gonna come back before you wake up.

So he softly closed the door before immediately running around the compound filing paperwork, directing agents and trainees, meeting with Nick Fury, and lastly making breakfast for you and him. Wanda, Bucky, and Sam all sat at the counter eating bowls of cereal watching Steve frantically run around the kitchen making breakfast. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky spoke up. 

“I’m making breakfast,” Steve momentarily stopped to say. 

“Ok, but why are you freaking out like that? You’re running around like a crazy person.”

“I have to make it before-” Steve stopped himself. He didn't know whether or not he should say anything, whether you were comfortable with others knowing yet. 

“What did you do?” Wanda said, smiling like an idiot.

“Nothing, I’m just really hungry and I need to make breakfast before I starve,” he said.

“Really?”  Bucky said.

“Yeah.”

“Where’s Y/n?”

“She’s aslee-” Steve stopped himself again.

The three at the counter bursted into a fit of laughter at Steve’s slip up and he just simply rolled his eyes before finally plating the food and running upstairs. Not without flipping the three still laughing off. 

He slowly opened the door finding you still asleep in bed. He smiled at your beautiful form illuminated by the golden rays of the sun peeking through the curtains. He placed the food on your table before sitting on the bed, his hands softly running up and down your side to slowly wake you. 

Your eyes fluttered open and upon seeing Steve’s gorgeous face you smiled. 

“Good morning, old man,” you grinned cheekily. 

“When are you let that go?” he shook his head.

“Never,” you winked.

“I brought you food, pretty girl.”

“Thank you,” you sat up covering yourself. You ate the food he made for you and made grabby hands for him to cuddle you. He laughed before crawling back into bed with you. You made a face though before he got fully under the covers and he gave a puzzled look.

“What?”

“Why are you all dressed?”

“I had a couple things to do this morning and then I made you breakfast. I couldn’t walk around in my birthday suit,” he laughed.

“Hm, fine. I’ll give you a pass,” you said making him chuckle, “Can you at least take your shirt off again?”

He smiled cheekily before getting up and taking his shirt and pants off leaving him in his boxers. You cheered making him laugh even harder before he dived into bed cuddling you extra close. His strong arms wrapping safely around you and his legs entangling themselves with yours. 

You kissed him one last time before grabbing your TV remote and turning on the TV to watch cartoons.

“You know sometimes you really are a kid,” Steve snickered.

“Yeah grandpa? What about this,” you fluffed his beard that specks of grey hairs.

“Do I need to show my old man moves again?” he smirked.

“Yeah, I think you oughta,” you winked before Steve threw the covers kissing your stomach all the way to your core. You gotta admit, the old man’s got some moves. 

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[hongism]

reciprocated - j.wy (ft. c.san) 18+

↦ pairing: san x fem!reader x wooyoung ↦ genre: pwp, smut, 18+, non idol au, friends with benefits au ↦ wc: 4.0k ↦ pt 2 to belated | ↦ warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral sex: f and m, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum eating, masturbation, creampie

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When you and San sent Wooyoung the less than appropriate for viewing video, you had half-expected an immediate response of an extended keyboard smash or just a series of emojis conveying his both panic and excitement to be receiving such a thing. What you got in reality was radio silence on his part, and that seems to have caught San off-guard as well because he can’t seem to figure out why Wooyoung wouldn’t respond. Granted, it’s only been around a week since you sent the damn thing, but Wooyoung is notorious for responding within a fraction of a second, so the mystery becomes why hasn’t Wooyoung responded or reacted. He texts you and San regularly, either through the group chat you have with the two men or just one on one, but he does not under any circumstances mention the email attachment you sent from San’s computer. Even when San directly asked him over text if he received his birthday gift, Wooyoung just neglected to respond entirely.

San could not be more unbothered by the fact that Wooyoung won’t respond. You on the other hand can’t help but feel like he has seen the video and was so disgusted and grossed out by it that he’s just counting down the days to end your friendship. It’s a constant and bubbling anxiety in your gut, and it’s one that heightens when Friday evening rolls around and Wooyoung comes by your apartment with San to watch a movie.

The latter arrives before Wooyoung does, pushing into the apartment like he owns in and immediately making himself comfortable beside you on the couch. Your nervous exterior must be evident to him because his cheerful attitude morphs into one of concern the second he sits down.

“What’s that expression for?”

“Do you think he’s… I don’t know, weirded out?”

“By the video?” You nod hastily, and San twists to look at the ceiling. “No way. He’s probably too shy to say anything. Full guarantee he’s been using it as jerk off material every day this week.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t he have said something by now? I think it’s—”

“I think you’re overthinking,” San states. An idle hand comes to rest on your thigh, skin bared by the shorts you’re wearing, and he mindlessly traces faint patterns there. “I have an idea. One that I’ll only do if you’re okay with it.”

“What are you planning?” You narrow your gaze on San. The words are a bit suspicious, but San has never given you a reason not to trust him before, and you’re certain he wouldn’t do anything without your explicit permission and comfort.

“He’s too shy to talk about it, no?”

“I don’t know, San. That’s part of my concern,” you huff out in response.

“And I know him better than you do. Trust me when I say that he is merely too shy to say anything about the video.”

“So, the plan is…?”

“Threesome?”

“San!” The man all but cackles at your startled reaction and retracts his hand from your leg to clutch at his chest.

“I’m being completely serious.”

“You can’t be.” San deadpans, eyes searching yours with razor-sharp focus. “San.”

“Do you want to see how he really feels about it?”

“Of course I do but… I’m – I, well, I’m just shy about it!”

“And do you trust me to guide you through it and stop when you want to stop?” San leans towards you, and you find yourself moving with him, breaths intermingling as you get closer to each other.

“Yes, I always do, San.” He laughs under his breath once before letting his forehead fall against yours.

“And how do you feel about sex with Wooyoung?”

“I’m… I would like that a lot, I think. You aren’t gonna get jealous if Wooyoung fucks me, are you?”

“I can’t promise not to, but at the end of the day, I know—”

The thought is cut short thanks to the door popping open once more, and this time when you look up at it, it’s Wooyoung who steps through with his head tucked to his chest. You sink your teeth into your lower lip without thinking, letting San nudge you further down to the middle of the couch so he can better settle against your body. Wooyoung doesn’t even look up as he comes closer, phone in hand and screen flashing a bright light that keeps him preoccupied. That does absolutely nothing to ease your worries though, and his obvious avoidance of you and San’s forms causes an extra surge of panic to rush through you. San again detects your nerves and darts a hand out to clasp around your thigh just at the top of your knee, fingers massaging the bare skin there gently while Wooyoung positions himself on the other end of the couch. He doesn’t put a ton of distance between the two of you, which is a small reassurance, but he still won’t look up at you.

“Hey, Woo, did you–oof!” You send an elbow straight into San’s ribcage before he can finish the question. San squeezes hard at your leg and sends you a sharp and pointed glare. You return it with one of equal heat to no avail because San continues speaking, hand keeping you firmly in place. “Did you get my gift? For your birthday?”

Choi San is far too bold for your liking, you’ve decided that much.

“B-Birthday?” Wooyoung stutters. He glances up from his phone with cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and his gaze flicks between you and San for a few seconds. The silence drags. You can hardly breathe thanks to the lump in your throat. Wooyoung stares. San waits. And you are ready to burst. Then —

“For fuck’s sake, Wooyoung, do we need to reenact it on the couch for you?”

And in that moment, you truly do think you have died because there is no way in a million years that San really just said those words out loud. You jerk to bury your face against his shoulder – not helping your case since Wooyoung has most definitely seen the video and is most definitely thinking about the things you and San were doing in said video and any act of intimacy or closeness between the two of you is a dumpster fire just waiting to happen.

“No! No, no, no, no, no,” Wooyoung rambles so quickly that the words sound foreign against your ears. “You don’t – I wouldn’t – that’s too much to ask, I would never—”

“Well, you were obviously thinking about it!” San argues, not missing a beat in his remarks, and you really want nothing more than to completely disappear from existence entirely. “That boner isn’t exactly discreet!”

Whatever sound leaves your lips is nothing short of inhumane, most likely something close to a pig squealing, and San secures an arm around your waist when you throw yourself further against him. He releases a loud laugh that rings in your ear, squeezing you as tight as he can without hurting you.

“I’m sure we can work something out. You heard the way Y/N was screaming your name, didn’t you?” You’re thankful that Wooyoung can’t see your face because you are positive that your wide eyes make you look like a deer caught in headlights and he might take that as a sign of hesitance, when in reality you are already imagining Wooyoung fucking you raw while you’re bent over San’s lap. Instead, San stands up from the couch, keeping his hands on yours while he moves, and you blink up at him with the same wide eyes.

“I – I didn’t w-want to assume that she – I thought it was just… just because you were – yeah,” Wooyoung stammers. His voice grows more quiet with each passing word, and you can envision the way his chin drops to his chest as it normally does when he’s flustered.

“Didn’t want to assume that she wanted you just as badly as you want her?” San inquires, head tilting to the side as he asks the question. “Was the sight of her begging for your cock while my cum was dripping off her face not enough for you?” You need to make a mental note to beat the shit out of him after this, but you also don’t want to admit that the burning humiliation is actually causing your gut to twist with arousal. Your thighs press tightly together against the couch – a movement that doesn’t escape San’s notice. “She’s practically drooling from the thought already. Shouldn’t you give her something to do with that mouth?”

The words have their intended effect on you; they’re words San has spoken to you in less than appropriate situations time and time again, but now they seem even more filthy because Wooyoung is right there. Your lower lip trembles as a whimper slips out, and you hear Wooyoung inhale a sharp and painful breath of air.

“I won’t interrupt, don’t worry,” San murmurs, letting a finger trace over your chin. “I’ll just keep her fully occupied, yeah? How does that sound, sweetheart?”

“G-Good,” you hastily answer through a gasp.

“Mhm, then you can be good and sit still for him while I eat you out?”

“S-San.” The single word is spoken breathlessly, and you’re shocked that it even comes out with sound, to be honest. San just smirks in response, watching and waiting for you to indicate that you don’t want to do this. So when you provide a small nod of confirmation, he nudges you off the couch and onto the floor. Your knees hit the carpet painfully, but you take it in stride as best you can and move to a more comfortable position. Wooyoung remains in a state of shock, not budging one bit from his spot on the farthest cushion, and San has to lean over your kneeling form to catch hold of Wooyoung’s collar and yank him forward.

“Are you gonna make her do all the work?” He hums, pressing into Wooyoung’s personal space so much so that Wooyoung has to lean away from him.

“N-No, I’m – I’m just still a bit shocked.” He isn’t too shocked to finally sit on the center cushion and press his legs around your body, feet planted firmly on either side of your thighs. Now you can clearly see the growing erection tucked behind his jeans along with the hazy flush on his cheeks and neck that looks oh so pretty from this angle.

San moves away from the couch no doubt to make room for himself between your folds. It leaves you with the task of helping Wooyoung out of his pants, but without San’s endless confidence, you both fumble awkwardly around each other for too long before bonking heads when Wooyoung tries to tug his pants down for you. Ironically enough, the contact is all you needed to dispel the awkward energy between you two, and you share in a small laugh with hands still fumbling over each other.

“Do you… is he right?” Wooyoung asks once your hands hook around his underwear. You hesitate there, blinking up at the man in wonder for a few moments.

“Yeah, he – um, he didn’t really need to convince me to do the video,” you mumble back before embarrassment gets the better of you. “I was just worried that you wouldn’t see me like that.”

“Oh no, I definitely do! Not to, uh, sound too enthusiastic but yeah. I do.” You can only manage a tight-lipped grin in Wooyoung’s direction before taking hold of his underwear and yanking it down past his knees. A startled groan leaves him as cold air touches his stiff member, cock springing out to slap against the fabric of his shirt. The shirt doesn’t remain on for long as it is though, seeing as Wooyoung leans back and strips himself of the material without second thought. San makes a timely appearance behind you in that moment, hands running up your sides to tug your shirt off as he settles on the floor. You let him move your body into whatever position he wants while you keep your gaze firmly set on Wooyoung.

Wooyoung doesn’t maintain eye contact, however; he keeps his gaze firmly set on your body, trailing over the mounds of your breasts and the freshly exposed skin that’s left there now. His tongue pokes out to dart over his lips, and the hunger of lust gives him a newfound sense of confidence that has him leaning towards you. You sit up to meet him halfway — lips smash together in a clash of saliva and tongue, teeth clattering as they bump together. San works on pulling your pants away as well, leaving you full bare before both men, but he doesn’t give you time to be embarrassed or shy about the lack of clothes. He weasels his way between your legs and comes face to face with your now exposed cunt. A few strands of arousal are already present there just from the sight of Wooyoung’s hardened cock, which San laps up like a starved man.

The tiniest kitten lick has you whimpering, San’s hands latching around your hips and pulling you down to his chin. You brace yourself on Wooyoung’s muscled thighs. The skin is soft under your fingers, but the harsh touch has his muscles trembling and tensing under you. You dip closer to his crotch, eyes not leaving his for a second. He can only groan under his breath as you drag the flat of your tongue up his length. His cock is heavy against your tongue, a bit of saltiness lingering there thanks to the precum leaking from his tip, but you take it in stride and gulp the taste down as best you can. With a startled gasp, Wooyoung twitches in your mouth, and his hips buck up off the couch to thrust further into your wet heat.

“S-Shit,” Wooyoung mutters. He tries to still his hips to no avail because the more you move your tongue along his dick, the more he struggles to keep from jerking and writhing under your touch.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” San hums from between your legs. “Such a good little cock slut.” The words carry over your clit, sending rapid vibrations through you, and now it’s your turn to thrash from pleasure. You moan around Wooyoung’s length and squeeze his base a little tighter. Even though the ministrations from San are nothing short of amazing, you refuse to be outdone, especially when this is about Wooyoung and not you. Thus you choke back your moans and drop your mouth lower on Wooyoung’s dick, hollowing your cheeks as you bob along him.

He’s not exactly the largest – in girth or in length – but he’s most definitely a bit longer than San, as well as a tad slimmer. His cock has a slight curve to it, one that causes him to hit the back of your throat sooner than you expect, and it’s a struggle not to gag around him. Your throat does constrict a bit, but that only draws a moan from Wooyoung’s lips. He reaches up to cover the sound, clasping his fingers hard around his mouth, and you resist the urge to giggle at his flushed cheeks and embarrassment. Instead, you pull the flat of your tongue over him and explore the underside of his cock like that. You spend an ample amount of time just tracing each ridge and vein on him before pulling up to suck gently at his head. Wooyoung is especially sensitive there; he jerks and writhes the instant you start paying attention to the skin there, thighs quaking from the stimulation.

“A-Ah, wait, w-wait, I — fuck!” Wooyoung doesn’t get to finish his thought, and he reaches down to close his hand over yours, squeezing hard at the base of his cock until his member is flushed a deep red. The action catches you off-guard at first, but he doesn’t let you stay confused for long before he explains his reasoning. “D-Don’t wanna cum yet.”

“You won’t last long in me like this,” you counter through a smirk. Wooyoung’s cheeks bear a thin sheen of sweat now, which only enhances the blush across them.

“I c-can’t get it back up that quickly. If I’m gonna cum, then I want it to be in you.”

“Gosh, you’re such a smooth-talker,” you tease as you push your legs into a standing position. San doesn’t question it, merely slipping out from under you to move to another part of the room. You don’t bother to look back at him; Wooyoung holds all of your attention in the palm of his hand now. Confident hands fall onto Wooyoung’s shoulders, and you lower yourself onto his lap. A coy smirk plays at your lips, one that Wooyoung watches with rapt focus as you press his leaking erection flat against his stomach between your sweaty and naked bodies. “Makes me want you to fuck me, Wooyoungie.” You can’t keep from pushing your lips into a slight pout, hand snaking down to take hold of Wooyoung’s member again, and you jerk him with languid and deliberate strokes.

“Fu-uck, is she – is she always like this?”

“More often than not,” San chuckles from his new position off to the side, legs spread wide as he runs a hand over his own erection. “Just wait until you actually get your cock in her. Didn’t she sound so desperate and needy in the video?”

Wooyoung’s hands find your hips and grip the skin there so tightly that you can feel it bruising under his touch, but the slight sparks of pain it leaves you with are nothing short of delightful. It’s enough to cause you to let out a small whimper and clench your hand down hard on Wooyoung’s cock. That is all the incentive he needs to pull you up over his member. You guide him to your entrance without hesitation, moving as he does to meet his lips in a messy kiss. He pushes into you a bit then and exhales a small groan into your mouth that you eat up without hesitation.

“More,” you mumble against him and shove his hands out of the way. You push your hips body down as far as you can, taking his cock all the way into your tight heat. Wooyoung breaks the kiss to let out a choked gasp. He throws his head back, exposing the pretty tanned column of his neck, and you dive in without thought. Your teeth drag over the skin there with the intention to nip and bite at it, but Wooyoung runs a hair through your hair, gripping the base of your neck tight to tug you back and look you in the eye.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he all but growls, eliciting a sharp wave of arousal in your gut.

“Hard and fast like you fucking mean it,” you hiss. You grip his chin hard in your hand and pinch his cheeks together to plant a sloppy kiss on his lips.

Wooyoung takes your words in stride, securing your legs around him quickly before flipping you onto your back. A huff of air passes through your lips from the impact of hitting the couch cushions so hard, but Wooyoung doesn’t even give you a chance to catch your breath before he is pistoning his cock in and out of your cunt without any semblance of restraint or rhythm.

“Holy s-shit,” you exhale, biting back a moan just before it falls out. All you can do is secure your hands on the cushions beneath you as Wooyoung fucks you in a fit of passion and intensity. San must be enjoying the sight of you two based on the groans that slip out of his mouth, loud noises that accentuate your own and the lewd sounds coming from between your bodies. “Fuck me so good, Wooyoung, god, you feel so good in me. Want you to cum in me too, baby. Fill me up nicely, y-yeah?” It’s a miracle that you get any words out, let alone that many without endless stutters and gasps, but the effort it takes is more than worth it when you see the look in Wooyoung’s eyes. He doesn’t respond verbally; although he doesn’t particularly need to because his dick does all the talking for him in the way he fucks you deeper than before, searching for that treasured sweet spot of yours. It only takes a few thrusts for him to find it, and when he brushes over the sensitive area, you can’t contain your noises any longer.

You fling out a desperate hand in San’s direction, searching for some sort of contact from the man, but Wooyoung snatches up the limb instead. He tangles his fingers with yours as he fucks you, and it provides a delightful amount of intimacy that you were craving even when he pins that same hand behind your head to thrust into your tight walls at a different angle.

“You gonna cum, Y/N?” Wooyoung growls against the shell of your ear. He catches your lobe between his teeth, nipping at the skin in a way that has your back arching off the couch and into his body. It nearly tips you over the edge, but you hold on a little bit longer with sheer willpower to cum alongside him. “You’re so tight I can barely move.”

“Wooyoung,” you whine, writhing a bit under him as his thrusts slow down a bit. He shuts you up then and there with his lips and kisses you until you’re positively breathless.

“Cum for me, angel.” His gaze flits up to where San is sitting with cock in hand, eyes glinting dangerously for a moment. His lips touch the shell of your ear and fill it with soft pants that have you shivering. “And call out Sannie’s name for him since he’s being so good over there all on his own.”

It only takes one glance over to where San is perched for you to cum, the mere sight of him jerking his length with sweat on his brow and eyes firmly fixated on your body, and a hasty cry of his name tumbles from your lips. It must be enough to send him over the edge too because you hear him call out your name a moment later, then Wooyoung joins the two of you in sweet ecstasy, hips stuttering in their rhythm as warm cum fills your cunt. You’re so spent you can barely move or think straight in the blessed aftermath of your orgasm, but Wooyoung gets up rather quickly. He climbs off your body and steps over to where San is seated still. In the blink of an eye, he drops to his knees in front of the man – his best friend at that – and his mouth is on San’s softening cock, lapping up the evidence of his orgasm and the cum that splattered over his stomach. A giggle leaves Wooyoung’s lips as he pulls up again and swipes a finger over his mouth to collect any excess cum.

“That was fun,” he says with a smile. A straight row of glistening teeth sink into his lower lip. “And something we should do again sometime.”

“I doubt you’ll have to do much to convince us,” San mutters, eyes darting over to find yours. “Right, Y/N?”

“Sign me up.”

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a/n: im sorry this took so lONG oidjfosij this was really hard to write for some reason so i hope it’s still good but yeet yes hello ;-;

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[engie-ivy]

For the request: "I was wondering if you could write one where Harry reveals that Sirius has a crush on Remus or vice versa? He could either be a toddler or big already but Lily and James are both alive cause screw canon!" from @tugabooos! So happy I got a request, hope you'll like it!😁

Five-year-old Harry overhears his uncle Pads say mean things about his uncle Moony, and he's gutted.

To Harry’s surprise, uncle Pads hides his face in his hands and lets out a groan. “Stupid Moony with his stupid smile! ‘You’re such a good friend, Pads.’ I don’t want to be his bloody friend!”

Such a good friend

Quietly, five-year-old Harry slips into the room.

He’s quite finished with playing outside, and wants to see what his uncle Pads is up to.

His parents are visiting aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon, but Harry had begged if he could go play at uncle Pads’ instead. Last time they visited, his cousin Dudley had tried to push Harry in a mud pool. Harry isn’t sure what happened, but somehow, Dudley had ended up with his head buried in the mud. Aunt Petunia had screamed and called him a freak, and uncle Vernon had looked like his head was going to explode. His dad had been incredibly proud of his magic already showing so strong at only five years old, and had hugged him excitedly, which did nothing to ease aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon’s temper.

Needless to say, his parents were all in favour of him going to uncle Pads’ instead.

Harry can hear voices coming from the kitchen and realises uncle Moony is still here. Uncle Moony came to say goodbye to Harry because he had to leave like half an hour ago, but mum always says that when uncle Pads and uncle Moony get to talking, they completely lose track of time and can go on forever.

Curious what his uncles could be talking about, Harry crouches down in front on the kitchen door and spies through the crack.

Uncle Moony is standing with his coat on, and uncle Pads is leaning against the kitchen counter, looking at him with a smile.

“... check it out next time we’re in the area!” Uncle Moony just finishes his sentence.

“Yeah,” uncle Pads replies. “Definitely. That sounds great.”

“Oh, Merlin,” uncle Moony says. “Is that really the time? How have we been standing here for forty-five minutes already?”

“Story of our life, eh?”

Uncle Moony chuckles and moves to disapparate, but then turns back around again. “Oh, before I forget! Fabian’s birthday is coming up, and I wanted to buy him a record or something. You have somewhat the same taste in music, mind helping me pick out something?”

“Oh,” uncle Pads says, staring at his feet. “Everything okay between you and Fabian, then?”

Uncle Moony shrugs. “I guess? I’ve kind of decided I should worry less about whether I feel like he could be ‘the one’, and just take it day by day. I mean, we’re still young, as long as we’re having fun, right?”

“Right.”

“So will you help me?” Uncle Moony urges. “Please, Pads? I need you! You know I’m pants at buying gifts,” he adds with a sheepish smile.

“That you are,” uncle Pads agrees with a tight smile. “Yeah, of course I help you, Moons. Anything for you.”

Uncle Moony beams at him. “Thanks, Pads! You’re the best! You’re such a good friend, I’d be lost without you.”

Uncle Moony disapparates with a loud crack, and uncle Pads drops down in the kitchen chair.

To Harry’s surprise, he hides his face in his hands and lets out a groan. “Stupid Moony with his stupid smile! ‘You’re such a good friend, Pads.’ I don’t want to be his bloody friend!”

Shocked, Harry steps away from the door. Half in panic, he flees back into the backyard. He can’t believe his uncle Pads would say such mean things about uncle Moony! He loves his uncle Pads to bits, and really looks up to him, but he also loves his uncle Moony! And now uncle Pads doesn’t want to be friends with uncle Moony anymore?

Harry has to bite his lip not to cry.

Of course his parents have to invite both uncle Pads and uncle Moony over for dinner that very evening.

Harry just sadly stares at his plate, picking at his food. His mum gives him a concerned look from time to time. “Harry, love, are you feeling okay?” She eventually asks.

Harry’s bottom lip starts to wobble, and now everyone is looking at him in concern.

“Hey, little man, what’s wrong?”

“Prongslet, you know you can tell us everything!”

“Oh Harry, what’s bothering you?”

“It’s...” Harry sniffs. “Uncle Pads...”

All eyes shift to uncle Pads, who’s eyes widen in surprise. “Harry if I did anything to upset you, please tell me. You know I’d never purposely make you sad!”

“You said uncle Moony was stupid!” Harry blurts out.

Everyone blinks at him in surprise.

“Harry,” his mum says carefully. “That’s not something you can just say. I’m sure uncle Pads would never-”

“Mum, I’m not telling lies!” Harry’s eyes widen in shock.

His mum looks doubtfully, but then uncle Pads scrapes his throat. “Ah, Lils, I think I can explain. Harry must’ve overheard me say something, and misunderstood.”

Uncle Moony raises an eyebrow. “Do explain, Padfoot. How did such a misunderstanding come to be?”

A blush creeps over Padfoot’s cheeks and he rubs the back of his neck. “Well, ehm, you see... You asked me for a favour and when I see that smile of yours you know I can’t deny you anything.” He laughs awkwardly. “So I think said something like ‘Moony and his stupid smile’... In a joking manner!”

“Oh.” uncle Moony blushes as well.

“See, Harry?” His dad ruffles Harry’s hair. “Uncle Pads and uncle Moony have been friends for ages, and they’ll always like each other!”

Harry shakes his head. “But uncle Pads said he doesn’t want to be uncle Moony’s friend!”

“I’m sure he also has a good explanation for that?” His dad says, looking at uncle Pads pointedly.

“Yes,” his mum adds. “I’m sure he doesn’t want to teach our son those are the kind of jokes you should make about your friends?”

“And if he really doesn’t want to be my friend anymore,” Remus says in a rather cold voice. “Then I’m sure he can say it to my face?”

“Well, Padfoot?”

“Padfoot, care to explain?”

“Let’s hear it, Padfoot.”

“I meant I didn’t want to be just friends!” uncle Pads bursts out. “‘Such a good friend’, while sodding Fabian... Never mind. The point is, I don’t dislike Moony, of course I don’t. I like him so bloody much, I wish I could be something more than a friend!”

There’s a silence.

Uncle Padfoot’s face is bright red and he hides behind his hands. “Oh, Merlin.”

Uncle Moony looks flushed as well, staring disbelievingly at uncle Pads, his mouth opening and closing. Harry’s mum and dad’s eyes have widened. Harry looks from one person to the other, not really understanding what’s going on. Uncle Pads still likes uncle Moony, so that’s a good thing, right?

“Ehm, Harry,” his dad eventually says. “You see? There’s nothing to worry about,” but he sounds worried nonetheless. “Why don’t we go upstairs together with mum to read a story, eh? And give your uncles a moment to talk.”

Quietly, fourteen -year-old Harry slips into the room.

Uncle Pads looks up from where he’s standing in front of the dress mirror, trying to decide whether he should leave another button open or not. “Harry! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Harry grins as he lifts himself on top of the table next to the mirror, and starts swinging his legs back and forth. “Just hiding from dad. He’s gone full-on-crazy best man-mode.”

Uncle Pads chuckles. “Why do you think I sent him away? I hope he’s not bothering Moony, though?”

“Nah, last I saw him, he was yelling at uncle Wormy for wearing a red tie while the theme is silver and gold.” Harry rolls his eyes.

“Oh, Merlin.”

“Yeah,” Harry says. “He has already sent aunt Marls home to change, as she was wearing a white dress. ‘For Godric’s sake, Marlene, you can’t wear white to a wedding!’” Harry gives a perfect imitation of his father. “Her protest that none of the grooms is very likely to be wearing a white dress to no avail.”

Uncle Pads shakes his head fondly. “Oh, Prongsie.”

Harry shrugs. “Mum says to be patient with him, as this is his big day, that he’s been dreaming of ever since he was a boy.”

“That’s true,” uncle Pads agrees.

“So we know my father is completely losing it as best man, but what about you?” Harry nudges uncle Pads with his foot. “Are you nervous?”

Uncle Pads thinks about it for a while. “No. I’m marrying my best friend, what’s there to be nervous about?”

Harry gasps in pretend-shock. “And I thought you didn’t want to be uncle Moony’s friend!”

“Watch out, you little rascal!” Uncle Pads laughs. “I haven’t forgotten what you put me through!”

Harry huffs. “I shall hope not! Thanks to me you finally confessed your feelings. I’m expecting a thank you in all speeches of today.”

“We’ll see, Prongslet,” uncle Pads says with an amused twinkle in his eyes. “We’ll see.”

“But siriusly,” Harry says in a more sincere tone of voice. “I’m really happy for you, uncle Pads. And for uncle Moony too.”

Uncle Pads smiles, and then wipes at his eyes. “Merlin, Harry, what are you doing to me? I thought I’d at least keep it dry until I saw Moony walk down the aisle.”

Suddenly, Harry’s dad’s voice sounds in the hall. “Harry! Where are you? I need somebody to sort through the rose petals, to make sure none of them have any brown spots!”

Harry’s eyes widen in horror. “I was never here,” he whispers, before slipping out of the room.

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Little Blue Pill ~ JJK [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 4.2k

↬↬↬Genre: SMUT with a little dash of fluff

↬↬↬Pairing: College!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

↬↬↬ REQUEST: A horny girl mixes Viagra in Jungkook’s drink, Y/N knows Jk hates this girl and yet she’s on top of him. Y/n gets Jungkook off of her and gets him to her room. (Note: They have unconfessed feelings for one another) @kb-bangtanenthusiast

↬↬↬WARNINGS: language, drinking, sex, unprotected sex, intense orgasms, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving and m receiving) best friends to lovers

This was a bad idea, going to a party was a bad idea but going to a party where you knew there would be alcohol and girls throwing themselves at Jungkook even worse. It was hard enough to watch them flirt with him in the halls of college but to have to see that out at the frat house was going to be even worse for you. 

"Cheer up, it'll be fun." Jungkook chuckled bringing over a red cup full of liquid you didn't even want to think about, you just wanted to down the cup and hoped it made the time go by faster. 

"You'll have fun, I'll be in the corner like a loser with no friends." It was always the same, he would drag you along to a part promising not to leave you alone but eventually be dragged off by the guys or by girls to have drinks alone leaving you to deal with yourself. Eventually finding a drunk Jungkook later only to struggle to get him up to his bed in the frat house, 

"You have me," You stared at him swallowing the lump in your throat, maybe it was the rush of being alone with him for the first time all day or the thought of him going home with another girl but you had the sudden urge to confess your feelings to him, 

"Jungkook can I-"

"KOOKIE!" You stopped talking instantly when Jaine's voice came through the air and burst your eardrums, you looked down at the floor as she engulfed Jungkook into a hug. He glanced at you for help but you couldn't help but giggle at the sight, he hated her but she was convinced they were supposed to be together. 

"Y/n, what are you still going here? I'm here now you can leave." You stared at her with a raised eyebrow taking Jungkook by the arm, 

"We're fine thanks Jaine, but if you want to go and get us a drink I won't say no." You smiled condescendingly at her and she scoffed looking at Jungkook and then to your arms that were linked together, it was an unspoken rule to act as though you were together whenever he was around. She'd been obsessed with Jungkook since your first year at college, always following him around and trying to flirt with him so he told her that you and he were an item just to make things smoother but it didn't work. She just got more aggressive towards you and more hands-on with Jungkook, always trying to hug and kiss him.

"You can't leave my side all night." He whispered to you snaking his arm around your waist, he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't enjoy this feeling because he did. Jungkook had one of the biggest crushes on you but he'd never admit it to you in fear of losing you as a friend, he always wanted you in his life in one way or another. 

"Jungkook what if I have to pee-"

"I'll come with you, girls do it all the time right? What's the big deal?" You rolled your eyes playfully at him and gasped as he pulled you closer into his chest, your heart was racing at the sudden closeness of you both and he smirked down at you. The smirk that had girls weak at the knees and made your heart skip a beat,

 "Careful Y/n, someone will think you're actually in love with me." He joked licking his lips as his eyes danced between yours and your lips, he was dying to reach out at kiss you but a huge slap across his back pulled him back to the harsh reality where he wasn't your boyfriend. 

"JUNGKOOK! Let's go! Beer pong in the kitchen!" You were dragged along with him as he clutched onto your waist tightly, not wanting to risk losing you in the party crowd or to be left defenceless against Jaine who was lingering around the kitchen.

"Is the pretty little lady joining in on the game?" Jimin asked as he walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips, you shivered at the contact but shook your head. 

"No, just here to support." You smiled as politely as you could and Jungkook linked his hands with you - something you did so often and yet you still got butterflies every time he touched you. 

"You alright? You got a little hot." Jungkook whispered frowning as he turned to look at you, he wanted to make sure you weren't getting sick if you got sick he would panic he hated whenever you got sick.

"I'm okay." You whispered to him handing him the small ping pong ball and waited for him to take his first throw.

A couple of hours had passed and the party began to get overcrowded, you'd lost Jungkook when he was trying to follow you to the bathroom. He'd been serious when he said he wasn't going to let you leave him alone but now he was alone and you were trying to find him, 

"Namjoon have you seen Jungkook?" You yelled over the booming EDM music that was coming from the speaker system he was standing in front of, 

"He's with Jaine, think she took him outside to get some air!" You frowned, why would he be with Jaine when he couldn't stand her? You followed the gap in the crowd to make your way out to the back door, low and behold Jungkook was sitting on the porch swing with Jaine attached to his neck. Sucking along the skin while she moaned out his name, begging him to fuck her. For someone who couldn't stand her Jungkook seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much, she ground down against him and he let out a strangled moan. 

"Jungkook?" His eyes were on you as he placed his hands on her hips to stop her from moving on him, he clearly didn't want her there. 

"Y/n-"

"Upstairs now!" You were trying to fake being mad at him, faking a fight was going to be the only way Jaine was going to get off his lap but he stood up dropping her to the floor the second he heard you yell at him.

"Y/n let me explain-" You took his hand in yours pulling him in back through the house, ignoring the wolf-whistles you were getting from his frat brothers as you pushed him into his bedroom and locked the door.

"Y-Y/n you might not want to stay in here." You frowned turning to face him but he was shyly pulling a pillow over himself, 

"What? Did she turn you on?" You stopped laughing when you realised he was nodding his head but biting his lip. 

"I-I think she slipped me something," He groaned looking away from you as his cheeks turned a bright red colour,

"Like a blue pill kind of something?" You whispered you couldn't help but feel turned on by the thought of him being hard under the pillow, it wasn't the first time he'd been hard in front of you though. You woke up one morning after staying over and his erection was against your ass, you'd gone home that night and drained the batteries out of your favourite toy after feeling it against you for the first time.

"Want me to leave you to it?" He nodded his head shyly and you smirked sliding out of the room so he could have some time alone to himself even if you were aching out to stay there with him and help him out yourself. 

[Jungkookie] Come here? 

You smiled looking at the messaged, it had been an hour so you were finally glad it was gone and you could go up to sleep. You'd changed into one of his shirts in Namjoon's room and decided to hide out in there until his problem was taken care of and you could go to sleep. 

"Thank god cause I'm so tired-" You stopped yourself as you entered the room to see Jungkook with tears on his face, 

"J-Jungkook?!" You shut the door and locked it going over to him, he had the pillow on his lap once again but he was in his boxers, 

"What's wrong?" You cupped his face in his hands but he shook his head at you looking away from you, 

"I-I tried but it won't go away and it's starting to hurt." You felt for him you really did. 

"Did you try-"

"Yes I tried everything, n-nothing will work." The look on his face broke your heart as he looked up at you with sad eyes and then he scanned your body as you stood in front of him with nothing but his T-shirt on, not helping his situation if anything it only made him hornier.

"Want me to help?" You had no idea where the sudden burst of confidence was coming from but you were willing to do anything to make Jungkook crying plus...Getting to see him naked had been on your mind for years. 

"Y-Y/n, are you sure?" You nodded your head at him walking over to his speaker to put on some music, it covered the awful sounds coming from downstairs and gave you a little extra confidence for what you were about to do. 

"Just sit back Kookie," You breathed in his ear kissing his cheek gently before standing in front of him and slowly raising the edges of his shirt from around your body, he licked his lips as the bright red underwear you'd picked out that morning.

"Fuck." He grunted his eyes widening as you threw the shirt somewhere else in his room, you bit your lip as he watched you closely holding out his hands to touch you so you moved closer to him. Standing between his legs so he could reach you, he ran his hands up and down your sides as he stared into your eyes. 

"You're so beautiful you know that?" You felt your body heat up at the sudden compliment and attention but you continued to strip out of the remaining clothes, unclasping your bra and throwing it somewhere before you began rubbing your breasts in your hands and smirking at Jungkook. 

"O-oh shit," He groaned feeling himself grow uncomfortably harder as he watched you touching yourself like that.

"Relax baby," You cooed taking control of the situation you slowly moved the pillow from his lap and took on of his hands to place it on top of his boxers while you took the other to touch your own breasts with. He began to pump himself slowly but you resisted the urge to watch him deciding it was better to help him this way than to let yourself get greedy with him but you couldn't deny how wet you were growing. 

You let your hand travel down to the waistband of the red panties you were wearing and slowly teased the edge of them away from your skin, kicking them off before your rose your fingers to your lips and began sucking them. 

"What are you-" Jungkook stopped his question when he watched you dive your two fingers into your core as you stood in front of him, he groaned at the sight pumping his hand faster to match the pace of your fingers trying act as though it was him making you whimper the way you were. 

"F-Feels good." You breathed out pulling your fingers from yourself and smirking as you laid down on Jungkook's bed, you spread your legs in front of him as you leant your back against the headboard of his bed. 

"You wanna watch me, baby?" You teased running your fingers between your folds imagining it was him the way you always did in your own dorm room, you never thought in a million years he would ever see you do this though. You threw your head back against his headboard as you moaned out his name loudly not caring about anyone else in the house since it wasn't like they could hear you anyway.

"Jungkook-ah." You whimpered pumping your fingers in and out of you the way you always imagined he would be being right in front of him wasn't working, you needed to feel his fingers inside of you instead. 

"T-Touch me." You begged him opening your eyes to see him working his cock at the same pace as your fingers, 

"Please Kookie! I need you," He was about to ask if you were sure when he looked into your eyes and could tell you were positive about it, he'd been with other girls so he knew what to do but with you it was different. He felt nervous and afraid he wasn't going to be able to please you but he shook it aside, slowly pulling your fingers from your core and licking them clean. 

"You taste just how I always imagined." He chuckled looking at you as he ran his hand down your stomach and to your core, he used his ring finger to tease you clit slowly making you whimper as he stared you in the eyes. 

"Jungkook don't tease me." You hissed at him bucking up your hips to make him move faster but he pinned your hips down to the bed. 

"I'm in charge baby, be a good girl." He warned you bending down so that his lips were hovering above yours, you pushed up to meet his lips and moaned into them as he pushed two fingers into your core meeting your g-spot instantly and beginning to curl. 

"S-So good," You whimpered against his lips as he moved you to lay down against his sheets, he continued to pulse his fingers in and out of you curling occasionally just to hear your strangled moans of his name. It was like music to his ears. 

"I'm going to do something else now-"

"Anything, Jungkook just take me okay?" You begged him looking at him as he smirked kissing down your body, he gently placed a kiss on both of your thighs before pulling out his fingers and pinning your legs to the bed so you were spread out for him to see. 

"So wet-

"Don't tease." You hissed once more and he chuckled bending down to lay a small kiss on your clit, sucking on it as he pulled away. 

"Fuck I can't wait to taste you," He kept your legs pinned down either side of your body and he dove into you, sucking and licking as he ate you out loudly. He'd dreamt of the day he could do this to you, have you moaning and wriggling beneath his grasp as he made you come undone on his tongue. 

"Jungkook!" You breathed loudly throwing your head back down against the silk pillows and putting your hands into his long black hair, you began tugging at the strands of it to bring him closer to your core. 

"Close." You warned him as you felt the familiar building of your orgasm, he smirked humming against your clit as he began pumping two fingers in and out of your curling them up so he could bring you closer to your release. 

"J-Jungkook-" You tried to push him away from the experience you had guys didn't like it when you came on their tongue but Jungkook stood his ground, 

"Cum on my tongue baby girl," You whimpered at the words he used for you and you threw your head back as he began humming on your clit sending vibrations through your body sending you over the edge. 

"Fuck!" You began breathing heavily as you grasped onto his hair holding you tightly against your core as you came on his fingers and tongue whimpering his name as you moaned loudly.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled watching you shakily slide of the bed sitting between his legs, 

"It's not fair for one and not the other," You whispered pulling down his boxers coming face to face with his cock for the first all-night and your mouth fell open, you hadn't imagined him to be this big. 

"What is it?" He hissed as you touched him, he was sensitive due to the uncomfortableness of the boner and your shook your head at him, 

"J-Just bigger than I thought." You whispered looking up at him as you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly starting to pump looking up to see if he was okay with this but he groaned, 

"Spit on it," You nodded but instead of spitting, you used your tongue to lick from his base to the tip swirling your tongue around so get him wet enough, spitting into your hand as you started to pump him. You didn't know if you could fit him into your mouth but you would try when it came to it, he licked his lips watching you as you pumped him in your hand swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. He moaned out winding his hands in your hair as you continued to work on him. 

"Shit Kookie, you're red-raw." You sighed looking as his tip spilt precum down his length, you licked it up moaning out as the taste it was salty but nothing you couldn't handle. Jungkook's eyes seemed to darken and widen a little as he watched you do that, 

"Y/n please, suck it." He begged you and you gladly obliged taking his head into your mouth and hallowing your cheeks out so you could fit more of him into you, his hips jerked a little as he got used to the warm feeling of your mouth but he pushed your head down with his hands. 

"Y/n-ah." He cried out closing his eyes as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you tried to take him a little deeper, taking a breath through your nose and ignoring the tears in your eyes. 

"Mmm," You moaned around his length and he grunted loudly feeling the vibrations run through his cock and through his body he looked at you and moaned out as he saw you trying your bed. He went to realise some of the grip on your hair but you let out a whine of protest looking up at him and smirking around his length. Your hand began to play with his balls, rolling them between your fingers as you continued to bob your head around him. 

"Oh shit." He moaned out as you sucked harder, swirling your tongue around the head as you pulled up for air only to take him back into your mouth again and hit the back of your throat, repeating the same step but stopping at the tip to drag your tongue around his slit taking him once again. 

"Shit," He shouted out thrusting his hips up into your mouth a few more times, his abs tensing as he felt himself getting closer to his release, you moaned around him to let him know it was okay and he groaned holding you in place as he twitched in your mouth, shooting into the back of your throat, you pulled off when he filled your mouth but he continued pumping releasing more onto your breasts as you swallowed what was in your mouth. You giggled slicking some of his cum up onto your fingers and licking them clean but he was still just as hard as before and he let out a groan of annoyance as he realised it wasn't going to go away any time soon.

"Come here baby," You giggled pulling him onto the bed as you kissed him lovingly, you laid beneath him as you pumped him with your hand earning groans and moans from him as you spread your legs for him. 

"Y/n- Are you sure?" You nodded your head at him, 

"I've never been so sure about anything Jungkook." You whispered kissing him lovingly as you lined him up at your entrance, he moaned out at the contact and slowly eased himself into you. 

"S-So warm," You giggled at his crude term and kissed him again bucking your hips to let him know it was okay for him to move and he slowly began to pull in and out of you hitting your hilt with ease.

 "You're so big Jungkook- Fuck-" Your nails ran down his bare back as you cried out his name feeling every inch of him deep inside of you just as you imagined it. His hand went onto your waist while his other lifted your leg up to pin it down to the mattress,

"So deep!" You whimpered as he began thrusting more roughly this time, pulling all of the way out of you only to slam right back inside causing you to moan loudly.

"JUNGKOOK!" You cried out locking eyes with him as he smirked at you slamming in and out of you ruthlessly as he felt you clenching around him, 

"You're so fucking tight, has noone fucked you this good before Princess?" You hissed at his words not being able to talk back to him as you moaned out his name, it was all that took over your mind. The feeling of him finally filing you up and his name. 

"Jungkook!" You begged him as he reached down to touch your clit rubbing it in first rough circles to match his thrusts, you began breathing heavily as you felt your orgasm building up like it did before. 

"You gonna cum for me?" He questioned cocking his eyebrow up as he slowed his thrusts down until your breathing slowed only to pick them back up again and ram back into you. 

"You wanna cum all over my cock?" You nodded your head looking up at him with pleading eyes begging him silently to let you cum but he chuckled pulling out of you and spinning you so you were laid on your stomach, 

"Legs together Princess," He ordered slapping your ass cheeks as you obeyed him, he groaned pushing his cock between your folds, he lifted your ass up just an inch from the mattress before he sunk into you all of the way. The new angle somehow made it feel deeper than ever and all you could do was croak out a loud cry of his name, clutching on the sheets as you fought to keep your legs together. 

"So tight-"

"So deep!" You yelled out moaning loudly as you felt him pounding in and out of your grabbing your ass as he massaged in his hand,

"Cum around me like a good girl," He whispered in your ear as he continued to pulse in and out of you groaning in your ear as he sucked on the skin of your neck. 

"Jungkook! I-I-" You couldn't even finish speaking before your orgasm ripped through your body, your legs shook as you came around him bucking up into his hips as he tried to pull away you needed him to hold himself deep inside of you. 

"DON'T STOP!" You begged him looking over your shoulder as he chuckled thrusting back into you as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. 

"S-Shit, Jungkook please," You begged him but this time you were begging him to finish, you were so full of his cum and sore from him fucking you so much. 

"C-Close baby girl," He promised you leaning down to kiss you as he thrust into you on the bed, 

"Fill me up Jungkook." You whispered into his ear as you brought him into another loving kiss, the whole night had been rough fucks but with loving kisses. He had you in the missionary position now staring into your eyes as he felt himself getting closer. 

"I-I'm close too Kookie okay?" You whimpered looking at him as he hocked your leg over his arm slowly thrusting into you as he moaned out your name, he nodded his head at you and kissed you sweetly. 

"Shit right there," You whimpered clenching around him as he got just as deep as the first time and had you crying out his name. 

"Jungkook I'm cumming! J-Jungkook! Fuck- Ugh I- s-shit! I love you Jungkook!" You screamed out as he pushed you through your sixth and final orgasm of the night you whimpered loudly as he held himself inside of you cumming into you again. 

"I love you too Y/n." He grunted holding himself in place, he didn't want to pull out and have the night be over just yet, your eyes fluttered shut as you fought to keep them open. 

"Sleepy?" He chuckled pulling out of you slowly and sighing in relief as he finally felt himself going soft for the first time all night, he had no idea how many viagra Jaine had slipped him but he was secretly thanking her for it right now. It meant he finally got to confess his feelings to you. 

"Very," Your voice came out hoarse from all the screaming you'd been doing and he chuckled reaching for a bottle of water from the side of the bed and handing it to you. You hissed as you tried to sit up from the bed and he told you not to move. 

"Stay here alright, we'll move in the morning," He chuckled wrapping the sheets around you both as you laid there panting heavily and giggling at one another in a post-orgasmic state.

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To Topple A Giant || Chapter One

Summary: You had made it your mission to destroy even the smallest evils. When the opportunity arises to finally take down your own family after years of gaining their trust, you reach for it. And so does Steve, the man who represents a symbol of everything you hate. 

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader || Avengers x Reader

Part 1 of 10 ~ Mini-Series

Trope: ‘Enemies to Lovers’; mainly angst, mutual pining, fluff, and eventual smut

Warnings: This story contains mature themes and discussions such as extreme canon violence, strong language, emotional angst, mentions of Endgame deaths and recoveries, sexual situations, and emotional/physical abuse. All trigger warnings will be listed before the chapter. This is purely fanfiction. 

Word Count: 4000+

A/N: Ooo, let’s hope this does numbers! I love myself some ‘enemies to lovers’ tropes. It’s been a while since I’ve written Steve fanfics. :)

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Wakanda, 2018, 4:04 pm.

     The flash of bright white light temporarily blinded you, sending you back to the ground and cupping your face in self-defense. But as quickly as the initial crack, it was over. Eerily silent and loud at the same time. The birds whistled their same tune, some higher-pitched than others. The wind seemed to blow louder, rustling the leaves from the trees and landing all around you and your teammates. 

“Thor?”

You lifted your head at the sound of Steve’s voice and checked if the coast was clear. All that remained of the evil was a new blood-stained hammer - a hammer that Thor was watching intensely, as if the answer lay hidden there. It was the only remnant left and your mind was already wondering how to use it to bring that evil back to finish a fair fight. 

“Where’d he go?”

The birds stopped singing. 

“Steve?”

You whipped your head around at the sound of Bucky’s confused voice, watching as one of your best friends dropped his gun and looked up at Steve as his hands began to disappear. In a matter of seconds, Bucky - or what became of him - fell to the dirt below. No one spoke, and you watched as Steve tried to control his breathing as he took a knee to place his shaking hand over his best friend’s ashes. A life and mind brought out of the darkness to finally amend those knots he had twisted, now ceasing to exist. In the distance you could hear Okoye shout in turmoil and Rocket begin begging. 

“What’s happening?” you finally choked out, turning just in time to see Wanda lift her head to the sky, defeated and out of will, and succumb to the same fate. “No!”

You ran and fell beside Vision’s now gray and decaying body, reaching over and palming through Wanda’s ashes. You rubbed them between your fingers, inspecting them, and brought your hand to your chest. The pit of your stomach churned as you sat there, immobile and numb. 

“Sam!”

So many names were being called but soon everyone who remained fell silent. The trees were still guiding the wind, leaves falling into the ashes of your friends, a sign of a new and unwanted chapter. You felt Steve drop beside you, turning Vision around to see the damage to his body. You winced when you saw the gaping hole in his forehead. 

“What is this? What’s happening?”

Natasha ran to where you were seated, hand over her stomach as if she was ready to vomit. And once she took one look at Vision, that’s exactly what she did. 

You removed your hands from your chest to look at them, the ashes still there and practically mocking you into finally believing this as reality. “Did we just lose?”

Steve was moments away from a full-blown panic attack. He simply looked up at the trees, watching the way the sunlight still burst through with no disruption. “Oh god.”

You caught Steve as he tipped his upper body toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding onto something real. He had to believe you were real. Anyone. And you were the closest person to him. You shut your eyes and held him, running your hands through his hair, wincing when you realized Wanda’s ashes were now on him.

You held him tight, praying to any God you chose to believe in at that moment, that Steve wouldn’t disappear too. 

Unknown Location, 2025, 1:07 pm.

     The air was incredibly musty, as if each person who struggled for breath in this room at one point or another left a piece of their soul floating in search of last minute penance for their sins. And the man in front of you was no different, choking on the purple blood that dripped down his neck and onto his now unbuttoned, white dress shirt. His chest was rising and falling, his breathing becoming less labored with each blink of the eye. His hands were tied behind his back and to the chair he sat on, a flickering light in the corner of the dark, concrete room somehow mocking this man’s last remaining seconds of life. 

“I’m not an evil person,” you started, kicking one of the legs of the chair to startle the poor man. But your guilt was minimal - it’s not like you wanted to do this - but knowing this man did exactly what everyone said he did, hands red and dripping with young blood, you selfishly took pleasure knowing this man would look at you when he died. “It’s just my job as third in command.”

You gave the man a small smile as you bent down to his level, head hanging in shame, slow breaths now pausing in between each intake. You looked to the other party in the room, handing them the gun in your holster, and walked out the room as the sound of two gunshots rang out. 

Left twist. Sting. Breathe. 

You washed away any smell from that godforsaken room, giving extra attention to the roots of your hair and under your fingertips. 

Scrub. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. 

The crack of your neck frightened even you, and you stood under the burning shower for a few more minutes before deciding the sting was enough. You changed into the most comfortable sweats you owned, surprisingly calm for such a gruesome morning you had, and took your time with your skin care routine. 

Circle. Wash. Dry.

Soft music played in the overhead speakers, the classical sounds vibrating from one wall to another and surrounding you with something tranquil - something still. There was nothing to expect from such a sound, only the next repeated chorus, no words or drops - just tranquility. You could barely hear yourself breathe but you were at peace - or mostly - and ready to sooth your growing headache behind the eyeballs with more than just music. You slipped on a pair of comfy, forest green socks and bent them at the ankle to achieve an even fluffier look. You applied your favorite perfume, lotioned up your hands, and donned your tacky friendship bracelet. 

One for you. One for Bucky. One for Peter. And one for Wanda. 

You hummed the whole way to the common room, waving at the morning staff as they fixed lightbulbs, covered holes in the walls, and swept the floors. One muffin and a cup of coffee later, you were resting with your head in Wanda’s lap as she filled your thoughts with your chosen sceneries.

      “I can make you see anything you have already seen, so yes.”

“A miniature golf course, Peter’s high school graduation, a field of all kinds of flowers, and Natasha.”

Wanda stilled her floating hand, smile faltering for a moment before she nodded. “Okay… okay, I can do that.”

     They were images well-drawn out, slow and steady to make the atmosphere similar to when you were actually there. They seemed to float across your vision, comfortable in their positions and radiating the same warmth you had felt the first time around. A moving picture. Wanda really had excellent control of this. 

     “I won!” Sam leapt into the air, pointing at a disgruntled Bucky, who stepped off to the side to not throw Sam over his own head. “I won!”

“How is it possible for you to get a hole-in-one each fucking turn?” Bucky groaned, moping in Wanda’s shoulder as she held him and struggled to keep herself standing from her own intense laughs. 

“I think we got a cheater on the loose,” Steve grinned, pointing at the ring Sam was trying to discreetly tuck back into his pocket. A friendly gift from T’Challa, no doubt. 

“Nuh-uh, give me the fucking proof, Wilson!” Bucky roared, wrapping his arm around Sam’s neck and tugging him forward. “I will not admit defeat if there was foul play involved!”

Sam escaped the hold, climbing onto the rock located to the side of the flag and a sign that read ‘do not climb on rocks’. 

“It just helped me calculate all things geometry, Barnes. We’re good.”

Bucky looked as if he was going to leap on him again, but before he could even finish that thought, Sam slipped on the wet surface and plummeted into the rushing little river. 

Laughter erupted and did not cease until you were escorted out of the fairgrounds by four security guards. 

     A flick of Wanda’s wrist and a new memory began forming, colors blending like an oil painting, dried and covered with a glossy varnish, ready to hang. 

     “Don’t trip on your way up, kid.”

Peter swatted Steve in the side as the super soldier left the room, leaving Peter alone in front of the full-length mirror. He adjusted his tie and tried to lay that pesky dangling strand of hair over the top of his head.

You got up from the couch and made your way over, wrapping your arms around Peter and resting your chin on his shoulder. “You’ll do great. We’re all so proud.”

“It’s just high school…”

You frowned and turned him to face you. “No, you should already be in your second year of college. This is seven years in the making. We are all so proud.”

Peter could feel the slight burn at the corner of his eyes but he swallowed it down, giving you a small smile and a hug. 

“And can you trip? Don’t you stick to all surfaces?”

Peter scoffed and pushed you away, his tiny smile never faltering.

  ��  You could feel Wanda shift her legs underneath you, searching for the most comfortable position as she continued her work. You sighed, already feeling the therapeutic effects. 

     “They’re all so pretty!” you yelled cheerfully, running through the field with your arms extended to the sky. Bucky and Steve followed close behind, leaning down every so often to pluck the flower of their choosing and adding to the bouquet in their hand. 

“Which did Tony prefer?” Steve asked, snapping you from your pollen-filled, ecstatic state. 

“Aesthetic beauty, Rogers! Natasha was a sucker for anything pink and sunflowers.”

Bucky nodded, seeming to take that information into consideration as he plucked the yellow and pink flowers only. Steve chose the most healthy looking flowers, his hand struggling to hold them together as he reached the two dozen mark. 

“I think we’re good. These are good.”

You smiled at both super soldiers and admired their bouquets, leaning over to sniff their masterpieces. “Awesome.”

     Wanda sighed as she neared your last vision, debating on showing you your chosen moment instead of another one. This moment always hurt Wanda as she wasn’t there to witness it, but it was special to you. There were so many others to choose from, but you insisted this was the one you always wanted to see. And Wanda was always hesitant at first - but when she lifted her hand slowly and dropped the memory back into the front of your brain, she couldn’t help but smile. 

     “Are we ready?”

Everyone was practically bouncing on their heels, both excited and terrified. Time travel was new to humanity and you were to be one of the first to experience such a thrill. You were going to get everyone back. 

You squeezed Natasha’s hand once more before you walked back over to Thor and Rocket. You all nodded to each other, saying ‘goodbye’ and ‘good luck’ with your childlike expressions. 

“See you in a minute,” Natasha grinned, her cheeks reddening with a friendly blush as she looked over at Steve. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, a braid you had helped her make, and she was carrying an extra pair of socks in case of a long hike. 

Then a blast of color surrounded your body and the smell of peaches as you landed on Asgard filled your overstimulated senses. 

     You opened your eyes and smiled up at Wanda. You didn’t want to see old memories with your friend, but the most recent. It was like you were grasping onto that last memory of her, not wanting to change anything about her last smile, her last laugh, her last shred of existence. It was oddly calming, and so you hoped Wanda would understand. 

You thanked her again and proceeded to the kitchen. It was bigger than the one before, the soft forest green color of the walls a nice contrast from the blue ones before. You laughed to yourself and your conscience as you silently thanked the explosion that obliterated the horrid blue walls, quickly backtracking at your dumb thoughts. Still, you chose to joke about everything that happened before to avoid falling deeper into yourself. The kettle started howling, smoke circling around the tip. You poured your tea, dropped two cubes of sugar in, and added a little milk. 

It was quite bizarre how quickly you could bounce back from the morning you had. A very bloody, order-filled morning. When one order was given, you had to come up with a plan on how to not disregard the other. You had to listen to Fury and your father, gaining a few feet on each side without toppling the other. Still, it took a physical toll on you. But with Wanda’s help in easing your mind and the very sweet tea you nursed, your emotional baggage was pretty minimal. It sometimes scared you how easy it all was. 

Your morning carried on quietly as you sat on the concrete curb, happily sipping your tea in your sweatpants. You could hear Sam and Scott arguing about something a few feet away from you and Bucky taking his afternoon jog around the track. Quite distracted, the sudden ‘thwip’ and superhero landing of a certain teenager scared you enough to spill a little of your tea. 

“Goddamn, dude!” you whined, looking up at Peter as he tried to control his laughter. 

 “I’m sorry, I thought you saw me!”

“Excuse me for being distracted by the hot super soldier just over there,” you joked, pointing over at Bucky. 

Peter rolled his eyes and sat next to you, immediately reaching over to take the tea from you and take a sip himself. You let him, as you had no other choice, rolling your eyes anyway. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you had classes today?”

Peter handed back your cup, “Nah, I’ve only got classes every Tuesday and Thursday.”

“Ugh, that sounds great. I remember I scheduled my classes for every day of the week just to have more units,” you sighed, taking another sip of tea. 

 “Stupid.”

You pushed Peter’s shoulder playfully, both your laughter catching the attention of Sam and Scott. But as quickly as you had distracted them, they ignored you and went back to bickering. 

“I’m just here to see my friends, sue me!”

“Nope, you’re always welcome,” you smiled, holding out your wrist and bumping your bracelet with his. “How was your week otherwise?”

“Eh, nothing major. Just trying to navigate the world now that they know who's behind the mask.”

You gave Peter a look of sympathy, still mad at the sudden manipulation of the kid after such traumatic events. You had promised him you would protect him by any means possible, as did the rest of the team, but he seemed to be navigating the situation just fine. Staying away from reporters, scheduling his classes during the most isolated gaps of the day, and signing dozens of forms that promised to protect him, give him royalties, etc. After you had brought everyone back, it seemed the least the new management/orders could provide for you all. 

“We all have our days,” you muttered, handing your tea back to Peter. You two sat there for a while longer, enjoying the slight breeze and taste of sugar. 

An agent rounded the corner and spotted you, jogging up and handing you a yellow folder that was sealed in plastic. “For you, from Fury, from whoever before that.”

“Um, thank you?” you said as the agent walked away. You inspected the folder, turning it over in your hands and playing with the thin plastic. 

You lifted it up to Peter’s face, “Here, smell it and tell me if there’s poison.”

Peter scoffed, “I can’t do that!”

“Don’t you lie to me.”

Peter muttered to himself as he took the folder from you, sniffing it awkwardly. “Smells like paper, dude.”

“Cool, thanks.” 

You ripped the plastic off and unhooked the folder, dropping the single item onto your lap. Peter just sipped your tea and watched you open it. 

It was another envelope, but this one was white with custom-printed indents that swirled across the front and a big, red blob of wax smushed- with your initials- sealing it. You ripped it open and pulled the invitation from inside. You must have read it a thousand times, eyes rapidly scanning the small page with secret meanings. 

“You got invited to a wedding?” Peter asked, taking it from you and reading it himself. 

“Yeah, but this is so much more than that,” you said, snatching it back and standing up from the curb. You quickly went back into the compound, searching for the one person who needed to read it also.

You seemed to find everyone before you found the super soldier who wasn’t out for a jog, a line of somewhat concerned superheroes following behind you from room to room. Eager minds and yet, inflexible rib cages full of anxiety and worry, all ready (and quite not) to tackle the new evils of this new world. And whether they followed you blindly or with functioning minds, they were prepared. 

With the rest of the team behind you, you burst through the second floor with the invitation held over your head. Steve stopped mid-bite, milk dripping from his bottom lip as he stared at everyone in confusion. “Um…”

“It’s time-” you started, pulling the stool from next to him and sitting down. 

“Time for what?” Steve interrupted, his mouth still full of cereal.

“Time for this,” you motioned to the envelope you were handing him. “-to finally end.”

Steve read the invitation word for word, the wrinkles in his forehead becoming deeper as his mind worked. You couldn’t quite discern the feeling in the pit of your stomach, twisting and spinning into a tight coil, seeming to spread to the others as it grew in pressure within you. 

“All three?”

“All three,” you confirmed. 

Peter pushed through Bruce and Rhodey, “What’s happening? What’s gonna end?”

You looked over at Steve, his bowl of cereal now forgotten and soggy. 

His eyes were distant and rather cold, hands extended on his knees as if he was drying the accumulating sweat, shoulders building tension. 

“Steve, we can finally end this. We have to tell everyone. It won’t be enough if it’s just you and me.”

He wanted to explode, in both anger and anguish, to stumble over his intact persona and leave it behind - someone he hasn’t known for a long time. It ate away at him each day since Fury notified him of your selfish choice, burrowing into his now tarnished soul in the most sadistic way. But the prospect of finishing this chapter - a chapter that was unexpectedly halted when half the world disappeared - was considerably euphoric. A chance to move on. 

“Okay.”

Rhodey already had knowledge of your background, recruitment, and family but Steve’s initial involvement - the start of it - was still a mystery. You sat everyone down in the living room, making room for the others who arrived later, and clapped your hands together. “Story time!”

Steve groaned, face already pressed against a throw pillow. “Just tell them.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“You know whose spawn I’m from,” you began, snickers from your amused friends encouraging you. “To better transport their product, they sent me over to the states to attend college like the good little girl they think I am.”

Sam cracked open a beer and lifted his legs up onto the couch, sitting back with a massive smile on his face as he got comfortable for your story. He handed another beer to Scott. 

“Wait, product?” Scott asked, taking a sip from his drink. 

You smirked at him and tapped your nose twice, amused by his ‘O’ reaction. “Anyway, by then I already knew that I wanted out of the game. I didn’t like that life, I didn’t like the violence, I didn’t like my family.”

Steve knew that was an understatement, a cruel and restrained statement from your part, and he wanted to tell everyone just how justified you were in your words, how real you were being, and how much help you would certainly need for this. But like always, he remained silent. 

“But Fury got to me before I could leave. So, we made a deal. I would train as a field agent and he would promote me every other year to lessen suspicion on this whole ordeal. The deal being I would play both teams.”

By now, your whole team was intrigued. 

“I would do what I could for my father and still have my family’s trust, while feeding the information to SHIELD and our lovely star-spangled man over here,” you pointed over at Steve. He gave you a tiny but forced smile. 

“But after the collapse of SHIELD, my father only became more violent, more hard-headed, more suspicious. He- uh-” you stuttered, flashbacks suddenly filling your head. Wanda watched your eyes dart rapidly, sensing the rush of blood to your legs and tips of your fingers.

“He was power hungry,” Wanda said, immediately feeling your heart rate lower. Although you never actually said it, she could tell you were grateful for her intrusion. 

“Yeah, exactly,” you cleared your throat. “But Steve’s involvement all started when Fury asked me who would be the best front - the most reliable front.”

“So, with only Fury and the bad guys knowing - Y/N named me as her partner in crime,” Steve explained, head hanging low as if it was such a disgrace to do what you openly did. You knew his troubles with coming to terms with such an offensive role were multiplying daily, but you were now this close to stopping  every bad force involved. 

 “So, Captain America is the ultimate drug smuggler,” Scott spoke, somehow trying to comprehend the information all at once. You and Steve both nodded in confirmation and avoided the wide and questioning eyes looking back at you. 

“Yeah, he’s essentially the top boss.”

“Y/N-,” Steve interjected, but you beat him to  it. 

“And here we are! Him and I both invited to the wedding.”

Wanda stretched out her words, “The wedding?”

“Yes, the wedding - where three of the most famous and powerful drug lords south of the border will be attending and ready for our taking - including my father.”

Steve stood from his seat, posture straightening as he spoke to the group. “The invitation reads like a threat. No cameras, no plus-ones besides those listed specifically on the card, no speaking to reporters before or after. The trust Y/N has gained would unknowingly make us the contraband of the party.”

After going through more specifics about the whole situation, Bucky finally raised the question eating away at his mind this whole time. “Whose wedding is it, anyway?”

You grinned that stupid little grin Steve always prepared himself for. It was the grin you would display whenever you were going to make a serious matter a joke, or brush something serious off your shoulder as if it didn’t bother you. The sarcastic grin he always wanted to wipe off your face as you defied orders. 

“My lovely little sister’s.”

Rhodey stepped forward to take the invitation for personal inspection, “When is it?”

“A week from tomorrow,” you beamed. “Which means I got to get shopping for a wonderful little, red number!”

“Please, be more excited about this,” Steve groaned, sarcasm dripping off each syllable. 

You flicked your right hand up and in position to flash your charming little middle finger at him, a river of fluffed ego and delight flowing to your cheeks as he huffed and left the room in a stumbled march.

“So…” Scott’s voice ripped through the awkward silence. “We’ve been secret drug smugglers this whole time?”

~

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[hypersonicxd-blog]

Obey (Part 2)

Relationships: Loki/Reader, Bucky/Reader

Warnings: NON-CON/DUB-CON. Contains mature themes of mind control. Does contain dubious consent. Read at your own risk. I do not want to trigger anyone.

A/N: This is purely fictional, please don't send me hate. Thanks.

Chapter 2.

You wake, slowly opening your tired eyes to the blazing sun shining through the thin drapes of a room you don't recognise. Freezing, you tense as you register the heat moulded to your back. Panic briefly floods your mind, before you recall the events of the previous night. 'What in the fuck? Why did I let Bucky do that? Yes he's hella fine and I would definitely have angry hate sex with him. We do hate each other, don't we?'

'It didn't seem like you hated each other last night, my pet. Hope he doesn't get too attached. I'm not usually good at sharing.' The voi- Loki states, you can hear the smugness in his voice. 'Attached to what?'

'You Kitten.''Well I don't belong to anyone, sorry to burst your bubble. You may have invaded my head, but I'll get you out.' You spit to the man occupying your headspace. 'I love a challenge Kitten, makes breaking you all the more rewarding. Probably won't take much either, if the way you fell apart on my fingers last night is any indication. I'll have you begging for my cock by the end of the week.'

'Keep dreaming asshole.' You seethe. 'Of you pet, always.' You roll your eyes at Loki's comment before attempting to move from Bucky's arms. 'I have some business to attend to soon anyway. So why don't you be a good girl and wake Bucky - I think you called him. With a nice surprise.' You blanch as the implication of Loki's words hit you. No, that isn't happening again. You hiss as you wriggle free of the arms locking you in.

'Sorry. Perhaps I mis-spoke and made it seem like you had a choice. Let me try again. Be a good girl Kitten and wake the man up with a nice sloppy blowjob.' Loki hissed, his annoyance clear in his tone, you body shuddered as it moved of it's own accord. 'Yes Master.' You turned back to the bed, approaching Bucky, who had now turned onto his back.

'Remove the covers and his pants.' Loki ordered, you caught a green glimmer from the corner of your eye as his projected form took a seat to watch the spectacle about to unfold. You obeyed his orders, Bucky's boxers sliding from his form with ease. 'I want you too strip too, so that when you bend over to suck his hard thick cock, I can watch just how wet it makes you' Loki purrs, you glance at the transparent figure in the corner of the room, shooting him a glare as you obey.

You get on the bed, on your hands and knees and crawl between Bucky's splayed legs. You take his morning wood in hand and stroke him as you bring your mouth to the tip. Your eyes flutter close as you lips wrap around the spongey head, you bob your head down the length, gagging slightly as you take him into your throat. 'That's a good girl, mouth looks so good stretched with cock Kitten.'

You feel a change in the air behind you as Loki appears on the bed behind you. 'Carry on Kitten, if you stop I stop, okay?' You nod nervously, scared of what the god has in store for you. You roll your tongue over the sensitive head of Bucky's cock, hearing a groan come from the man beneath you. You hiss around the mouthful as Loki's finger teases your slit, evidence of last night and this mornings excitement easing the glide. You hollow your mouth sucking slightly harsher. "Fuck doll." Bucky groans as he wakes.

"Always knew you were a little slut." He groans as his eyes fall upon your naked form, seemingly not seeing the projection of the raven-haired god. "Didn't even have to order you today." He purrs. 'Hold up. He knows.' 'That is brilliant, he knows you're bewitched and this is what he chose to do. My kind of friend.' Loki's dark chuckle follows as he slides a finger into your wet hole.

You moan around the length in your throat, Bucky smirking as he believes it's for him. Loki adds another finger scissoring them open, stretching you. 'Ready for my cock pet? It won't be the same as the real thing, but it will be good enough, until I can get inside this tight pussy for real.' Loki moans as he grips himself, the projection becoming slightly more solid, still not allowing Bucky to see him. 'No, please Loki.' You beg, trying to lift your mouth from Bucky's throbbing cock. A vibranium hand threading through your hair, stilling you as he adjust his hips to start fucking your throat.

"Take it like the little slut you are." Bucky hisses, driving his hips up. You moan as you feel the bulbous head of the phantom cock at your entrance. Your body leans back on it's own accord, forcing the thick length deeper into your velvety walls on your centre. 'Fuck Kitten, this feels so good. Having you wrapped around my cock for real, will be even better.' You moan around Bucky as Loki begins to fuck you without abandon, thrusting your body onto Bucky. You moan as you feel Bucky slip into your throat as Loki's cock pulses within your core.

"So mad Steve got to try your throat, before I did. Fucking bastard." Bucky hisses as he drives himself into your mouth. "It's mine now, just like you are." He hums, making the man thrusting into your pussy moan out a laugh. 'Let him think that, but know that you belong to me kitten. You're mine. No one else's.' His cock pounds into you, his pace faltering slightly. "Gunna cum down your throat and you're gunna swallow it all, like the cum hungry slut I know you are." Bucky groans as he stills at the back of your throat, his cock heavy on your tongue as he empties himself down your throat.

You moan as you feel you core clench, a phantom finger creeping to your clit and rubbing small circles around the swollen bud. 'Cum for me kitten.' You moan as you pull off Bucky's cock, panting as Loki guides through your orgasm. 'Good girl Pet, I have to go now. Behave and remember who you belong too.' Loki tuts as his projection fades completely. 'Yes Master'.

Your release trickles down your thighs making you shiver as a gust of wind brushes over you. "Come here." Bucky purrs, your body obeys as you crawl up his body placing your knees on either side of his hips, settling your wet core over his still throbbing erection. "Fuck, look at how wet you are babygirl." He pauses as his cock teases your folds. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you had just cum again. But that's not possible. Well it's possible just extremely unlikely." He mentions as he guides your face to look at his.

"Ride me Princess." He purrs as he pulls you in for a breath taking kiss. You moan into the kiss as you lift your hips, aligning his member with your entrance. You glide down him in an agonizingly slow pace. Groaning as he bottoms out, fully seated in your already tender channel. You draw Bucky's lip into your mouth, toying it between your teeth. He hisses as your teeth pierce his lip, feeling your tongue dart out to capture the blood pooling from the small split, moaning as Bucky's taste floods your aroused senses.

"Fuck, if I'd have knew you were this dirty, I would have asked you out a long time ago." He moans, thrusting up to meet your hips in a loud clap. "But you didn't ask me out." You point out. "Yet we're still here, aren't we doll?" He purrs, in your ear as he nibbles your lobe. "Not out of choice. I still hate you." You seethe, as you ride him faster. Chasing your oncoming high. You moan as you tighten around Bucky's shaft. "Fucccck, you're so tight. Cream on my cock." Bucky orders as his hands grip your waist hard enough, that you know you'll have finger shaped bruises. Your pussy clenches around his length. "Gunna fill this pussy up. Make you nice and round." He growls as he hits the special spongey spot inside you as whine in pleasure, gushing all over him.

"That's my girl. FUCK." He exclaims as he stills, his cock pulsing and painting your insides with his hot sticky seed. You feel yourself relax against his body, his hand stroking patterns on your back.. "I still hate you." You mumble. "Yeah well your pussy disagrees. I think it likes me." He moans as he wiggles, his softening cock stroking your insides. "Don't you sweetheart?" He purrs, earning a bizarre look from you. "Are you talking to my vagina?" You huff, in a half laugh. "Yup" He smirks popping the P.

"Me and her are going to become very well acquainted. Now I've had you I'm not letting you go."

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[holdmyowos]

Please (Tamaki x reader smut)

Includes:dubcon, oral, unprotected sex, very slight vore (not really, but just putting it here in case), face sitting

No One’s POV

Tamaki Amajiki could not sleep. He tossed and turned, but try as he might, he could not. He couldn’t think of anything keeping him awake, yet here he was, restless. Sleep usually came so naturally to him. This was an odd night. He got out of bed, giving up on the notion of a full night’s sleep, and glanced at the clock. Almost midnight. There was no sound, so he had no one to go and talk to, since they were all likely sleeping soundly. He got out one of his hero work books and reviewed it. No reason to waste time, he reasoned. If he was up, he might as well be doing something.

Suddenly, there was a muffled noise from the bedroom next to him. Was that a scream? With his ears, he would have been the only person to have heard it. What was happening? That was Y/N’s bedroom, one of the few third years at U.A., and one of his closest friends. Was she being kidnapped, or attacked by a villain? Tamaki dashed out his door and slowly opened Y/N’s cautiously. Seeing and hearing nothing more than breathing from one person, he crept in and slowly shut the door behind him with a very slight click only he could hear. Since he kept his clothes on when he slept, (he liked how they hugged his body and provided comfort and warmth) he did not need to bother getting any on.

Oddly enough, after surveying the room, there didn’t seem to be any villains there at all. “Y/N, a-aare you okay?” He asked in a hushed whisper, not wanting to wake the other people in the dorms. Perhaps she had just stubbed her toe or something. Why had he come into her room? He felt shame flood him. He had probably read the situation entirely wrong. He had wanted to come in like a knight in shining armor to save his beloved Y/N, yet here he was, just intruding in her room in the middle of the night. He looked down at her. She was breathing deeply. Asleep. Should he wake her up? Was she having a nightmare? The thoughts confused him. He didn’t know what to do. Should he ask Mirio? He shook his head. No, then he’d have to wake him up too. He knelt next to the bed, and turned her head so it wasn’t being practically suffocated by the pillow. He brushed the hair away from her face with one of his hands. She was so pretty. He always wanted to tell her he was in love with her, but he would never have the courage. He started to get up, to leave, seeing that everything seemed all right.

“Tamaki, please... ” He froze, startled, and turned back to her, alarmed. Her deep breaths told him that she was still sleeping. How could she know he was here? Or perhaps was she dreaming of him? “I need you Tamaki…” She stretched and changed positions. Tamaki felt heat rising in him, sure he was turning red. That was hot. He felt his cock twitch, and turned even deeper red. Did she feel the same way about him as he did her? She must have, to have dreamt of such a thing. No, no, no. Tamaki told himself. Maybe she’s just having a nightmare and she wants me to save her. He told himself, shaking off his lewd thoughts, ashamed of thinking so lowly of Y/N. He was just about to shake her and try and wake her up when she said “Tama-sama! Yes…” That was a moan, nothing like what she had said earlier. His lewd thoughts came back, and he felt the urge to please her, and himself, if he could. He couldn’t just leave her if she really wanted him as well. He peeled down the blanket, turning away seeing that she had no clothes. He slowly stared up and down at her body, feeling himself grow harder every second. This was so wrong, but it felt so right. He had all but entered into her room without permission. Shouldn’t he wake her still? No, she seems to be enjoying herself in whatever fantasy she had conjured up with him. He wondered how often she had dreams like this. He undressed and slowly straddled her leg, and pressed himself gently against her thigh. It felt so good, he was barely able to control himself. All he had ever wanted was for you to love him as much as he loved you. He rubbed himself against your skin, shuddering at the great feeling it gave him.

Gaining a bit of bravery, he started kissing your inner thigh, and looked up. Somehow, you were still sleeping. But, if she wanted to be pleasured by Tamaki he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t disappoint. He felt himself getting harder, and he was feeling a bit desperate. He slowly opened your folds and stuck two fingers in. “Aah~” you moaned. He loved the sound of your voice, and pushed in and out of you with his hand. Your hips involuntarily pushed up against him. Was he really making you feel that good? He looked up at your face, shocked to see that you had awakened, your eyes glaring back at his. He slowly pulled out his fingers, and you trembled at the sensation. “I-I-I can e-explain I I I uh uhh uhhmmm I-I…” He started to mutter, pulling away from you, then looked at his hand, covered in your slick. His voice immediately changed, no longer scared, but in a hushed, husky tone of awe. “You’re so fucking sexy Y/N. Oh fuck. I just want to eat you up so badly.” His eyes flickered to her heat, then flicked away, not looking at her. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have done that. God, what have I done?” Guilt washed over him in waves. He really shouldn’t have done that, but at the same time, he really didn’t regret it either. The clench of her walls around his fingers… He moved his middle and pointer fingers so that they were no longer together, and the thick liquid moved with it. He couldn’t stop staring.

Y/N’s POV

You groggily woke up, still in bed. A pressing sensation almost made you cry out. You looked down. Tamaki Amajiki, your biggest crush, had his hand deep in your core. How did that happen? What was going on? You had just awoken, and did not have time to think of things like that, only that he was giving you so much pleasure. His eyes were fixed on your heat, as if it was the last bit of food left in the world. Fuck, he felt so good against you. You gently pressed your hips up more, and gasped, seeing how he sped up the pace. His eyes slowly met yours, a predator looking up at his prey. That expression, paired with what he had been doing to your pussy, nearly had you cum. Sadly, he pulled his fingers out of you, and you trembled as they left. His expression changed to one of guilt, then one of fear. “I-I-I can e-explain I I I uh uhh uhhmmm I-I…” He tried to explain, but his anxiety got the better of him. A moment of silence filled the room. His voice changed slightly. “You’re so fucking sexy Y/N. Oh fuck. I just want to eat you up so badly.” He went back to his guilty face. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t have done that. God, what have I done?” He looked like he was on the edge of crying or being really angry. His emotions were nearly impossible to read, because the only emotion he only ever really showed to you before was fear, just like with every other person on the planet. “Then do.” You responded. He looked back at you, confused. In a sore voice, he replied, “Do what?” You chuckled, blushing yourself. “You said you wanted to eat me up, didn’t you?” You could see his face turn even redder, and his breaths became shallow. Was he having a panic attack? Tamaki confused you so much. Why had he been in your room, touching you, if he was just going to have a panic attack? You sat up on your bed, and crawled over to sit next to him, hugging him from behind and wrapping your legs around his waist, very aware of just how naked you both were. “Deep breaths, Tamaki. I believe in you.” His breaths stopped shuddering almost immediately, and evened out. He turned around and buried his head between your breasts, pinning you against the bed. You felt a new burst of warmth against your hips. You didn’t need to look down to know that Tamaki didn’t have underwear on.

He took deep breaths, as if craving oxygen, pushing himself against your chest, his earlier bravery all gone. “III It was so much eeeasier when you were asleep, and w-when you had just w-wokenn up. I thought I had I-I I hhhad the confidence bbbut I don’t think so anymore and I just really love you and want to be with you but I can’t because there are so many more better people out there and I thought I just wanted to make you feel good but it was just me being selfish. Y/N I’m so sorry. Please, please, please! Forgive me.” You felt wetness gathering against your chest, and looked down. He was crying against you. You pulled him into a hug, pulling the blanket around the two of you, with the shy boy underneath you, pushing your chest against him. You could have sworn he smiled. You straddle his waist, slightly feeling his hot dick brush against your ass. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I love you too, Tamaki.” He gasped between his sobs. You knew that he couldn’t have had enough oxygen, but he looked so pretty like that, you had to. You pressed your mouth against his, and he shuddered underneath you, and grew still. You could no longer hear his breathing. Had he fainted? “Tamaki?” You nearly shouted, alarmed. “I-I’m fine,” he responded, nearly in a whisper. “I-I just never thought yo-ou could like me back. What could you possibly see in me?” You frowned, rubbing your wrist against his cheek, drying his tears. “Well, at least three reasons. For one, you’re going to be a great hero.” He sniffled. “Two, you’re amazing, and talented, and I’ve never met anyone like you before.” You smiled. “...and three?” He sniffed. “Three,” you leaned in near his ear, “...you know how to please a woman.” You nibbled on his ear, and he took in a few shuddering breaths. How he was still breathing, you had no clue. “F-Fuck, please.” He begged, surprising you. All you were doing was nibbling on his ear. “What, does the elf have sensitive ears?” You teased, rubbing them, a rhetorical question. He responded. “Yes, fuck. Yes.” He really got off to that? You had never taken Tamaki for the type to be really kinky, or even want sex at all. You were obviously wrong.

He took the two fingers that had been in you and licked them seductively. Since when had he known how to do that? “It still tastes like you…” He reached up and started squeezing one of your nipples, making your sensitive spots yearn for more. “I just want to taste you. All of you.” He swirled his tongue against your bud, still pressing his head against your chest like before, but with a totally different motivation. His eyes kept straying down to where your two bodies connected. “That’s not really what you want to taste, is it?” He took his lips off of your collarbone. “I think you already know.” Is all he would say. “You want to eat my pussy up Tamaki? I’ll let you if you ask nicely.” He seemed at a loss for words. “I-I would very m-much lllikeee that…” You get up, realizing that some of your slick had dripped onto his stomach. He looked down and saw that too. “mmmm..mmm. Y-youuu’rre so w-w-wet fffor mmme Y/N...” His indigo eyes briefly made eye contact with you before shying away. There was no way he could have said that looking at you.

“P-please, let me taste you.” He asked again. Who were you to deny him if he asked so nicely? You gently lowered yourself onto his face, slightly self conscious, but his face was so filled with lust that was quickly forgotten. The man really wasn’t kidding. He prodded, poked, licked, and slurped. The sounds made you cringe, but it felt amazing. Plus, he seemed to really enjoy it too. “You’re doing so good Tamaki. You make me feel so good.” You tell him. It was immediately obvious that he had a praise kink. While he was taking care of you, you reached back and took care of him with your fingers. Reaching back like that allowed his tongue to go deeper, too. After awhile, you felt a knot building up in your stomach. “Do you want to… for me-me t-t-to b-be in y-y-you?” He stuttered, when you sat back down on his stomach. Was that his way of asking you to actually have sex? “If that’s what you want, Tama-sama.” He gulped at the nickname. You slid down to his hips, enjoying teasing him, going slowly. His pained expression told you just how much he wanted you.

You spread your legs wide and slowly took him in, and he already was a moaning mess beneath you. He dug his nails into your hips. You had to put your hand on his mouth to quiet him from being too loud. You set the pace, slowly bouncing up and down on him. That seemed to work fine for awhile. “You fill me up so good Tamaki.” You felt him twitch under you. It was cute how the smallest compliments could get him going. You massaged his ears while rocking back and forth. You were almost there. He was still under you the whole time, aside from his slight trembling. “I-I’I’m t-ththink a-ab- going to-“ He surprised you. With his strong arms he lifted you up and pressed you against the wall, thrusting a couple more times, deeper than would be possible on the bed. It felt great, and had you seeing white. With one last deep thrust, you felt the knot in your stomach snap, and your juices trickled around him. He was a blushing mess, holding you against the wall as he came too, pushing you harder onto him, chasing both of your highs.

No one’s POV

He let out a sob of happiness, seeing the trail between the two of you. He had done that. He had made you feel so good that you had come with him. You wanted him as much as he had wanted you. He has never seen the day ending like this. “Is everything okay, Tamaki?” She said, cupping his face with that beautiful hand of hers. “Yes. Everything is perfect.” He wiped his tear and lifted her off, tucking her into bed. Pretty soon, Y/N fell back asleep, no doubt exhausted. Tamaki got up and left his phone number on her pillow. It was so much easier to text than talk for him. Hopefully, this was just the beginning of their relationship. He gently closed the door, careful not to awake her on his way out.

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