#Dark Blue Kiss was a mess it wrecked my heart

[couldntbedamned]

Waiting for the sun to be rising

Pairing: Stephen Strange/Reader

Warnings: 18+, Some sexual content, Discussion of chronic illness, Terrible medical flirting

Word Count: 1.1k ish

Summary: After a wild romp, you relax with Stephen and contemplate your relationship, reassuring him that regardless of what he does (or doesn’t) say you know exactly how he feels about you.

Author’s Note: This is super self-indulgent. As someone with a chronic illness that often affects the sensation and dexterity of my hands, Stephen and his scarred hands are so close to my heart.

A dim light strobed in the room. Cracking an eye, you saw that the bedroom hadn’t turned into a pitiful excuse for a rave, just that your outer robe had gone flying and caught on one of the paddles of the ceiling fan, every slow rotation covering the light then letting it shine along with the stray sunbeams peeking out from the blackout curtains.

“This isn’t the mood lighting I asked for.” Your voice wasn’t strong enough to convey the annoyance you felt. It was bumming your afterglow.

A careless flick of a hand - large with long, scarred fingers sent the robe flying off and landing somewhere on the floor to join its fallen brethren.

You heard as he heaved a deep sigh and let out a groan. “What did you do to me?”

“What did I do to you?” You asked with a scoff. “I’m the one who can hardly move.”

You were no stranger to fatigue - it had been a regular part of your life since you were in college and wondering if your fuzzy vision would ever go back to normal (surprisingly, yes) or your balance ever be the same (alas, no), or you’d ever find out just what was on that scan the doctors did of your brain (also, no). You’d lived with it for more than a decade of ups and downs so fatigue? You knew fatigue. You knew when tingling nerves heralded something terrible to come.

The way your body ached and everything in you tingled and made you want to stretch out even further and clench your toes and savor the feel of the cool sheets on your bare feet? That wasn’t fatigue.

It was the kind of delightful satisfaction that only came from getting fucked in the best way possible.

“Par for the course with the heat we’ve been having.”

You rolled your eyes as you shifted just enough to look at him. He was the only one who could get away with saying something like that to you.

Stephen cut a gorgeous figure with a long, lean frame with just enough muscle to make you want to bite into it. Softly. (And you had. Many times.) He had one long leg bent at the knee and an arm resting above his head and blue eyes glittered at you under strands of dark hair that had escaped its former perfect styling.

Your hands raked through his hair as he kissed up and down your neck; you loved to mess it up and see him looking less than absolutely perfect.

He wasn’t covered by anything, simply lying naked, a smirk dancing around his lips. Your eyes swept downward as they often did, ceasing their journey at the sight of his cock, the flaccid length resting for the moment but still heavy between his thighs. Heavens, you loved that cock!

“Please, deeper, Stephen please!” He shifted just so and there it was, so deep and caressing that spot that sent a stabbing pleasure throughout your entire body.

“Maybe we’ll just say we each wrecked the other, then,” Stephen offered. “See? I can compromise.”

You laughed, amused. “I would say those people who’ve accused you otherwise don’t know you very well.”

“Oh?”

“You can be a dick, Stephen,” - you saw his quick smile at that - “but you’re not nearly as bad as other people like to make you out to be.”

No, he cared and was far more considerate than most assumed.

“Even if I have trouble saying it?”

Ah, yes. The three little words that so many people were desperate to hear that for a host of reasons, didn’t fall easily from his lips. You didn’t mind.

“You don’t have to,” you told him, taking one of his hands and gently massaging his fingers, kissing each as you completed your little self-appointed task. You knew what nerve damage felt like. “You show me a million little ways how much you love me.” With a giggle you started on his other hand. “Most recently it’s been spelling my clothes to keep me cool during this insufferable heat wave. You’re here for me and you let me gripe when I’m low on spoons, but you don’t treat me like I’m helpless. I don’t need pretty words from you.”

“You deserve to hear them,” Stephen said.

Finished with his hands, you worked on your own. The last exacerbation hadn’t been kind to your left, but the massaging it helped. “Maybe, but they’re not necessary. Not when you’re a man of action.” You looked over at him. “And judging by the action we just had, I know exactly how you feel.”

“I do, you know,” he said finally. “I really do.”

“I know you do.” You rolled into him and sighed as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“Well, except for the other stuff,” he added. “Most of the things I say when I’m inside you, I don’t mean those.”

You lifted your head to study him. He looked so serious, almost sad. Your heart clenched; you weren’t always great with words, either. Actions came much easier. Only, you wanted to ease that look off of his face.

“You mean you don’t think I’m a dirty little whore only desperate for a long, thick cock to take me apart?” you asked with an exaggerated teasing pout.

Stephen briefly rolled his eyes. Mission accomplished. “Of course, I don’t. I… I just don’t want you to worry that the words that do come easily to me are what I actually believe.”

Such a precious man.

“And what about when you tell me I’m your good girl who takes your cock so well, like it’s what I was created for?”

Stephen’s eyes, so intense, darken and you feel his cock stir. “When you’ve behaved and done as I’ve told you, of course I mean it then.”

You kissed him as he rolled you over. “So long as you mean that, I am more than happy to let you say whatever dirty, filthy thing pops into that brilliant mind of yours.”

His knee fit itself between your legs and he pressed your hands against the pillow on either side of your head. Satisfied, he leaned down to whisper against your lips. “Stay just like this and I’ll give you a much better reason to be fatigued.”

You debated teasingly trying to move but decided against it. He needed it, you knew.

“Is this my treatment?” you asked instead.

His lips quirked. “You know me; I’m all about exploring new therapies.”

“My insurance isn’t that good,” you teased as he slid inside you, a delicious stretch that had your nerves tingling in the best way.

“I can think of a few ways you might reimburse me,” he teased back, rocking his hips.

“That was terrible!” Your laugh was cut short as he hit that spot. He thrust again and a moan escaped. Then another and another until any thoughts of teasing were long gone from your mind in the face of the pleasure Stephen brought.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Just be good for me, be my good girl.”

You would. Of course, you would.

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x chronically ill reader #doctor strange x chronically ill reader #stephen strange #doctor strange #chronically ill reader #chronic illness #couldntbedamned fic

[luckydragon10]

KinnPorsche Ep09 Lines of Power, PART 2

Continuing from PART 1.

More LoP posts: [Trailer] ... [Ep05] [Ep06] [Ep07] [Ep08] [Ep09 PART 1] [Ep10]

FIRST SHOT: In Part 1, I mentioned the importance of lighting. Well, it's still important for Part 2.

This entire scene is powerfully lit in Porsche's character color: blue blue blue. Vegas has stepped into Porsche's territory. The lines of the pool also point toward Porsche.

Porsche's face is lined with blue light, but even more than that, he's backlit so we can only just barely see his expressions. Meanwhile, Vegas in this scene has his face well lit, and his expressions are exposed (not shown).

Go back and rewatch this scene. Porsche barely says anything. He's holding his cards really fucking close to his chest here.

SECOND SHOT: Kinn, honey, you're lurking. Notice the 2/3rds split of the screen, with Kinn on the dark 2/3rds. He's practically a shadow. It's simple, but I like the uneven split.

THIRD SHOT: Vegas is framed by the vertical pool lines, but look at Porsche. Porsche is actively leaning out of that frame. Porsche's shoulder and head are escaping and essentially wrecking the picture that Vegas is trying to create. That's some pretty clear body language.

For just a heartbeat in this scene, Kinn looks in a direction that allows him to meet eyes with the audience through the mirror.

I was able to catch this mainly because my bestie @moerusai had already pointed out the amazing way Kinn breaks the fourth wall near the end of the episode. (Go read that. Go read it right now.)

I consider this moment a hint, a little foreshadow, of that bigger and more important moment later on. Here in this scene, what I see is Kinn asking the audience, "can you believe the way this bitch is wasting my precious time?" 😂

Kinn, I know you have better things to do. Namely, Porsche.

Credit to @kates-sweet-escape for pointing out this shot already. (Go check out her amazing meta and theories on this episode.)

NOT the same shot as my previous one — the big difference is the characters' gazes. To us, it looks like Mirror Kinn and Tawan are meeting gazes, but in real life they wouldn't be able to meet eyes like this. In effect, it looks like there would be two Kinns, the mirror Kinn as well as the real Kinn, and both would be staring at Tawan so damn hard.

Tawan. Kinn is watching you from all angles. And he's not pleased with what he's seeing. (And neither is the audience, you shifty little bastard.)

Split screen, and yet both sides of the split look pretty dark to me. Dramatic lighting looks cool. Man with a resting bastard face does NOT look cool.

Best move on before I burst a blood vessel.

This is a really good frame job.

Get it? Frame job? (Too soon?)

I try not to dig too much into colors, but this shot is startling monochromatic (even Ken falling into monochrome?!), except for Porsche's face. His pleading face. Oh my heart. Porsche, I promise it's gonna be okay, but maybe not right away.

Porsche's colorful face being centered in those vertical black lines surrounded with gray boxes makes this such a powerful shot.

I literally cheered for Porchay when he confessed his crush, but I did not except Kim to pull the perfect kiss on the cheek. Hello? What? This episode dashes my heart and then fills it full to overflowing?

Meanwhile, the audience is looking at them from the sound booth, giving this moment a bit of of a voyeuristic flavor, while also making it feel a bit like sitting in a movie theatre and watching a screen.

BUT. One more thing. Check out the brand on the sound booth. It's blurry, but I zoomed in and was juuuuust able to make out the words.

I don't know anything about sound equipment, but I do know how to google a brand, and the brand is...

...are you fucking kidding me?

Duality delta? DUALITY? In a show that's all about dual natures and keeping secrets?

Oh fuck you, just stop messing with my head already. 😭

Emperor Korn is holding court again. I love that no matter how they set it up, he gets the emperor positioning, this time by giving him the entire wide couch to himself.

And yes, hello chess metaphor, I see you're back again! Interesting that the chess board positioned for Korn to engage an invisible opponent, but Kinn and Tankhun are NOT positioned to play against him.

X marks the Kinn.

Those Xs in the background are pretty dramatic. To me they're saying that Kinn has to be careful because he's in a precarious position. Just about any move he could make might end up being the wrong one, with disastrous consequences. He needs to tread very, very carefully right now.

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More LoP posts: [Trailer] ... [Ep05] [Ep06] [Ep07] [Ep08] [Ep09 PART 1] [Ep10]

For more great meta from folks across the KP Tumblr fandom, please visit the Damn Good KP Meta doc.

Also, for this episode, @moerusai's post, How Kinn breaks the fourth wall, is a must read. Be sure to check it out.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche meta #kinnporscheep09 #cinematography #lines of power

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

Head Cannons about Nurodiverse

Reader x Catra!

-Catra has BPD

-She sometimes has aggressive episodes where she threatens someone who annoyed/hurt her, and you'll sometimes hear her whispering to other people under her breath, "I could destroy you," "I could hurt you," or you'll hear her growling.

-You will usually put a hand on her shoulder first before gently wrapping her body up in yours and placing light kisses upon her neck. "It's okay kitten, just let them go, they aren't worth it."

-There's apart of you that loves her manic episodes, when she's happy and confident, and with no filter.

-She has this, "I'm the best" attitude about her and you usually just laugh and go, "Couldn't have said it better myself."

-But you know if you're going to adore the highs, you're gonna have to appreciate the lows as well.

-When she has large dark bags under her eyes even after sleeping for half a day. When she's a bit irritable and short, when you find her curled up in the bathroom crying, and when she's self destructive.

-When Catra can't muster up the strength to bathe or shower for her own health, you sometimes go in the bathroom, come back with just a towel on, and sit beside her while caressing her cheek, "Come on, kitten, won't you join me? I'd enjoy myself so much more with you."

-She tries to keep her eyes from wandering but fails and puts her hands over her rose dusted face with a long groan, "I know what you're doing, princess..."

-You laugh and take her hands away from her face to kiss her cheek, "and I know you just can't resist it, can you kitten?"

-She groans again, "but I don't feel like getting up."

-"Hmn," you put your finger on your cheek to pretend your deep in thought, "I think I can help with that, my queen."

-"Wha-"

-"And scoop!!"

-"Y/N!!!"

-"Catra stay still, or Imma drop you!!!"

-Or sometimes you'll go get all your hair stuff (because your author is poc, therefore you deal with black hair now. Lol) sit beside her, and do her hair for her, whilst leaving kisses on her shoulders, neck, and jaw.

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-but don't be mistaken, Catra has no problem taking care of you as well.

-The first time you had a meltdown in front of her, you were afraid she wouldn't know what to do, you'd scare her, or you'd make her uncomfortable, but to your surprise Catra's tough exterior crumbled before you as she remained gentle and calm.

-She speaks in whispers as she realizes your hands pressed firmly against your ears, "Hey, princess, hey can you talk to me?"

-Her heart breaks as you open your mouth, only to realize no words would come out. Your sobs wrecking your body as she quickly scoots closer, "hey, hey princess, dont-dont cry, it's okay, you don't have to talk. Um-?"

-Thinking on her feet, Catra runs around your secretly shared room turning of the lights, and shutting the door. She then grabs her blue blanket and wraps it around you.

-You laugh through your tears making Catra break into a warm smile.

-with the blanket separating her hand from directly touching your face, she caresses your cheek, "Do you want to move to the bed, princess?"

-you silently nod your head, but as you were about to get up, Catra kissed the top of your head, and scooped you up in her arms.

-she pulled the blankets back, and tucked you in.

-If you're the type who hits themselves, especially their head, during meltdowns, Catra gently discourages this-pulling your hand away- and tries to find something for you to mess with.

-I headcannon that Catra's claws are retractable, so sometimes when you're trying to come down from a meltdown she'll let you mess with her claws, gently pressing her palm to retract and reveal her sharp black nails.

-If you like to draw, you and Catra with scribble doodles on each other.

-When it comes to you, Catra's image means nothing to her, and she will gladly trade her reputation for your health and well being.

-You didn't notice it for a long time, but Catra pays very close attention to your sensory needs.

-and if you're really tired after a meltdown Catra has no problem letting you rest your head upon her chest.

-The care and love yourself and Catra harbor shows itself fiercely she one of you us hurting, uncomfortable, or just needing the others company.

-no matter how bad the storms get, no matter how your minds tremble under the weight of the horde, the war, the manipulation, the trauma, and the betrayal, you two remain constant.

-Even on your darkest, scariest, and disheartening days, you two will always be there for each other.

#catras witchy girlfriend #disclaimer: I dont have bpd so Catras bpd is based on my experience w/people who have bpd #disclaimer: observing catra and what i know about bpd #spop catra #catra #spop #catra x reader #nd! reader #tw meltdown #tw talk of sensory overload #tw sensory overload #comfort character #shera and the princesses of power #catra x you #shera catra #nurodivergent selfship #nurodivergent!reader #self shipping #spop imagine #spop x reader #shera 2018 #Shera imagine #nd selfship #catra imagine

[victoriousscarf]

sorry if this is out of the blue, but i was wondering how you come up with your fic titles? they're always so excellent

Aw, thank you! This is so sweet!

The basic answer is I spend a lot of time muttering to myself and writing multiple lines into the title until I have one I don't hate hahaha but usually I like starting with either a couple of words or images I want to try and use, and put them together until something looks right. (I joke I used to write poetry and now I get those instincts out in fic titles lol). Sometimes I'll pick out a line or image from a poem or quote and mess around with those, sometimes it's just a single word or two I want to have.

Longer answer with examples/thought process below.

For example, for "covet not the feel of gold or taste of blood" I wanted the words "covet" and "gold" but not together. (Not the least because this image). Then I was like oh let's toss in a third main word and see how it feels when arranged. I think that one only took me about 3 tries, which isn't too bad for me. Sometimes I'll take a few goes at like the first half, and then the second half takes longer but that one got pretty cohesive once I figured out "blood" was the third word.

"leave your secrets and kiss the whiskey from my lips" was the same: I wanted secrets and I wanted whiskey and I played around until I got it. Then the second one "Secrets are in the Whiskey and the Barrels are Rolling Out of Bound" was the same idea, using secrets and whiskey to tie it together.

Then there are some quotes that are pretty straight forward, like "Starlight from the Gutter" is a play on Oscar Wilde: “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” Other times I just straight up quote a play or poem but usually I try to do a play on it instead.

"Amethyst Should Not be Set in Gold" was perhaps one of the most straight forward too because I knew I wanted gold and amethyst and the negative in there so it was really easy to be like oh that. And of course the story prominently features exactly what it says should not happen lol.

How lyrical I'm trying to be also depends. Some series are pretty basic titles and some are like well I've started being all dramatic on them so I have to keep it up.

For "the forest is dark and deep and ive seen you here before" I based the first story off a Robert Frost poem+the imagery of "seen you before" to reference the time travel bits, (the second time I've used "stopping by the woods on a snowy evening" actually) so I also used Robert Frost (with a side of Jean Rhys' alternate title for Wide Sargasso Sea because I had just read that book the first time and was feeling obsessed) for the second story, "the ancient sea returns to where we have wrecked upon the weeds." I knew I wanted ocean imagery for the 2nd story for symbolic reasons after using the forest for the first one, and that was probably the longest it took me to come up with a title because I have a whole page of alternate versions.

However for all the side stories in that series I'm winging it, though I'm trying to capture the same sort of rhythm as much as possible. "there's tumbleweed in my heart where love was supposed to be" might be my favorite because I was trying to capture the way Fenris feels in Act 3 right after "Alone" and have that really melancholy longing. That his heart feels like tumbleweed, alone and unmoored across the great plains sort of feel. But also that where there is one thing of tumbleweed, there's often a whole pack of it just over the horizon and you're not quite as alone as you think--

So yeah, it's basically image, line, or word, and playing around with rhythm and combination! Reading a ton also probably helps. Shout out to the poetry teacher in the art camp I went to in 7th grade for making me obsessed with that all.

Hope that helps at least answer my thought process a little! A ton of people also use song lyrics instead of poetry, which I will sometimes do too ("Only Break What's Yours" from Apres Moi "You can't break that which isn't yours/I (uh) must go on standing/I'm not my own, it's not my choice") so it's just I think about finding what sort of vibe or words you want to use and trying to act like you're writing a free verse poem with them.

#vs does an ask #i really need a fandom tag

[socialismo-arcoiris]

You gotta give credit where credit is due: The ONLY couple in Thai BL that I’ve seen (2g*ther, Sotus, Tharntype, My engineer, Why R U, Dark Blue Kiss) that actually looks and acts like a couple is Fight and Tutor. The passion, the desire, the love; chile it’s palpable, it’s believable.

#Fight #Tutor #Why R U #FightTutor #tharntype #2gether #2gether is a joke bai #sotus #Tharntype is a close second #my engineer is cute #Dark Blue Kiss was a mess it wrecked my heart #but it was different #anyway please kiss like you mean it or don't kiss at all

[scuttling]

In Those Jeans

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,599 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Blow jobs, Thigh riding, Car sex, Unprotected sex, Semi-public sex Summary: After almost two years of dating, you and Aaron still can't keep your eyes—or hands—off of each other, even at a company picnic; but who could blame you, when he looks like that? *Inspired by this gifset I think we all reblogged last night. I'm feral for Hotch in jeans. 🤤 Link to AO3 or read below! As Aaron’s girlfriend of almost two years, there have been countless times when you’ve gotten to see the rarer sides of his personality, things he doesn’t show at work, or at least not often.

You’ve seen his silly side with Jack when he builds pillow forts, plays tag in the backyard, makes messes in the kitchen. You’ve seen his sweet side when he gives you a back rub just because, makes your favorite dinner when you’ve had a stressful week, when he’s there to talk or just cuddle after appointments with your therapist, which he knows can bring your mood down a little.

You’ve seen him tender, romantic, playful, emotional, loving and caring and capable, but nothing compares to the hidden knowledge you have of one aspect of his personality: your man is horny as hell, and also kind of a freak.

At work, of course, he is the epitome of stoic, expressionless, buttoned-up suit, but a little flash of panty, or a sultry look, or even a well-timed innuendo is enough to have you knees up in the backseat of a government-owned SUV before the rest of your team even leaves the parking garage.

You silently thank god for tinted windows; you not-so-silently thank god for Aaron.

It’s amazing, because you are the same way, half turned-on at any given time of the day, catapulted to full on horny mess depending on the look on his face, the outfit he’s wearing, whether or not he calls you by your last name—before you were dating, you longed to hear him say your first name, but now it’s the impersonal bark of your surname that really gets you going.

Because you share the same predisposition for being down to fuck most of the time, all it takes is a raised eyebrow or a sway of the hips to signal you’re in the mood for something to happen, and if it’s physically feasible and won’t get you arrested, you usually follow through.

It’s how you end up getting absolutely wrecked in the back of the SUV at an FBI family picnic event—you don’t feel great about it, but it is what it is, and it all started with a pair of jeans. Aaron is hot. There’s no doubt about it, and it’s not up for debate. He doesn’t see it, but that just makes him hotter; if other people don’t see it, that just makes them stupid. You see it, though, everyday, in the smallest of ways, can’t stop seeing it. When he gets ready for the picnic, throws on a soft, worn t-shirt and a pair of jeans that fit him so well it’s almost criminal, you make a noise in the back of your throat, and Aaron grins.

“What’s happening over there?” he asks as you sit on the edge of the bed, hooking the strap of your sandal over your heel. You exhale, scowl.

“I think you know very well what’s happening.” He chooses a belt from the back of the door, slides it through the loops on the jeans, and your mouth waters. “Fuck, Aaron.”

“No time for that,” he says, looking up at you through his stupidly dark eyelashes, and he clasps the buckle, smooths his hands down his thighs. You’re going to be soaked before you even leave the house.

“I beg to differ.” You stand from the bed, twirl a little in a blue sundress you know Aaron won’t be able to resist for long. Two can play at this game: if he wants to watch you slowly lose your composure in public, you’re sure as hell not going to make it easy.

“Ugh. Love those little dresses,” he murmurs, stepping toward you, but you shake your head and wag a finger at him.

“Nope, no time for that,” you say, but you giggle when he narrows his eyes and stalks closer anyway.

He tackles you, tosses you back on the bed, kisses your mouth and neck, then whispers dirty things into your ear and rubs you through your panties until you come so loud it could wake the dead. You undo that stupid belt, tug his jeans down just enough to free his cock, toss your hair over your shoulder, and blow him like you’re being graded on it—if that were the case, you’d be getting extra credit for technique, no doubt about it.

You leave a little later than intended, and you know you just made a huge mistake, because getting him out of those jeans again is going to be all you can think about for the rest of the day; you’re not certain what’s going through his head, but you know for a fact he’s thinking pretty much the same thing.

Even though you’re both bummed that it’s Jack’s weekend with Haley and he's missing the picnic, you have to admit it’s kind of good timing, because you don’t let yourself get distracted when he is with you, but Aaron is looking so damn distracting today. You sit at a picnic table with JJ and Garcia, drinking iced tea and watching Will and Aaron play catch with Henry and a couple other kids. You’d say this is just a tactic, because seeing Aaron interact with kids always gives you baby (and babymaking) fever, but you know deep down he just loves children, and that makes your heart warm more than anything.

When he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face? Now that’s a tactic, and a damn good one. You can’t hold back your whimper, and your friends take one look at you and share an amused glance.

“It’s a family picnic,” JJ says, scolding and teasing all at once. “Keep it in your pants.”

“It’s his pants you need to be worried about,” you mutter, and you fan yourself with your hand to try to bring yourself down a notch. That, of course, does not work, so you sigh, stand from the table, pour a cup of lemonade, and give them a wink before walking over to Aaron’s side. You get his attention with an innocent look, hand over the lemonade with a sweet smile.

“You look hot. And thirsty,” you tell him, and he smiles, tips his head back, and drinks it all in one gulp. You watch him swallow, squeeze your thighs together.

“So do you,” he says with a hint of a smirk, handing back the cup, and he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Thanks for the lemonade; now let me watch you walk away.” You pull back, lick your lips slowly and turn around, throwing him a look over your shoulder as you make your way back to the picnic table. Emily and Derek are there now too, and Emily laughs when you take your seat.

“Two years in and you still look at each other like that? Please tell me your secret,” she says with a grin, taking a sip of her iced tea.

“Tons of quality orgasms,” you answer with a fond sigh, tucking your chin in the palm of your hand and watching Aaron cross the lot. There’s something so powerful about his stride that it makes you horny just to watch him walk; your downstairs brain is so stupid. “He also makes really good jalapeno mac and cheese.” The answer to your question, when am I going to get fucked by my gorgeous boyfriend?, will be answered shortly, you’re fairly certain; you have a good feeling, because you’re talking to an agent that works on the floor above yours, and the strap of your dress has fallen down your shoulder, and he keeps glancing at it. You’d fix it, but that would only draw more attention to it, and you can already feel Aaron looking at you.

He doesn’t get jealous often, but get him in the right mood and his dumb caveman instincts switch from fight or flight to fight or fuck pretty quickly; when he heads your way with swift, purposeful steps, you’re pretty sure you know which one has been activated today.

“Hey. Time to go,” he says, looking over your face; he turns to nod at the guy you’re talking to, then very slowly hooks his finger in the strap of your dress and slides it back into place, making eye contact with you while he does it. You don’t know why that makes you so goddamn hot, but your breathing picks up and you bite your lip, take his hand when he offers it.

You don’t say goodbye to anyone, just follow him quickly to the car and climb into the backseat when he opens the door. The second he closes it behind him, his mouth is on yours, and you fist your fingers in his t-shirt, hitch a leg over his hip, and pull him closer.

“I want you, I need you,” you breathe into the kiss, and he slides one hand around your back, uses the other to push up your dress and grab a palmful of your ass.

“I know, baby. God, I want you. You look fucking perfect in that dress; I want to tear it off.” It’s sort of expensive, and pretty, but fuck, you’re going to let him. He shifts so his back is against the seat, pulls you into his lap, and you moan when he presses you right on top of his cock, hard and bulging against the seam of his jeans. “Feel what you do to me, when you’re looking like a goddamn angel and other men can’t take their eyes off of you?” You tug on his hair, kiss him roughly, move your hands to his belt, but he stops you with gentle fingers. “First I want you to ride my thigh. You’ve been staring at them all day; do you want to?”

“Fuck, absolutely,” you whine, and he puts his hands on your hips, shifts you so your knees are on either side of his perfect, firm, denim clad thigh and encourages you to grind against it. You don’t need much encouragement, but he eases down one of the straps of your dress and maneuvers it so that he can bare your breast, get his lips around your nipple while you work to get yourself off. “Oh, god yeah.”

You plant your hands on his shoulders, dig your nails in through the soft fabric, and slide against him like a needy, horny teenager. You’re wet, and he’s undoubtedly going to be wet too by the time you’re done with him, leg soaked with your come—god, that’s a hot prospect. Both of you are panting, not from exertion but arousal, and you move a hand to the back of his head, grip his hair in your fingers while he sucks and softly bites your nipple. When he pulls back, his lips are wet, and you capture them in a kiss.

“Yeah, you’re doing so good, keep going. Keep humping, baby, come on me.” He gets a hand in your hair, kisses your neck, and you cling to him for dear life, broad back and shoulders beneath your hands as you work your hips desperately in pursuit of your orgasm. “So fucking perfect, come on me,” he mutters against your throat, and you hug him close, absolutely lose it as your climax makes your body tense from shoulders to toes.

You moan in his ear like an absolute slut—if you are one, he’s made you that way, so it’s only fair—and he kisses your mouth, deep, rough, wet kisses that ensure your desire does not dip in the slightest. You feel dirty and incredible, but no more relieved or satisfied than you were ten minutes ago.

A little bit of Aaron is never enough; no amount of Aaron is ever enough.

He makes sure you can hold yourself up and then takes his hands off of you, opens his belt and his pants and pushes them down his thighs far enough that you’ll be comfortable. You slide off of his leg to slip your panties off—they’re useless at this point anyway—and he gets his hands on your hips and puts you in his lap, holds you up so you can line his cock up with your entrance and let him press inside.

“Mmh, fuck, Aaron,” you gasp, and with the way he looks at you, eyes dark and serious and possessive, you know this will be quick for the both of you. You wrap one hand around his bicep, press back against his knee with the other; he slides his hands up to your waist, dragging the skirt of your dress up with him so he can watch himself disappear inside you, which is ten different kinds of sexy.

“Thinking about this all day—burying my cock inside your sweet, tight pussy, coming deep inside you. Do you like it, getting fucked here because I want you so bad I can’t stand to wait?” Even though you know you shouldn’t, you do, and you nod, moan yes when he fucks up inside you, strong thighs flexing. “Me too, love it, love you.”

“Love you,” you murmur while you bounce in his lap, eyes on his, tongue slipping over your lips while you snap your hips against his thrusts. “Gonna milk your cock, take every last drop; greedy for it.” Aaron groans, tightens his hands on your waist, and you clench around him when he comes, riding him fast and thorough; you follow quickly, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder while you shudder through the pleasure.

His hands are gentle after, smoothing up your back, around your neck, and he pulls you closer for a soft, sweet, passionate kiss. When it breaks, you smile against each other's lips.

“Tease,” you whisper, smoothing your hands over his throat, his jaw. “New unwritten rule: if you wear those jeans in public, I get as much sex as I want for the rest of the night.” He chuckles, but ultimately nods.

“Deal. New unwritten rule: when we’re out in public and someone is looking at you like that guy was looking at you, I have permission to throw you over my shoulder and take you home and remind you why it is that you belong with me.” You pull him close for a hard kiss and grin.

“Deal, caveman. So what do you want to do now?” He wrinkles his nose in contemplation, straightens up the top half of your dress.

“I think I want to go home and tear this off of you as previously mentioned,” he says; you bite your lip and nod. “What do you want to do?”

That’s a loaded question, but at the moment, only one thing really comes to mind.

“Fuck me wearing these clothes again; I don’t care where or how, you can surprise me.”

Aaron is, unsurprisingly, on board with that plan; you slip off of him, smooth out your dress, and he pulls his pants up—they are still very wet from your first orgasm, and you rub the spot with the edge of your dress to no avail.

“Don’t get pulled over, Agent,” you joke, because that would be both very hard and very easy to explain, and he groans like you’ve just done something very sexy.

“Love it when you call me Agent,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss, and you plan some super hot roleplay for later and hop out of the car so you can climb into the front seat like the fully-functioning, non-horny adult that you are.

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[waynes-multiverse]

Love

Square(s) Filled: Quote: “Look what you made me do.” @taylorswiftbingo​

Pairing: Dean Winchester (SPN) x Reader x Love Quinn (You)

Summary: When you and your boyfriend stumble into a sunny bakery in California, it quickly takes a dark turn after meeting the mysterious owner. Can your relationship survive a crazy psycho bitch?

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: +18!!!, You AU (ish), language, a tiny bit of fluff, a lot of ANGST & HURT, sex pollen in form of a cupcake (feels a little dub-con), arranged marriage, smut (threesome f/f/m, oral f, p in v), tons of jealousy, violence, blood, death, you will never like this ending

A/N: This is a super fucked-up story that I won’t apologize for. Fantasized about these two more than I’d like to admit. For the rest, blame Chan @msmarvelouswinchester as this was written for her 1k Follower Challenge and I got some messed up prompts. Congrats again, sweetheart! You deserve ‘em all & more 😘🖤🎉 My prompts were: Exile by Taylor Swift (feat. Bon Iver), arranged marriage & sex pollen. Lyrics & flashbacks are in italics. Quote prompt in bold.

“Hope you enjoy” feels weird to say, so I’ll say I hope you don’t wreck your lungs while reading this! Can’t wait for your screams of pain, loves!

Masterlist

The bright yellow California sun set behind you, the last sunbeams of summer flooding the classic black beauty as it roared down the quiet streets of a quaint little suburban town that couldn’t be differentiated from the last five towns you passed through. The people always looked happy, unsuspecting, and sunny with their superfood protein shakes in hand, strolling down Main Street USA past fancy stores, vegan restaurants, and an abundance of gyms – the preppy snob version of the apple pie life.

Your gaze fell to Dean in the driver’s seat, his smile brighter than the California sun and his fingers lightly tapping on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the current classic rock song that drowned through the stereo. You smiled when he parked the Impala by the curb, his apple green eyes locating a little bakery, and you knew he couldn’t resist the urge to fill his stomach with the deliciousness he’d surely find in there. The little wink and smirk he shot you as he exited the car undeniably made your heart skip a beat. It always did when he looked at you like that – like you were his whole world and knew exactly he was yours too.

Love had always been quiet for you. It snuck up on you, slow, steady, and silent. You never saw the warning sign until love was right in front of you, grabbed you by your throat, and knocked all air out of your lungs. And then suddenly, you fell – deep, hard, and fast. In a heartbeat, he caught you, put you back on firm ground, and took your entire breath away. And you knew – every time you looked into those deep sea-green eyes and saw the kindest soul lying behind them – that you’d do anything for him, fight whatever you had to fight and give whatever you had to give. You’d do it all for him, no ask too big, no action too impossible.

Like a gentleman, he held the door open for you with a smile and kissed your lips with the same energy he’d had since the very first time he touched them. Dean Winchester was nothing if not consistent and reliable.

“Ugh, I hate California. Look at all those fake people here. Can’t wait to get back to Kansas,” he groaned and rolled his eyes at another couple in yoga pants that passed you.

You giggled and interlaced his fingers with his, “I think it was a nice vacation. Got some alone time with you,” you smiled and captured his lips once more. “And we made the world a little safer again.”

“Guess so,” he sighed and lovingly kissed your temple before you made your way into a small store called A Fresh Tart. Soft hues of pale blue and white greeted you upon your entrance and the little bell chimed above your heads, announcing your presence to the girl behind the counter.

I can see you standing, honey With his arms around your body Laughin’, but the joke’s not funny at all

She smiled up at the two of you and put her baking utensils aside, striding over to the cash register. She was drop-dead gorgeous, her long brown hair flowing down in soft waves over her exposed shoulder, her ends seemingly kissed by the California sun, and her eyes sparkling in different colors from blue to green to gray. She was different from the rest of the robots outside, had a wildness to her that seemed fresh, new, and exciting. Glancing at your boyfriend from your peripheral, you could tell he was smitten too, probably upping his charm by a thousand in a couple of seconds – you might as well start your countdown right now.

“Hi, there.” On cue, his grin widened as he strolled to the counter with your hand in his – at least he didn’t drop it.

“Hi, what can I get you two?” she smiled charmingly, more than just a customer-service smile, and by the way she bit her bottom lip, she was apparently flirting too. You couldn’t blame her, though. The green-eyed hunter next to you was gorgeous himself, a true sight for sore eyes.

I can see you starin’, honey Like he’s just your understudy Like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me

But then her ocean eyes flickered to you with the same flirty smirk and you felt your core tighten a little at the feeling she gave you. Wait, was she flirting with you too?! And were you liking it? Welp, that’s new.

“Uh, two pieces of apple pie, sweetheart,” Dean winked. “Gotta say, you have some delicious treats here.”

“Was just about to say the same thing,” she smirked flirtatiously and shot another glance at you before gracefully moving a few steps to get your desserts and you couldn’t help but stare at her ass – to be fair, so was Dean.

“I think she’s flirting with me,” Dean whispered smugly into your ear and then noticed your freaked-out expression. “Oh, sweetheart, you know I love you. You’re the only one for me,” he pecked your lips sweetly and placed another one on your hairline for good measure.

You giggled at his ever-charming self and shook your head. “It’s not that. I-… I think she’s flirting with me too,” you confessed.

“What?” His brow furrowed, his eyes flashing to the friendly baker, who shot a flirty little wink in your direction. “I think you’re right… Huh.”

“There you go,” the woman returned and Dean paid for your meal, eyeing her now for entirely different reasons. “You guys are a sweet couple. Did you just move here?”

“Uh, no, just passing through,” the hunter replied brusquely and cleared his throat, the longing stares the woman was aiming at you stirring a little jealousy inside of him. To make one thing crystal clear: you were his girlfriend and he didn’t even dream of sharing. And while the attraction of another woman towards you might have awoken some of his wildest fantasies, there had to be a fucking line in the sand, so he wrapped his arms possessively around your waist from behind and marked his territory.

“Too bad. Thought I finally got some fun people in this town,” she grinned and propped her hands on the counter, pushing her boobs out a little more.

“Not a fan of the yoga pants either, I gather?” you laughed and she joined you, your boyfriend knitting his brow at you, silently questioning why you were flirting back – which you weren’t. You totally weren’t…

“That obvious, huh? How long are you guys staying? I could show you around if you want. You guys look like you enjoy the occasional drink,” she smirked.

“Uh, thanks, sweetheart. But we gotta get back home to Kansas,” Dean brushed her off and you could tell his patience was wearing thin. Were you a bad person for enjoying the little extra attention? Was it wrong to feel giddy? Was it terrible to hope Dean would try to prove himself in the motel room later?

“Wow, long way from home. But I get it,” she smiled so warmly it melted your heart. “How about some cupcakes for the road? It’s on the house. They’re a new creation and you’d be really doing me a favor by telling me how they taste. Can’t trust the vegan hippies out there.”

You and Dean shared a look and then shrugged your shoulders – neither of you would ever dare to say no to a sweet treat. “Sure, that be great. I’m Y/N, by the way. And this is my boyfriend Dean,” you smiled and jumped up a little when the hunter kicked your leg to keep you from talking.

“Nice to meet you. Love Quinn,” she beamed and stretched out her hand for you to shake. As you touched her, your whole skin ignited, a warm feeling flooding through your entire body, electricity coursing through your veins. Your gazes locked, one single mesmerized stare into her azure eyes and you were a goner. You might’ve held onto her hand for a little too long, woken from your trance by your boyfriend’s fake cough.

“Uh, nice to meet you too. Cool name.” You shook out of your daydream but couldn’t stop thinking how her smooth hands and plush lips would feel against your skin, your mind spinning out of control with possibilities.

Handing two cupcakes to you, you and Dean took each a bite, moaning loudly as the chocolatey sensation encapsulated your tastebuds.

“Wow, that is amazing, Love,” you hummed in delight.

“Really?” The excitement twinkled in her eyes, her happiness intoxicating. You just wanted to make her smile all the time.

“Yeah, not too bad,” Dean muttered with a shrug, not granting the woman too much satisfaction and glaring at each moan that left your lips. Should he be worried?

“Seriously? What is in those? They’re… indescribable,” you praised, unable to find words when she looked at you like that – like you were her whole world. It made your heart flutter and your stomach flood with a million butterflies.

“Uh, they’re mostly red velvet, chocolate, and a little special ingredient,” she replied, smiling.

“Special ingredient?” Dean arched his eyebrow, his chewing slowing down. An eerie feeling started to overwhelm him, spreading through his stomach. His forest green eyes suspiciously darted out the window, roaming the sunny street outside with its even sunnier people. Something was seriously fucking wrong with this town, most of all with the girl right in front of him. He couldn’t put his finger on it but didn’t appreciate the way she stared at you – certifiably obsessed.

“Love,” she winked cheekily, the heat undoubtedly collecting in your cheeks.

At Dean’s rude scoff, you laughed softly, your eyes never leaving hers. “Don’t listen to him. He’s more of a pie guy.”

“I can see past that, considering otherwise he’s got some pretty good taste,” she quipped and bit her lip, suppressing the little smirk. Her hand reached over the counter and softly brushed against yours, but you didn’t move, didn’t flinch; you stayed still, and if anything, every breath you took brought you a little closer to her. When she leaned over and pressed her lips to yours, a shiver ran down your spine and your heart stopped in your ribcage as everything else around you ceased to exist. There was only her now. And God, she felt heavenly.

With eyes wide, Dean watched as you deepened the kiss instead of pushing the forward baker away, the half-eaten cupcake in his hands dropping to the tiled floor.

What the actual fuck was happening?

As much as he wanted to, Dean couldn’t tell you how he ended up here – locked in a glass cage in someone’s basement and exiled from everyone he loved, most importantly, you.  

He woke up here in the dark, only painful fluorescent lighting offering him a vague image of his surroundings. His head hurt like hell and his memories were a blur before bits and pieces came rushing back like a waterfall, flashing jumbled pictures across his eyelids.

Cupcakes, white dresses, your little moans of pleasure, and then bang – he never saw the warning signs.

In the pretty baker’s candlelit bedroom, you stood in front of him, a beautiful white dress hugging your curves, and held his hands with a soft smile while said baker, also dressed in white, read some questionable vows.

There was a ceremony, he remembered. Did he get fucking married?

Throughout the whole ceremony, he wanted to scream, his mind telling him there was something immensely wrong. He was in danger. You were in danger. And that bitch before him? She was a fucking psycho.

But he couldn’t protect you, couldn’t even move or talk, unspeakably numbed from head to toe. His heart, however, was overflowing with a warmth he’d never felt before. If he could describe the most indescribable feeling, he’d probably say it came the closest to the feeling of pure bliss and unconditional love. And he couldn’t get enough of that feeling, soaking it up like the California sun rays.

“This is the beginning of our relationship. The foundation of our marriage between the three of us. None of us ever has to relive through betrayal, hurt, and loneliness ever again,” Love smiled with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes and caressed your cheek before dipping her head to brush her lips softly against yours. She drew back, smiling, and glanced patiently between you and Dean.

You understood what she wanted from you and pressed your lips against his, sealing the blooming marriage between the three of you. You’d never been more joyful in your entire life. Two people who loved you endlessly and cared for you infinitely would forever belong to you now. They were yours.  

Love then guided Dean to take a seat at the end of the bed, who only let go of your hands with a bit of unfounded reluctance. Somehow, he felt once he did, you’d be lost to him forever, not suspecting yet how right he had been.

“No, no, no… this can’t be happening,” he muttered in his lonesome cell and gripped his head.

“What’s happening?” he questioned with a knitted brow, the panic rising in his gut. His mind was blurry, barely able to dissect his thoughts or decipher what was happening around him. He was lost in a complete and utter haze of fucking love.

“Patience, Dean. You’ll get your turn with our wife,” she winked cheekily, her hand stroking along your cheekbone, and you bent like a willow at her touch.

Our wife. Somehow that sounded wrong to Dean. He’d known you for years, met you on a hunt, and never took his eyes off you once he spotted you. If he had ever married you, you would’ve been all his. His and his alone. He certainly hadn’t expected to share you and didn’t even want to. Why the fuck couldn’t he say something and open his mouth? Why couldn’t he tell you he loved you? Why couldn’t he warn you that the two of you needed to kill this psycho bitch and get the fuck out of this godforsaken town before it was too late?

At that moment, his spirit left his body, becoming a mere observer and helplessly watching on as Love claimed your lips over and over, making you hers. Her delicate hands traveled up your arms and pushed the straps of your dress over your shoulders, letting the ivory satin sway to the floor like a feather. Her fingertips explored your half-naked body with a smirk, her bottom lip, and the hunger within, held back by her teeth as she softly trailed over the leftover black lace that covered your curves. The sensation tickled your nerve-endings, your senses on overdrive and your vision neon, craving more and more of her touch as if you had discovered a new designer drug that made you ecstatically addicted. She tasted like cotton candy clouds and teenage dreams, and you tilted your head back in pleasure, giving her teeth and lips access to nibble down your neck.

There was a glance. A short flicker in your eyes shared with your soulmate that pulled your head from the clouds and put your feet back onto the ground – firm and solid like him. Too fleeting before you floated back to the sky, powerless against everything that was her.

And then he smiled – loving, calm, and peaceful amidst the storm.

“Fuck,” he cursed and smashed a pack of sugar against the walls of his glass confinement, a ball of white powder exploding over his head as it hung low between his knees.

He should’ve seen it coming from a mile away, done something about it, grabbed you and ran. But he hadn’t. He’d just let it happen. He hadn’t been your protector or your savior. He had failed.

You couldn’t stop, lost in a daze of lips, teeth, and fingers, your panties soaking wet as you continued to kiss her. You couldn’t fight it when your hands stripped her of her white dress. You couldn’t fight it when you tasted her lips time and time again. And you couldn’t fight the loving warmth that encapsulated you when she looked at you in the same adoring way he used to look at you. Would she sleep with him? Would you watch? Did you want to?

“Don’t worry, honey,” she smiled softly as if she could read your mind and caressed your cheeks like you were the most precious thing her hands ever held. “It’s just about you. You’re the main attraction. Don’t be nervous. Although you are pretty cute when you’re shy,” she sang and then glanced at Dean, motioning with her chin to you, “Make yourself useful and help her feel more comfortable.”

With a swallow, Dean rose from his seat, slowly taking off the tie of his tux, lifting it over his head before his fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one, your eyes watching the slow, familiar torture unfold. He then moved behind you, gently brushing your hair to the side and kissing from your earlobe down to your bare shoulder, knowing best about all the places that drove you wild. “You’re so, so pretty, baby girl. Most gorgeous woman I ever laid my eyes on,” he cooed in your ear and continued with his kisses on your skin.

“See? We’re both here for you,” Love smiled and came closer to you, entangling you in a frenzied kiss. Your head almost exploded, overwhelmed by the feeling of two mouths and four hands on you. “No need to be scared.”

“Can’t wait to taste you, sweetheart,” Dean mumbled against your skin and you watched as Love’s eyes darkened at his words, a violent ocean storm forming inside them.

“Stop,” she told him sternly and Dean moved away from you a few inches, blinking up at her in confusion, but too caught up in this wondrous daze to make sense of it. “Me first,” she demanded with a glare at the hunter and led you away from him, sitting you down on the bed. “You can watch.”

Reduced to a trivial bystander, he observed how she gently laid you down on the mattress, kissed her way down every inch of your body, not even leaving the tiniest patch of skin dry, and discarded your lace panties, throwing them to the hunter as if to make it a point she reached the finish line first, even though Dean never had a fair chance to enter the silent competition. If he could, he’d kill her. But instead, he had to watch as she ate you out, had to hear your whimpers of pleasure and moans of her name. It split his heart in two, the involuntary smile on his face and the boner growing in his boxers covering up the true crime.

You came hard on her face as she tongue-fucked you into oblivion, your back arching off the mattress and your head flying to the clouds above you, satisfyingly blissed out. As you lay there on the bed, breathing ragged and skin covered in sweat, you gazed at Dean, who still stood there where you left him, broken and yet telling you with his emerald orbs that he loved you so much, no matter what. A psycho bitch with magic horny cupcakes couldn’t alter the amount of love he held for you in his heart.

“Your turn. Show us what you got,” Love smirked up at him, her plump pink lips glistening with your juices. The way she looked at him, though, told the hunter how much she had enjoyed getting one over on him, making him suffer, watching him burn. It was all a fucked-up game to her and she clearly played to win. “Fuck her for me. Hard,” she whispered into his ear with a giggle as he knelt onto the mattress and slotted between your open legs. She plopped down on the pillow next to you with a pleased grin, her fingers brushing across your cheeks and lips with sheer lust in her eyes.

He wanted to kiss you like he always did. Not just for you, but he needed and craved the intimacy that you offered him too. But her lips on yours hindered his plans to take you back, and when Love shot him another dirty look, his defeated mind surrendered to the invincible spell, the need to fill you becoming too strong to occupy his thoughts with anything else.

The way he fucked you was incomparable to anything else you’d ever experienced with him when his cock slipped inside your tight walls and filled you so wholly you might’ve needed a second body just so you could take all of him. He was untamed, primal, and stormy; every single moan he drew from your lips just spurred him on more. He fucked to win, although he barely understood the dangerous game he was forced to play.

You, on the other hand, had entered an entirely new universe, the old one long forgotten and left behind. The firm cock that thrust in and out of you, the soft lips that sucked on your neck, and the graceful fingers that pinched and rolled your nipples between them sent you to your grave, the pure overstimulation almost too much to handle.

“You like his cock? Want him to make you cum and fill you up? Fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for days?” Love whispered into your ear with a sly smirk.

“Fuck, yeah, please,” you whimpered and threw your head back deeper into the pillow, your body rendered utterly useless otherwise. “Please make me cum, baby. Wanna cum on your cock so badly. Please, please, please,” you begged, locking gazes with your boyfriend husband.

When you finally came, you came together and Dean let himself fall down on the mattress next to you, interlacing his fingers with yours as the two of you just gazed at each other. Love’s eyes observed the two of you curiously as if she’d never seen true love like this before. She tenderly caressed your face and you could tell she wanted to belong somewhere, her choice falling on the two of you. Maybe she’d been lonely or hurt before, or both. Maybe she was evil through and through and a nut job without any good reason, but you loved her unconditionally like you did him. At least that’s what you thought, the spell she put on you preventing you from knowing any better.

As Dean lay next to you and only had eyes for you, every fiber in his being told him to keep you safe during the oncoming storm. When he glanced briefly at Love, saw the jealousy, the crazy, and the evil in her ocean eyes, he realized he’d seen this film before and never liked the ending.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

At the familiar voice that suddenly filled the dingy basement, his head lifted and his eyes darted to the unwelcome visitor with the triumphant grin on her face.

“Fuck off, you psycho bitch,” he scoffed.

“Oh Dean, that’s not how you get out of the dog house,” she tsked him and his nostrils flared. Whatever poison she’d given him yesterday, it had finally worn off. The magic was dead and gone.

“Shut up. Where the hell am I, anyways? What, you just happen to have a glass cage on standby?” Outraged didn’t even describe his feelings in the slightest. And then there was still the question of your whereabouts, which flooded his veins with pure panic. Were you even still alive?

“Something like that. Used to be my ex-husband’s,” she replied.

“Yeah? Not surprised he left,” Dean muttered under his breath and rolled his eyes. He’d leave, too, if given the choice.

“He didn’t leave. Well… he wanted to. But I made sure he couldn’t. Like I did with the first one. You’d be my third husband,” she smiled, pleased.

“Oh yeah, you’re several shades of crazy, lady…” He got up from his seat on the concrete floor with a groan and started to pace his confinement. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Don’t worry. Our wife is perfectly fine. I really think this one’s gonna last. Women are stronger. Men are weak. They cheat, they lie-”

“Boohoo. Poor you,” Dean interjected with a grumble. “She isn’t yours,” he gritted and pushed his face almost through the glass. He’d bite her head off with his bare teeth if he could. “What? Are you obsessed with her?”

“Maybe… Happened before,” she admitted, her eyes getting lost somewhere in distant memories. “But Y/N is different. She’s kind, smart, beautiful. She has a heart of gold.”

“You know nothing about her heart, sweetheart,” he spat.

“I know she found a place for me in it. You should’ve seen the way she looked at you. You don’t even appreciate her the way you should… the way she deserves. The way we all deserve,” Love stated, the anger inside her rising to the surface.

“I don’t need to justify my love for her to you, you psycho bitch. The only reason why she even looks at you at all is because you fucking cursed her. What the hell was in those cupcakes, huh?”

“Something from my garden,” she shrugged, smiling. “And let’s face it, Dean. You’re not good enough for her. You can’t please her, can’t even protect her.”

“I protect her just fine, thank you,” he huffed and shook his head, Love clearly hitting a sore spot.

“Oh, really? You couldn’t even protect her from me. You got overwhelmed by a girl who locked you up in here. Or have you forgotten what happened?” she taunted him.

But the memories were finally coming back to him. He remembered waking up next to you in the morning, his brain still foggy and loud like the worst hangover as the rest of the spell cleared his mind. Realizing his dire situation, he wanted to grab you and run before Love hit him with a baseball bat from behind.

“What’s going on?”

His green eyes shot to you in an instant as you strolled into the dark basement with a confused look and yet unfazed by the fact he was confined in a glass box currently. By the faraway look in your eyes, he knew you weren’t really there, though. Your body was here, but your mind was absent.

“Don’t worry, honey. Just trying to convince Dean to stay with us,” Love lied with an adoring smile on her lips.

Your eyes blinked at Dean, the sadness of his possible loss hitting you like a ton of bricks, “You’re leaving? But you promised you would stay with me.”

The tears brimming in your orbs broke him like he had never imagined possible. Swallowing thickly, he shook his head, keeping his own tears at bay. “No, no, no, sweetheart. I’d never leave you, okay? No matter what. That was our deal, remember?”

With a gulp, you nodded and decided to believe him. Glancing at Love, she came to your side and soothingly rubbed your back.

“You have two choices, Dean. Eat the cupcake and live happily ever after with us… or don’t eat it and leave.” Judging by the way she stressed the last word, he knew leaving wasn’t optional.

“Of course, he wants to stay with us,” you laughed softly, the idea of Dean not wanting to stay with you seeming utterly ridiculous to you. But as your gazes locked, your smile dropped, realizing he indeed wanted to leave. “Why? I love her and I love you.”

“Y/N, you need to listen to me, sweetheart. You’ve known me for a long time. You know I don’t lie to you… well, mostly. The point is… I love you. You have my whole heart. But you need to kill this bitch and get me outta here. You gotta believe me when I tell you that she’s crazy!” His green eyes were pleading with you to hear him, to see the truth, but your mind was too fuzzy to make sense of his words.

“Don’t be scared,” Love’s sultry voice pulled your focus to her. “I can protect you. I can care for you. I love you. It’s his choice, Y/N. If he doesn’t love you… he needs to go.”

“Y/N? Y/N, don’t listen to her,” Dean begged you, his fists banging furiously against his glass prison.

Her hands on your face forced you to keep looking at her instead of him, a tear rolling down your cheeks as you nodded your agreement to her plan and sealed his fate. Taking a deep breath, you gazed at him, your fingers reaching to touch the glass where his fingers lay on the other side, your connection disrupted by walls. “Why don’t you want this? We could be happy, Dean. We all could be happy. We could have a family like we always dreamed of. Why don’t you love me?”

“I do. I love you more than anything in this world, but this isn’t it, Y/N. I know you’re still in there. Can’t you see that she poisoned you?”

Swallowing, you turned your back on him, the sobs leaving your body freely now without restriction. Love kissed your shoulder before she sauntered to a workbench and grabbed an ax, her fingers playing with the tool in her hands like it was a toy.

“Y/N? Y/N?! Please don’t do this! You gotta snap out of it, sweetheart! She’s lying to you! I love you! Please, you gotta believe me. Please! You have to kill her, Y/N! You have to kill her now! Please! Y/N!” All the begging and screaming in the world couldn’t bring you back, though, and he watched in defeat as the menace in the room came closer with every stride. “It’s okay, Y/N. I love you. I’ll always love you.” If those were his last words, he wanted you to hear him because he knew someday you’d wake up from this nightmare and remember everything that happened here before the guilt would eat you alive. He loved you so much that he didn’t want you to go through all that pain.

You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town    

“Sorry, Dean. Say your goodbyes now,” Love told him, shouldering her ax with a ruthless smile, and deposited a set of handcuffs through a little one-way opening inside the glass prison. “Put ‘em on and get ready to meet your maker. Too bad this didn’t work out. I really wanted it to. Well, sort of. Who cares about details now, right? Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of our wife. Just know you won’t be missed,” she grinned with an empty look in her eyes.

Licking his lips, he grabbed the cuffs with reluctance and stared at you as he weighed them in his hands. If you were the last thing he saw on this earth, he could die in peace and found some serenity in that knowledge, still hoping Sam would drag his ass to California soon enough to save you when he couldn’t anymore.

But then something happened in a blink of an eye, your head twisting back over your shoulder and catching his gaze for a heartbeat. And then it rolled over you, wave after wave, memory after memory. Every time you laughed and snuggled with him in the Dean Cave, every drink he ever bought you, every gift he ever gave you, every smile, every touch, and a whole lotta love came crashing back to you – it was all there, flat and honest, right behind a forest of green.

At a moment’s notice, your hand suddenly held a metal wrench, no idea where you had gotten it from or when it got there, but without thinking, you slammed it hard against her skull, the brunette’s body collapsing unconsciously to the floor.

The wrench dropped out of your palms, your heart pounding so fast against your ribcage it felt like a fucking heart attack as your breathing picked up enough speed to almost make you hyperventilate. You’d been on countless hunts, killed hundreds of monsters, but you’d never felt like this.

“Thank fucking God,” Dean sighed loudly in relief. “Okay, uh, Y/N, you need to get me outta here. Check if she’s got a key pocketed somewhere,” he instructed you before noticing the shocked expression on your face and your chest heaving with every heavy breath you took. “Y/N? Are you okay? It’s gonna be alright, but you need to calm down now and get me out, okay?”

Collecting your thoughts and slowing your breathing, you gave him a resolute nod and squatted down, frisking Love’s unconscious body for the keys to your freedom. Fumbling with the keys in the lock, your mind slowly came out of hibernation again, trying to make sense of everything that happened since you had set foot inside the little unsuspecting bakery. You should’ve known she was trouble when you walked in. “Dean, what the fuck is going on? Where are we?”

“I’ll explain everything to you, but right now, we gotta bolt, alright?”

How he could always stay so calm in the midst of chaos was something you admired most about him. Even when he was close to losing his own head, his deep voice grounded you every single time without fail.

The door sprung open and Dean rushed past you, grabbing hold of your hand in the process and dragging you with him through several rooms until he found the stairs. Your feet touched the wooden steps first, his hand firmly planted on your back reassuring you he was still right behind you.

“Nuh-uh, not so fast.” Love leisurely caught up with you, spitting several drops of blood on the floor before her wicked smile returned. “Here, I thought the three of us had something special,” she said through gritted teeth and swung her ax, only missing Dean’s hand on the railing by an inch, the wood splintering off in all directions.

“Oh, you’re one helluva psycho, sweetheart,” Dean groaned and pushed you farther up the stairs, throwing you the Impala’s keys. “Y/N, run and start the car! I’ll be right with you!”

“Are you insane? I’m not leaving you,” you protested, panicked, realizing you really had a type by picking the crazy, pretty ones.

“Y/N! Go!” he yelled over his shoulder. As he spun back, the ax flung right into his chest. The air disappeared, his lungs deflating like a balloon after the party was over. The last thing he saw was Love’s victorious smile before he sunk to his knees and tumbled down the rest of the stairs, coming to a lifeless halt once his body had reached the ground.

“Dean!” Your scream was louder and more agonizing than you’d ever thought possible as you watched the scene in front of you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be you and him forever. No monster, no God could’ve torn you apart, but Love could.

“Aw, look what you made me do,” she mockingly pouted as blood trickled down her forehead.

Storming down the stairs in sheer rage and madness, it would’ve been hard to tell who was the craziest out of the three of you. Your hand curled around the ax’s handle and retrieved it from Dean’s chest, ignoring the throbbing pain you felt inside of you during this action. Swinging the ax, you decapitated her head in a way it would’ve made the green-eyed hunter proud, the blood splattering onto your face before she could open her mouth and feed you more lies to stop you from your yearning for revenge. Now you just wished you had woken up sooner from this nightmare.

Sobbingly, your knees dropped to the concrete next to Dean’s body and the ax fell out of your trembling hands. Tears collected on Dean’s shirt, mixing with his blood. Suddenly, you felt his hand grasp yours with all the strength he had left, strenuous breaths leaving his chest as he tried to fight and stay alive, knowing he’d lose that battle soon enough.

“Y/N… I-, I love you,” he choked out and smiled weakly, “You’re safe...”

“Shh…shh… it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, okay? Neither are you. You understand me? I’ll always be here, right where you are,” you sniffled and squeezed his hand tightly. “I love you so much. You’re everything to me, okay? There’s no one else like you. You’re the fucking best. There’s only one of you, so don’t you fucking dare and leave me. I need you. Sam needs you. We all need you, okay? Please don’t go. Please, please don’t leave me here alone,” you cried into his chest, your voice barely audible as you continued to mumble the same words over and over until you felt his breathing stop and his heart flatline. “Dean, please… I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry…”

Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

You couldn’t remember how long you sat there – in a puddle of your boyfriend’s blood, all alone in silent darkness, inconsolably crying until your body had no more tears left to give and the last bit of fight left your spirit.

Love had always been quiet for you. It snuck up on you, slow, steady, and silent. You never saw the warning sign until love was right in front of you, grabbed you by your throat, and knocked all air out of your lungs. And now?

Love was dead.

It’s perfectly fine to yell at me now. I deserve it. If you need more screaming space, here’s my ask box. Love y’all 😘

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[buckybarnesdollface]

First One Loses

Summary: Bucky and Reader have to make everything a competition, to the point where it drives the rest of the team nuts. But can their competitiveness lead to something more than the sexual tension between two frenemies?

Warnings: Smut, Female reader 

          “Ha! I win!” I exclaimed, jumping up from the couch excitedly as the Penguins scored the winning goal against the Rangers in overtime. The scowl on Bucky’s face was dark, and the others rolled their eyes. I grinned as I held out my hand to Bucky. “C’mon, Barnes, pay up. My team beat yours, you owe me.”

           “I hate you,” he grumbled as he dropped a crumpled twenty-dollar bill into my palm. I stuck my tongue out at him as I pocketed it, and his glare intensified.

           “Do you two have to make everything into a competition?” Steve sighed.

           “Yeah,” Sam agreed. “We can’t enjoy anything anymore without you two turning it into a game that turns into a fight. We’re just gonna start excluding you from things.”

           I shrugged. “Maybe if Barnes wasn’t such a sore loser…” I pointed out, and Bucky shot up from his armchair.

           “You know what, (Y/N) –” he started, but Steve hopped up and placed himself between us before it could escalate.

           “Enough!” he ordered, using his authoritative Captain America voice. “Now, we were going to watch a movie, but if you two can’t grow up long enough to do that then you can find somewhere else to act like children.”

           Bucky scowled. “I can behave, it’s her you should be concerned about,” he muttered, and I rolled my eyes.

           “Oh, shut it, Barnes,” I snapped, and then I turned to Steve with a sugary-sweet smile on my face. “We’ll be on our best behaviour, Stevie, I promise. I’m just gonna go grab some snacks and drinks while you boys pick out a movie.”

           With one last smile I headed out to the kitchen. I had just emptied a bag of tortilla chips into a bowl when Bucky stalked into the kitchen, blue eyes narrowed into slits.

           “Next game, fifty bucks,” he snapped, and I snorted.

           “Oh, honey, when are you gonna learn that your team never beats mine?” I taunted as I pulled a jar of salsa out of the cupboard. “If you want to win at something, maybe pick a different game.”

           “I’ve beat you at plenty of things,” Bucky shot back. “For instance, you’d never win in a one-on-one with me.”        

           “The hell I wouldn’t!” I cried. “I’d kick your ass, old man.”

           “In what universe, doll? The only reason I’m not proving I could beat you is because maybe I’d feel slightly guilty if I hurt you.”

           I barked out a laugh. “The only reason I’m not proving to you that I’d win is because I don’t want to embarrass you in front of the guys. Imagine how it would look if the Winter Soldier got his ass handed to him by a girl.”

           “Don’t call me that,” Bucky snarled, eyes dark as he fixed them on me intensely. I bit my lip, meeting his eyes with a challenging gaze.

           “Or what…James?”

           What happened next happened in a blur. Suddenly, Bucky’s vibranium hand was around my throat as his large body trapped me against the counter. His grip was neither tight enough to cut off my air supply nor leave bruises, but it was enough to remind me that he could very easily crush my windpipe if he wanted to. For a split second I was paralyzed, afraid that maybe I had finally pushed him too far. Ever since we’d met our relationship had consisted of trying to best each other at almost everything while getting under each other’s skin, but it had never resulted in anything more than banter. But now, as my breaths quickened and my heart hammered against my ribcage, I feared I’d crossed a line.

           So when Bucky’s lips crashed against mine, my eyes widened in shock. He tasted of iced tea and his hand on my throat was cool, and it took a moment before I could gather my senses enough to shove him away from me. He released his grip on my throat but didn’t step back, his body still dangerously close to mine.

           “Barnes, wh-what are you doing?” I stuttered. His eyes were still intense as they continued to hold mine.

           “What’s wrong, (Y/N)? Did you think I was actually going to hurt you?”

           “Of course not,” I scoffed, but Bucky shook his head with a smirk.

           “I could feel your pulse, doll; your heart rate spiked,” he murmured. “So either you were scared, or you’re a lot filthier than everyone thinks you are. Which one is it?”

           Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t do something to me. I shouldn’t have even entertained the thought; I should have pushed past him and taken the snacks to the common room so we could watch the movie with Steve and Sam. But ever since I’d met Bucky there had been unresolved sexual tension between us, and my curiosity to see how he planned to resolve it outweighed my ability to make good decisions.

           “You don’t scare me, Barnes,” I said defiantly, and with a grin Bucky’s lips were back on mine. His hands found my hips as mine clenched at the front of his black t-shirt, backing me up against the counter, and when my teeth grazed his bottom lip he growled into my mouth.

           “I had a feeling you were the type of girl to like it rough,” he breathed, hands on my hips tightening. I tugged at his shirt to pull him closer to me.

           “Are you telling me you’ve given this some thought, Barnes?” I taunted. His lips were hot on my throat as I spoke. “Do you think about me at night while you’re lying in bed and can’t sleep?”

           “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, (Y/N),” Bucky replied as he nipped playfully at the shell of my ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

           “Oh, you mean the disgust?”

           Bucky laughed. “You can use sass to deflect all you want, doll; doesn’t change the fact that you’ve thought about this as much as I have.”

           He wasn’t wrong. I’d thought about what it would be like more often than I’d like to admit even to myself – Surely with a body like that, it wouldn’t disappoint. I only smiled demurely, though, fingers closing around Bucky’s belt buckle to pull him closer to me.

           “A lady never tells,” I murmured. Bucky’s smirk was wicked.

           “I don’t see any ladies here.”

           I rolled my eyes as my fingers undid his belt buckle and then popped the button of his jeans. “Shut up for once, Barnes,” I growled, “so we can do this before Steve and Sam come looking for us.”

           Before I could get my hand in his pants, Bucky was lifting me and sitting me on the cool marble countertop and standing between my legs, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re such a romantic,” he taunted as his hands rubbed up and down my thighs. I huffed.

           “Fuck you, Barnes.”

           “That’s the plan.”

           Then his mouth was back on mine, hands exploring skin under shirts as tongues fought for dominance. When we broke apart to catch our breaths, I grinned mischievously.

           “How about we make this interesting,” I suggested, and Bucky cocked a dark eyebrow.

           “More interesting than us hooking up in the kitchen where anyone could walk in on us?” he said, fingertips grazing the skin just below the cup of my bra. I suppressed a soft moan and flashed him my brightest smile.

           “First one to make a noise loses.”

           I watched as Bucky’s eyes went from widening in shock to narrowing as a slow grin spread across his face. “(Y/N)…” he murmured, squeezing my hips playfully. “What will the stakes be, though?”

           “If I win,” I said, “you have to do all my paperwork for a month.”

           “Deal,” he said, more quickly than I had expected. I arched an eyebrow.

           “That easy? Wow,” I said, almost cautiously.

           Bucky’s smile was a mile wide. “And if I win,” he murmured, “you go on a date with me.”

           I blinked, thinking maybe I had heard him wrong. But his smile never faltered, bordering on smug as he watched what was sure to be an entire rollercoaster of emotions on my face. Finally, I shook my head, confused.

           “I’m sorry, did you say a date?” I asked incredulously. “Barnes, are you messing with me?”

           “Not at all, doll,” he replied. “If I win, we go out on a date. I get to pick the time and place. Do we have a deal?”

           “A date.” My head was still reeling. Bucky’s hands on me had stilled, and although his smile was still playful his eyes were serious. I pursed my lips, unsure of what game he was playing at, but finally I exhaled a sigh and nodded. “Fine. Deal. Game on, but only because I know I’ll win and I won’t have to worry about it.”

           Blue eyes sparkling, Bucky captured my lips in another hungry kiss. My hands were back at the waistband of his jeans, fingertips dancing along the skin of his abdomen and as his muscles clenched under my touch I grinned into the kiss. Tugging down his zipper, I slipped my hand into the denim and palmed him through his underwear, delighted with how large and solid he was. I could feel his sharp intake of breath as his lips briefly stilled against mine, but no noise came out and my brows furrowed together in frustration. Hand slipping past the cotton of his boxer briefs, I gripped him in my hand, marvelling briefly at how hot and heavy and velvety-soft yet rock-hard he was, and then gave a few experimental pumps.

           Bucky’s breath came out ragged and his hands on my waist tightened in a bruising grip, but still no noise. When I pulled back to meet his eyes, though, he looked absolutely wrecked and I could feel the arousal pooling in my panties. His hands found the waistband of my leggings and tugged lightly, and I lifted my hips so he could slide them and my underwear from my body to be discarded on the floor at his feet. My fingers were still wrapped around his throbbing member, but when Bucky’s flesh hand snaked between my thighs to swipe lightly through my folds, I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning, my grip on him tightening involuntarily.

          Bucky’s teeth clenched, but then he pulled his hand away from me and I was about to glare at him until I watched him lift his fingers, glistening with my arousal, to his mouth to suck them clean, his eyes holding mine the entire time.

          Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest, most sinful thing I had ever seen before. Unable to wait a second longer, I hooked my legs around Bucky’s waist to pull him closer, my hand guiding his length to my entrance. With sparkling eyes he took over, sliding his member through my slick folds before sliding home in one powerful thrust.

          The air was momentarily knocked from my lungs, and my hands gripped Bucky’s arms – one hot flesh and one unyielding metal – to ground myself. He only gave me a few seconds to adjust to his size before he was pulling out and then pushing back in, setting a ruthless pace that had every nerve in my body buzzing with pleasure. I had imagined sex with Bucky would be good, but this – This was on an entirely different level from what I had ever experienced before. I was climbing higher and faster than I’d thought possible, and even though I wanted to be able to drag out this feeling as long as I could, I knew it was only a matter of time before Steve and Sam started getting suspicious.

          Bucky’s mouth had been planting sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on my throat, but now his lips had made their way back up to claim mine heatedly. His hands on me were dizzying, bordering on possessive, holding me tight to him as he drove into me with vigor. My legs around him tightened, one hand under his shirt to rake my nails down his back while the other carded through his hair to tug at the ends. It was all tongues and teeth, hot flesh and desperate grasping, and as we climbed higher it felt less like a competition of who could make who cry out first, and more like a need to be as close to each other as humanly possible.

          Trying to focus on my original goal, I purposely clenched around Bucky and rolled my hips, but his resolve was iron-strong and the only thing I earned was a particularly hard thrust as his teeth nipped at my jaw. When his vibranium hand snaked down to rub circles on my clit, that was it; I couldn’t stop the low moan that vibrated past my lips. I wanted to be mad at myself for losing our bet, but Bucky’s cock and his hands and lips were playing me like a violin and all I could focus on was how tight the coil in my stomach was.

          “Bucky…” I whined, completely succumbing to my defeat, and a growl rumbled in Bucky’s chest as he continued to piston his hips into me.

          “Come for me, doll,” he panted, fingers working my clit furiously. He swallowed my moan in a deep kiss and then pulled away, his forehead pressed to mine. “C’mon, (Y/N); you’re close, I can feel it. Come for me, baby girl.”

          And just like that, the coil snapped and stars exploded in my eyes. I bit down on Bucky’s shoulder to muffle my cry, and then Bucky’s hips stuttered and he was emptying himself inside me with a quiet groan. For a minute we stayed there, clutching at each other as our breathing slowed, and then Bucky was pulling out of me and I slid off the counter onto unsteady feet.

          I coughed, trying to fill the now-awkward silence, and as Bucky handed me my discarded clothes, I mumbled a thanks. As I yanked my leggings back up my legs, I watched Bucky shimmy his hips back into his jeans before buckling his belt. I was waiting for him to say something, but he was being frustratingly silent.          

          “Steve and Sam are definitely wondering where we are,” he finally said, grabbing some beers from the fridge. “We should get back in there before they ask too many questions.”

          “Wait.” I shook my head. “After what just happened, that’s all you have to say?”

          “Of course not, doll,” he said, and then he came over and stood so that I was caged between him and the counter. His smile was wicked as he leaned in until his face was centimetres from mine, and I hated the way my body was reacting to being this close to him. “Tomorrow night,” he murmured, hot breath fanning over my face, “wear something pretty for our date.”

          With that he pulled away with a wink and turned, heading back to the common room. I glared after him, but it was half-hearted. My stomach was doing flip-flops and I tried to suppress them as I grabbed the chips and salsa and followed Bucky to the common room.

          “So what movie did you guys pick?” I asked as I walked in, forcing myself to act as if nothing had happened. I set the chips and salsa on the coffee table and popped a chip into my mouth.

          “Top Gun,” Steve replied, and I nodded my approval. I turned to my chair as Sam hit ‘play’ on the remote, but froze when I found Bucky sitting there, grinning up at me like the Cheshire cat.

          “Something wrong, doll?” he asked, face smug, and I could feel my neck grow hot.

          “You’re in my chair, Barnes.”

          His arms swept wide around the room. “There are plenty of seats in here. You can’t claim a chair as yours.”

          “Except I always sit there,” I growled, and Bucky shrugged.

          “That sounds like a you problem.”

          “Fine,” I said, and then I walked over and plopped down into his lap. “If you won’t move, you’ll have to share.”

          I could feel Bucky’s muscles tense up beneath me, and Steve and Sam both looked at us with wide eyes. I only adjusted myself in Bucky’s lap, though, making myself more comfortable, and finally Bucky’s arm circled loosely around me as he chuckled.

          “I guess I can share,” he teased lightly, and Sam shook his head.

          “You two are the worst,” he griped. “Just…keep your hands where we can see them. You’ve already defiled the kitchen; this room is off limits.”

          I blanched. “What?”

          Steve rolled his eyes. “Do you really think we don’t know what was going on out there?” he asked. “I don’t care how quiet you think you were being; you seem to forget that supersoldier hearing is a thing.”

          The blush crept up my neck, and Bucky chuckled ruefully. “Sorry, Stevie. We’ll behave.”

          “You’d better. Goddamn animals,” Sam grumbled. My embarrassment grew, but as the movie started to play the guys’ attention was diverted. Bucky’s arm around me tightened and his lips were light at my ear.

          “How about we make that date tonight instead,” he murmured. “I wanna do this right, but I also don’t think I can wait until tomorrow night to be inside you again.”

          I sucked in a sharp breath. “Bucky…”

          “Ssh, doll, I told Stevie we’d behave. Watch the movie, and I promise I’ll make tonight a night you’ll never forget.”

          A shiver ran down my spine, but I strengthened my resolve and settled in to watch the movie. After all, I was never one to back down from a challenge.

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[abbynx]

La Squadra Esecuzione during prom Headcanons

So like.... A normal AU of sorts combined with High School AU so yes Genre: Romantic, headcanons, crack-ish, AU Warning: Alcohol consumption, teen drinking

Formaggio: - Goes to prom sporting a white dress shirt, orange bowtie, tanned suspenders, tanned pants and dark brown dress shoes. Also wears a gold watch and a brown fedora with a green lining - He picks you up rather late, but he knows the vibes with people during prom and usually, the time of meeting plan will usually be delayed due to unexpected disasters occuring. - Has a bouquet of cliché ass roses to give to you when you meet. As soon as he lay eyes on you, his mouth would be a crack open, eyes wide. Once you point his out, he tried to recover from this with a clear of his throat, and checks you out. "Damn bro, you look beautiful." His voice would crack if he were to continue to speak. Will forget to give you the flowers, so point this out and he will practically almost shove on your chest and will profusely apologize if he were too rough. - Will hog the buffet. If there's no buffet, he'll be intensely disappointed and the whole prom night will be ruined. But you're by his side, he's happy... Bust still he will be a little hangry >:( - He will photobomb in every picture his gang will take. So if you want a picture perfect picture to be posted on Instagram, there will be a blurry figure of this dude making kissy faces or sticking his tongue out. Join him if you want, it'll make him happy while the others will pissed at you for not getting your date a leash to stop him from messing around. - He'll egg you on to spike the punch with alcohol. If you're not willing to risk your school record, he'll do it himself and will succeed at it. Now watch the chaos unfold as students get unknowingly drunk. - This boy will be busting down the moves on the dance floor. So get your dancing shoes on, and DANCE— - When the slow dance music comes on, he'll smoothly ask you for your hand for (marriage—) a dance. So if he is extremely hyper whilst dancing to pop, hip hop or whatever lovely music the DJ was playing, he is very distinctively different. Very slow, very gentle, very soothing. Just swaying by the music as the night ends. Often times he'll let you take the lead of the dance and hes okay with that. "You know Y/N..." He breathes out, as he lets you take the lead to the waltz. "I could get use to this... Us dancing like this... Inourweddingday—" "What?" "Nothing." He smirks, before letting himself be dipped down and twirled up again. Illuso - Goes to prom wearing a white dress shirt, light grey pinstripe waist coat with a matching light grey pinstripe pants, white gloves, black dress shoes and a purple necktie with a silver tie clip. He ditched the six pigtails in favour for a high ponytail secured with a purple hair tie. - Pretty boy here will be looking extra pretty tonight! No surprise that he brought a mirror with him to touch on his appearance multiple times. You will see him spray his face with those mist sprays to touch up his appearance. - He is fashionably late due to him tending on his appearance, but he makes it up to you by bringing flowers and sweets! Once he lays eyes on you, he plays cool by smirking but omg he is squealing inside. "Good evening, Caro/a. You look ravishing." He kisses the back of your hand, whilst keeping an intense eye contact. Bro, idk how you will stay calm and composed by this— - Will photobomb pictures with Formaggio, except he poses like a model instead of making funny faces. - Will get unknowingly tipsy from the punch and flirt with you and will be extra touchy, slinging his arm around your shoulders when sitting down, and will wrap his arms around your waist. "Caro/a~ you look so damn hot in your dress/suit~" - Refuses to stand up and dance to lively music. Let Formaggio and the others egg him on and with the influence of his tipsy-ness, before he takes offense and dance like there's no tomorrow. So if you're not dancing with him, get your camera's out, Melone has his one out. - Will not stop giving you compliments, so enjoy getting bombarded with it every single time. This behaviour is being influenced by a little drop of alcohol and encouraged by

what he truly feels about you. So enjoy while it lasts. He is extra clingy, and will accompany you everywhere you go. If you manage to slip away from him, he might just cry searching for you. "Caroooo/aaaa where are youuu?" - And amidst the slow dance part, he will indulge and lead. So prepare, bro, he has prepared himself just for this moment. He gives me pompous theatre kid vibes, so expect the dance to be so grand and fairytale like that students would be staring at you two. Prosciutto - Whoooooo bro, if he looks glamorous like he normally does, it will be multiplied tonight in Prom. Like bruh chill, you're attending a high school prom, not your own wedding— So for prom he is dressed to his best, sporting a black dress shirt, navy blue waist coat, a dark navy blue double breasted coat with small, gold vine designs around the cuffs of the sleeves, navy blue pants, yellow necktie with navy blue curly vine detailing and a pair of black dress shoes. His hair is styled the same, because he looks hot with it. - He is very quick at preparation, and so he expects you to be the same. If not, he'll take the time to assist you in preparation whilst sternly lecturing you about the importance of time management. Once finished, he'll press a kiss to your cheeks and compliment how you look. "You're glowing, my love," he whispers to your ear, before standing straight and offering you an elbow. "Shall we?" - Refuses to get up and dance to lively music, because he thinks it's too peasant-like 💅✨ No amount of egging will convince him because he thinks he's too sophisticated for something like that - He snuck his own bottle of alcohol because he doesn't want to drink the punch spiked with cheap alcohol. This boy I swear. - Prosci is extremely classy, a huge gentleman, the type that will take his coat off and lend it to you if you're cold or offer you his handkerchief when you cry or whatever, will pull you a seat, etc etc. - Will only get up to dance when the music has gone slow and the lights are dimmed. He will step out of his seat, serve you a bow and offer you a hand. And with low, velvety baritone voice, he ask, "May I have the honour to dance with you?" - He leads the dance with grace and elegance enough to match with your capable pace. If you don't know how to dance, he'll take it slow and teach you the basic, let get the hang of it. He doesn't really care if you know or not, he just want you in his arms. - This is where most likely where you'd share your first kiss. Dancing the night away, chest to chest and clinging to each other whilst everything around you slowed and faded away, gazing into each others eyes until your sight suddenly darts down to his lips when he got the same feeling you wanted to share something amidst this evening to solidify your relationship with each other and take it to the next level. And so he'll gently lean, press his kiss against yours, and pulling away, only to go for it again. Pesci - Goes to prom wearing a black dress shirt, green bow tie, white coat that he left open, and some regular black shoes. He opted to dress simple unlike his overly grand older brother because of his insecurities getting to him first. - Very nervous. Like, shit bro, his hands were extremely clammy causing Pesci to be scolded by Prosciutto yet again for being nervous for no reason. - He was too damn chicken to ask you out to prom, and is now wallowing in his own misery by drowning himself drinking the funny tasting liquid Prosciutto brought with him, just watching you from afar laughing with your friends. Formaggio and Prosciutto are his biggest wingmen and are actively encouraging him to go get it, but Pesci was too damn shy. "Pesci, Pesci, Pesci," Prosciutto lectures, caressing his brother's face. "You and I both know you're good enough for Y/N. Look at them, they just stand still and miserable whilst their friends left to dance with their own partners. Are you going to allow that?" "Come on, Pesci! You can do it!" Formaggio chimes in. - And so with the egging done, Pesci sucks a

breathe and walks to your table when your friends have gone to dance the night away with their partners. He was a sweaty mess, opting to run away the last minute, when Prosciutto and Formaggio pushed him forward, which automatically got your attention. "Oh hi, Pesci!" He felt his would left his body when your attractive face turned to him with a smile. His chest hammered heavily, drowning his ears out with heavy cacophonous beats of his own heart. - So there you were, just smiling at him, confused to why he approached your table and just stared at you. You noticed the way he trembled, connected two and two together and stood from your seat and offered him your hand. "Would you like to dance with me?" "Y-yes— I would love too!" The two wingmen were disappointed Pesci didn't initiated the suave introduction, but it is what it is. - Be patient with him, he is a nervous wreck and will profusely apologize when he accidentally stepped on your toes, and his palms were constantly sweating and will stop the dance just so he can wipe your hands with his handkerchief, apologizing. - So what you're gonna do is to put your hand atop his shoulders and look him in the eyes. "Pesci, calm down. It's just me. Breathe." And with that, his nerves are a little settled, took a breathe and regained a small bit sense of being calm and let you lead the dance. - After the dance ended, bows were exchanged, you gave him a peck on the cheek. "Let's go out tomorrow, yeah? Let's meet up by the park at five thirty. I'll see you there." You smirked up at him, before escorting him back to his seat. The boy was left speechless, but the red on his face says it all. Once you're out of ear-shot, Prosciutto and Formaggio would cheer for Pesci. Melone - Wear a violet dress shirt, a dark lavender waist coat, an extremely dark shade of purple coat, a magenta cravat, black shoes, and black gloves. I headcanonned him to be wearing a violet rectangular rimmed glasses due to his bad eye sight on his right eye during his younger days, so he's going to prom with his glasses off and with contact lenses on. His hair would be up to a half ponytail fastened by a crystal rose hairpin. - He came to you your house to pick you up, straightening the cravat on his chest, ready to fluster you to no end when he came face to face with you. You're too attractive that he lost his voice for a moment. He was too nervous too check you out and be a perve about it, holy shit why are you so damn beautiful djfnfkdjcjndcjmd - He looks suave, but honestly, he is a wreck. There will be moments wherein the charming veneer he has will collapse with the form of a voice crack or a stammer, but will immediately clear his throat and rephrase what he has to say. "H-hello Y/N uUHm—" his voice cracked, forcing his hand to fly up to his mouth to clear his throat and recover his charming veneer. "Good evening, Y/N. You look divine as always, tesoro~" - Honestly, just the best fucking person to be prom date and boyfriend because he will never bore you at all! Not with his four hundred choice of topic, you are not going to get bored! And besides, who does not want to hear this nerd talk passionately about his interest, interesting facts and whatnot? Don't you dare shut him up, look at that glimmer in his eyes when he's talking, you wouldn't want to ruin that right? - He. Will. Take. Pictures. A lot of it. Not just of the two of you together, but with his friends as well because he holds them dear to his chest. He will manage to get a shot of the two of you together without Formaggio photobombing in the background. So get him to take your picture for your new profile picture in Instagram or something because his photography skills are heavenly! And he doesn't really kind taking pictures of you, in fact, he loves that he gets to have more of your photos! - Will get easily jealous. And by that, enjoy Melone practically clinging to you, tightening his grip around your hand and giving an overly sweet smile towards the person making him jealous. Good luck with that

sweetie 😘 - Yo, due to his extremely overwhelmed reaction of your beauty, he won't stay silent for a minute to compliment you. Like, at all. But he's not charming about it, no, it just subconsciously slips out whenever he's deeply staring at you with sunset eyes and just the most adorable grin ever, whilst his heart within his chest can't stay still. And within this moment, he couldn't help but to press a gentle kiss on your lips because of how deep his desire and trance was. Will apologize frantically once realization struck him that he shouldn't be doing that without your consent and will sputter apologies. So kindly shut him up and return his kiss and that will leave him into a smiling wreck. - As soon as the music changed into a slow pace, the lights dimmed and the mood changed, he nervously looks over you and holds his hand out. "Would you like to dance, tesoro?" He graciously asked with an edge of anxiety in his voice. You simply smiled and put your hand atop his and let him lead you into the dancefloor and let him lead the dance. There's nothing more heavenly than being with you, to be honest. He's in peace but at the same time, panicked because a divine deity such as yourself decided to look more into his perverted character and saw a passionate nerd residing in him. You didn't look at him with revulsion, you laughed with him, and you love him. There's nothing more he could want than feeling your warmth and love. Ghiaccio - He doesn't really like the prom at all, and will bitch just about everything, to the food, the venue, etc like chillax Elsa— so his main complaints is that he sees this as a waste of time and money, as apparently this is just any other time in school, just in the middle of the night, dressed in formal attires. And for that thing in mind, he thought that getting a date was useless. Pfft, as if he can resist you—He wasn't going to attend this dumb event when he heard some boys wanting to ask a certain h/c friend of his into a date as a prank. So Ghiaccio squared the fuck up, and asked you out in a date, rather straightforward and blunt about it, so go and accept! - Sis be unrecognisable omg, you'd have to hear him scream about etymology before recognising this nerd lmao So he's out to go to prom wearing a light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, white and blue gingham patterned waist coat, red bow tie and black shoes. His hair is out of its curls, slicked back and he's wearing contact lenses and ditched his glasses. - Very confused as to why he attended for your sake, but went through with it because he can't stand seeing his friend experience that kind of pain. I mean, he can just tell you not to accept their offer, but he insists! "I'm not asking you out on a prom date because I wants to! I just doesn't want to those cazzos to take advantage of you!" He persists to insist with his furiously red, discoloured face. - Boi, stop teasing him before he turns completely red, voice at the its highest peak, and mad at you, because with your attractive looks alone he already can't control the colour of his face. If you stop, however, that doesn't mean La Squadra won't stop teasing him about it. So do him a favour, scold the others and give Ghia a break. - Warms up at the idea of prom because he realised how his friends and classmates enjoyed this... Especially you. The way you would just sit, listen to the music whilst eating, watching other students just vibe? Well admittedly he isn't warming up to it because his peers are enjoying it... But it's because the way you smile watching others enjoy this event. He is a massive tsundere but a romantic sap at heart, please help this boy— - So dancing... What you expected him to know how to dance? PFFT— NO, OVER HIS DEAD BODY— anddddddd somehow he found himself in the middle of the dancefloor, aggressively flailing his limbs around after Formaggio and Illuso called him incapable of doing so. - At the end of the night, once slow dancing was in session, he is a bit of hesitant to dance with you, as you saw him

dance earlier. He just does not know how to and other than that, he freezes up when he is within close proximity with you. But dang it Y/N, why do you look so damn envious watching your classmates dance? So Ghiaccio sucks it up, sighs and stood from his seat. "Wanna dance?" He grumbled. Oh bich, you better accept because he's only doing this once! - So he tried his best to ease up, lead the dance and just tries not to make a mistake. He's generally having a good time despite being so stiff and with his brows knitted together, I assure you he is enjoying! It's just his default appearance and he is really intensely focused on not stepping on your toes. Like the prom, he warms up to dancing because seeing you smile just makes him smile too. This would be the moment wherein he'd find beauty within your eyes in which he never looked upon before. He was always so drawn to your eyes just staring off into space, but never has he seen them up close... And they were certainly more prettier now that he is up close. Risotto - Like Ghiaccio, he doesn't see the point in going to these events. I mean, there's socializing but don't students do that every day already? He wasn't going to attend prom, seeing that he really doesn't know what to do in these events... Until you asked him out to go, so wyoom— fuck that, he's going! - Having the lack of knowledge about prom and being so indecisive regarding what he can wear, mix that with his desperation to impress you— he asks the only fashion Diva he knows of, Prosciutto over for advice or better yet, pick at the clothes in his closet for Risotto to wear. - He ended up going to prom wearing a black double waist coat and pants with silver pinstripes, red dress shirt, black and white stripped necktie, silver chains connected to his coat and pocket watch, and also black shoes. He let his hair down, combed down and parted to the side. - Mostly silent during prom, just watching other people vibe whilst drinking from the alcohol Prosciutto snuck in. He's not really comfortable participating into the party, he's more into watching them just vibe but he would appreciate it if you'd stay by his side not because he looks lonely, but you just genuinely want to stay with him and/or you're uncomfortable mingling with the crowd as well. - Will have his finger entwined with you the whole evening, complimenting you and your choice of clothing for the night. He just appreciates your company and secretly hopes to himself that you wouldn't ditch him for being so boring since he doesn't really what to do in these sorts of situations other than being a wallflower. It was selfish of him, but he knows you love him~ "Promise you wouldn't leave me?" Risotto whispers, his thumb stroking your hand for reassurance. "What? No!" - Will get easily jealous because he feels so damn self-conscious that he really doesn't know what to do in events like this! And by that, enjoy Risotto practically clinging to you, tightening his grip around your hand and giving a look towards the person making him jealous. Good luck with that sweetie 😘 - The only moment wherein he'd be getting near the crowd to mingle would be with you... He wanted you to experience something from him this night and so he decided to dance with you at the end of the night. And so when the mood was set in for a slow dance, he timidly hold his hand out for you to take, with his intense gaze boring to yours, he asks of you, "May I have the honour to dance with you?" - He'd have the biggest, most fucking loving smile when you accept as he gently takes your hand and lead you to the dance floor. There is, admittedly, a problem with the height difference but fuck that, you just wanted to dance. He just wants you to know that he's very appreciative of his nature to be unsociable and despite that, you stuck around with him instead of abandoning him to bond with your other sociable peers, and that he's the luckiest boy alive to be having such an understanding, such kind and thoughtful s/o. "Thank you... Very much, Y/N." Gelato and

Sorbet - Gelato would be dressed with a black turtle neck, dark grey coat, dark grey pants and shoes, with a silver chain hanging around his neck. His hair at its usual style. - Whilst Sorbet attended prom dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves folded to his elbows, brown waist coat with light brown pinstripes, with matching brown pants with the same pinstripe pattern, dark brown necktie and brown shoes. - Will lounge around like Risotto, and just vibe with the music, ya know? If you're up for some dancing with the three of them, hell ye sure, because there's nothing more enjoyable than spending with each others side! - If ever you decided not to drink, watch over Gelato with Sorbet because that boy will drink and his tolerance is whack. So not only are you on guarding duty with Gelato, but as well as the rest of La Squadra. So please, don't drink, Sorbet would very much appreciate for someone to be as sober as he is to deal with your drunken friends. "Gelato, please put the bottle down and get off the table—" Sorbet tries to lecture, whilst the aforementioned person tips over at rhe slightest with a bottle of alcohol at hand. "Y/N could tou help me over here?!" - Both of them are very chatty, surprisingly knows a lot of juicy gossips about teachers and classmates alike but they clarify that you should not repeat what you hear. So either you're out there dancing, or gossiping about everyone in school as you sat by your table. "Did you know Regina is cheating on Aaron?" Gelato whispers lowly meant for only your and Sorbet's ear. "Omg, really?" You whispered back. "I knew there was something up." Sorbet adds. - Three person waltz anyone? Hell yes. So all you need is precise movements and grace, but that's already taken care of since you three practiced in advance for this! It doesn't really matter if it were to be performed well, y'all just wanted a good time at each others company and that's that. - At the end of the night, Gelato's passed out from alcohol like the rest of La Squadra except of Pesci, you and Sorbet. So good luck loading your drunken friends into the vehicle. ~ Bonus ~ Prom King: Illuso Best dressed: Prosciutto Best dancer: Formaggio

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Y/n Kaminari

TW: smut, marijuana use. Characters aged up to 21! Shiggy discovers his quirk doesn’t work when he’s having sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink shiggy, consensual sex,

I realized I had been neglecting my dear villains, so. Shiggy Fuckers, because I know you’re out there. I’m one of them. Don’t say I don’t love you. Here you go.

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PART 2

It actually ends up being a month later till you see him again.

But not in the normal alley. No.

Right outside his hideout. So he thinks he must be seeing things. His brain must be showing him what he wants to see.

But then he sees two friends next to you and he realizes that’s not the case. It’s Saturday, he shouldn’t be surprised.

He wants to touch you, or at least have you look his way.

How desperate does that sound? So he keeps walking, walking towards his destination, which just so happens to be two stores past you.

Well damn.

Were his eyes deceiving him? Are you wearing his hoodie again? Fuck. You’re gonna kill him, and that baby blue skirt with fishnets? You’re gonna give him a heart attack. You’re going to give him a stroke. Because the way his hoodie scrunched around the skirt pulled the fabric up and you seemed to be getting irritated with the blue skirt.

He’s almost relieved when you don’t look up from whatever it is your friends are showing you as he gets into the dispensary, finally able to take a breath.

“Damn Boss, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He rolls his eyes at Dabi and walks behind the counter to get what he needs. Dabi mumbled something about a smoke break as he walked downstairs and Shigaraki nodded.

He mostly just needed a joint refill and a new cartridge but he grabbed an eighth anyway and sighs as the bell to the door signals someone had walked in.

“We’re closed for-“ but then he’s shutting up because as he stands up from behind the display, he sees you. Beautiful, right in front of him, perfect, squeezable, lovable you. Right in front of him and his eyes must be deceiving him right? You didn’t even notice him as he walked past. Right?

“Well damn, and I was hoping to get a few things-“

“Not to you- never to you.” Your eyebrow quirks at that.

“We’re never closed to you.” He’s blushing and you smile.

Tomura’s mouth went dry. He had already stuffed his new weed products into his hoodie pocket and was about to head downstairs to get prepared to be absolutely gone until he went looking for you tomorrow.

“Do me a favor and lock the front door? I’m going on a smoke break after this and I don’t know how long Dabi is going to take.” You blushed.

“How will I leave then?” You did it anyway and he just chuckles.

“You think you’re leaving babe?” Did he just? Yes. Yes he did. Oh my god he did.

If only he could just take you downstairs right now.

He was almost shocked when he heard what you were getting but then he felt you tug on his sleeve and he’s immediately forgetting that he’s supposed to be grabbing your products.

He seems to forget how to breathe when he finally urges himself to look at you. Really look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful and he knows that but he can’t help just wanting to fall asleep and wake up next to you, you’re so beautiful he can’t handle it at times. Your dyed blue hair had started to fade and it was fading into a pale little baby blue like his at the tips, still fairly dark at the roots. Needless to say. He was living for it, and the way you’d occasionally lick your lips and drag your tongue over your lip piercings.

When he finally wills himself to grab your chin he immediately leans in, and he wants to kiss you so bad but this stupid display is in the way, and he’s almost tempted to hop over it.

He doesn’t, instead opting to quickly grabbing the shit you ordered, stuffing it in a bag and dropping it on the counter. You grabbed it of course, but after that he’s leading you around the counter and grabbing your chin again with his pointer and thumb, just like every other time.

You’re the one that connects the kiss and after that he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and tapping your thigh.

You took the hint pretty quickly and let out a cute little ‘hmph’ as you slightly hop and wrap your arms and legs around him. Tomura only broke the kiss to walk down the stairs.

But you. You on the other hand. You were shoving your face in his neck and sucking dark purple marks that’d be visible to anyone who ends up looking his way tomorrow and the following days of the next coming week.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to take so long. I missed you so much.” He tightens his grip around you as he makes his way to his room.

You stop your attack on his neck and your legs seem to tighten around him involuntarily.

“It’s okay Shig, I know you can’t control it.” He groans at that. Why do you have to be so damn understanding? It’s frustratingly hot.

“Gonna fuck you so nice and full. How does that sound baby?” Baby? The whine that comes from you when he says it has him pulling you closer. Accidentally but not so accidentally pushing your waist closer to his, making his already hardening member in his uncomfortably tight jeans twitch.

He closes and locks his door behind him when he strides into the room, thanking god for Kurogiri cleaning the rooms today.

He’s gonna have to start working on his messes and get used to cleaning them up of course. Just not this one.

“I’m gonna make such a beautiful mess of you babe.” Babe too? The way he pinned you to his bed so quickly had your cheeks flushing.

“I think I wanna start with your pretty legs pushed to your chest huh? How does that sound baby?” You nodded quickly.

“Please Shig, I’ve been dreaming about it, please fuck me-“ he chuckles and a hand wraps around your throat with the obvious exception of one finger, and he grinds his hips against yours.

“You don’t have to worry baby, I’m definitely going to fuck you, but I have to make sure it’s good don’t I?” You nodded and he’s tearing through the crotch of your fishnets earning a whine from you.

“Shiggy! These are new!” He laughs.

“I’ll buy you new ones, look at how pretty they look on your legs. I can’t help but want to ruin you in them.” His four fingers drag across your legs, the soft fabric of the fishnets dragged across your legs and you sighed contently.

“I got them for you.” He pauses at that and his cock twitches in his jeans once again.

“What did you just say?” Your cheeks are flushed and you’re looking away timidly.

“I thought you’d like them. I guess I was right?” He nods quickly and he’s finally undoing his jeans and shoving them down just enough to pull himself out.

“I fucking love them.”

“I’m gonna make this fun baby, you’ll be too wrecked to even go home tonight.” If your legs would have been around him, you would’ve tightened them around him, he could feel the way your thighs tensed while he held them against your chest.

“Awe and your parents will probably be so worried!” You whined at that and you’re finally looking down at his throbbing member. He’s way bigger than you were expecting, but not scarily huge.

The moment he pushes your panties to the side and starts sliding in, you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders and clenching around him and he’s trying not to cry because you feel so good. You’re letting him do this and you like it. You want this just as much as he does, and because of that. He just can’t help the words that spill out of him.

“F-Fuck, s-so good, s- oh fuck, you’re heavenly!” And tears pool in his eyes as he and you both adjust because the euphoria you’re both feeling from just this is driving you both insane and his hips twitch forward.

“M’gonna move okay?” You nodded and as soon as he had placed his hand down on your thigh, he pulled away and halfway out of you, but the intensity of it all as he did it kept him from leaving your warm cunt.

“SHIT! Shit, Shit, Shit! Are you okay?” But you’re fine, in fact not a single scratch on you, and you’re just confused, but he’s too scared to risk it again.

“S-Shig, please move.” Suddenly he’s reminded of who you are. Where you both are. You’ve got tears in your eyes as you lead his hand to your neck, the same hand you should be decaying from currently. With his middle finger in your hand he squeezes your neck with a tighter force than you’re expecting but you moan and he’s dropping it. It wasn’t enough to hurt badly at all, it just caught you off guard, and apparently him too, his brain is rattled, you should be partially decayed right now.

“That was new.” He nods. Something seemed different in his eyes. He can’t focus now, not that he could before.

“I need to try something. Do you trust me?” You nodded and he goes for it.

He can pull away, is what he tells himself. But his whole hand is touching- no squeezing your thigh and nothing happens. So he puts his other hand down experimentally on your other leg and nothing happens.

That’s when his hands are pushing your thighs back to your chest and he’s plowing into you and you gasp and throw your head back.

“Shit- f-fuck Tomura slow down.” He halts his movements all together and bottoms out inside of you.

His hands let go of your thighs and you let out a breath of relief as you put them down. You were so incredibly full right now. On his end though, he’s holding on for dear life. The grip your cunt has around him is suffocatingly sweet and he’s trying to keep himself from cumming too soon.

“Hoodie off. As pretty as you look in it, I need to touch all of you.” He does the same, stripping his shirt and the same time, and twitching inside you when you take off his hoodie to reveal you were only wearing a bra underneath.

“You’re so beautiful. I need more of you. I need you so fucking badly it hurts.” You choked out a gasp when he twitches inside of you again.

“I’m here, I’m all yours, please move Shig I didn’t want you to stop.” You wrap your legs around his waist and the slutty shy moan you whine into his ear has him smiling.

“No Princess, you asked me to slow down. So I’ll take it nice and slow for you, okay?” He’s taunting you. You know he is, because his hands come in contact with the skin of your waist and the tears that had pooled in his eyes are slipping down his cheeks, but he wipes them quickly and pulls out to finally kick his jeans off the rest of the way. He’s just as desperate for this as you are. He’s just teasing you about it.

The slow thrusts he gives you once he’s inside you again make you actually start crying.

“Shig, please! Fuck me faster! I didn’t mean this slow plea-“ and you’re cut off by your own moans as he starts to pick up speed, bottoming out with each thrust and holding you against him for a good second every time your hips met.

“What would your parents think of you right now Y/n? Such a slutty little girl for your special villain huh? Fucking me in my dispensary and wrapping your thighs around my face in an alley? You’re all mine, isn’t that right pretty girl?” You nod quickly, but the words that come out of your mouth make him love you even more than before.

“I’m all yours Shig. I don’t care what my parents think, just want you, just wanna be with you.” His thrusts start to stutter at that but he recovers and suddenly grips your waist harder and thrusts quicker.

“Wanna be with me? Babe you are. You’re mine. No one will ever hurt you while I’m around.” His hips are stuttering and your legs are tightening around him as he spills into you and he’s wrapping his arms around you. Tears pool in his eyes once again and he’s holding you tightly against him as close as he possibly can while he fills you with his cum, and when he sees the way you’re looking up at him.

He goes feral.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine! Mine!!” Your vision blurs when he thrusts into you at a specific angle bottoming out once again as he stills and you cry out quietly but desperately while you cream around his cock.

“You’re all mine. My special girl. I love you so much. So fucking pretty when you cum babe. You’re so tight and warm. Gonna fill you so nicely and give you a baby. How’s that sound?” You nod quickly and he smiles.

“Good. So good for me babe. Gonna make you a mommy. You don’t mind, do you?” You’re whining and your legs are tightening around him, as well as your cunt. So fucking warm and welcoming, and he’s reveling in it.

“F-Fuck! Don’t d-do that, gonna make me cum again.” He’s whining and groaning in your ear as he pulls you closer and you push your hips up.

“I need you to fill me up Shig, I wanna walk around with your cum soaking my panties like you said, please, I need it Shig plea-nngh~” he’s thrusting again quickly.

He really didn’t need to hear anymore once you had said that.

“That sounds so hot babe, but you’re not leaving tonight. Not when it’s so dangerous at night, there are criminals. Don’t you know?” You let out a breathy laugh as he rolls his hips.

“You are that criminal Shig.” He leans forward, chest pressed against yours and his hands are suddenly roaming around your whole torso, squeezing and groping the skin as he wholeheartedly just feels you.

“Imagine the headlines Shig- Can’t you imagine? ‘Daughter of Pro Hero Electoplant gone missing?!’ Only for me to show up at home a few days later.” You’re laughing when you say it and he even chuckles with you, but the more he thinks about it the more he picks up the speed of his thrusts.

“Don’t want to leave you again. Just wanna cuddle all night and keep you warm.” His voice is cracking and his thrusts seem to slow stilling inside you as he shoves his face in your neck.

“Need to make sure you’ll come back to me.” He’s pressing his lips against your neck and it’s so foreign. Normally it’s his hands that wrap around your throat that makes you whine but as he nips gently and sucks roughly on your neck, you clench around him and he whimpers as he sucks harshly.

“If I’d have known that you loved me abusing your neck so much, I’d have started sooner.” Your legs tighten around his hips and it’s then that he realizes he stopped thrusting.

“S-So tight, fuck m’gonna cum again.” His voice is higher and he’s whining with each soft thrust as he pushes into you slowly again. The way you’re sucking him in has to be a crime because you’re so warm and squishy, and tight. He’s already convinced himself that he’s sleeping like this, buried inside you, that’s what he wants. needs.

“Gonna breed you. Fill you so nice and full. My beautiful baby. Gonna make such a beautiful mommy.” You’re cumming around his cock again as he says it, he had started to pick up his thrusts now and the thought of all of this was turning you on beyond belief.

You never really wanted kids, now thats different though of course. He’s changed everything.

“Doing so good Shig-“ he’s interrupting you before he himself can even register what he’s saying.

“Tenko. You say Tenko.” Your eyes bulge a bit as he picks up his speed.

“P-Please g-go harder Tenko plea-hnnGh~” Your whines come out desperately after that. You couldn’t seem to get a hold of yourself as he drills into you at a seemingly inhuman pace.

“F-Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! M’gonna cum. Gonna fill you so nicely with my cum and cockwarm you after.” His hands squeeze your hips and the sight of your mouth agape, tongue lolled out, and eyes crossed seems to engrave itself in his brain.

“Say it again babe. Call for me, say my name.” You gasp out a desperate whimper and your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders.

“T-T-Tenko, please! F-fuck-“ you’re cut off by more whines and moans as he drills into you harder.

“So close. S-So fucking close babe.” He tightens his grip on your hips even more and you’re squealing as you squirt around him and he fills you up one final time.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight Y/n.” He lays his head on your chest and catches his breath.

“Can I stay? Feels so good.” He lifts his head to look at you and you nod quickly.

“M’so full Shig-“

“Tenko. Never forget what you’re allowed to use that others don’t know.” You blushed and clenched around him earning a nice gasp from him as he looks down to your connected areas.

“Tenko you’re so pretty.” Your hand reaches to cup his cheek and he tears up.

“W-What..?” He looked like he was going to cry as he looked into your eyes now, which ultimately wasn’t your goal.

“T-THAT’S NOT A BAD THING-!” You sputter and kiss his forehead while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I know. I just- I’ve never- I never thought that-“ he cuts himself off by shoving his flushed face in your neck.

“You’re so fucking pretty Tenko. You keep me so safe and make me feel so special. It’s weird but if I didn’t have you I think I’d be losing my mind being stuck in that stupid pro-hero family.” He snickers.

“Don’t you have your license?” He’s snickering as he says it and you nod.

“Yeah, but I’m not an active hero, I only use my quirk when people are actually in trouble and I see it. Sorry but I’m not gonna become a hero just to be a shitty one.” He nodded. He admired your opinion on it to an extent. But why did you think you’d be a shitty one?

That’d be a question for another day, because his level of fatigue is finally starting to hit him and he’s falling asleep on top of you.

The next morning he’s still buried inside you with his arms wrapped tightly around you, but your phone is blowing up with messages from your friends, mom and dad, and Denki and you can’t reach it without shifting a bit.

“Damn it.” You felt the man on top of you managing to tighten his grip on you.

“Don’t leave me. Not yet. M’not ready yet.” His voice cracks as he says it, and you send your family group chat a quick message.

‘I’m with a friend. Be home soon.’ You were moving out in a few days anyway. It’s not like they could ground you.

“I’m not leaving Tenko. Just had to text a few people.” You’re reminded of those people as they start to spam your phone again.

Demanding that ‘NO! YOU NEED TO COME HOME RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!’ Not that you listened.

“I’m moving.” He tenses, and you can tell he’s scared to ask the question.

“Where?” You smiled.

“You know the apartment complex right across the street from my favorite sweets shop?” Please. Because if you’re playing with him, it’s not funny.

That’s five minutes away from here. He nods and you gasp as he makes a move to finally start pulling out of you.

“So there?” You nodded quickly and he chuckles.

“Come shower with me. Nothing else, I promise.” You nodded and you could stand. It was the feeling of his cum starting to move that mad you sit right back down.

He snickers and picks you up with the exception of his middle fingers again.

“Having issues?” You simply let out a cute little, ‘hmph.’ So he decides to leave it at that.

“Thank you.” You’re confused when he says it.

“For what?” He sets you down in the warm water that he had started running and the familiar feeling of his cum starting to run out of you comes back as he steps in.

You should be disgusted. Grimacing in fact. But as his cum finally starts to leak out of you he can’t seem to answer you for what he’s thankful for.

“That’s- I uhm, I-“ his face flushes and he shuts up when he realizes you’re just as flustered as he is.

“Y-Y-Fuck. You look so pretty like this. So vulnerable all for me.” He whispers it in your ear and the thought of you grabbing his dick never even crossed his mind. But then you do it, and he can’t help but fall a little more in love as you run your thumb over the slit of his tip, earning a loud whine as he bucks his hips forward.

You both eventually get out of his room. After more sex of course and more of his cum being stuffed inside of you.

What you really weren’t counting on however, was running into Pro Hero Hawks as you leave Tomura’s room, as he comes down the stairs.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Your dad said that you haven’t been answering your phone-“

“Well- I mean, it’s weird. Using your phone in a dispensary and all.” You shrugged and he chuckled.

“For a whole day?” You coughed and sputtered before speaking again.

“Well! I should be on my way! Don’t wanna keep the pro heroes waiting!” You gave him little finger guns and Hawks grabs your wrist only for you to yank it away quickly.

“Don’t touch people for no reason Takami. It makes you seem pervy.” He goes to grab you again but you swerve past him to walk up the stairs.

“Kaminari! Are you a villa-“ you laughed before he could finish.

“No. I’m just fucking one-“ you cut yourself off by slapping your hands over your mouth.

“Welp. I outta go.” You’re up the stairs and out the door before he can say anything else, and it’s then that he sees Tomura leave the same room you came out of.

“I’m sorry. What?!”

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Ink Drinker / Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader], Chapter 5

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synopsis: Ivar was only meant to be a friend with benefits, but he caught feelings for his older brother’s best friend, and co-worker: you.

pairing: Ivar x F!Reader

***content warning [PLEASE READ]: this chapter is quite gruesome, please read at your own risk. yes this is based off of a trauma call I actually went to, and yes I am sparing some of the sicker details because it truly was one of the worst calls I had ever walked in on. and yes, it actually happened this way and yes, this helps me heal from it. ok, that is all.

author’s note: I’m so sorry.

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A sinful noise comes from Ivar’s mouth in the exact moment you entered in through the threshold. Truthfully, the sound sent a shiver down your spine, worrisome as the twenty four hour shift ended and Ivar had chosen to go to your flat last night, not his own. 

“Why are you in my house, Ivar?” You say to him, eyes scanning over his half naked body as it tangled throughout the sheets, biceps set to curling around the rather feminine color of your duvet.

“Good morning to you too,” Ivar says back with a yawn that croaks from his mouth as he pulls the covers back. “Come lay with me,” Your mind rolls ideas between your ears, behind your eyes as you calculate why Ivar willingly came to your empty place the night prior, when he knew you were working yourself to death on the back of a never ending ambulance.

“That didn’t answer my question, Ivar,” Your voices teases him as you walk about the small space, pulling pins from your collar. He goes silent after your statement, moving the blankets to cover his face out of a twinge of embarrassment, not sure how you would take to learning that he felt better here. Felt happier, even when you weren’t home it gave him that sense that he wasn’t alone. You peek your head back to make out the large mound under the duvet, Ivar rolling under it and flopping on to his stomach. Tossing the discarded blues into your hamper, the tags, keys, pins and your tactical belt are all put away neatly in their homes as you pull on a shirt that no longer has a real shape to it. Ivar’s eyes peel open when you creep the covers off of his face, the cold air rushing against his skin and you’re in his vision—not as blurry to his glasses-less eyes as you make way to snuggle into him.

“Don’t want to creep you out,” Ivar says to you lowly, voice hoarse like sandpaper, scratching in its new use and you only turn your head to give him a sideways look. “It makes me feel better to be here,” He finally admits, fingers busying themselves with the loose hem on your shirt as he still won’t look at you. “Makes me feel less alone even if you’re not here,” You want to sigh, you want to cup his cheeks and push them together like he’s a toddler who’s being too damn adorable for your undertaking, but you can’t. These are words that took him a while to finally speak, progress for what darkness seems to leech in his mind at all hours, and now only a sliver of light comes through because he’s telling you how he feels. The reasoning behind it all, the baring of his soul on the bedsheets and stark naked with his emotions.

“You can come here whenever you want Ivar, you know that.” You say back, eyes searching his and they close briefly, sighing in a moment of relief because you’re not throwing him out on to the street for his choice. “Anything that makes you feel better, you should do,” You tell him, a peck to the corner of his mouth as you settle against him. “As long as it’s legal,” You add quickly, picking your head up in haste to move your point across and Ivar only chuckles as you do.

“You know what makes me feel better?” Ivar whispers and he’s climbs over you, pressing a weight to rein over you and you giggle. Sluggish as he moves with his hair tickling your face and he’s finally made the leeway with his figure, bending his forearms to catch his weight.

“What makes you feel better?” You ask him, looking up at this man who is so hopelessly in love with you he doesn’t even care to hide it on his face.

“You make me feel better,” Ivar tells you and the words hardly escape before his lips are against yours. Languid and soft, relishing in how your nails scratch up his back, humming as they press along his skin like keys on a piano and he finally drops his weight. Laying over you as his lips find their place on your pulse point, grazing the skin like thousands of little needles and you let a breathless moan pass from your tongue. Ivar only hums in response as his mouth stays busy, splotching you and navigating the skin to make sure more of the dots will stay hidden when you put your blues back on. His forehead rests on the length of your collarbone, his hand moving around the mattress to find yours. “I’ve never been in love until I met you,” Ivar whispers against you skin, sinking the praise into your pores and it shatters your heart but repairs it just as quickly. Resting his cheek he finally looks up at you, dragging his fingertips down your nose and there’s a low light that’s dancing off of his features, paling his blue eyes as he gazes at you.

“I love you, too Ivar,” You say softly and you mean the sentence with every single fiber in your body. You’d say it until you were blue in the face if it helped to heal every demon in his mind. He smiles as you say it, like he still can’t believe his luck.

“Want you—but I know you’re tired,” He mumbles and his lips take back to the game against your skin and you know he doesn’t mean to try to turn you in his favor. But you tell him about the coffee you had—more than you should have had if you planned to sleep some of the day away and he’s moving back over you again. Worshipping you with each press of his lips, each roll of his hips as he grinds down against your spread legs. He’s not rushed with how he feels you, how he only kicks his pants off and pulls your bottoms off as you undress fully for him, his eyes just watching your skin as he kisses each knee cap and then he’s back over you. Mouth against yours as the tip of his cock brushes against your opening, how that small notion is already so heavenly and when he’s finally pushing into you, you’re holding back on to him. Letting him know you’re there as he moves slowly in the morning light. Heavy breathing and soft mews between the both of you while Ivar brings you to your peek with the rolls of his hips and his tongue on yours. And he falls with you, panting and coating your walls and humming in pure contentment because this is a sensation he never wants to forget, never lose, as long as he lives, sleeping the morning away tangled between you and the sheets.

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It had rolled into another slow morning left with nothing other to do than mop the bay’s floors and terrorize Hvitserk with unruly sprays from the soap gun. Laughing as he flinched, all but made inhuman noises whenever your aim got closer to his pristine blues. You two had gone on coffee runs, stopping to grab lunch and snacking away with boots up on the benches as another unrealistic drama show flashes from the screen. It was a bright change for the days that you two had spent together, but the quietness was never welcomed completely without the slow thoughts of what was to come lingering behind it. A car into a semi-truck. Hvitserk tipped his head back and groaned so loudly he nearly fell backwards from his chair. At least you were just able to blaze through the streets of town with loud horns and bright sirens and command the authority to have everyone bow to your right of way. 

It was warm, growing increasingly so in the last few hours and the sun hung well above the road. Scattered with the remains of scrap metal, tangled mess of a car and the comically unbent eighteen wheeler. The fire engine met you on the scene, already blinking with two police cars and in your maneuvering to park the rig close, you caught more of the vehicle wreck. A tangled mess of a black mustang and you could feel the blood drain from your face as your heart stopped.

“Hvitserk,” You whine and that snaps his attention from the back the rig as he’s pulling gloves for both of you. “Oh my god Hvitserk it’s Ivar,” You all but yell and he bolts from the back of the double doors to round the ambulance. And then he sees it. And you see it. Your partner takes off, no protective gear as a shield and you grab him, locking an arm to pull him back as a look of panic crosses him like a field. “Focus,” You hiss at him. “Do your job and fucking focus—you’re the best medic on the god damn team and you need to prove that right now,” But you could say the speech until you’re blue in the face, gasping as the words fall with no meaning because Hvitserk is out of control for the first time ever on a call.

“He’s awake in there,” A voice calls from the other side of the car.

“Get the trauma bag.” You call to your partner and then you take off, steel toes rounding the car and there’s no door to open anymore. Just a blown out rear view window that’s already been cut by those jaws. You see Ivar blink and your mind shuts off completely. 

“Hey baby,” His voice rasps when he sees you in his sight, picking his head up while the crushed front end of the car covers his legs like a blanket. Your heart is stabbed with a knife and you can’t worry about that right now, you can’t worry about how you feel because your uniform is telling you that you’re the only hope for the man you so deeply love.

“Ivar keep your head down please, I need you to stay as still as possible.” You tell him and Hvitserk makes his way behind you. 

“We need the take this side off!” Hvitserk’s voice calls to the fire department. The noise of his voice floats behind you and he pulls another fire fighter to aid him in the collection of equipment he’s sending to you.

“What’s that?” Ivar asks you and you’re reaching behind you for the c-collar. 

“This keeps your neck straight, Ivar, it’s very important that you don’t move. How else are you feeling?”

“My legs feel funny,” Ivar mumbles to you as you lock the device around his neck. At his words you peek down for the first time and your stomach rolls. Churning like a great open sea as you see the mess that is before the two of you. There is no clear cut determining factor of where his legs start and the car ends. 

“Ivar can you feel my hand right here?” You ask him as you have it on his thigh.

“I like it when you touch me there baby,” Ivar slurs and it’s a twist of his words drooling from his mouth as he’s trying to stay awake. Even as his body shuts down. Even with the same bastard smirk. You back out slowly and Hvitserk replaces your spot as quickly as he’ll allow; tunneled vision as he asses Ivar’s closest vein and through a shake in his fingers, hooks him up to a line. “What are you doing brother?” He asks and his voice is smaller now, like a child and Hvitserk only sadly smiles.

“This is pain medicine Ivar, so we can get you out of the car. You’re going to get really tired and I don’t want you to fight it, alright? I’ll see you when you wake up.” Are the last words Ivar registers and his world becomes dark.

The hiss of the saw catches your attention as you watch the sparks sizzle on the heated asphalt. Linens down on the stretcher and reflective gear covering you but your body is so cold, chilled and down right hypothermic as the car groans lowly once it is peeled apart. Like bark from a tree as it curls into scrap metal and Hvitserk cranks two tourniquets on each of Ivar’s legs. 

“Helicopter?” You call to him and he shakes his head.

“It’ll be faster if you drive him down to the trauma center. They won’t fly—it’s too cloudy today,” He calls back and you can’t help but think of the ever going joke about how the pilots don’t fly, even with only one cloud in the whole sky. There’s yelling, screams, the buzz of machines and too much noise but Ivar is still asleep, and you find comfort in the fact that he’s not seeing what you are. Your reflective vest catches the sunlight and it bounces into your face, mixes with your tear filled eyes and you wipe them along your sleeve to smear mascara and sweat. As soon as the command comes from around you that it���s safe, the car is stable and you can reach your patient, you waste no time.

It takes you, Hvitserk and two of the largest firemen on the team to pull Ivar from the wreck. Hooking around his arms and you can still smell his cologne over the burnt rubber that takes up home in your nostrils. His legs are crushed, obliterated and shattered and you’re queasy for the first time ever on a call. They drag behind him like dead limbs as he’s sliding up the back board. Hvitserk tears what was left of his jeans in adrenaline as he tries to wrap what he can to stay sterile but the injuries are far too extreme for you two alone to treat. The mess of mangled flesh and your heart breaks even farther as you see the art work on his skin now a waste because you know how Ivar loves his tattoos. They’re smashed and bent and somehow still there and if it were any other call there would be pictures being taken and you would be exchanging glances with your partner. Treating the rest of what he can and Hvitserk pales, because you both know Ivar may never walk again. 

From above his belt, Ivar looks normal—he looks like the man you saw this morning—your Ivar. Obvious contusions from the seat belt and the airbag, torn shirt cut right up the middle as you attach the stickers to his chest. The Like Pak squeezes an already bulged bicep for his blood pressure and it’s dropping quickly. The non-rebreather mask’s reservoir fills with oxygen and you watch the plastic palpate, the fingers in his left hand twitch like they do when he’s asleep. It feels like a nightmare, loud noises and beating sun with clouds that pass and every time shade greats you, you find another injury on his body. The motions come so simply because your mind has gone, sucked out the window and on a vacation because you need to focus on what you’re doing, now more than ever.

Protruding tibia bones look back at you, knee caps that are now mere powder mock you. You see his bones, you see his muscles, you see every inner part of both of his legs stabbed with shrapnel and the glass, raw and cherry colored, and you think you’re going to pass out as you pull the gurney to the machine that grabs it, sucking into the back of the ambulance. Hvitserk jumps back there you slam the doors so quickly, trying to shut that world out to focus on this one. And then you pull the ambulance around and gun it, sandwiching the peddle between your blood covered boot and the ambulance’s floor. Even over the sirens, the blare of the horn you can hear your partner praying. Praying to a God he doesn’t believe in for his brother to live through this as the monitor sings a tune that Ivar is crashing.

“Come on brother—don’t do this to me,” He curses and pulls another vile, cranks the oxygen flow and sends more fluid into his body. “Don’t do this to me Ivar. Not today. Not today, Ivar,” And the tears finally start again in your eyes as you curse the vehicle for not going any faster. For its limit of one hundred and twenty miles per hour on the open lane of the freeway because cars have spread. They’ve parted as this creature screams for them to obey and you see the cop cars ahead of you, trying to pave the way and then the flight car. Your section chief right on your front bumper and you know he can tell its you driving the ambulance. You’re the fastest driver he’s ever employed and now is the time to remember that—and your job as you all carry Ivar’s body from this battle, into a much worse one.

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Wonderwall

summary:Being trapped in space with tony wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to someone except when your running out of food, and water, and happen to be dating the guy who killed his parents...ok maybe it is the worst thing to happen.

Inspired by Into the blue

pairing: tony stark x reader x bucky

warning:starvation,depression,angst, hopeless feeling,cheating,implied smut

note: Don't expect the other chapters to be as long pfft Just this being the first one i wanted to get the entire plot out.

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Being trapped in space with tony wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to someone except when your running out of food, and water, and happen to be dating the guy who killed his parents...ok maybe it is the worst thing to happen.

This had all started almost a month ago when they were on a mission that meant going off of earth. To find the leader of the aliens that invaded new york. Who gave loki his army. It went as well as you'd expect leading to dead end after dead end. eventually you and tony decided it was time to return back to earth it was smooth sailing until something happened and the ship completely shut down and simply became a vessel floating. Tony tried to figure out what was wrong but seeing no damage and his suit running out of power left him having to go back to the ship and figure out what to do.

Suspecting that they couldn't be out there for more than 2 weeks they rationed the food and water between the two of them for that time. Slowly as time went on they realized they'd be there longer than expected. Slowly supplies ran out and tony was running out of solutions. y/n’s powers started to fall from her control as she got weaker. This made it hard for tony and y/n to be around one another.

Her powers are to control and manipulate thoughts and feelings. she could also make people see her thoughts. similar to wanda's except she couldn't create thought simply spread things she already knew.. Shes has them sense she was 5 and the older she got the more out of control they got. at 17 fury came to her and took her in. y/n and natasha got very close due to being there at such a young age. When wanda came they became close from similar powers. They showed her how to control her powers and use them for good. This felt similar to how she felt then. out of control whatever thoughts or want she had happened at a simple touch. She felt weak and powerless while also being powerful. Tony was currently in his mini lab trying to figure out how he could fix the suit.

y/n sat in the control room on the floor feeling empty. They were currently having to skip eating some days. This was hurting y/n more than tony and as such she could barely move anymore. sitting on the floor she was trying to get up but failing from tiredness. Tony came out his lab to see her eyes closed and head back. The soft breathing was the only way he knew she was still alive. They both looked like a wreck but y/n looked on the edge of death. “hey” tony said softly sitting next to her. “you shouldn't be here” she replied wearly still keeping her eyes closed and head back. “You won't hurt me. I trust you” tony replys sleepily. “mmm thank you but I can't control it anymore” she says softly. “Then I won't touch you” he says.

y/n finally cracks open her eyes. “How are you feeling?” tony ask. How was she? she wasn't sure herself. She felt sick and tired and her vision kept spinning. She couldn't even peel herself from the floor. she simply shrugged. “here” he says handing her an almost empty bottle of water. 

she shook her head “that's yours” she says pushing it back towards him. “I'm not the one about to shake hands with the grim reaper.” tony says pushing back the bottle. she sighs and grabs the bottle. as soon as the liquid touches her dry lips and chugs the rest of the water. 

“Better?” tony ask with concern. she nods “much” she replies with a satisfied sigh. “Tony... do you think we’ll ever get back home?” she ask finally turning her head and looking at tony. He gulps and looks over at her. Her eyes look broken a look once filled with happiness and hope and what felt like the sun is now a glance of tiredness not just as in needing sleep but tired of all of this mess. The look of someone broken and hopeless.

“no” is all he can say. She would know if he lied so why even try. she sighed looking down. “me either.”she says turning to look out the large window. It's all dark outside only light being the stars. For a few days it was such a beautiful view but now it's just a reminder they are floating farther and farther from home.

they sat there just staring out into the emptiness. Tony looked over at her. Her eyes were closed again and her breathing had deepened showing she had fallen asleep. He stood up grabbing a package of food leaving it for her. it was his portion and hers. She needed it more than he did. which is exactly what he wrote on the note he stuck on the package. Even on the verge of death he thought she looked beautiful. The thought threw him off. he shook it off assuming it was the tiredness and being together for so long. she looked very uncomfortable. 

Sitting back down he took off his jacket and laid her down on his lap. He placed his jacket on top of her to keep her warm. He stroked her hair starting to fall asleep himself. his brain starts to get fuzzy with what feels like a dream but not his own. He tried to pull away but felt stuck. The dream was or y/n and tony still on the ship. They were in the lab. They seemed happier. y/n walked over to tony and they kissed. not like it was the first time but like it was just any normal thing. after that tony finally pulled away. It took him a while before figuring out that was y/n’s dream. She had accidently spread her thought into his mind. He felt bad he wasn't intended to see that and she didn't intend for him to. 

Tony was left confused. Why would that be her dream? Why wouldn't she dream of being back at home happy with bucky. feeling her move he shoved his thoughts aside. her eyes opened looking up at him she softly smiled “hey” she said. “hey” he replied he wasn't sure on what exactly to say. She sat up and realized tony's jacket was on her. “This is a nice jacket” she said voice still covered in sleep. 

Y/n handed tony back his jacket. she tilts her head and reaches for the package of food. She reads the note and smirks. “Tony today isn't our day for food” she said. “you need to eat today. now. eat.”  tony said with a stern face. she sighed and opened up the container of food and got to eating it. She started to eat fast before tony grabbed her hand. “slowly or your body will shut down.”  he said. she nodded and ate slower. 

once she was done her eyes started to get droopy again. “hey um y/n?” tony said. She turned to him with a face to show she was listening. “your thoughts accidently got pushed into my head while you were asleep...” he said trailing off. she started to feel her heart speed up. She remembered her dream so she knew what he saw. “uh...” was all that came out when she tried to speak.

Tony shook his head “no no i get it we've been together for over a month ok I just uhm ok” tony said in a panic. Never before had tony been at a loss of words. “tony...” she said softly. “We aren't getting home and you and I have gotten closer than ever and I just I don't know...” she said looking down at the floor. She sighed “I just want the world to stop. The pain to stop for the inevitable of this to not seem so fucked!” she screamed feeling all the pain and anger in her rise. All the hurt she felt over all this time. “I need it to stop!” she yelled over and over. Tony grabbed her face. y/n stopped speaking. “Do you want me to stop it?” he asked looking over her face. She wasn't sure. This situation seemed so stuck and to turn it off would be amazing. She wasn't going to back in bucky's arms....ever. To just be touched and held by someone before their inevitable doom would be amazing. So that was it. “yes” she said softly.

With that tonys lips were on hers. It was soft and smooth. His touches and strokes. His lips and mouth were so soft. Everything he did was as if he would break her. This wasn't rough and wild sex this wasn't tony being a playboy. This wasnt love though it wasn't someone making love. This was the pain of two people who saw no way out. Two friends saying goodbye. 

After they laid together. y/n on top of tony as he held her close to him. his hand rubbed up and down her back as she slowly fell asleep. “Thank you” she said softly before falling into a slumber. He smiled at her. He felt his heart do cartwheels at the sight of her asleep, comfortable, and close to him. He knew this feeling and it frustrated him. He shook his head. He took this as simply being the fact that they had been up there for so long and had just slept together. Falling into a slumber he felt the weight of the world fall off her chest.

The next few days were better but y/n felt her body shut down more and more each day. It was halfway through month 2 of being stuck together. Then the ship shook and the door opened. y/n was sat at the control panel trying to stay alive with all her strength. 

The door opened to the ship and 5 people walked in. The last people that tony and y/n ever expected. Steve, natasha, clint, bruce, and the one that caused the most shock. james buchanan barnes.

#bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #mcu x reader #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #sebastian stan #robert downey jr #mcu fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #tony stark fanfiction

[springalwayscomes]

널 너무나도 사랑해 (I love you so much)

Plot: Taehyung has been stressing himself over your unhappiness for so much, and everybody knows that when you feel low he feels the same. This Christmas doesn’t feel joyful or familiar until you realize you’re spending it with the most important person. And when you do, Taehyung can’t hold back how desperate he is been for you anymore.

P.S. You should probably thank Namjoon and Hoseok.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Soft Smut, Established Relationship

Wordcount: 3k

Content Warning: Taehyung is a needy moaning mess and I sincerely hope it will break you at least half of how much it broke me - in a god way -, dirty talk, praise, swearing, hand job

Author’s Note: This, this one is my favorite work of the Life Goes On Project, and I really hope you’ll like it too. I melt every single time I think about this fic, I just love it. Hope you all had a great Christmas Eve and will have a great Christmas, consider this as my third little gift.

P.S. the bolded words mean that someone is speaking English

«Jagi»

Even that cloud looks lonelier than ever this Christmas, still in the center of the blue sky without any others nearby. It makes you hold your breath, knowing that it’s almost as lonely as you. Even though you have Taehyung here with you, Christmas without family and friends hits just differently, instead of bringing laughters and joy it only reminds you of how awful this quarantine is.

«Y/N»

Taehyung sits on the floor at your side, but you don’t even turn to look at him as he lightly rubs your back with his hand, his beautiful long fingers tapping your skin from time to time. He can’t say that this situation doesn’t hit him, but seeing you so gloomy makes it even harder. Christmas shouldn’t be like this. You should be laughing and having fun, feeling warm and at home, and the fact that he’s there with you but you seem to feel as lonely as if he wasn’t only makes him frown.

«You’ve got me»

It’s all he says, he doesn’t need other words to make you look at him. And when you do so- oh, finally. You’ve been feeling so sad these last days that you’ve locked yourself up and unintentionally made it look like you didn’t care about him, of how he was feeling too. Now that you look into his eyes, you can clearly see how Taehyung is feeling and it suddenly hits you how insensitive you’ve been. He tried to talk to you every time he could but the conversation never led anywhere, you were too self centered on the upcoming day that you didn’t notice at all how he was feeling and just pushed him away, even though he clearly kept on trying.

Taehyung slightly smiles as he keeps moving his hand, his dark eyes seem more peaceful now that he finally got your attention in three days of trying.

«I’m sorry,» you whisper «for being so selfish and too self centered. You’ve been trying to-»

«It doesn’t matter» he cuts you off. Getting up and then joining you on the sofa Taehyung crawls on the pillows and stops in front of your bent legs, his hands place on your knees and guides you to extend them only for him to put himself comfortable in between, with his head on your chest and his long legs stretched out on the pillows of the sofa. You rest your head on the armrest and your hands reaches his hair without even thinking about it twice, Taehyung lets out a sigh of relief at the familiar touch, almost as if he have missed it so much he couldn’t bare it anymore. His response to your touch makes you feel even more sorry for your behavior these last days and you wrap your free arm around his chest holding him closer and close to you, your chin resting on his head as he closes his eyes. He missed this, having you so close and your light touch, especially during this time of the year. You’re not used to spend Christmas alone, but neither does he. He just needed you as much as you need him now.

«I should have cared more about you, instead I just pushed you away»

Taehyung’s head tilts back as if he wants to look at you but his eyes are still closed as he shakes his head lightly, relaxed under your continuous touch. When he stops, he pursues his lips in a silent ask for a kiss and you can’t help yourself at the sight, Taehyung with his eyes shut and his lips begging just for you. Reaching down you only manage to peck his nose, action that makes the both of you giggle as he turns his head to meet your lips with his. At the beginning it’s light, soft as if you both discover each other again, it almost seems like years since the last time you kissed in this way. Butterflies making their way back in your stomach and his little moan in your mouth when he realizes you’re kissing him again, a moan of relief. It only takes you both a few seconds to decide you’ve been missing each other too much to hold yourselves back.

His tongue in your mouth starts moving in a deeper manner, hearing his breath becoming heavier instantly signs the beginning of your wetness, the groans that follow only make it more obvious. His uneven breath hits your skin every time you part only to meet again, a second later immediately coming out from his nose. Taehyung is needier than ever, he had stressed himself over yours and his happiness the last few days - thinking of how he could’ve light up the atmosphere to make you feel happier - that all he wants to do now is take all you have to give. His dick is already half hard and the way you moan when he bites your lower lip only makes it twitch and stand more.

«I missed you,» his voice his husky and weary, «so much jagiya»

«I know, I’m sorry» you kiss him again. Your tongues are hot in each other’s mouth, the feeling of his lips on yours, the neediness of both giving you away to each other is enough to make those words even deeper.

«You needed me and-»

«I need you now» his low, husky voice cuts your rambling off. He’s on the edge, eyes begging you to do something and lips still brushing yours as he looks at you with his pupils dilated. Your heart stops beating at the way he’s staring at you, so needy and eager for something - anything -.

«Okay» you whisper, hot air fanning his face as you let your hands travel down on his abdomen and under his jumper. Taehyung doesn’t have sculpted six pack, but you love it like this. You love to feel his soft skin, silk under your touch, the goosebumps taking over him on the path that you trailed. His head rests on your shoulder, his eyes fall shut as he desperately tries to even his breath. He missed you so much, so freaking much.

«Are you comfortable like this?» you whisper again.

It feels like Christmas for the first time only now. Having him so desperate for your touch that his body is limp on yours, with his back on your chest and his heavy breath in your ear, hearing every gulp coming from his throat makes you realize how much this man loves you. And it’s only now that you realize you’re dying to make him feel good, you want to give him the best orgasm he’s ever had. It’s so erotic seeing him so needy and already wrecked for you that your panties are already soaked, totally. Only for him.

«Mh» Taehyung doesn’t even have enough strength to talk, he just lets out a broken whine as he slightly nods and falls limp on your shoulder again.

«Now, relax»

Your fingers open the button of his boxy pants, his cock is so hard that it aches and Tae buries the back of his head deeper in your shoulder when you help him lift his hips so that you can slide his pants down. You raise his jumper too and hold your arms tight around him when you feel him shiver because of the cold, your fingers tracing the muscles of his abdomen, light touch and soft moans coming from TaeTae at every movement. It’s so beautiful to see him so fragile just for your own eyes, totally trusting and giving himself to you, it makes you want to show your love for him even deeper, show him that he can really trust you. If he’d give his life to you and you had to choose between yours and his you’d gladly let go of yours without blinking an eye.

«Mh, please» his voice his broken and whiny but you still manage to catch his words. And God, does it send you crazy hearing him begging for you in English. It sends shivers down your spine and you turn your face better to place hot wet kisses all over the expanse of his neck. Taehyung moans like he can’t ever get enough of you, your light touch, your kisses, your love. And when your fingertip meets his nipple he ends up biting his lower lip emitting a guttural moan that sends your mind in a different place, the sound is so erotic that all you want to do is make him cum for the rest of your life just to hear it again and again and again.

«English, ah?» you murmur in his ear, kissing the lobe and sucking it in your mouth as he squeezes his eyes. Your lips trail down on his neck again, placing on his soft spot and sucking it as you swirl your thumb around his nipple. His mouth falls open, his cock twitches in his boxers and all he wants to do is beg you to make him cum already.

«Please, jagiya.» he lets out, eyes still shut. Your mouth suddenly dries out as your hot breath hits the skin of his neck, deciding that you want to make him cum hard enough that he’ll feel dizzy, make him feel so good.

«Alright» you place a soft kiss on his cheek, different from the others. I got you, it says. And Taehyung moans even deeper at the meaning behind it, feeling so incredibly loved and safe.  

Your hands finally travel down his abdomen, again helping him lifting his hips and bringing his boxers on his tights. His cock jumps out immediately and hits his lower stomach with a dull sound, Tae holds back a groan. It only takes you a second, your hand is already trying to close unsuccessfully around his shaft, he’s too thick.

Taehyung slightly moves his head on your shoulder, opening his eyes and looking at the scene in front of him, your pretty thumb now reaching his slit. There’s so much precum coming out that Tae feels his cheeks burn just for a second, the next one you’re touching him and that feeling his already long forgotten.

«I love you, so much» you whisper as you circle your thumb on his cock head «so much»

His eyes close again, but this time he scoots his head closer to your neck, nuzzling his nose onto your skin and placing a wrecked hot kiss on it.

«I love you» his voice is broken, it makes you lower your movements on his shaft. Slow and maddening, that’s how they can be described. Your hand wrapped around him and your other one trailing back on his chest to tease his nipples, Taehyung’s face completely hidden in your neck, almost as if the closer he is to you the safest he feels. The scene is breathtaking and all you can do is surrender to his pleasure, wanting nothing but make him feel good.

«Faster?»

«Oh- yes»

Taehyung is already wrecked and when you fasten your movements all he can do is moan, moan and moan again. Who says that man don’t do that? God, his moans are something else, so erotic and sexy that they make you tighten your hold on him even more. His breath that continually hits your skin stops for a second as he takes in the new squeeze around him, and a second later he’s sucking the skin of your neck as he desperately tries not to moan louder that he is already doing.

«Fuck, fuck»

God- the effect he has on you when he swears in english.

«I- You’re gonna- I’m gonna cum so hard»

His balls are already tight, he’s already close and it’s all because of you. Another wet kiss is left on your skin before he parts from your neck, letting his head tilt back on your shoulder and his mouth fall open.

«Gosh- Tae, you’re so beautiful»

You watch him desperate in pleasure, silenced moan coming out of his mouth. You know what happens when he does that, what’s next.

You fasten your pace even more, your other hand reaching his balls to massage them.

«Ja- jagiya»

It’s too much, and Taehyung almost feels about to cry. All his senses are full of you, and he just can’t hold back anymore.

«Kiseu hae- kiss me, please»

He’s not lucid enough, mixing Korean and English in a unique plead that makes your heart flutter both for his desperate tone and his need for your lips.

Your lips touch his in a second, muffling his whines and moans and feeling them right in your mouth as you keep moving your hand. Taehyung is close, so freaking close he can already taste his high.

«It’s yo- yours, my cock i- is yours» his lips brush against yours as his trembling voice comes out «I’m yours»

He gulps harshly and moans in your mouth when your thumb teases his frenulum, sweat creating on his forehead, just a step away from his release.

«And I’m yours, Tae. Only yours» you murmur, kissing his lips again and biting the lower one just a little bit. His heart is beating so loud that he feels like it might burst out any second, full of you.

«Please cum baby, cum for me»

His head tilts back on your shoulder, mouth falling open once again and edging moans coming out.

«Tell- tell me you love me» he pleads, desperate for release.

Your answer is immediate, placing kisses all over his neck, covering as much of it as you can.

«I love you, Tae. Saranghae. So much, neol neomunado saranghae»

Those words are his ticket to heaven, trembling body finally letting go and hot spurs of white cum staining his chest and your hand as you keep stroking him to ride his orgasm. You can’t hear his breath for a few seconds, he gulps more than once and stays as still as a rock as you keep kissing his neck and cover him with nothing but love, fondness, affection. Then, his heavy breath fills the air, and god- saying that he looks wrecked it’s not even close to the look on his face. Sweat on his forehead and messy dark locks, cheeks red, eyes shut and lips totally open as the aftershocks of his orgasm still hit him.

«I really love you,» you murmur on his neck «I’m sorry I pushed you away»

The silence fills the room, Taehyung doesn’t answer you but he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck while you raise his boxers back on his hips and fix his dick inside. He leaves a few kisses on your skin as you lower his jumper, his jeans are on his calves but you both couldn’t care less now. He’d never leave your hold, they can wait. He shifts in your legs, now resting on one side and wrapping his arms around your torso, head on your chest.

«Just talk to me the next time you feel- anything. Talk to me for anything, jagi» he whispers, soft and slow, calming. Your fingers reaching his hairs is a routine that you both are used to, and the look of love on his face when you do so is the same; still, you’ll never get used to it.

«Please» he adds as he pouts. The cuteness in person is staring at you and you smile at the thought that this is the same man that a minute ago was moaning like there’s no tomorrow.

«I will» you smile, stroking his dark hair. This feels like Christmas. It doesn’t matter anymore that you’re not with your family or friends, of course you still miss them, but you’re realizing only now that you’re with the most important person. Someone who loves you, someone who cares for you, someone who represents your future. Your family is here, after all. He is your family.

«You came so hard» you massage his back, soft touch that only leaves love caresses behind.

Taehyung smiles on your chest, kissing it through the fabric.

«You always make me loose it»

Your smile grows even bigger at his answer and all you can do is nuzzle your nose on his forehead to make him look at you. The look on your face screams nothing but fondness and desperation, desperate to feel his lips on yours, and Taehyung gets it right away. His lips touch yours and share nothing but love, happiness, gratefulness for being with each other, for always finding each other. It’s Christmas, and it makes it all even more magic.

«When did you learn English? Last time I checked you didn’t know all of those words» you giggle on his lips when you part, Taehyung smiles as he tries to hold back a laugher.

«Namjoon and Hoseok» he gives up, laughing at the memory of that special video call.

«Hoseok? Namjoon is fluent, but Hos-»

«He said the naughty things in Korean and Namjoon translated them. When I asked Namjoon for help I didn’t think Hoseok would join the video call- God, the things he made Namjoon translate. I just wanted to learn a little bit more of English for you but it turned out as a translating video call for sex» he laughs, holding his stomach with his hands and shaking his head, it’s useless to say that you follow him. Just picturing the scene makes you crack up, imagine living it.

«Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it»

«I’m not saying that...» he licks his lips, still giggling as he gets more comfortable against you, holding you once again and placing his head on your shoulder.

«Did it turn you on?»

«Do you really have to ask? Of course it did, wasn’t it obvious?» you huff. Tae smiles and places a soft kiss on your jaw, then on your neck, on your clavicle, your shoulder.

«You could teach me other words?» his voice is husky and his hands are already reaching the edge of your Christmas  jumper.

«Tae» you cal him. It’s instant, you’re his mermaid and he’s the sailor, you call for him and all he can do is answer right away. He’s already looking at you, his beautiful dark eyes worshipping every feature of your face.

«You’re the best Christmas gift I could ever receive»

«I love you»

Life Goes On Project Masterlist

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[jaskierswolf]

Darling, gorgeous, incredible, beautiful Wolfie... my love of your Jaskilion works knows no bounds. The characterization of the beautiful bardic duo, and their snarky ways, is immaculate.

Might I request Jaskilion and the two Geralts having a foursome??? Because that has So Much Potential 💖

If not spicy, I will happily eat up some pseudo-domestic ~vibing~ with the four of them; just being silly and cute, the Geralts being amused, fond, and exasperated 💖

As discussed, this will be Geralt/Jaskier/book!Dandy... because I struggle to make the Geralts different. I mix them too much.

Geraskilion - 3.6k

Thanks to @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde for being my beta and making me cackle with her commentary.

CW: 18+ for shameless smut, threeseome, anal sex, blow jobs, name-calling (Dandy calls Jask a whore), hair pulling, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, voyeurism, exhibitionism, finger sucking, almost choking but more of a tease of it than actual?.... I think that’s it?

Jaskier stared at the man in front of him. Cornflower blue eyes blinked back at him like he was looking in a mirror. It was his eyes that were most startling. Jaskier had never met anyone with eyes quite like his before and now this man not only had similar eyes, but fucking identical. Facially they were similar too, although this… this imposter, had cheek bones that would look more at home on the elves. His whole face wasn’t too dissimilar to that of an elves now Jaskier came to think of it, and the long limbed fellow could easily be mistaken as one of Filavandrel’s brethren. His hair fell down to his shoulders in soft golden curls, like something out of a fairytale. On top of his head he had a wine coloured hat with an egret’s feather poking out from one side.

The man, Dandelion, put his hands on his hips, mirroring Jaskier’s own stance. He let out a peel of laughter, like a symphony of chiming bells, perfectly in tune and expertly rung. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this fun?”

Jaskier narrowed his eyes at the poet. “Hmm.”

Geralt grunted as he stood up from his corner. “Who are you really? You’re not human, my medallion-”

“Oh come now, Geralt. I’ve just apparently jumped into a whole new world! I can’t even begin to fathom the magic needed to make such a jump, not even that sorceress of yours could do it. In fact, I think I’ve only ever heard of Ciri successfully managing…” Dandelion trailed off and his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. “How old are you?” he asked Jaskier haughtily, peering down at him with piercing blue eyes.

“What the bloody hell has that got to do with anything?” Jaskier scoffed.

“Do you know Cirilla?”

Jaskier quirked an eyebrow and glanced at Geralt who just shook his head. “No,” he admitted.

“I didn’t think so,” Dandelion muttered, clicking his tongue. “My point is, my dear witcher, that I’m probably covered head to toe in residue magic. There’s no wonder you medallion is vibrating. Maybe your world’s magic can sense that I don’t really belong here. Fascinating, utterly fascinating!”

“You really think you’re me?” Jaskier asked, still not trusting this arguably very attractive stranger.

“But of course!”

Jaskier grinned as an idea came to mind. “Prove it,” he said, chin raised in a clear challenge.

Dandelion smirked and Jaskier recognised the glint in his eyes. “Oh, and how would you propose I do that, little buttercup?”

“You’re me?”

Dandelion nodded.

“Then you know exactly how I like to be kissed.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt groaned but Dandelion shushed him with a wave of his hand, long elegant fingers dancing in the air.

“No no, he’s got a point, my dear,” Dandelion giggled.

“It’s a bad idea,” Geralt tried again but both bards shot daggers in his direction. The witcher sighed heavily and pressed his fingers to his forehead.

“All the best ideas are very bad ideas,” Jaskier agreed. His heartbeat was starting to pick up, the thrill of seduction and the promise of a willing bedmate for the evening starting to send tendrils of lust through his body.

And come on, who else got the opportunity to fuck themselves. It would be a tragic waste if he let the opportunity pass him by, and curiosity was truly his greatest folly. He really did want to know if this man shared his own weaknesses when it came to carnal delights.

Dandelion stepped forward, his breath tickling against Jaskier’s cheeks, and the scent of wine and lavender oil washed over him. He wondered if he would be able to taste the wine on Dandelion’s lips. Dandelion’s fingers brushed against his wrist, a featherlight touch that danced across his skin, like leaves on the wind. Dandelion’s tongue swiped along his lips, making them look wet and so very kissable. Jaskier swallowed, he felt as if the rest of the inn had melted away. All he could see was Dandelion, all he could smell was Dandelion.

“You really are stunning, my darling,” Dandelion breathed, a whisper, an almost silent prayer.

Jaskier’s own breath caught in his throat. The fucker was even more charming than he was, he hadn’t been expecting that. He tried to stammer some witty response but he wasn’t even sure whether he even managed a single sensical word. Dandelion’s long finger trailed under his chin, his thumb brushing Jaskier’s bottom lip.

Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?” Dandelion asked, the tension now so thick between them that Jaskier honestly thought he might melt under the heat of it. He wasn’t used to being seduced like this. No one had ever needed to charm him this hard to woo him to their beds.

He nodded, not trusting his voice, and Dandelion’s lips were finally on his. The kiss was chaste, a tease of what was to come, leaving Jaskier weak and wanting. He chased Dandelion’s lips as he pulled away, eyes fluttering open.

Oh cock.

He swallowed, mouth dry as his heart thundered in his chest. He let out a low whine and Dandelion laughed before cupping the nape of his neck and pulling him into a second kiss. This time there were no hesitations. Jaskier eagerly explored Dandelion’s mouth, the rich taste of wine dancing over his tongue. Dandelion’s hat fell to the floor as Jaskier’s hand threaded into the soft golden curls, he tugged experimentally at Dandelion’s hair, and wasn’t surprised by the guttural moan the poet let out.

“Oh fuck,” he whined in between kisses.

“Upstairs, now,” was all the warning they had before they were torn apart and Dandelion was thrown over Geralt’s shoulder.

Jaskier’s eyes widened as Geralt stormed off up the stairs without evening looking back at Jaskier. “Oi!” he called after them, tripping over his feet as he stumbled after them. “Geralt! Darling I wasn’t finished!”

Jaskier fell into their room in his eagerness. Dandelion was lying pouting on the bed, and Geralt had settled into an armchair in the corner on the room. Jaskier felt a rush of arousal as he recognised the set up.

Geralt was going to watch.

He met Geralt’s eyes across the room and quirked an eyebrow in a silent question. Geralt nodded, his hand already palming himself through his trousers. Jaskier half wanted to fall to his knees in front of his witcher and get his mouth on that monstrous cock.

But then Dandelion was right there on the bed, already looking debauched. A temptation that Jaskier just couldn’t resist. In the time it had taken Jaskier to follow them upstairs Dandelion had unbuttoned his doublet, revealing an expensive lacy chemise underneath. He looked like a fallen angel.

“I trust you don’t mind the company?” Jaskier asked with a tilt of his head.

Dandelion scoffed. “It’s as if you don’t know me at all. Get over here and kiss me, you tease!”

Jaskier didn’t need to be asked twice. Pulling off his doublet as he went, he crawled over to where Dandelion was sprawled out on the bed. He ran his hands up the inside of his chemise before pulling him into a kiss, a mess of breathy moans as their tongues danced. Jaskier managed to elicit the most gorgeous songs from Dandelion’s lips, fingers pinching at his nipples. They may be strangers but Jaskier knew Dandelion’s body better than he knew his lute. He knew exactly which strings to pluck to draw out the most sinful melodies. Dandelion was a writhing mess underneath him before he even managed to undress him, kissing at his neck and biting bruises into the soft pale skin.

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled from the corner.

Jaskier stopped his attack on Dandelion’s elegant neck and glanced up at his witcher. Geralt’s eyes were dark with hunger, his cock now red and glistening his hand, and Jaskier moaned at the sight. What else was a bard supposed to do when he was just so weak?

“Yes, darling?” he asked, his voice low and sultry.

“Let him up,” Geralt said, already sounding as wrecked as Jaskier felt.

Jaskier pouted.

“He’s supposed to be proving how well he knows you, not the other way round,” Geralt explained softly.

Jaskier grumbled, biting Dandelion’s neck one last time before letting the poet up. Dandelion grinned as Jaskier rolled off him, and quickly straddled Jaskier’s waist, pushing him back onto the bed.

“You like being in charge just as much as you like being manhandled, don’t you, sweetheart?” Dandelion cooed, his fingers brushing along Jaskier’s cheek. Every touch sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the electricity between them, a hot wave of arousal with every moment of contact.

“Lucky guess,” Jaskier winked, moaning as Dandelion wrapped his hands around his throat. It wasn’t enough to choke him but the knowledge that Dandelion held him such a vulnerable position thrilled him, adrenaline mixing with the heady sensation of lust.

“Not a guess.”

Dandelion’s fingers gripped tighter at his throat as he rolled his hips forward. He could feel the poet’s erection through both their trousers, it was so close and yet not nearly enough.

“Dandelion,” he whined, “stop teasing, darling, please.”

“Patience, love.”

Dandelion’s lips captured his, a messy kiss as their bodies moved together, humping like fucking teenagers. Dandelion kissed like a dream, yet looked like the very definition of sin. He was tantalising, a temptation from Lillit herself.

And he was wearing far too many clothes!

“Off!” Jaskier snapped, tugging at Dandelion’s doublet.

“So demanding,” Dandelion sighed dramatically, but he pulled off his doublet and threw it at the armchair. Jaskier watched as Geralt caught it in mid-air, one hand still lazily stroking his cock.

Jaskier whimpered and pulled at the hem of Dandelion’s chemise until the poet yanked it over his head. Jaskier’s own shirt swiftly followed, landing on the floor in a heap. After that it was an awkward dance of removing their trousers and small clothes whilst desperately trying to keep their lips on each other, and, not a moment too soon, they were finally naked. Jaskier’s could barely resist rolling them back over and taking Dandelion’s cock in his mouth but Geralt preempted his move and let out a low growl. Jaskier tossed his friend a frustrated look.

“Geralt,” he moaned.

Dandelion just laughed, running his fingers along Jaskier’s lips, gently pressing them into his mouth. Jaskier whimpered, sucking at the long digits, swirling his tongue around the tips. It wasn’t as satisfying as having a cock in his mouth but it was enough for now.

“Good,” Geralt hummed, the praise making Jaskier’s cock twitch even though it wasn’t meant for him.

Dandelion preened, looking like a cat that had gotten the cream. His soft blond curls were a mess, and his face was flushed but it was his eyes. Gods, his eyes were almost black, only a thin blue ring visible. Jaskier moaned around the blond’s fingers, taking them further into his mouth.

“Gods, look at you, pretty little whore,” Dandelion cooed and Jaskier felt a rush of heat prickle over his skin. His cock was aching, desperate for touch, but Dandelion acted as if it didn’t exist, happy to just watch Jaskier suckle on his fingers.

It was driving Jaskier mad with lust.

The bastard really did know exactly how to destroy him, with the least amount of effort.

Jaskier whined, bucking his hips off the mattress in what he hoped what a clear sign of what he wanted, nay, needed. Dandelion pulled his fingers from Jaskier’s mouth, and immediately he felt empty, a pathetic whimper escaping his lips.

“Geralt, darling, do you have oil?” he heard Dandelion ask through the heady feeling that was making everything a little foggy.

Jaskier pouted as Dandelion shuffled on the bed, reaching towards the witcher sat in the corner of the room. He licked his lips as he watched the small vial of oil pass hands. He wriggled on the bed, his hands reaching down to touch his cock but Dandelion was back and swatting away his hand before he had a chance.

“Not yet, sweetheart, if your good I’ll touch you later, can you be good for me?” Dandelion asked in the sweetest voice, like honey trickling over his skin.

He nodded, tongue feeling too heavy in his mouth.

“Am I doing well, witcher?”

“Hmm,” Geralt’s reply was a low growl more than anything else and the sound went straight to Jaskier’s already leaking cock.

“Lion… please…” Jaskier whined.

Fuck, he sounded wrecked already. It normally took more to make him lose control like this. He looked over to Geralt, and the sight was nearly enough to make him cum. The witcher looked obscene, lips wet and red from where he’d been biting on them, fulling clothed except from where he’d unlaced his trousers, cock proudly on display. Jaskier wanted him, gods… but to have Geralt’s attention like this, trapped under his dark and wanton gaze.

Fuck!

He didn’t even hear the pop of the cork, too distracted as he watched Geralt lazily stroke his erection, precum already leaking from the tip. Jaskier licked his lips in reflex as if the action would allow him to taste…

He hissed as Dandelion’s finger teased his rim, arching his back, a familiar pull in the pit of his stomach. “Fuck!” he gasped as cum coated his belly, embarrassingly early but Geralt’s growl and Dandelion’s chiming laughter put him at ease.

“Oh darling,” Dandelion trilled, a finger trailing through the mess on his stomach, and then moaning as he took the digit into his mouth.

Jaskier groaned, if he hadn’t already cum then he would have done then. Judging by the wink Dandelion gave him, the whore knew exactly what he was doing, bastard. “What do you think, Geralt, shall we continue our little game?”

Jaskier glanced over to Geralt, a pleading look in his eyes. Yes, Dandelion had proved himself. Yes, Jaskier had already cum. No, he wasn’t satisfied. There was still an emptiness that left him feeling weak and wanting. He needed to feel full, needed a cock up his arse, in his mouth… just somewhere.

Geralt nodded. “We’re not finished yet, poet.”

“As you wish, witcher.”

The finger that had been gently teasing Jaskier’s hole pushed in. Jaskier gasped, still feeling sensitive from his orgasm, but Dandelion was more in sync with his body than any other lover, even Geralt. The blond took it slow, gently working his finger into Jaskier until his cock began to harden once more. He was panting by the time a second finger pushed inside, just as he was about to beg for more. Good gods, Jaskier was going to ruined for anyone else.

“Stop,” Geralt’s voice rumbled from the corner.

Jaskier huffed and managed to prop himself up so he could glare at his witcher. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” he groaned as Dandelion pulled out all his fingers. “There’d better be a bloody good reason for the interruption, Geralt!”

Geralt smirked and got up from his chair. “Mind if I join?” he asked, looking more at Dandelion than Jaskier.

The poet visibly brightened, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. “Oh ho ho! Geralt, my dear, please be my guest. The more the merrier!”

Oh gods, Jaskier was doomed, completely done for.

Dandelion whispered something in Geralt’s ear, a flushed smile on his lips. Geralt’s eyes flashed dangerously to Jaskier and he nodded once before pulling off his clothes until he was deliciously naked, and Jaskier wanted to lick the lines of his muscles, kissing every scar until the memory of the battle had been replaced with Jaskier.

But Geralt had other plans. Dandelion pulled at Jaskier’s ankles until they were wrapped around the poet’s waist, and Geralt straddled Jaskier’s torso. Jaskier swallowed as he was left to stare at Geralt’s rather lovely cock, so tantalisingly close to his lips. His eyes flicked up so he could meet Geralt’s gaze as he licked his lips.

“Geralt?”

“Yes,” Geralt growled Jaskier whimpered as he lunged forward greedily. He wrapped his hands around the base of Geralt’s cock, whist he could take Geralt down his throat, he preferred not to. He was a bard after all. He really needed to take care of his voice, and deep-throating a witcher’s cock was not advised.

Although his professors at Oxenfurt had also never specifically told him not to.

That was one thing he’d learnt from experience. So instead he licked at just the tip, lapping about the precum that was already there. He hummed happily as he sucked around the head, working the base in his hands, the skin already slick from oil where Geralt had been stroking himself. It smelt like the chamomile oil Jaskier preferred to use for massages, he idly wondered whether it was the same one Dandelion had used whilst stretching his hole.

As if reading his thoughts, Dandelion pushed his fingers back inside Jaskier’s arse. He moaned around Geralt’s cock, taking the witcher deeper into his mouth. The weight was heavy on his tongue and with Dandelion’s fingers probing his hole… the aching emptiness was finally gone. He whined as Geralt’s fingers threaded into his hair, scraping at his scalp.

He closed his eyes, sucking and moaning around the cock in his mouth in time to Dandelion’s fingers fucking his arse, but it quickly began to leave him feeling dissatisfied again. He wanted more, so much more… always more.

“Hnnng,” he choked out around Geralt’s cock as the witcher held him in place, fucking into his mouth with shallow thrusts.

“Good,” Geralt half growled, “so good for us…”

“Hmm…” Jaskier whined.

“I think he’s ready for my cock now,” Dandelion hummed thoughtfully, pushing his fingers deeper into Jaskier’s arse, right against his prostrate.

Jaskier thrust up, moaning as much as he could around Geralt’s cock, trapped under the weight of his witcher. His fingers dug into the meat of Geralt’s arse. He couldn’t even beg for more, but he tightened the grip of his thighs, hoping Dandelion wouldn’t get the message. With a choked gasp, Geralt pulled him off his cock. Jaskier whined at the sudden emptiness of his mouth, pouting up at Geralt with wide eyes.

He was almost surprised by the fondness in Geralt’s gaze as a calloused thumb stroked his cheek. “Still good?”

Jaskier nodded and went to mouth at Geralt’s cock but he was pulled back again, a sharp tug at his hair.

“Words, Jask.”

“Yes, now let me suck your cock, witcher,” he grumbled, a happy sigh escaping his lips as he was finally allowed to take Geralt back into his mouth.

“Needy little brat, isn’t he?” Dandelion giggled.

“Takes one to know one,” Geralt replied, his breathing starting to hitch between words… fucking finally.

The bastard had far too much stamina. Although, Jaskier did love to take his time in worshipping Geralt, so he really shouldn’t complain. He hummed, flicking his tongue around the tip of Geralt’s cock, his fingers teasing Geralt’s rim. He almost regretted not slicking up one of his hands so he could properly tease his witcher, but instead he kept one hand on his cock, twisting his wrist as he bobbed his head.

He whined, head falling back against the pillow, as Dandelion pushed into him. It was tortuously slow. He could feel every inch of the bard’s cock as it filled him. Geralt’s hand cupped his cheek, thumb brushing along his lips. Jaskier whimpered as he sucked on the digit. It was a poor substitution for the witcher’s cock but he needed to adjust to the feel of Dandelion. Gods, it felt heavenly.

He had truly been blessed on this day.

“Fuck, Gods, Geralt….” he babbled, words muffled around the thumb that was still pressed between his lips.

“Thank Dandelion,” Geralt hummed, a quiet but firm instruction that made Jaskier feel all dazed.

Jaskier barely managed to gasp out his thanks to the poet. Dandelion had begun thrusting into him, finding his prostrate with ease, because, well.. of course he did.

Fucking yourself really did have its perks.

“Ger…” Jaskier panted but he didn’t have to finish his pleas because Geralt’s cock was already back in his mouth. Jaskier moaned loudly. He couldn’t even reach round the witcher to touch his own cock. He wasn’t sure if he could cum again untouched, every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, and his cock was aching. He needed more, he needed to cum, he needed…

Fuck!

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Dandelion grunted as he finally wrapped his long fingers around Jaskier’s cock, every thrust still blinding him with pleasure.

Jaskier came almost instantly, clenching around Dandelion cock and choking around Geralt’s. He collapsed back onto the bed, tears streaming down his cheek, feeling utterly fucked out. He might have blacked out for a few seconds, he wasn’t sure, but the next thing he knew, Geralt’s cum was splattered over his chest, mixing with his own, and Dandelion keened as he fell forward, pressing his forehead against Geralt’s back.

There was silence in the room except for their heaving breathing and the sound of his own pulse ringing in his ears. After what could have been minutes or hours, he started to feel uncomfortable, even with Geralt and Dandelion pressed into either side of him.

“I am not cleaning this up,” he grumbled.

“Well I did all the work!” Dandelion whined, in a similar tone.

They both turned to Geralt, with matching cornflower blue eyes wide and pleading.

Geralt sighed heavily and rolled off the bed. Jaskier laughed and pulled Dandelion into a kiss whilst they waited for their witcher to return.

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note: here is another entry for @mutt-stuff​ ‘s 100 follower competition. i don’t usually do song fics, so i hope this was okay

word count: 1,016

warning(s): fights within relationships, angst to fluff

taglist: @sakura-nyah​ @proceeds-to-stare​ @zmieciony​ @stormlights​

He never really cared about affections, physicalities- none of that. But whenever she was there with him, whenever they were alone together, he found himself craving it. She just had such soft hands, hands that made all his issues feel like they were melting away. But she wasn't here right now, he had pushed her away yet again.

"Just go away, (Y/N)! I don't fucking need you!" He had hissed that evening, shocked as the tears poured down her face and she stormed out of their shared house. They had been together- lived together- for about a year now. He missed her, he really missed her. And here he was, crumbled into a ball on the tiled floors as he waited for her to come back. She always came back.

He felt as if it was a curse, a curse he received from his mother. She was never able to be alone for long periods of time, she'd cry out- have a melt down. And as he grew up, he realized he was the same. Being alone absolutely killed him- he needed her right now. When she was around, he couldn't contain himself- the tears would just start cascading from his grey eyes. And that was a blessing to him.

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"I'm just...I'm just a wreck when I'm not with him, Shinobu" She murmured as she pressed her knuckles against her lips, her e/c hues still red and bloodshot from all the crying she had done. As soon as she rushed out their home, she headed straight to the Butterfly Estate- where Shinobu and Kanao were waiting for her with open arms.

"This can't keep happening. You can't keep having screaming matches with each other, it's just not right" Kanao had murmured from her seat at the table, her master nodding in response. (Y/N) just sniffed in response, shaking her head- trying not to wince at the headache she had accumulated from sobbing so much.

"He's always been like this, he's gotten better since we started dating. It's just hard for him, you know? Losing his mom like that, losing his brother too" The h/c haired girl explained, and Shinobu reached over to clasp her hand in her own.

"You love him that much?" She whispered, and a sad smile grazed her face.

"I'd break all my bones for him"

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Sanemi couldn't take the silence anymore, so he pulled himself up from the floor- forcing himself to go on a walk. It was sure to clear his mind, that's what she always said to do. The wind pounded on his back as he willed himself to continue walking, and it raked through his messy white locks. He looked like a mess, he knew he did.

They had spoken about breaking up before, but he always replied with a firm- 'No'. He needed her, she was like oxygen to him. And she completely understood that, she didn't want to break up either. She loved him too much- they both felt the same.

After a while, he found himself outside the Water Estate. And although he hated The Water Hashira with his entire being- he needed someone to talk to right now. So he knocked on the door, and it was opened immediately. He was greeted with the cold face of the Hashira, but his dark blue eyes widened at the state of him.

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"Did it happen again?" Giyuu murmured as he handed him a plateful of homemade ohagi. For such an awkward and cold man, he seemed to know how to comfort people. The Wind Hashira reached for the plate as he sighed, taking a minute to gather his thoughts.

"We got into a fight again" He whispered as he chewed the sweet paste, and the onyx haired man hummed in response.

"What over?"

"She was having a bad day, and she just wanted comforting. But I made her feel like a burden" Sanemi choked, not noticing the tears that began to sting his eyes again. Giyuu hummed once more as he awkwardly patted the mans shoulder.

"You really do love her, don't you?" He asked softly, and Sanemi sniffed once more as he nodded his head.

"I'd jump into a harsh ocean and would pull her from it's harsh tide. I'd die for her"

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Unknown to the couple, both Hashiras they turned to for comfort were thinking the same thing. They told them both to meet with each other, to talk things over.

"It's obvious how much you need each other" Shinobu had said softly as she pecked (Y/N) on the cheek, sending her on her way back home.

"It's worth it, I'm telling you- it's worth it" Giyuu had murmured as he wrapped up the rest of the ohagi to share with her, before convincing him to stumble back home.

God, he felt so awful. His heart ached as he stumbled back home, he tugged at his messy locks. He felt so awful, he knew how much she must be hurting. Sanemi didn't even know how they had came to be. She was a lady, a beautiful lady with so much skill and compassion. And he was just a line without a hook- a man with too much trauma.

And as he stumbled over a pebbly pathway, he spotted her in the distance. Her h/c hair whipped about her in the wind, her f/c clad arms were crossed tightly over her chest. And before he knew it, he was sprinting towards her- panting with anticipation.

"(Y/N)! I'm so sorry. Please, I need you here to stay with me" He sobbed as he finally reached her, not hesitating to wrap his strong arms around her. She immediately melted into his embrace, stroking his white hair as tears fell once more from her own eyes.

"I know, I know" She whispered as she rocked him slightly, peppering him with gentle kisses- trying to ignore the salty taste on his face. As rocky as their relationship could be, they needed each other- it was evident that they were made for each other. She'd break herself for him, she'd do anything to ensure his safety. And he would die for her, no matter what.

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DabixReader: Daddy’s Little Mouse

A super long 100% filthy smut. 5263 words of it. 

WARNINGS: daddy dom, face fucking, cockwarming, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, blindfolds, shibari, anal sex, Dabi’s 11″ dick, Collars/leashes, face fucking, a tiny bit of fire play, oral sex, sex toys, vaginal sex, female reader, 

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"That's a good girl... Don't move"

You peered up at him quietly, tears streaming down your cheeks as you gasped slightly around his cock. You weren't allowed to move, so you stay there like a good girl, right between his legs, his hard cock resting on your tongue and down your throat. The piercings massaged your throat, hot from the heat of your breath. You're not even sure how you managed to take all of him without choking and gagging, considering how big he is. Your jaw was sore, it was hard to breathe, and your throat felt raw, but you wouldn’t ask for anything else.

"You take me so well... All 11 inches..." A deep rumbling moan left his lips as his cock twitched on your tongue, making you choke and sputter, coughing slightly around him. You shifted a bit, spreading your legs a little wider and whimpering as the rope shifted against your clit. He lightly clicked his tongue against his teeth and shook his head. "Didn't I say not to move Little Mouse? We've barely even started and you're already misbehaving" Dabi's free hand slid to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and gently pushing you further down his cock as he tugged on the leash attached to your collar. "Do I need to make those ropes tighter?" Your heart skipped a beat within your chest, hips jerking forward slightly as you tried to shake your head.

The ropes were already pretty tight around your body, circling your breasts, going down your navel and sliding between your legs, right against your clit. Your arms were bound behind your back, pretty little knots decorating your skin between your shoulders and across your chest. His Shibari work was beautiful, and you'd hate to mess it up.

You winced slightly when he gave a rough thrust up into your mouth, tugging harshly on the leash.

"Look at me."

Slowly, your eyes travelled up his body, meeting his cool gaze with your own wrecked one.

"You're my good girl aren't you?" He asked, his deep voice softening as he tilted his head. "Doing as I say, taking what I give you so easily. You're my perfect little slut," with his hand in your hair, he pulled you off his cock, watching as you gasped and panted, taking in the sweet oxygen he's gifted you.

"Please Daddy... I'm your good girl..." You whispered, voice rough from the torment it was put through in the last hour.

"You are, you've kept my cock nice and warm in your mouth for an hour with no complaint. I think it's time we get to the fun stuff now" he chuckled deeply and sat up, tugging you towards him to press his lips against your swollen ones. You moaned softly into the kiss as he forced his tongue past your lips, tasting himself within your mouth. He grunted softly as he easily lifted you off the ground and placed you on the couch, laying you back. He broke the kiss after a moment and crawled over top of you, resting his thighs on either side of your head and reaching around you to release your arms.  

"Daddy?"

"What's the rule again baby?"

"If I need you to slow down, tap your thigh twice, if I need you to stop, tap four times" you recited obediently, placing your hands on his thighs.

"Good girl" he hummed before taking his cock in his hand. Immediately, your gaze dropped down to watch him slowly stroke it, the piercings moving under his touch, glinting slightly in the low light. You licked your lips before meeting his gaze again and parting them, lightly sticking your tongue out to flick against his tip, tasting the precum that beaded out. He hissed softly and pressed his hand into the armrest, guiding his cock back within the heat of your mouth. Your eyelids drooped over your vision, a haze washing over you as your breath was slowly cut off. The new position made your collar feel tighter around your neck, allowing you to feel when he slid past it. He groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering as he grit his teeth, swearing under his breath.

By the time his cock was fully within your mouth, a pleasant dizziness had washed over you once again, your tongue rubbing against the Jacob's ladder. He gave you a moment to prepare before he pulled back out just enough for two piercings to slip free, before pushing back in. He did this a couple of times, allowing you to adjust.

"Ready baby?" He asked gently as he moved both hands to the armrest, leaning his weight onto them as he shifted his hips into a better angle. You nodded against him and let your eyes slip closed, moving your arms further around his thighs for support as you brace yourself. He waited for a second or two before pulling back out nearly all the way, only to thrust his hips roughly against your face. He repeated this over and over, gradually picking up the pace and force of his thrusts until the sound of his balls slapping against your chin echoed in the living room. Rough grunts and moans slipped past his lips with each thrust, his hips snapping forward against you as you held on for dear life. Your brows pinched together as you concentrated on taking in enough air to keep you conscious, using your tongue to rub along the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. He shifted his hips a bit to angle himself to press deeper into your throat, moaning softly at the sight of your lips wrapped around him. “Such a beautiful sight” he purred. You whimpered softly and gripped tighter onto his legs, your own hips jerking against the couch as you tried to get some sort of friction.

A light slap against your cheek made you freeze, your wide eyes shooting up towards his, flinching at the dangerous look in his eyes.

“None of that now Little Mouse. You know better than to try and do things without my permission,” he growled, his hand moving to grip your hair tightly. He tugged on it roughly, making you choke on him as he pressed himself fully down your throat, holding himself there and cutting off your air. He made sure to keep your gaze on his, watching as it slowly went unfocused, his cock twitching within your throat. Black clouded the edges of your vision, your lungs screaming at you as you went still beneath him. Worry clawed at your mind and you slowly raised your finger to tap out, but he pulled back just in time. Air flooded your lungs as you gasped it in greedily, euphoria washing over you as you couldn’t help but cum from the feeling. Dabi watched you in shock and awe as you trembled under him, cheeks dark red as your pussy throbbed and dribbled with slick.

“D-Daddy….” you whined, burying your face in his thigh. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to” he hummed softly as he stroked your hair, gently rocking his hips so his spit-covered cock could rub lazily against your cheek.

“It’s alright Babygirl… I’m surprised you came from that alone” he hummed thoughtfully before crawling off of you. You whimpered at the loss of his heat on you, but let him go nonetheless. “But I’m still gonna have to punish you.” you tensed up and bit your lip, hissing softly when he took the rope still running between your labia and pulled it tighter, twitching as it rubbed and pressed on your sensitive clit. He crawled between your legs and slowly untied the rest of the ropes from your body, your cheeks burning bright red when you saw how absolutely ruined the rope was from where it was resting against your pussy. “Such a messy girl” he chuckled, crawling over top of you and pressing the rope against your lips. “Open.” your lips parted, tongue darting out to taste yourself on the silken rope, humming softly as he pressed it into your mouth, tying it behind your head so it stayed put. He used the remainder of the rope to tie your hands above your head, holding them in place for a second as he pressed his lips to the rope between your lips for a second. “Be a good girl and keep these here. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy” you tried to say, but your voice was garbled from the rope. He chuckled softly as he started to kiss his way down your body, pausing at your breasts to give each nipple a playful suck. You whimpered softly at the feeling, whining as he continued his way down. You gasped and arched your back off the couch when his hand lit up blue against your naval. The slight burning feeling that came with it made your legs squeeze around his waist, your skin prickling with goosebumps.

“Try to stay still Mousy, I don’t want to hurt you” he warned gently as he traced his fire-lit fingers along your skin. He didn’t touch you though, letting you feel the heat from them and sensing the danger that he possessed. You struggled to quell the shivers that ran through you, hips canting towards him when his hand moved over your pubic bone. A shaky breath left you, shifting as a line of slick mixed drool slipped from the corner of your mouth. You tensed when his fingers pressed against your clit, the fire disappearing as he lightly rubbed it, watching you intently. He teased you for a few seconds before gripping both your legs and pulling them apart, spreading you wide as he pressed his mouth into your pussy. His staples scraped against your inner thighs, but the pain added to the pleasure he was pulling from your pussy. His tongue worked against your inner walls as his nose pressed against your clit, his hot breath fanning out and cooling the wet heat drenching your inner thighs. He grunted softly as he pressed his tongue deeper, piercing rubbing all the right spots within you. You couldn’t stop yourself as your hands shot down and gripped into his messy hair. He quickly pulled away, making you whine in disapproval. It then clicked in your mind what he had told you so you tried to pull your hands back, but he had caught your wrists, holding them in place. “You just don’t want to listen today, do you? Such a bad girl” he said, mock disappointment in his voice. You tensed up as he sat up fully, pulling your legs over his thighs, spreading you out around him. He shifted his hips so you could feel his tip brushing against your entrance, teasing you with its heat.

“Please Daddy I’m sorry!” you gasped out around the rope, trying to pull him closer with your legs. He dug his nails into your legs, forcing you to stop as he glared down at you.

“You keep saying you’re sorry, but I don’t think you mean it. So I’m going to make sure you do,” he said with finality before throwing you off him and standing up. “Get to the bedroom. I want you there, presenting for me and showing me you can be a good girl. You have eight minutes” he stated firmly as he untied you completely. You didn’t hesitate to take off towards the bedroom, taking the leash off your collar and climbing onto the bed. You reached into the drawer and grabbed the lube and your plug, kneeling over the bed. You poured some lube onto your fingers and reached back to work your back entrance open, whimpering softly as you added a second finger and then a third. When the uncomfortable feeling passed and turned into pleasure, you reluctantly pulled your fingers out and grabbed the plug. You coated it with the lube and pushed it slowly inside you. The plug itself was slightly wider than your three fingers, making you pant as it settled within you, your muscles clenching down on it. You could feel a line of slick dripping from your pussy, connecting you to the sheets. You revelled in the feeling of being filled so deliciously before you shifted around, ass in the air with the pretty blue jewel facing the doorway. You waited quietly, hugging the pillow under your head, clenching lazily on the plug to try and get some sort of pleasure from it.

“Such a pretty sight you are,” Dabi purred as he walked into the room, pausing to lean against the doorway to just admire you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” you sassed without thinking. You tensed in the silence that followed, biting your lip as you felt him come closer to you. You gasped and jerked in surprise when he slapped your left ass cheek, the sting making you whimper and rock back to try and chase his touch as he rubbed over the mark.

“There, now it’s picture-perfect” he cooed as he grabbed his phone from the bedside table, walking around you to take the picture. He hummed softly as he crawled onto the bed behind you, pressing his hips against your ass and slotting his dick between your cheeks. He gripped your right ass cheek as he took a couple more pictures. When he was satisfied, he tossed his phone off to the side and leaned over you, rocking his hips against yours as he pressed his chest against your back. “You really are stunning my beautiful babygirl” he purred, kissing and licking along your neck. You shivered at the feeling, tilting your head to give him more access as you gripped the sheets. You squeaked slightly when his hand moved between the both of you, tugging on the plug and slowly working it in and out of you. A long, drawn-out moan slipped past your lips as you pressed back against him, trembling at the feeling. You gripped tighter at the sheets, rocking back into him needily as he fucked you with the plug, feeling his cock twitching against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy please, I need you…” you whispered out, peering at him over your shoulder. He reached under you and pressed his fingers to your clit, rubbing it lazily as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

“I know baby, I know. And I’ll give you what you need soon, but I have to punish you for misbehaving. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t stick to my word?” he hummed, gently nibbling at your earlobe. You protested as his warmth left you completely as he moved to the edge of the bed, leaning back and patting his thigh. “Come on, you know what I want” he murmured, peering at you over his shoulder. Slowly, you crawled over the top of his lap and laid down, resting your hips on his one thigh and your thighs on his other, leaving your ass right in between them, lifted to give him access to do whatever he pleased. He lightly traced the handprint he left on you, making your pussy throb and tingle, his cock twitching against your belly. “What do you say Little Mouse?” he hummed, fingers brushing against the plug.

“Please Daddy, I’ll count for you” you murmured, burying your face in the blankets. “How many?” you asked after a moment.

“We’ll only do ten. Think you can handle that?” he asked, slipping his fingers between your thighs and lightly sliding them into you. You moaned and pressed back against him, whining when he pulled them back out.

“Y-yes Daddy, I can do that” you whispered, shifting a bit against him before settling down again. The first hit was unexpected, making you yelp and hide your face between your hands, your hips pressing against his thigh. “O-one..” you whispered as you slowly relaxed again. He rubbed at the mark soothingly, humming softly before he spanked the exact same spot, much harder this time. “AH! Two!” you cried out.

“You make such beautiful noises” he cooed, rocking his hips so his cock rubbed against your belly, letting you feel his precum sliding wetly along your skin. The next hit was on your other ass cheek, just as hard as the previous.

“Three….” you moaned out, tears prickling at your lashline from the stinging feeling. He kept his gaze on you as he gave you two more in quick succession. “Five…” you gasped out, feeling a pressure building in your lower abdomen. You could feel your inner walls quivering with need as each spank sent the plug shifting inside you. “D-Daddy wait, I’m gonna-” his hand smacking against the bottom of your ass where it connected with your thigh cut you off, a high pitched keen taking over your words as your back arched. You dropped back against the bed, panting softly as you shivered, pressing your thighs together tightly.

“Don’t forget to count for me baby, we’re so close, I don’t want to have to start all over… do you?” he asked, pushing the plug deeper inside you.

“N-no please, six! We’re on six” you whimpered, clenching around the plug.

“Now I know how much this is affecting you, but I also know you’re my good girl and you won’t cum without my permission. If you do, I’ll just have to punish you all over again,” he explained as he kissed between your shoulders.

“Yes Daddy, please continue, I’ll be good” you braced yourself against him again, biting into the blanket as you struggled to keep your orgasm at bay. The next hit sent the tears to fall down your cheeks your eyes rolling back into your head as pain mixed with pleasure. “Eight…” you whispered before freezing.

“Eight? Oh no no Little Mouse, you’re ahead of yourself” he said with a wicked grin, “we’re only on seven, now I have to start all over.”

“No Daddy please no! Please don’t start again, I’m sorry! Please, I can’t take it anymore, I need you so bad, I need you to fuck me! I need to cum! Please!” you sobbed out, your hips rocking mercilessly against his legs as you struggled. He held you down against him so you didn’t fall, listening to you intently before he leaned and gently brought his hand around your neck, making you stop as he pressed his thumb into the sensitive spot right below your ear.

“Shhh, it’s okay, since you begged so prettily for me and asked so nicely, I’ll give you mercy. Daddy’s not ready to fuck your beautiful pussy yet but I do know how to please you in a better way. On your knees baby,” he purred, rubbing his thumb along the spot. He let you settle down for a moment before releasing you, letting you crawl back onto the bed and show off your red ass. He got up off the bed and moved towards the bedside table, grabbing a condom and some fuzzy handcuffs. “Since I can’t trust you to keep your hands where I want them, I’ll keep them there with these,” he said as he took your hands and pulled them above your head. He took the handcuffs and cuffed you to the headboard, his hands sliding down your arms and down your body before resting on your hips. “What do you need baby?”

“I need you… I need you to let me cum on your cock..” you whispered, hiccupping softly as you spread your legs a little wider, arching your back.

“Alright baby, You can cum on my cock, but only when I tell you to, okay?” he hummed as he grabbed the condom and slid it on. You frowned a bit in confusion before your eyes widened as he carefully removed the plug. “I’m going to fuck your ass.”

“Yes Daddy, I’m yours. My body is yours to use” you moaned, relaxing as you waited for him to lube himself up. He shuffled forward until his knees gently bumped against yours, spreading you a little wider as he lined himself up with your ass. He gripped your hips with one hand and slowly began to push inside you, making you moan as he stretched you out. Your eyes fluttered shut as you buried your head into the pillow, hissing softly as each piercing, although muffled by the condom, slipped within you. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush with your ass, groaning deeply as he laid down along your back, pressing his face into your shoulder.

“Your ass is so fucking tight” he growled out, shifting around slightly as he let you adjust. “But you take me so well…” you could feel every twitch his cock gave, your own hips pressing back against his in need as you panted softly.

“Please move Daddy” you begged softly, peering at him over your shoulder. A smirk slid across his face as he sat up again, gripping your hips tightly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The slow drag of his cock against your sensitive walls made you keen, shudders wracking your body as your clit throbbed desperately. He kept his movements slow and steady against you, watching as you unravelled under him. You tugged at the cuffs slightly as you rocked back against him, groaning deep in your chest as you felt him push deeper into you. The angle allowed you to feel him deep inside you, an imprint raising the skin of your stomach. Your mouth dropped open as he gave a particularly rough thrust, slowly picking up the pace.

“Let me hear you Little Mouse, let the neighbours know who you belong to” he growled as he set a steady but hard rhythm, not going too fast to hurt you, but hard enough to shake you up. He angled his hips to hit those sweet spots he found within you long ago, making you see stars as you panted and cried out for him. You grunted when he fell against you, crushing you beneath him as he fucked into you faster, growling deeply in your ear. He bit into your shoulder as he brought one hand up to slide his fingers between your lips and press down on your tongue. You didn’t hesitate to suckle on them, making them nice and wet, tasting yourself on them. You could feel your pussy just leaking with slick, the only stimulation you got being from his balls slapping against it with each pump of his hips. With his fingers pressing down on your tongue, you weren’t able to swallow, so drool was spilling over onto his hand, wetting his skin and the sheets. You whimpered softly as he gasped and bit into your shoulder, his hips stuttering against yours. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum” he panted out, canines digging painfully into your skin. He slid his free hand down to your clit and rubbed at it frantically, angling his hips so his dick battered that one sweet spot he knew would make you squirt. A tight, coiling sensation quickly formed in your lower belly, making you whine and squirm against him, your legs shaking as you tried to quell the feeling.

“Daddy no… I’ll make a mess” you whined out. You always hated the feeling that led up to you squirting, not liking how it felt similar to having to pee. You held back desperately, but he gave you no room to get away, crowding you against the bed as he worked himself faster into you.

“Cum.” with that simple command you were a goner. White flashed across your vision as ecstasy took hold of your body, a cry leaving your lips as you came under him. The sheets beneath you grew wet as you squirted, soaking both your legs and his, the cool air quickly making you shiver. A strangled moan left him as your squeezing walls pulled him into his own orgasm, his hips slamming against yours and stopping as he spilled into the condom. You trembled under him as you rested your head on your arms, panting heavily as he shifted against you, lazily rocking his hips. Slowly, he lifted himself off of you and carefully pulled out, slipping the condom off and tossing it into the trash. You were shocked to find him still hard. He grinned wickedly as he watched you, reaching and uncuffing you. He flipped you around and pulled you against him, pressing his cock against your belly, letting you feel just how hot his skin was.

“Daddy?” you asked curiously, gripping onto his shoulders.

“I told you I wasn’t ready to fuck your pussy yet, but now I am.” he purred before pulling you into a heated kiss. He pressed you back onto the bed, hovering over you and wrapping your legs around his waist. “But first…” you blinked in confusion as he pulled away and reached into the ever loved drawer of toys, pulling something out and setting it between you. You tried to sit up to see what it was, but he pinned you down, tilting his head. “You trust me?”

“Always,” you said without hesitation. His eyes softened at that and he couldn’t help but set a sweet kiss against your lips, bringing one of the items up. A blindfold. You tilted your head curiously but lifted your head nonetheless, allowing him to tie it around you. You bit your lip as darkness took over your vision, a shiver coursing through your body as his hands slowly trailed their way back down your body, gently spreading your legs a little wider. He set something against your clit then, making you tilt your head as you tried to figure out what it was.

A cry left you as the thing started vibrating, your back arching off the bed as your legs tried to close around the toy. He moved so you wouldn’t be able to, gently moving the toy around in small circles, clicking it to its highest setting. Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you with complete and utter awe. The way your cheeks were dusted red, your lips were swollen and spit-soaked from the amount of loving torture they got today, your nipples peaked atop your supple mounds, and let’s not mention how beautiful your pussy looked clenching down on nothing. He knew how needy you were to have his cock buried within you, but he wanted to drag one more orgasm out of you. To feel your body fall apart beneath him, to have you cry out his name and only his name. He wanted to completely devour all that you could give him. Like hell he would let anyone take that away from him.

It wasn’t long before you began to beg and babble with your need to cum, but you wanted to be a good girl, you wanted to wait for him to tell you to let go. Your body couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to get away from the toy or move harder into it, hips rocking back and forth against him. He shifted against you in return and pressed close, his cock lightly brushing against your entrance.

“Cum baby, let go” he cooed softly. He couldn’t even get his words out before you were falling into the white abyss of pleasure, your back arching off the bed and pressing into him. He didn’t wait a moment before shoving himself deep inside you, groaning as it prolonged your orgasm. A high pitched wail left you as you scrabbled for purchase blindly, trying to grab hold of something to ground you, afraid you would float away. He gripped your hands and tangled his fingers with yours as he set a brutal place, pinning your arms beside your head. The force of his thrusts caused the blindfold to shift around on your face, allowing you to watch him from the bottom of it. His gaze locked onto yours and he used his teeth to peel the rest of the blindfold off before pulling you into a messy kiss, his hips snapping harder against yours. With the added texture of his piercings along his cock, it wasn’t long until you were flying toward another orgasm, hips canting up towards him to get him deeper inside you.

“Fuck, Dabi, I’m gonna cum again” you whimpered, squeezing his hands tightly. He released your hands and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you up so you sat in his lap. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him, pressing as close as possible as he helped you bounce on his cock, his hips snapping up against yours.

“I know Babygirl, I am too” he panted against your lips before breaking the kiss, burying his face in your neck and suckling dark marks into your skin. Your head dropped back and you let your moans ring out into the room, sobbing his name and moaning obscenities. With the angle the two of you were at, his pubic bone was rubbing deliciously against your clit, quickly tossing you into the abyss once more. Your body tensed up against his as you came, squeezing down on his cock and trying to milk it for everything he could give you. “Shit! C-Cumming!” he gasped out, his pace faltering and becoming sloppy.

“P-Please cum inside!” you gasped out, clinging to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfu--” he let out yet another strangled moan and he yanked you fully against him, pressing himself as deep as he could go as he came. You shivered at the feeling of his hot cum spilling deep inside you, filling you up and leaking around his cock to mess up both of your thighs. He bit harshly into your shoulder, breaking the skin there and making you wince. His body shook and twitched against you as his breath came out in tiny little gasps, rope after rope of cum filling your belly. He panted heavily as he slowly calmed down, cock throbbing and twitching as he shifted within you. “Fuck baby… you did so well” he whispered as he slowly laid the two of you back down, settling his weight on top of you.

“Thank you Daddy” you giggled breathlessly as you stroked his hair. He licked at the wound on your neck, rubbing your sides and thighs soothingly.

“Are you hurt?” he asked worriedly. “I know you like it rough but sometimes I get carried away” he hummed, blue eyes dancing with adoration.

“I’m okay, just gonna be a bit sore in the morning,”  you said truthfully, kissing along his face and stroking his cheeks, tracing his scars lovingly.

“It is morning,” he teased, glancing at the clock, which read 2:14 am. You rolled your eyes and smacked his shoulder, causing him to chuckle softly as he reached over and grabbed the blanket, draping it over the both of you.

“Love you Daddy” you cooed.

“Go to sleep Little Mouse” came his muffled voice as he nestled his face into your breasts. “And I love you too.” You giggled and continued to stroke his hair, staring out the window quietly for a while.

“Hey Dabi?” you asked, only for silence to follow. You blinked curiously and peered down at him, smiling fondly at his sleeping face. You shifted a bit under him, hissing quietly at how sensitive you were still wrapped around his cock.

“How the fuck are you still hard?”

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