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triptuckers · 4 months

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sparring sessions - percy jackson

Request: yes! "ok so ik it’s kinda (by kind of i mean VERY) cliche, but i was wondering if u could do like an angst -> fluff where like percy and reader get into a fight n stuff and he like admits that he loves them??" Pairing: percy jackson x reader Summary: when an argument between you and percy gets heated, some things are revealed Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, arguing, angst Word count: 858 A/N: raaaaaahhh I LOVE me some cliche's LETS GO !! thanks for you request, enjoy!

it started out as an innocent sparring session between percy and jake, a hephaestus kid. a couple kids from hermes, hephaestus, and athena decided to get together to train. you and percy also joined.

you'd been at camp longer than percy, so you had trained him in the beginning. the two of you often train together even though percy is now better than you.

but somehow he still looks at you while sparring with someone else. if it's to read your facial expressions or just because you're in his line of sight, you're not sure.

but today it nearly went wrong.

while percy and jake were sparring, percy was looking at you and too late to block jake's sword. he managed to make a deep cut in percy's arm.

the session was immediately ended and percy put his sword away. while the other kids continued their training session, you walked away. you couldn't stay there and be around percy right now. clearly he hadn't listened to you.

but percy, having seen your face, follows you.

as soon as you get to percy's cabin - which provides you with more privacy than your own - you turn around to look at him with an irritated look on your face.

'I told you to ignore me if you're sparring!' you say.

percy frowns. but nothing bad happened? why are you mad at him? besides, he can't look away from you when he's sparring. he thought you knew this.

'and how am I supposed to do that?' says percy, watching as you take off your armor and neatly put it away. 'you're the one that taught me. of course I need to see if you think I'm doing a good job.'

you pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. you're trying so hard to stay calm right now.

'of course I think you're doing a good job, percy.' you say. 'I know you're good at what you do. but you'd do a great job if you would listen to my advice and avoid getting stabbed.'

percy makes a soft offended noise. 'first of all, I didn't get stabbed. I got nicked!'

you groan out loud 'percy! come on, don't be stubborn!'

'I'm the one being stubborn? you should see yourself when you're sparring. you want it to be perfect but fighting never is! it's messy, no matter how good you train someone.'

'I'm going for a walk.' you say, before you get angrier and say things you don't mean.

you grab your armor and walk towards the door, but he steps in front of you, blocking the doorway.

'oh no, you're not. we're not done yet.' says percy, crossing his arms over his chest, displaying the cut on his arm that he didn't have time to heal yet.

'got more to say?' you say.

'yes. you never did actually tell me what I did wrong.' says percy. 'you're mad, I can tell. but you didn't tell me what it was that I did that's made you mad.'

'yes I did. I told you that you need to ignore me when you're sparring. focus all of you attention on the opponent, not me.'

'I can't do that.'

'can't focus on the opponent? I noticed.'

'that's not what I meant!'

'then what do you mean!'

'I meant I can't ignore you when I'm sparring!' says percy loudly. 'I can never ignore you, don't you understand that? whenever you're near you always have my attention, I can never look away. even when you're not near me I'm thinking about you. gods, you're always on my mind because I love you, okay? so I'm sorry if I can't look away from you when I'm sparring!'

you hadn't realised how close you were to each other. now percy's face is close to yours, both of you breathing heavily.

you knew percy liked you, obviously. you wouldn't be staying in his cabin almost every night if he didn't. but this? even though you knew percy had liked you for a long time, you hadn't been together for that long.

'you love me?' you say in a soft voice, feeling your anger and irritation ebb away.

percy closes his eyes and shakes his head, as if he just now realises what he said. then he sighs and when he opens his eyes and looks at you, there's nothing but sweetness in them.

'yeah. I do.' says percy. 'I've loved you for a long time, actually.'

you smile and want to say something but percy's eyes widen.

'wait, shit, is that too soon? should I have waited to say it? oh gods if I-'

'percy.' you say, shutting him up by stepping even closer to him.

'it's okay. I love you too.' you say.

percy grins and his eyes twinkle. without warning, he puts his hands on the sides of your face and crashes his lips against yours. he can feel the smile on your lips.

when he pulls back, you're both smiling.

'you still want to go on that walk?' says percy.

'definitely not.' you say.

percy laughs and kisses you again, your argument already forgotten.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost, steal or translate my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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castiwls · 3 months

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Love your account!! Think you might be able to do something with Dean Winchester about him or the reader getting drunk and ends up admitting things that they wouldn’t have otherwise? A little random but if you’re up to it I would appreciate it!! <3

drunken confessions - d.w

Paring; Dean x gn!reader

Synopsis; Drunk words are sober thoughts

Warnings; none

Notes; tysm thats so kind🥹. I wrote this instead of doing my coursework lmao (requests open!)

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You frowned looking up from the research you had been slowly working your way through as the sound of a loud crash rang through the halls of the bunker. Deciding you should probably go investigate you got up from your bed and began to walk to where the sound came from.

As you walked through the halls you mulled over the possible causes. The bunker was old and things seemed to fall off the walls at least once a week. As you reached the entrance to the map room you stopped in your tracks. Sitting at the bottom of the stairs looking confused and a bit pissed was the last person you expected. “Dean?” You had to choke back a laugh as he looked over to you.

“Did…did you fall down the stairs?” You stepped closer pressing a hand over your mouth to cover your smile as he looked up at you. He sent you a glare, which wasn’t as intimidating as he obviously meant it to be in his drunken state and slowly stumbled to his feet. “Shut up.” He grumbled swaying slightly in his spot. He let out a huff before leaning on the wall.

You took a deep breath and managed to wipe the smile off your face. “Are you ok?” you asked after a moment. You quickly looked him over noting his swaying and flushed cheeks. “Are you drunk?” You tilted your head frowning slightly. “Dean you said you were going for supplies.”

He shook his head waving a hand in your direction. “Store was closed…but the bar down the street was not.” He grinned seemingly proud of himself. You sighed crossing your arms over your chest. He’d promised you he would stop doing this.

“Come on.” You gestured for him to follow you. “You need water and then you're going to bed.” You made a mental note to check the cabinits for some painkillers knowing the headache he was going to have in the morning was not going to be nice. You began walking out of the room when suddenly you were pulled back into something hard.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist and you felt a slight heat rise to your cheeks. You hadn’t been this close to the oldest Winchester in a while. “Can you keep a secret?” He said quietly leaning down slightly to be closer to your ear. “Yeah?” you nodded slightly confused as to where this was going.

“I am madly in love with you. But psshh.”

You stiffened in his hold slightly. “What?” you spluttered out in shock. Dean let go of you and you quickly turned to face him. He grinned at you before pressing a finger to his lips.

Did he really mean that or was it just the drink talking? There was no doubt that you had harboured feelings for him since the day you had met the brothers but you never thought he felt the same. “Dean, you don't mean that. You're drunk.” You shook your head trying to brush him off gently.

This was not a conversation to be having right now.

“No. I mean it. Don’t tell my sober me that I told you that though. It was a secret.” You nodded still slightly shocked by his confession. “I won't. promise”

He grinned before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. The gesture left your stomach swarming with butterflies as you stood there dumbfounded.

He slowly swayed as he looked around the room. He brought a hand to his head rubbing it slightly with a frown before looking back to you. “I can’t wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again.”

You shook your head before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the kitchen.

You were going to need to have a very long conversation tomorrow.

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pandorxxx · 8 months

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A warm welcome

Lo’ak(22) x Metkayina fem reader(19)

Warnings: cursing, slight corruption, p in v, intense orgasms, creampies, DOM-LO’AK, slight age-gap, an angry Aonung at the end.

Synopsis: when Aonung chooses to bully the new family in town, lo’ak doesn’t take it too well. No need to worry though, lo’ak has something that’ll shut Aonung up for good.

🔞Mdni🔞

His walk was confident, long strides with a purpose behind them. Revenge beaming with each step. The 2 free flowing braids that hung down his face were dancing with every harsh step. A sadistic grin plastered across his face with a grip on his fathers cam so tight, he could’ve broken it.

It was about time to teach aonung a lesson for the way he treated him, and his family. Calling him a four fingered freak, and telling him he would never be one of them. He had enough. And finally, he had something that was gonna shut Aonung up for good.

“Lo’ak! You four fingered freak! Didn’t I tell you not to come to this side of the beach?” Aonung teased. With one final step towards Aonung, lo’ak outstretched his hand that held the camera. A devilish smile plastered on his face that made Aonung curious.

“You’re Right, bro! My bad. I just came over to say sorry for hitting you….sooo many times.” Lo’ak joked, making Aonung scoff.

“Here. A PEACE offering. I know I’m a four fingered FREAK, and all, but I made this…just for you.” Lo’ak went on, sounding sincere, nudging the camera into his hand.

Aonung titled his head in curiosity, grabbing the camera out of lo’aks hand. Aonung glanced back up at lo’ak in confusion. Lo’ak rolled his eyes, before reaching over to press the playback button…

Aonungs eyes went wide when he saw his sweet stepsister pop up on the small screen. Her innocent little body sitting on a rock in the middle of the night. She seemed happy, a smile plastered across her face as her legs swung back and forth.

“What the fuck is this?” Aonung asked, his voice becoming serious. “Ohhh, I don’t want to spoil it, just keep watching. I’ve gotta go, but I’ll catch you later , bro!” Lo’ak spoke sarcastically, hitting Aonungs shoulder before walking off. Leaving Aonung there to wonder what the hell he was watching.

-Video plays-

You met lo’ak where he asked you to. When you got to the location, you noticed his camera standing on a tripod. You were always very curious about his human things, and he never had a problem showing you.

You climbed up on the rock, feet dangling about 8 inches off the ground. You were really short, considering the fact that you weren’t the height you were going to be. You were younger than your siblings. You just turning 19, and being the baby of the clan.

“You’re just gonna follow my lead ok?” Lo’ak asked, stepping behind the camera to turn it on. You nodded with an innocent grin, watching the red dot flick on.

“So, tell everyone what your name is baby.” He commanded in a sweet tone. You nodded, obliging to his statement.

“Uh, m-my name is y/n.” You spoke, your sweet voice beaming through the night breeze. He stood up to his full height slowly, crossing his arms around his broad chest.

“That’s such a pretty name. Tell everyone who you are.” He proceeded, watching you through the tiny lense.

“Well, I’m Metkayina. My mother is ronal, my step father is tonowari. The chief of my clan. So I guess that makes me a Princess, right lo’ak? Like how you’re technically a prince.” You went on, with a beautiful smile that showed off your dimples. This was only supposed to be “get back” for Aonung, but he couldn’t help how you made him feel. You made him laugh, you were so sweet to him. And that was something very hard to find in a place like this.

He shook his head with a little chuckle. “Yeah, I guess that does make you a Princess, huh? You’re so pretty like one too, ya know?” He asked, stepping closer to you, his back towards the camera as he looked down at you.

“Am I? You think I’m pretty?” You asked, glancing up at him with those ocean eyes. He bit his lip before caressing your soft cheek. “I think you’re beautiful.” He spoke, swiping his thumb across your cheek a few times. You smiled at him, a glint of purple staining your cheeks.

“Let the people know. Do you have any siblings?” He asked, stepping out the way so that the camera could get you. “Mhm. Older brother, and older sister.” You nodded.

“Hmm. How about you give a big shoutout to your older brother for me. He’s been nothing but….welcoming. So as a thanks to him, I wanna give you a really…reaaalllly warm welcome as well. I think you deserve it.” He smiled, playing in your curly hair.

“Hey Aonung!” You waved at the camera with a bright smile. Lo’ak continued his massage on your head finally glancing at the camera with a dark and mischievous glare.

“Heyyy Aonung…your baby sister and I have some things to discuss. So I’ll just end the video here. Tell your big brother you love him, and that you’ll talk to him later.” Lo’ak commanded, grabbing the camera off the tripod to point it directly in your face.

“I love you, Aonung! I’ll talk to you later.” You spoke gleefully. Then you saw the red light disappear.

Video ends -

Aonung was fuming, yet equally as confused. What did lo’ak do to you? His precious little sister? Or was he just bluffing, trying to get under his skin. Because there was no way that lo’ak fucked his innocent little sister. He’d KILL him.

“This idiot!” Aonung scoffs, brushing it off. He went to turn the camera off, but seemingly pressed the wrong button. Accidently skipping through a segment of videos that were recorded after the one he just saw. He landed on one, and his heart shattered into a million tiny pieces.

Video starts-

“Yeahhh mama, just like that. You’re doing such a good job.” Lo’ak growled, in your ear. He had you pinned against the wall hands tied behind your back with a rope. Cloths still on THANK EYWA, but that didn’t change the fact that he was drilling you from behind.

“I-I can’t- fuuuuck, I can’t, please.” You whimpered, cheek resting on the wall infront of you. Voice rippling from each hard thrust.

“You will though. FOR ME, right?” Lo’ak asked, although it didn’t seem like you had much of a choice. “Yess, lo’ak!” You moaned, eyes visibly rolling to the back of your head. He sent a hard smack to your plush ass before gripping it in his large 4 FINGERED hand.

“Look at that, a man with three fingers couldn’t grip this shit like me, right baby?” He asked, making direct eye contact with the camera as he left a small peck on your cheek.

“Yesss! Oh- shit Yesss lo’ak!” You managed to nod slowly, tears prickling your eyes. He let out a chuckle, laced with lust. With one hand holding your tight restraints, his arm snaked around your neck from behind. A snug, and comfortable hold on your neck while he fucked you like no one else had.

His puffy tip continued to smash into your sweet spot, as he trailed your cheek with kisses. Praising you in your ear. It was all too much, toooo good.

“You’re not the baby anymore, are you? Taking this dick like a big girl. Tell the camera who’s making you a big girl right now.” He moaned in your ear. Still loud enough for the camera to pick up.

You glanced to the side of you, making eye contact with the camera. “L-Lo’ak’s making me a big girl! Mmmm- fuck!” You whimpered, faced screwed in pleasure as your eyes rolled back once again. Silent cries leaving your pretty lips.

He knew you were close. He could feel your tight pussy pulsating around his cock. He shifted his hands to the side of your head, covering your ears for his next statement.

“Seems like I’m not the only freak, hmm? Your baby sister here…whew! She’s gonna make me cum in this pussy. Give you a reason to see my face everyday!” Lo’ak grinned, before turning his attention to your backside . Watching your ass meet his pelvis with every thrust.

“I-Im gonna cum lo’ak.” You whined, mouth agape as you fluttered around him. “Yesss, baby. Let it go for me. Cum on this dick!” He growled, holding your hips to keep your rhythm going as you came undone. It was dramatic, almost pornographic. Your juices trickling down your trembling thighs. He fucked you through it, not letting up on you.

“Yesss, keep fucking m-mee! Don’t stopp, I-I'm still cumminggg!” You screamed with a whiny tone, a river of your slick dripping to the ground beneath you.

“Mhmm, I-I’m right behind you Princess.” He moaned, his eyes crossing in pleasure as ropes of cum entered your empty womb. He continued to thrust into you, making sure that not ONE drop leaked out.

He pulled out slowly, both of you moaning in satisfaction. You slid down the wall as your trembling legs just couldn’t keep you up without the help of lo’ak.

He walked over to the camera, picking it up from the tripod. “Think you might wanna be nice to me from now on because I might need you to babysit in the future, bitch!” Lo’ak joked, laughing Into the camera.

“Tell the camera bye, baby.” Lo’ak spoke, angling the camera to the ground, where your unconscious, tied up, body laid. Still twitching from your intense orgasm, you whimpered in response.

-video ends-

There was really no explanation for how completely mortified Aonung was, all he wanted to do was find lo’ak, and KILL HIM.

But that wouldn’t be so smart. Considering the fact that his future niece or nephew would grow up without a father….

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soggyriceee · 8 months

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ok ok there's probably already a fic about this?? but I haven't read any or saw one so like what iff A König x reader where readers been secretly studying german just for Him and he thinks they can't understand a thing so he switches with his native language whenever he feels flustered about them,, then one day reader just replied back in German too akckskcjs🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

teach me | Konig

warnings: female!reader, strong language, fingering, oral(m receiving), unprotected p in v, German but most likely broken German lol, this gave me subby Konig so..

summary: request

I just wanna say anyone who has requested, I've already started them and am gonna try to push them out as soon as possible :))

"Erdbeere" you called back to your phone. the ding sound confirmed you were right, causing a smile to spread on your face. just as you were about to press the green next button, the door swung open swiftly, pointing out your giant of a boyfriend Konig. "hello maus." he smiled, at you, kicking his boots off.

shoving your phone between the couch cushion, you smile over to him. "hi baby. I missed you." you replied, moving into a 'criss cross' position. he shuffled over to you, groaning deeply as he sat on the couch. "tired?" you asked, tilting your head to look at his tired state. he hummed, closing his eyes.

"very. I need a shower but.. wanted to see meine Prinzessin." he answered, opening his eyes to give you a small smile. you blushed, your mind quick to understand what he said.

for months you had been studying German for Konig. partially for him, but also because it's always good to know another language. you had always been one for studying new languages, you had no clue why it took you so long to get to German. you could say that now, you really had a reason.

Konig had wanted you to learn German for a while now too. but you chose not to tell him. you wanted to wait until the perfect moment to talk to him in a fluent sentence. he always expressed how important it is to him that your kids speak German. and how could you say no to the man who gives you everything you want?

"awh, im honored." you giggled, shifting to sit on his lap. an innocent move, of course. his eyes opened, head tilting to look at you. "maus?" you looked at him, an innocent smile on your lips. "what? just wanna be closer.." you smiled, scooting closer onto him. he sucked in a breath, watching you timidly.

"hmm.." he hummed, placing his hands on your thighs. "you know I get so nervous and.. hard when you're on me like this? is that what you're trying to do?" he asked, his thumbs rubbing circles on your thighs. "hmm more like I wanna tease you. don't have to try if your already rock hard." you smirked, grinding down on his hard on. immediately his cheeks turned a bright pink, his head falling. "Du machst mich so nervös, meine Liebe- you make me so nervous my love"

watching as his cheeks turned so bright, and the smile on his lips made your pussy flutter. you lifted his head gently, leaning in to place your lips on his neck. you sucked at his skin gently, soft moans, more like sighs, leaving Konig. his hands moved slowly up your thighs to your hips, grinding you into him. "mm.. getting desperate?" you joke, pulling away from his freshly decorated neck.

he nodded slow, looking into your eyes. "missed you all day.. Ich brauche dich so sehr- I need you so bad." he whimpered, his hands continuing to move your hips in his lap. you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Dann lass mich auf dich aufpassen- then let me take care of you." you whispered.

Konig's eyes grew wide, a smile creeping onto his face. "w-what did you say?" he asked, his cheeks turning bright pink. a chuckle couldnt help but leave your mouth as you wiggled in his lap, an amusing smile on your lips. "I've been practicing." you responded, your fingers trailing down his chest.

Konig couldn't help the boner that grew in his pants. the sound of your voice alone made this man rock, so you speaking his native language only made your voice that much more sexy to him.

your fingers reached the waist band of his pants, your fingers looping under the hem and tugging them gently. you felt his hard on press right against your thigh, making your hips grind against him gently. you smiled up at him before scooting off and onto your knees in front of him, dragging his pants down with you. you watched at his member sprung up, the tip red with pearls or pre cum at the tip.

"so hard.. just from me speaking German hm?" you said, taking both your hands to his length, moving them up and down slowly, squeezing it every so often. he let out a shake breath, readjusting himself on the couch. "y-yes engel.. just for you." he breathed out, bucking his hips in hopes you'd get the hint to move your hand faster.

he had a long day, very tired man. so of course you obliged, happy that you were finally able to be in control for once. well not for one. but its been quite some time. "bet you want more than this huh?" you teased, leaning in closer to his cock, your lips dragging up what your hands did not reach. he mumbled a small 'fuck' his eyes remaining on yours the whole time.

"yes.. bitte nicht necken." he begged. please don't tease, is what you understood. it made your cunt clench, hearing him beg for you in German. you both never had spoken in German. especially not during sex. you liked understanding the praises or even degrading things he had to tell you. the only time he ever really spoke German during sex was when he was cumming or overstimulated.

your lips found the tip of him, your hands slowing down and moving mainly at the base. your tongue circled around his head, earning a distressed whimper from him. "p-please engel". your eyes looked up to meet his as your mouth expanded around the thickness of him, his mouth opening ajar, and from it, a shaky breath. "y-yea just like.. that." he moaned, his hand quick to find the back of your head.

he set a pace for himself, assuming you'd follow along with it. which of course, you did. your hand dragged behind your mouth, your palm quickly becoming wet with your own saliva. your eyes remained on his, the eye contact making your pussy throb painfully in your undies.

"so good.. Fühlt sich so verdammt gut an." feels so good, he said. his head fell back, your eyes making him dangerously close. and he didnt want to cum too fast. not now. effortlessly his hand moved your head up and down his shaft, occasionally holding your head down when he would thrust his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

tears ran down your face as the lack of air caught up to you, your hands now finding their way to his knees to keep yourself from tipping over. you could feel the pre cum coat your tongue and the back of your throat, motivation for you to keep going. "so close engel.. mach weiter, einfach so." he'd whine. of course you'd keep going, why would you stop.

his head moved up from the couch, looking down to meet your pink cheeks and teary eyes. saliva coated hour lips, rolling down your chin too. your eyes were closed, almost as if you were at peace with him in your mouth. "oh..fuck." he moaned, his other hand gripping the end of the couch.

your eyes shot open once his hips began to fuck up into you, the grip on your hair tightening. he was so desperate, he couldn't help but hold your head still and fuck up into your wet cavern. with your hands on his knees you felt him begin to shake slightly, his whimpers another sign of how close he really was. you looked up into his eyes, wet sounds and small gags filling the room aside his whimpers.

and thats all he needed to cum. your pretty eyes looking up at his, taking every inch of his cock down your throat. "o-oh ..nimm es... nimm alles für mich". and that you did. you took every last drop of cum that shot from him, swallowing around him. his head tossed back as his back arched up from the couch, legs shaking on either side of you as he slowly thrusted in and out of your wet mouth.

you stayed like that for a while, watching as his body relaxed and slumped on the couch. satisfied, you puled him out your mouth, saliva and cum drooling down your face and his cock to his balls. the sight was filthy. you looked up at him, watching as his eyes slowly opened and closed. he was so tired and worn out. perfect.

you crawled onto his lap, taking his semi hard member into your hand. his eyes peeled open, looking up into yours. "I need my own release too no?" you smiled, pulling your panties to the side as you aligned yourself at his tip. "l-libe hold on please I- oh fuck." he count finish his sentence before you sunk down onto him, stopping halfway to get used to the stretch.

you had no intentions of being patient with him. you slid the rest of himself inside of you, a small smile on your face as you looked at him. just from that alone, how warm and wet your pussy was he was ready to cum again. your hands made their way to his chest, your knees pressing on either side of his thighs as you lifted yourself up, plopping back down.

your mouth fell open, feeling him hit the deepest part inside of you. Konigs hands were quick to make their way to your hips, his head pressed into your neck. "So groß. Ich glaube nicht, dass ich es ertragen kann". you whimpered, moving back up him and plopping back down. he loved hearing how big he was, how you didnt think you could take him. he loved how small you were compared to him, it was one of his biggest turn ons.

you eventually picked up the pace, watching as his body pressed tighter against you. "slow down please libe.. d-don't wanna cum yet." he whimpered, trying to pin your hips down. but your hands found his, moving them away and to the side of him. you knew he could completely power over you right now. and he knew it too. but he wasn't going to. he loved submitting to you. he loved when you took over his body for him. he loved when you were so careless with him.

your head fell back, allowing you to hear just how wet your pussy was when it moved up and down him. you clenched around his cock, emitting yet another pathetic whimper from him. "K-Koni~" you'd moan out, looking back at his face. his eyes were rolled back, mouth ajar as pathetic little whimpers left his lips. the sight yet again made you clench around his girth, his hips bucking up helplessly. "g-getting close engel.. so close." he whimpered, looking into your eyes.

you leaned down, pressing your still wet lips to his. your hips never stopped the pace they were at, despite the burning feeling that took over your legs. you were too cock drunk and he was too pussy drunk for you to give up. "Ich will, dass du so tief in mir abspritzt. Kannst du das?" you whispered against his lips, pulling his bottom one gently.

Konig couldnt even respond with a 'yes, ill cum inside you baby' before he ..came inside you, crying out desperately as his hips bucked up into you. it definitely through you off guard, not realizing how much your words truly turned this man on. and it threw him off guard even more. but it was a good feeling, and it was definitely the hottest thing ever for you.

you watched as his body shook and twitched with each bounce you gave, only getting closer and closer to your high. Konig lifelessly moved to rub your clit, his head in your neck as he whimpered the most desperate pleas into you. "please cum around my cock.. n-need to feel you cum around me." he whimpered, thrusting up into you.

your stomach began to twist with pleasure, feeling his tip hit right at your womb. his cum ran between your legs, coating them. "K-Koni i.. im gonna cum.. oh God." your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into you as your cum coated his cock, your back arching against him. his thumb continued to rub on your clit, his hips slowly thrusting up into you.

panting, you pulled away from him, pushing his body away from you. as if he was dead, he laid against the back of the couch, looking up at you. his forehead was covered in sweat, lips parted as he took long, slow breaths. "how.. long have you been learning?" he breathed out, keeping his thumb pressed against your clit. you smiled, leaning against his chest.

"almost a year now. I wanted to surprise you in a more romantic way but.. I couldn't help it." you admitted, closing your eyes to the sound of his heartbeat.

you both remained like this for a good half hour, listening to each others breathing. is hands ran up and down your back, his dick softening inside you. "shall we go shower?" he eventually asked, looking at his watch. you sat up, smiling to him. "Ja." you responded.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 5 months

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One Good Fuck/ 1

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 4.5k

Includes- Rough sex, intense sex, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, dirty talk, tummy bulge, squirting, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms

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Hongjoong POV

"What the hell did you just say?", I ask in disbelief

"You really gonna make me say it again?", she asks

"Yes. Yes I am", I answer

There is no way I heard her right

No way

She huffs, "I need to get fucked. I want you to do it"

Ok she did say what I think she said

"Excuse me? Are you serious?"

She can't be serious

She's my best friend and all and we are very open with each other

But not that open

She sighs, "Yeah I'm serious Joong. I just...I haven't been laid in almost a year-"

"A year!", I exclaim, shocked

A year without sex...no way

How the fuck did she do it?

"Yes Hongjoong a year! Jesus Christ, I'm not a famous idol who can have his pick of girls ok?", she fumes, "And I'm not a fucking slut either. I don't open my legs for just anyone"

"But you'll open them for me?"

She glares at me, "You know what? Fucking forget it!"

She turns and heads for my bedroom door

"Ok wait!", I call

She stops, glaring at me over her shoulder

"That was a dick thing to say", I admit

"Yeah it was"

"I'm sorry", I apologize

She crosses her arms, "Fine"

"I was just surprised ok? And I'm kinda wondering, why me?"

"Because I know you the best", she says, "And I think you could do it the way I want you to"

I could fuck her the way she wants me to?

"What way is that?"

"Rough", she says, looking everywhere but at me, "Hard, fast. Fuck me like I'm your sex toy. I just need one good fuck and I'll be good for awhile"

I swallow hard, my body hot and yeah I'm a little turned on

I absolutely can do that for her

But there's one problem

"I uh...I'm seeing someone. A makeup artist", I tell her

Her eyebrows raise, "You have a girlfriend? Why didn't you tell me? I would never have asked you this if I knew!"

"She's not my girlfriend....it's just...casual dating"

"So you're fucking her?"

I nod, "Yeah. Sometimes we go out to like eat or whatever too"

She's quiet for a few seconds, "I guess you really like her to spend time with her outside of your bed"

I mean, yeah I do like her

She's pretty, she has a sweet personality and she's good at sex

I don't know if I feel those kinda sparks, at least not yet anyway

I'm not sure I'm looking for that either

I guess if it happens then it happens

"I'm sorry for asking Joong. I didn't know you had a girl already"

"Jo-", I start

"Just forget I said anything ok?", she asks, inching towards my door, "I'm gonna go and die of embarrassment. I'll see you later"

She grabs the door handle but I tell her to wait

I don't want her to leave

I...I want her

Looking at her, knowing she wants me to do this with her, I want her

"Joong-"

"It's not serious. With the girl", I explain, "It's just hanging out right now"

"You don't have to explain", she says, "Really, you don't"

"I do, since I'm gonna fuck you"

Her head snaps so fast towards me, shock in her face, "What?"

I stand up, walking towards her slowly, "I can do everything you want. I can fuck you hard, rough, make you scream, make you cum over and over"

Her eyes widen with every word I say

I get to her and I look down at her blushing face

"I'll make you mine and fuck you like you're my personal cock sleeve"

Reaching out to her, I run my fingers in her long hair, leaning down, stopping just before my lips touch hers

"If that's still what you want", I whisper

"It is", she says softly

With that, I close the distance between us, my lips against hers

I feel a shock run through my body, tingles running down my spine

Jesus, her kiss is amazing

Her arms wrap around my neck as I bend down and pick her up

Her legs wrap around my waist and fuck me it feels so right

Turning, I walk us to my bed, laying her on her back

Pulling away from her lips, I move her shirt up her body, "This needs to come off"

I find that I'm so excited

This is my best friend

I've never seen her this way before, never thought about her like this

But right now, I can't wait to see her naked, have my tongue in her cunt, have her legs around me while I'm deep inside her, fucking her brains out

She wants me to be rough and I will be

Pulling her up, I remove her shirt and her bra, then shove her back down on the bed, my hands around her boobs immediately

Fuck me, they're so soft and squishy, so big

"Your boobs are amazing", I let her know, squeezing softly

"Uh...thanks", she answers shyly

I just smile, "Don't be nervous baby. I'm gonna take good care of you"

Leaning down, I press a chaste kiss to her cheek

"I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good", I murmur, kissing her other cheek, "Make you cum on my fingers, in my mouth, all over my cock"

She inhales sharply, her eyes moving to mine and I can't help but smirk

Guess my best friend is innocent, although I don't know if she's really like that or just nervous

We'll see

I'm gonna have so much fun with her

"Remember babygirl, you asked for this"

Her eyes widen, biting her lip but she nods

Leaning over her, I press my lips to hers in a kiss

She responds immediately, her hands burying in the back of my hair, holding on as she kisses me back passionately

My head spins from her kiss and I feel dizzy, not sure where the feeling is coming from but I'm enjoying it

Her hands move from my hair, around my body, slipping my shirt up

Breaking the kiss, I sit on my knees and she follows, sitting up, pulling my shirt completely off

"Oh my fucking god", she whispers, her eyes glued to my body

I really don't know why she's so shocked

It's not like I have abs or am muscular like San or Yeosang or Wooyoung

I'm just normal

My skin shivers when her hands lay on my chest, slowly touching me

I can't help but close my eyes, feeling her fingers move down to my stomach, her fingers leaving every piece of skin she touches on fire

I seriously don't know what's wrong with me or why I'm feeling like this

I never felt like this with a girl before

Never shivered, never closed my eyes against their touch, never wanting their hands all over me like I want hers

"So fucking hot Joongie", she murmurs

Just as I open my eyes, she hugs me tightly, her hands now roaming my back as her lips press kiss after kiss to my neck

I can't stay away from her lips right now so I lift her face to mine, crashing my mouth against hers wildly

Shoving my tongue in her mouth, hers plays with mine as I push her back down on my bed

Kissing her roughly, I slide my hands down her body, hooking my fingers into her leggings and panties, pulling them down

I have to pull away from her pretty lips to get up to pull all of her bottom clothes off

Once I discard them on the floor, I lift my gaze to her, getting my first look of her completely naked

And holy fuck

She's fucking gorgeous

Seriously the hottest girl I've ever seen

Jesus Christ

"Goddamn baby", I gape, running my fingers over the thigh tattoo I didn't know she had

She whimpers softly, biting her lip and turning me on

"You're so fucking beautiful", I continue, moving back on the bed as I move my hands up her body

I was so preoccupied with her boobs that I didn't notice her sexy as fuck rib tattoo

The colors are so vibrant and bold I'm wondering how I bypassed it

Then I look at her boobs and I remember why I didn't notice the tattoo

God they're so big, so perky, so fun to squeeze and her nipples are already hard

Can't wait to suck on them

Leaning down, I latch onto her hard nipple, sucking right away

"Hongjoong, ffff....fuck", she cries, her back arching, her hand immediately in my hair, tugging on it

God, her nipple is so fucking hard making it easy to suck on

I grip her other boob in my hand, pinching her nipple there, her moans so loud, so pretty

Switching to her other nipple, I run my fingers down her body, feeling her soft skin tremble against my fingertips

Fuck, I like that a lot

Moving my hand between her legs, I groan into her nipple feeling how soaked she already is

Goddamn

Running my fingers between her slit, I press on her clit when I get there, rubbing circles on her softly

"Hhh...Hongjoong", she gasps, her hand gripping my arm

I smirk, loving the sound of her moaning my name

I could get so used to hearing that

As I play with her nipples, I maneuver my hand so my thumb is flicking her clit and I slide two fingers down and into her wet hole

"Joong!", she moans as I slide into her further, feeling her cunt suck my fingers inside, tightening around them

Fucking hell, so fucking tight it's insane

"Mmm your pussy is gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock baby", I murmur, so excited to get inside her

"Fuck Joong", she whimpers

I press my fingers inside her, moving around, trying to find her spot

I feel a spot inside her that feels slightly different and I rub there

"Fuck!", she cries and I smirk around her nipple

Found it

I move my fingers in and out, making sure I hit her spot with each move

Switching nipples again, I finger her as I suck, my thumb swirling around her clit, feeling her completely soak my hand

Her hand slides in my hair, gripping the strands as she moans so prettily for me

Her cunt throbs hard around me and I figure she's close already

I guess that happens when you haven't been laid in a year

Quick orgasms

Plunging my fingers deep into her, she screams, her body arching as she floods my hand with cum

She squeezes my fingers so goddamn tightly and I can't help but think about how it's gonna feel around my cock

Probably amazing

I keep rubbing her spot as she cums to keep her in pleasure, watching her orgasm and be completely shocked at how gorgeous she is

Like how didn't I notice this before?

Her pulsing lessens as she unclenches my fingers, letting me pull them out

Her sticky white cum is all over my fingers and I immediately put them in my mouth, desperate to taste her

"Oh fuck", I moan as I suck her off my fingers, blown away at how good, how sweet she tastes

Jesus Christ

I need more, right now

Kissing down her beautiful body, I open her legs wider as I get to where I want to be

Fuck, her pussy is so tiny

So wet

I bury my tongue in her cunt, licking up and down furiously, tasting more of her

So fucking good

Fuck

"Hongjoong! Oh my god!"

Hearing her scream my name sends shivers down my spine and I've never loved hearing my name more than in this moment, in her sexy voice

I run my tongue up her slit, then roll over her throbbing swollen clit

"Yes Hongjoong! Fuck"

Lavishing her clit with licks, I moan feeling the pulses under my tongue

I'm so fucking hard, wanting to be buried in her cunt so badly

But I also want to eat her pussy, so I continue

Wrapping my mouth around her clit, I suck once, listening to her screams

"Don't stop Joongie"

I won't, loving the way her clit feels in my mouth

No way I'm letting go

Increasing my speed with each suck, I slurp on her clit, addicted to her throbbing bump

Her hand reburies in my hair, her other holding one of my wrists that's clutching her thigh

As I tug on her bump, I move my hand to hers, lacing our fingers

I immediately feel like this, holding her hand, is so right

Like I'm supposed to have her hand in mine

She squeezes my hand as she moans my name and again, the feeling like this is supposed to be how we are, together, hits me hard

I push the feeling out of my head, focusing on making her cum

Switching back to licking, I slide my tongue down between her swollen lips, pushing into her hole and wiggling inside her cunt

"Joong!", she yells, clenching around my tongue, her juice leaking all over my face

Pulling out, I fuck my tongue back inside, reveling in the throbs around my tongue, in her taste and her screams for me

I fuck into her cunt a few more times then go back to her clit, sucking on her hard and faster

Alternating between these two, I eat her cunt like I've never eaten one before, loving how her cunt completely drenches my face, my neck and my chest

I'm so into eating her pussy, wanting her to cum in my mouth so badly

I don't have to wait long

The next suck to her clit has her screaming my name, pulling my hair as she orgasms

I quickly slide my tongue down, burying it in her cunt, feeling her cum around it

"Hongjoong!", she shouts, her cum covering my tongue making me moan so loudly

So fucking good

I swallow over and over, desperate to make sure not a drop is wasted

When she lets go of my hair, finishing, I pull my tongue out, swallow then lick her until her pussy is clean and I swallow everything

I start to pull away when I notice her hand is still clutching mine tightly

Smiling, I kiss the back of her hand before disentangling our fingers

Moving off the bed, I get my sweatpants and boxers off, kicking them across the room

"Goddamn"

I look up at her, her eyes on my dick, her mouth slightly open

"Like what you see?", I smirk, wrapping my hand around my cock, jerking myself off a few times

She nods, her eyes wide, "That's fucking huge"

I shrug

Yeah I have a big dick

Makes up for being short

"Think you can take it?", I challenge

She bites her bottom lip but nods, "Yeah I can take it"

Confident

I like it

"We'll see", I answer, getting back on the bed, moving on top of her

I run my fingers in her hair a few times, pushing it off her face, then kissing her

All the feelings I had before come swirling back as I deepen the kiss and her arms moving around my neck

God, why does that feel so right?

Instead of thinking about it, I wrap her legs around my waist, moving my cock to her cunt and pushing inside

"Oh fuck", I moan against her lips, feeling her unbelievably tight pussy open just enough for me to slide through

Her cunt hugs my cock tightly as I move, pleasure hitting me hard

It's never been this pleasurable getting inside a girl before

Never

The more I move, the wetter she becomes, sucking me inside her at the same time

Her hands slide down to my arms, her fingers digging into my skin as I swallow her moans

I give one last shove, sheathing my entire cock inside her welcoming pussy

She clenches so hard, making me gasp as I break the kiss, leaning my forehead on hers

"Jesus Christ Jo", I murmur, "God you're so fucking tight. Choking my cock"

"Yeah well, you're fucking huge Joong. And really thick. Jesus, I've never been stretched like this before"

I'm proud of that

"Is...is that good?", I ask

She nods, "Really good"

I smirk, "Well I've never been in a pussy this tight before"

She giggles, "Is that good?"

"Really good", I repeat

"Good", she laughs more and I notice how cute her laugh is

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Shaking that thought off, I move, sitting on my knees, getting my arms under her knees, pushing her legs to her chest

"Ready to be fucked?"

She nods rapidly, "Yeah. So ready"

With that, I pull almost all the way out, awed at how much cream is already all over my cock

Jesus, she's fucking horny

So am I and I slam my cock back into her pussy hard

"Oh god!", she cries, her hands grabbing my sheets hard

I move again, slamming into her cunt at a fast pace, fucking bliss coming over my body

I'm surprised at how well her cunt takes my cock, eagerly swallowing my length, fluttering hard around me

"Fuck", I murmur, watching her as I fuck her

Her body is so hot, her boobs wiggling around, her head back into my pillow, moaning, pleasure all over her face

God, she's stunning

I get the best of both worlds

I get to feel her and watch how gorgeous she is when she's in pleasure

Some girls aren't so attractive when getting fucked

She is

"Joongie", she moans, her hands gripping my forearms

"How does my cock feel jagi?", I ask, pounding harder, splitting her little cunt on my dick

Fuck, the sight of her hole spreading and straining, creaming my cock so fucking much is burned into my brain

I won't forget this anytime soon

"Feels so good Joongie"

"Yeah baby? How do I feel good? Tell me baby"

Slamming inside her, I hit her spot, her beautiful screams music to my ears

Her eyes open, glazed over as they look at me

"Tell me how my cock makes you feel good", I grunt

"So big", she moans, "So fat. So hard. Touching all the right ppp...places...ffff...fucking my spot so good"

"Yeah baby?", I smirk, watching the pleasure on her face, her gasping as she nods

"Yes Joongie! Love being full of your cock"

"Oh yeah? Like being stuffed with dick?"

"Yes", she wails, her cunt holding my cock in a vice grip

"Then how about you cum for me?", I demand, "I feel you crushing my cock baby. Your pussy wants to cum so badly, don't you?"

She nods, "Yes Joongie, yes"

"Then cum for my cock"

Hitting her deeper, I plunge my cock into her, my head repeatedly smashing her spot, her body arching, a yelp leaving her mouth with every thrust

"Cum around my cock baby. Cream me up good", I order

Her pussy pulses so fast, signaling her impending orgasms

Her eyes close but I'm not having that

"Open your eyes", I demand, holding her chin in my hand, "Look at me while you cum on my cock"

Her eyes snap open, immediately gazing into mine as she explodes on my length

I have to hold back a cry and force my eyes open as unbelievable pleasure assaults me from her orgasm

Holy mother of God, a girl's orgasm has never felt this good, never given me this much bliss before

And all the while, she screams my name, her gorgeous body shaking, her nails digging in my skin and her big beautiful brown eyes locked on me

I hold her gaze, nodding, "Good girl, keep going baby. Fuck you feel amazing. My good girl"

"Hongjoong", she moans, her body slumping against the bed when she finishes

I move my eyes down, pulling my cock back, seeing the creamy mess all over me

"Fuck baby. You made such a pretty mess"

"Sss...sorry", she breathes

I shake my head, "I love it baby"

"Yeah?", she asks, out of breath

I nod, "Yeah"

I adjust her legs so each one is over one of my shoulders, then I grip her hips hard

"Let's see how much of a bigger mess you can make jagi"

"Wha- oh fuck!", she cries as I thrust into her pretty pussy again

Fucking her mercilessly into my bed, I watch her as I impale her on my dick

Her stomach bulges everytime I go in and that sight makes me fucking feral

Fucking harder, I take in the sight of her tummy popping up over and over, watching my dick move so deep inside her

I make sure I pound into her spot each time, making her body tremble on the bed

She's so sweaty, a light sheen of it misting over her sexy body

Moving my eyes down, I moan from the sight I see

I watch her pussy take my cock, watch her cream coat my length over and over so much she's dripping on my bed

Beautiful sight

"Such a creamy pussy baby. Creamiest I've ever been in. So fucking pretty", I praise her

"Jjj...Joongie", she hiccups

I tear my gaze from my cock disappearing inside her to her face

I'm shocked to see tears running down her face as well as pure pleasure

"Joongie", she sobs, "So good"

"Yeah baby?"

She nods, hiccuping again, her eyes so fucked out, "Mmmm...m..more Joongie. Harder"

I smirk, "Look at you. My best friend crying for my cock. Sobbing for me to fuck you harder. You love being impaled on my cock don't you?"

She nods, sobbing, "Yyy...yes"

I fuck into her harder, driving my cock in so deeply, smashing her spot each thrust, the pleasure the most intense I've ever felt

It's fucking addicting

With each slam, her pussy clings onto my cock more and more, throbbing around me hard, soaking me like a waterfall

"My best friend loves my cock inside her"

"Yes Joongie! I love it!"

"I can tell jagi. So tight for me, sucking me back in desperately, drenching my lap with cream. God your pussy is so pretty taking my cock. Those fucking swollen lips wrapped so snugly around my cock", I growl

The tears don't stop running, her screams getting louder and louder

"Do you hear how loud your cunt is? How wet you are for me? Just me? Your best friend?"

She nods, her hands moving around my wrists as the wet sound of her cunt swallowing my cock sounds in the room

God, I wish I could record that sound along with her screams and listen to it on repeat when I'm fucking horny and need to jerk off

That'd be great

I take in the sight of her, smiling at how much of a wreck she is right now

Something I never thought I'd ever see

"You're so fucking beautiful, crying on my cock like this", I tell her

The sight of the tears on her face, her fucked out eyes, her sobbing as she takes my cock is imprinted in my head and I know I'm gonna be thinking about it all the fucking time

"Does it feel good?", I ask, "Does your pussy feel good getting ruined on my dick?"

"Yes! Fuck yes! Wanna be ruined by you!", she whimpers, "Only you"

Damn fucking right

"Can you take more baby? Or is my cock too much for you?", I tease, moving her legs down around my waist, keeping them wide open and moving my hand to play with her clit

She screams wordlessly as soon as my fingers rub her, her body arching beautifully

She's throbbing so fast, so goddamn hard, clenching on my shaft in a death grip, sending pleasure into every single vein in my body

"Do you want me to stop fucking your pussy?", I demand, keeping a continuous rhythm of shoving my length into her and rubbing her clit at the same time

"I..I...", she babbles through tears, her nails digging into my wrists

"Answer me"

"I...I...uh...I.."

"Look at me!", I order, her wet eyes moving to mine, "Answer me or I'm going to stop fucking your pussy"

"No Hongjoong! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!", she shouts at the top of her lungs

I laugh, "I knew you wanted more. My greedy little pussy loves coming huh?"

"Yes!", she yells, shivering, "I love coming on your cock!"

"Good", I answer, rubbing her clit in circles furiously, "I love feeling you cum on me baby girl. Gonna want it all the time"

That's not a lie

I can get addicted to her orgasms easily if I let myself

Hell I can get addicted to her pussy too

But I can't, this is a one time thing

A favor to her

"Cum on me. Now!", I yell

"Hongjoong! Hongjoong!", she screams, her body tensing and arching as she orgasms

I keep my eyes on her cunt, watching her pussy start gushing creamy squirt all over me

"Holy shit", I whisper

I made her squirt

And it's so much, pouring around my cock, completely drenching me and my bed

"Fuck baby, making a huge mess on my cock"

It's mesmerizing and so pretty

I glance up at her, my mouth dropping when I find her face in utter pleasure, screaming my name like a chant

"Hongjoong! Hongjoong! Hongjoong!"

Over and over, my name falls from her lips, sounding so fucking pretty

I start moving again, fucking her through it, her body shaking uncontrollably

Her pussy is crushing my cock in spasms and I'm so close

I lean over her and crash my lips to hers, kissing her silly

Her arms wrap around my back, holding me against her, as she moans in my mouth, her fingers leaving heat in every nerve that she touches

She becomes unbelievably tight, clinging onto me as she orgasms again, her nails digging into my back

"I'm gonna cum!", I yell, breaking the kiss, "I'm gonna cum! Please, inside jagi, please"

God I want to fill her up so badly

Want her full of only my cum, want her leaking only my cum

"Yes", she whimpers

It's like I was waiting for that because as soon as she finishes speaking, I let go

"Fuck! Joanne!", I scream in her neck, plunging my cock deep in her cunt, releasing into her

Pure ecstasy takes over and stars blast in my eyes as I empty and fill her perfect little cunt

"Hongjoong fuck baby", she murmurs, kissing me wherever her lips could land, "You feel so good baby"

I can't speak, can't think as I feel every drop of bliss

It's so much, too much but just enough at the same time

As I come down from my orgasm, I relax into her a little at a time, feeling her little kisses, her fingers running soothingly through my hair

My cock falls out of her but I stay on top of her, not able to move just yet

That was seriously the most intense orgasm I've ever had and I'm fucking exhausted

"Joongie?", she asks, tiredly

"Can't move yet", I whimper, snuggling into her, "Can we stay? Few minutes?"

"Yeah Joongie", she agrees

One arm moves around me, her other continuing to play with my hair

I kiss her neck softly, then close my eyes, completely relaxed in my best friend's arms

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 6 months

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Burning the Candle at Both Ends

This is my first time writing for COD, but I've watched some clips and read some fics so I hope I do him justice.

Part one of The Way the Stars Love the Heavens series.

Contains: Fluff, non-sexual bed-sharing, unresolved feelings. Not beta read.

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1.7K words

A translator's work is never done.

"Any luck?" It was the question you had been dreading for hours, you were no closer to cracking the horrible mess of coded communications and the frustration was driving you insane.

"No." You sighed at Soap's face, his easy smile wasn't helping, it was almost like he found your frustration assuming. "I'm trying Latin next. You know this is a job for an analyst right? I don't really know what I'm doing here."

He shook his head. "I have faith. You're the best translator we got. I was stopping by to tell you that we'll be gone for the next forty-eight hours, we gotta leave the wire for something."

You gave him a nod and turned back to your screen. "Ok then, I'll be here, like I always am. I'll be lucky to get away from this thing with all the work you've sent my way."

Soap chuckled. "We gotta keep you busy, if you get bored, you might take your talent elsewhere." He paused and looked around, checking that you were still alone before jutting his head towards the common room where everyone else was enjoying some downtime before the jump. "But we both know there are other things keeping you here."

You turned away from the screen and shot him a pointed look. "Shut up, you promised you wouldn't bring that up again."

He raised his hands as he pushed himself off the corner of your desk. "Just saying."

He walked away without another word, and you turned back to letters as they unscrambled at a snail's pace. It was going to be a long night.

****

Knock knock

"Come in Simon." You knew that knock well, the two short raps were the only ones that you ever heard, no one else bothered.

He parked himself in the same spot that Soap did, on the corner of your desk, but unlike Soap, Ghost leaned his huge frame over into your personal space as he looked over the monitor. "You look like you're making some headway."

You sighed and leaned back in the chair, rubbing your face as tiredness slowly set in. "I am three per cent closer than before."

"That's three per cent better than you were an hour ago." He could be so gruff sometimes. He turned from the screen and towards you but made no move to back away. "I was just coming to say goodbye."

You nodded, he was close enough that you could smell his shower gel under the gun oil and cordite coming off his uniform. "Yeah, be safe."

Despite the mask, you could tell he was smiling. "Don't work too hard love. The world's not going to end if you get some rest."

You fought the urge to smile and reached out to shove him playfully, but he didn't budge. "Says the man who never takes his mask off."

He shook his head and stood up and his massive hand landed on your shoulder. "We'll be back in two days."

You drummed your fingers on the desk and nodded. "Of course. I'll see you soon."

His hand lingered for a moment and silence filled the room, times like this, where something hung in the air between the two of you were becoming all too common. "Yeah, see you soon."

****

Ghost was tired and his body ached, it had been two days of non-stop work and all he wanted to do was go back to base and sleep. The humvees pulled into the vehicle bay and he climbed out, watching as the others dispersed while Soap stayed behind. "You gonna see y/n before you hit the hay?"

Ghost shrugged. "Don't know, I figured she'd be in bed about this time."

"You know that won't be true, it sounds to me that you're avoiding her." Of course he was, he was covered in blood, sweat and dirt and he stunk to high heaven.

He sighed and almost rolled his eyes. "I'll go see but she won't be awake."

Soap crossed his arms over his chest. "How do you know that?"

"Because I asked her to get some rest." He knew that meant nothing, but still, he hoped you do it for him, he did ask nicely.

The look Soap gave him had Ghost walking away, knowing that if he stayed any longer, Soap would start asking questions he wasn't ready to answer.

Despite the weight of the exhaustion he felt, he got a second wind when he saw the light coming out from under your office door. He walked right by and into the kitchen, then plucked your favourite MRE out of the cupboard and threw it in the warmer before making his way to your office.

He knocked on the door twice and your raspy, sleepy voice came through the wood. "Come in."

You were in different clothes but he could see how tried you were, your eyes red and ringed with heavy bags. "You been to bed?"

You nodded. "I tried but the alarm went off, they changed the code again so I'm back at it."

He shook his head and raised the green bag. "I brought you food."

You reached out with a grateful sigh and took it from him. "You have no idea how much I need this." His mask crinkled with a smile and he sat down on the only other chair in the room. You looked him over and gave him a slight smile. "How was the op?" You could smell the blood on him but you wouldn't dare say anything, you didn't want him to leave.

"It was what it was." Part of him wanted to elaborate, to tell you about the shit he saw, but he didn't want that in your head too, even if you knew you'd listen.

You tucked into the food, the hot meal was perfect and you couldn't fight back a moan as it started to sate the hunger you didn't know you had. Ghost's chest rose sharply but you didn't say anything, and he looked at the pouch in your hand. "Good?"

You nodded. "Amazing. Thank you."

You wished he'd take the mask off, sure he had nice eyes but seeing his full face would have been better. He pushed himself up, reached over and tapped the desk. "Now that you're all fed, I'm gonna clean up and get some rest. If I don't hear you open your door within the hour, I'm coming to get you."

You sighed. "Yes, yes, I know, I need to sleep."

He shook his head and opened the door, looking over his shoulder to get the last word in. "That you do."

****

Ghost took extra time in the shower, the hot water soothing his body as the blood and dirt washed down the drain. In the steam, he wondered to himself why he was being such a coward, it was as plain as day how you felt about him, yet he couldn't voice the return of your feelings. Maybe he was worried about what it would mean for your friendship but deep down, he knew nothing would really change, just the fact that he had said the words out loud.

He turned off the water and threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, knowing that the halls of the pod that held the 141's dorm rooms and your office would be empty was enough that his mask was unnecessary. He thought about heading to his room, knowing he would hear you through your shared wall if you decided to listen and get some sleep, but he knew you and decided to check your office first.

Light was still coming from under the door, but for once, he didn't knock. He pushed open the door with the same careful quiet that he used out on a mission and smiled to himself when he found you curled up in your chair fast asleep. He knew the meal would have you off in dreamland, and part of him was happy that it was like this, although he was loathed to admit why.

He placed one arm under your knees and the other around your back and lifted you into his arms, carrying you the short way to your dorm, knowing there was no way you'd rouse with how tired you were. But when he came to your door and pulled the handle, it didn't move and he was at an impasse. Sure, he could root around in your pockets for your keys but that would wake you up and he didn't want to do that.

He thought back to when, in a drunk haze after a celebration, you accidentally found yourself in his bed, muttering about the wrong door before falling asleep on top of him. He reasoned to himself that you'd had shared a bed before, so this time wouldn't be any different before he opened his door and went inside.

He placed you on the bed, climbed next to you and pulled the covers over your body, the tight space forcing him close to you. He sighed as his second wind left him and rested his head on the pillow, looking over your sleeping face with a smile. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair off your face, caught up in the moment until your eyes blinked open. "Is this a dream?"

"No." He desperately hoped you wouldn't get up.

"Oh good, you're pretty."He let out a genuine chuckle, his chest filling with warmth as your hand landed on his cheek. "Do you want me to go back to my room?"

There was no way in hell he was going to say yes, not a single part of him wanted that. "No, you can stay, I didn't want to wake you looking for your keys."

You sighed and nuzzled closer into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body to hold you in his embrace. "Thank you, I'm think I'm too tired to move anyway."

"That's alright love, I got to look after my favourite girl." He had no idea what all this meant, not your confession at finally seeing his face nor the fact the your warmth against him was making him feel things he wouldn't dare voice. "Goodnight y/n."

Your lack of a reply and the slow up and down of your chest was enough of a reply for him to take the leap, and he pressed his lips to the top of your head as he spoke. "I love you."

Part 2

#simon riley/you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon riley/reader #the way the stars love the heavens #call of duty

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atsvmi · 1 year

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Isagi’s Interlude

“I wish I wasn’t famous/ I wish I was still in school/ So that I could have you in my dorm room/ I would put it on you crazy” - Cece’s Interlude, Drake

✿ tags: minors dni, 18+ content, pro!Isagi, fem!reader (called good girl, wears a skirt, has cleavage, etc.), established relationship, mention of an age difference (reader is older than Isagi, both are in their 20s), consensual audio recording, role play (university students), switch!Isagi, switch!reader, oral (male receiving), humping, unprotected sex, mentions of virginity but neither is a virgin, purity kink, corruption kink (?), one mention of a spoiler, tbh i think this is pwp but idk

✿ wc: 3.5k

✿ a/n: the time has come that i officially am no longer catfishing as a writing blog🥳 please clap. also, this is my first time writing smut so please be kind<3

“Do you think we’d still date if we knew each other when we were in school?”

Your question is a random but welcomed conversation as you both work to reset your shared kitchen after dinner, you wash as he dries. In the seconds between the next clean dish, he pauses to consider his answer, before choosing to reach for low-hanging fruit.

“Do you mean high school? If so then...I hope not,” he finally answers. He can’t help but laugh as you fling the excess water and soap from your fingers onto him in indignation.

“No, I didn’t mean fucking high school. And quit making me seem like a fucking cradle robber, asshole.” You’ve been together long enough that the four-year age difference between the two of you is little more than a fun fact and a harmless joke at times. He can sense your annoyance is mostly for show but he chooses not to push any further.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry,” he manages to get out between chuckles, fending himself from the assault of suds. Again he pauses to really think about what could’ve been. What would he have studied? Would he manage to get into a university with a good team? How would you manage to cross paths? He realizes it’s hard to consider anything when he doesn’t know much about your own school experience outside of the anecdotal stories you’ve told him.

“Tell me what you were like in school first.”

You resume washing the dishes, multitasking as you answer him.

“Um…pretty lame honestly. I wrote for the school’s newspaper. I wasn’t super active on campus but that made me get out there more than I would’ve on my own. But I did go to some parties.”

He lets your answer sink in.

“Yeah, I think we would’ve still got along. You don’t sound like you were much different from now so I don’t see why not.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see your lips turn slightly up, pleased with his answer. Cute.

“Do you ever think about your life if things turned out differently? Like if Blue Lock never happened?”

He can’t say he has. Blue Lock changed his life on its head completely, it’s hard to imagine things working out any differently. Tada and the others he went to school with were freshly graduated, at least according to their social media updates, so he supposes he would be too. Yet still, it’s hard to think about something so different than today.

“I dunno. I can’t really picture it. Actually, I don’t even want to. If I didn’t go to Blue Lock then who knows if I’d ever get the chance to play the soccer I want to. I’d probably never get to play professionally either.” He lets his train of thought wander, eventually realizing that without playing professionally, who knows if he’d ever cross paths with you. He buries the thought before it can even fully form and upset himself in the process.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” you conclude as you hand him the final dish. “I’m gonna get ready for bed. Can you just finish up here by sweeping?”

He nods in the affirmative, which you thank with a kiss that just misses his lips before leaving in the direction of the bedroom. Left with only his thoughts he can’t help but think a bit more about what could’ve been.

Obviously, he’d continue playing soccer as long as possible. Sure his high school team wasn’t amazing, but maybe through tryouts he’d end up at a decent enough school. And he’s always liked art class. Maybe he would’ve tried to pursue a fine arts degree? Or physical therapy to help athletes just in case soccer really didn’t pan out. But what then? For someone who’s built an entire soccer career around the ability to visualize a scenario, he really can’t help but to draw a blank.

Distracted by being in his own head, finishing around the kitchen takes longer than usual. When he finally manages to make his way to your shared room, he just manages to hear the sink’s water turn off, a sign that you’re at the tail end of your nightly routine.

He turns down the bed, first removing the many throw pillows you insist are necessary (a mild point of contention in his opinion. After all, what good is a pillow you’re not even allowed to lay on?) and then making himself comfortable using the “sleeping pillows” to prop himself up against the headboard, occupying himself by scrolling on the phone while he waits for you to make your way to bed. Despite it being the off-season he’s scheduled to meet with a trainer to maintain his conditioning so an early night is in order.

The click of the bathroom door opening draws his eyes but more importantly, what you’ve decided to wear to bed has his full attention.

“Baby, you look-” he starts before you cut him off.

“Is this still a good time for the interview?”

“Interview?”

He’s never been so confused in his life. And even worse, he can’t even dedicate half of his mind to start to comprehend what you’re playing at when he’s busy eyeing you from head to toe. The only thing on his mind is the oversized replica of his Bastard München jersey you’ve tied at your waist and the shortest skirt he’s ever seen. If he were to turn you around he’s sure that it’d cover absolutely nothing he’s sure a skirt is meant to. But even more captivating is the pair of thigh highs that indent into your skin the same way his fingers do when he-

“Yes? The post-game interview. I was hoping to get a quote for the paper from the player that scored the winning goal.”

“Uhh…” Is the most intelligent answer he can muster as he watches you climb onto the bed with a pad of paper and pen in hand. The size of the jersey only frames your cleavage as it gapes open thanks to gravity. Eventually, you make yourself comfortable, legs tucked under you and pen poised to take notes of his response.

“Is it ok if I record this,” you ask, sliding your phone on the nightstand, voice recorder rolling once he manages a stiff nod of his head. You continue. “So what were you thinking in that last play? It was pretty amazing if I say so myself.”

“Winning goal?” He should feel embarrassed by the way he can’t pull his eyes from your legs but the slither of skin between where your skirt ends and the socks begin is calling his name. It’s like he’s in high school again the way he can feel the blood rush from his head. Only your groan of annoyance gives him the strength to meet your eyes again.

“Babe, it’s called role play,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe in some ways, it is.

“Right. Role play.” A beat passes. “What exactly are the roles we’re playing?”

The look you give him makes his cock twitch in his pants.

“Obviously, you’re the star of our university’s soccer team and I am the reporter assigned to cover the season. You just scored the championship goal. Aaaand scene,” you drop your pen and paper to clap for extra effect and then grab both again, poised and ready for his answer.

Truthfully, he can hardly keep up with your antics but that’s never stopped him from trying. He’s had enough practice managing eccentric personalities from the cast of characters Blue Lock managed to put together so this is nothing but a cakewalk. The fact he’s in love with you only makes your idiosyncrasies endearing.

“Right.” He clears his throat, buying time. “I try to keep a cool head and focus on the field whenever I’m playing. A championship game doesn’t change that.”

You scratch something down on the notepad before continuing.

“And how do you feel now that you’ve won?”

“It’s a big achievement to win the championship for the school, and even more so to be the one to finish the game. I just hope to do even better next year.”

This time you jot away a bit longer, leaving his attention to wander back to your outfit. He reaches out a hand to appreciate the getup, running his hand up your knee to just under the hem of your skirt.

“Mr. Isagi you seem pretty distracted. Are you sure this is still a good time?”

“Call me Yoichi”. He doesn’t move his hand away when he answers.

Again you put down your props, seemingly for good as they rest next to your phone.

“I suppose this is probably too boring of a celebration for a star player like yourself. I should probably let you go back to the team for a proper congratulations. I’m sure you have quite the fan club waiting for you.”

“I doubt it. I’ve never been that popular.”

With that, you scoot closer, letting your legs fall open so that he can get the slightest glimpse between your legs if your skirt were to ride up even the slightest centimeter.

“That sounds doubtful. Who wouldn’t want a chance with Isagi Yoichi? Ace of the soccer team. Handsome and nice to boot.”

Despite complimenting his personality, your attention is focused on his physique, eyes roaming across his body appreciatively. He doesn’t fail to notice that you linger a second longer where the sheets have started to tent.

“Do you think it’d be ok if I properly congratulated you,” you ask, resting a hand on the sheet, ready to pull it away at a moment’s notice. You both have a healthy sex life, both well accustomed to initiating, but it’s rare for you to be so forward. He might pass out if you wait any longer to touch him.

“Congratulations? What did you have in mind?” Is all he can get out, forcing you to get straight to the point.

“Let me suck your cock. As a congratulations on a job well done.” Your hand cups his length through both the layers of the sheet, his joggers, and underwear, but he swears he could still cum with the slightest amount of friction he’s so wound up.

“Yeah. Yes. Please.” He’s near breathless, he wants you so badly.

Not a second is wasted before you have him bare from the waist down. He completes the look by pulling his shirt over his head, throwing the offending article wherever it chooses to land. All the while, you shimmy yourself down between his legs. Sure he’s the one fully naked but the eroticism of the sight before him already has him on the brink of cumming.

His name emblazoned between your shoulder blades is something he still has yet to learn to be normal about, but more than that, he finds that he was right about your skirt not covering an inch of your backside. However, what he wasn’t expecting was for it to perfectly frame the curve of your ass since you’ve apparently decided to forego underwear.

“Fuck me,” he gets out in only a puff of air.

“In due time, Mr. Yoichi,” is all you offer before kissing the mushroom tip, smearing the precum that’s collected on your lips, and then swallowing all that will comfortably fit in your mouth. It takes all the strength he can muster to not instinctively buck into you but he can’t hide the deep groan that comes out involuntarily as he meets the entrance of your throat.

“Fuck. You’re so good at this. Always so good,” he offers as he bundles your hair into his fist, slowly guiding you up and down his length. The praise leads you to moan around him, getting him even closer to the brink of cumming.

To get a better view he props himself up on one shaky arm, massaging all that he can reach, as you use your other hand to fondle his balls. Mere minutes pass before he starts to feel the familiar pit of pleasure begin to grow in his belly and it takes all his willpower to pull you off of him before he cums from the added stimulation. It’s next to a miracle that he manages to hold off even after he’s pulled you off once he sees the thick strings of saliva that still connect the two of you.

“I wasn’t done yet,” you have the audacity to pout.

“I didn’t want to cum yet,” he answers. Even to his own ears, he sounds debauched.

While still catching his breath he pulls you close, encouraging you to straddle him. You do and let out quiet moans as you rut your bare pussy against his length. Despite being so close to cumming before, he’s happy to let you do as you please. When your legs eventually tire, he switches to using both hands on your waist to manhandle you the way he knows you like.

“Tell me how you feel, sweetheart.” He can’t get enough of your sounds, no matter how small. To see how much of a mess you’re making he flips the front of your skirt, his tip coming in and out of view as he rocks you back and forth.

“So good, Yoichi. Your hands feel so good.”

He knows it’s not enough to get you off, that you need more. Eventually, he stops, pulling you down so that your chests meet. If you really want to role play, he figures he should get into the role he’s been assigned.

“Is there more to my award,” he asks, hands roaming under the jersey and under your skirt. There’s nowhere his hands don’t explore while he waits for your answer.

“W-what more do you want?”

He moves his right hand so that it’s between your bodies, spreading your pussy lips so that he can fully appreciate the wetness that’s accumulated. He uses his full palm to rub your clit while he answers.

“You said you’d fuck me in due time, yeah? Or were you all talk?”

“Um…about that.” Your eyes are fluttering, struggling to stay open and focus on his words. He feels like he’s on top of the world seeing how he can ruin you. “I have to t-tell you something.”

“I’m listening baby.” His voice is muffled as he leaves kisses across your neck and cheeks. Anywhere he can reach while you still use him to get off.

“I’ve never done this before.” Your eyes meet.

The proverbial record scratches and again he’s confused.

“What do you mean, you’ve never done this before?” Sure you both have busy schedules but there’s no way this is new to either of you. As a matter of fact, it couldn’t be more than a week since he had you in this exact position-

“I was a virgin when I got to college,” you whisper directly in his ear.

Again you have the upper hand as it feels like he’s been doused with a bucket of ice. The feeling only lasts a second though before it feels like every nerve lights up once he connects that this is still a part of the scene you’ve conjured. Oh.

The idea of you as a virgin has never crossed his mind once until this very moment. Given the age you were when you met, he had no reason to give it consideration. It’s not like he was even a virgin when you met. He makes a mental note to do some soul-searching later to find out why he’s rock hard and nearly brought back to the brink of cumming at the mere idea.

“Do…do you want to keep going?”

You laugh. A full out belly laugh.

“Yoichi, you're so cute. Only you would still be so considerate even in a fantasy.”

If all the blood in his body wasn’t occupied he’d probably blush at your teasing.

“I fucking love you,” you emphasize with a kiss. “Yes, I want to continue.”

Not another word is needed before he’s fully plunged back into the world you’ve created. No, he's never thought about you as a virgin but now that the seed has been planted he’s going to absolutely ruin you.

Within a breath, he’s switched your positions, now with you on your back and him pulling your legs onto his lap as he sits above you.

“Tell me if anything is too much, ok?” He preambles before he sucks both his ring and middle fingers, slowly pushing in one finger, then the other when he deems you ready.

Now that you’re fully on display for him he can’t help but stare. Again, the skirt hides absolutely nothing but he does push the jersey so that your tits are on display for him as well. Seeing you dressed but so exposed has his head swimming.

“You’re so pretty. Prettiest thing I’ve seen on campus.” If he’s going to play along, then he might as well go all out.

He bends at the waist to take in one tit, using his tongue to lick at and bite your nipple, before turning his attention to the other all the while he doesn’t stop pumping his fingers into you.

“Yoichi, please. I need you,” you whine.

He takes pity on you and moves from your chest and back up to your lips, kissing you deeply. God, he’s so in love with you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just wanted to make sure you were good and ready. I want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

“I promise I’m ready.”

“Ok, ok. I hear you. But can you do me a favor and clean my fingers for me?”

As soon as his request hits his ears your mouth falls open in a way that can only be described as obedient. He lets you suck at both his fingers until he removes them himself, the way your tongue slips between them turning him on all the more.

“So good for me. I really am a lucky guy, huh?” He watches you preen under his praise as he reaches next to your head for an extra pillow, lifting your hips to situate it underneath you.

“Ok, if you need me to stop just tell me, ok? For any reason.” You nod your head yes.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Yoichi. I promise.”

“That’s my good girl.”

He locks his hand in yours before he finally presses into you, both of you moaning as he works his hips into you. It’s a fantasy, sure, but he’s as mindful as he can be to be slow and let you get accustomed to him, even if it’s far from your first times, or even 48 hours since he last fucked you.

He’s captivated by the way your mouth falls open as he fucks into you. It’s familiar but entrances him every time. When you give the go ahead he increases his pace, working at that spot he knows gets you there the fastest.

“More, need more,” and he knows exactly what you need, licking his thumb before rubbing against your clit in tight circles. It’s only through time and experience that he knows exactly how to work your body, confirmed by the way you babble his name as if it’s the only word you know.

“You’re taking me so well. Feel so good, so tight. Can feel you squeezing me. You gonna cum for me?”

“Yeah. Gonna cum for you. So fucking close.” You’re wrecked.

“I know, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Kiss me.”

Your wish is his command, him meeting your waiting mouth. It’s barely a kiss as you can hardly meet his mouth between your moans but he swallows them all dutifully. It’s when your back arches and you fall near silent beside one final cry of his name does he know that you’re cumming. He pulls away to watch you fall apart.

“That’s my girl. So beautiful. Let it out for me.” The vice around his cock makes it difficult to fuck you through your orgasm but he powers through. Only once you relax does he rut into you a few more times before he loses himself, filling you as deeply as he can manage.

It’s silent once he collapses next to you, both catching your breath. When he catches his breath before you he departs with a peck to your lips before he leaves for the bathroom, returning with a damp rag.

“If that’s what I missed out on then I wouldn’t have minded going to school,” he breaks the reverie, cleaning between your legs before his cum has a chance to cool and become uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m glad everything worked out the way it did. Now I can have you all to myself,” you smile at him. He thinks his heart might burst.

“Yeah…that’s true too. Maybe everything worked out the way it did so that we could meet each other?”

“God, you're so sappy. Gross.” You both know you don’t mean it.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” He once again bends at the waist to meet your lips. Gross or not he’s glad things aligned to this very moment.

You meet him halfway, sitting up on one arm to brush away his damp bangs. When you pull away you meet his gaze.

“I really, really do fucking love you, Yoichi”.

Yeah, he’s sure he’d meet you in every universe.

#isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi smut #isagi yoichi smut #blue lock x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock smut #bluelock smut #i’m going to walk away from this site for 48 hours out of shame #(me lying)

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luimagines · 8 months

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Father Time

Another commission!

They asked for father figure! Time who may or ay be their actual dad to a kid who joined the group of heroes. It’s just a sweet little thing. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Dad!”

“Here we go.”

“Dad! Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Father! Papa! Dadd-”

“Yes! Yes! What?” A laugh tumbles out of his before he can help it. “My, my. You are persistent.”

Giggles follow soon after before a smaller force collides into his back. Time shakes his head, putting his hands over the smaller arms that wrap around him.

Multiple heads turn their way, before snapping back in a failed attempt at subtlety. Time takes a mental note of it, although he’s not entirely sure if there will ever be a moment where he could properly attend to it.

“I have a request.” The younger one popped their head from around his side. A newer addition to the group. They’ve seemed to have taken a liking to him and Time to them. Something about them was enough to loosen his nerve and façade.

They smile and let go of him, instead using the opportunity to hang off of his arm and swing it with wild abandon. They can’t be much older than their Sailor, perhaps by a year or two, but they act younger than the other ones their age. It’s stunning, seeing the difference their adventures mark on the heroes. They don’t claim to be one of the chosen, at least. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time and now they’re traveling with the group.

Time shakes his head, letting them do as they please with his arm. He can still feel lingering stares from the boys. “What is it?”

“Why do you only have cute nicknames for the Rancher and the Champion?” They pout. “Seems a bit unfair, don’t you think? I’d like one too.”

Time trips over his own foot for a second before he takes his arm away. Before the kid can get the wrong idea, he wraps it around their shoulders and pulls them into a headlock, ruffling their hair.

“H-hey! Let me go! That’s not part of the deal!” They cry, trying to push him away.

Time laughs, letting them go. He gives them a beat so that they can recover from the onslaught before he replies to their question. While they hold the top of their head in exaggerated defeat, Time guides them back to keep moving forward. “The Rancher is an exception and the Champion’s name was chosen for him by said rancher. No one else has nicknames.”

He smirks. They pout harder.

They cross their arms and look away from him now. It’s as if he has offended their very existence. “I still think it’s blatant favoritism. How come I don’t get one?!”

Time doesn’t think he’s winning this one. Somewhere in the group he can hear a snicker from one of the boys. Hidden, breathy mummers about him being a pushover reach his ears, but with the kid standing in front of him with a finger to his chest, there's little he can do to address it.

He puts his hands up instead. “Alright. What would you like to be called?”

“Noooo!!!” They groan, tossing their arms over their head. “That’s not how this works!”

Time snorts, ruffling their hair once more for good measure. “Am I supposed to come up with one for you then?”

They don’t try to fight him this time. “...Yes...”

Time nods, purposely walking away from them. “I suppose you’d want it to be all your own.”

“Yes! No copying others!” They seem to brighten, happily following his footsteps.

Putting his hands behind his back, he tries to think of something that would work. Given that this seems to be important to them, he doesn’t want to brush it aside. Even if he wants to give them a hard time for a little longer.

“How about Honeybee?”

“No way!”

“Pumpkin?”

“I’m not a little kid.”

“Sport?”

“Come on!”

“Champ?”

“Dad!”

Time snorts, covering his mouth. “Ok, ok ok.”

They huff and puff, trying to keep up the act of their pride. But when they think he’s not looking, they let a little sliver of a grin peak past their defenses. They’re just as much fun with it as he is.

“I say you can call them Honey Bear.” Wild breaks the silence. “With their sweet tooth, I’m surprised they haven’t shortened my supply.”

“Honeybee would be a little more accurate with how they never seem to sit still.” Warrior laughs to himself. “Busy as a bee as they say.”

“I like Honeybee.” Time mutters, still thinking about it. He looks over to the kid to get a reaction but instead they seem a little red in the face and they seem to be biting their lip. “How about that?”

“It’s cheating because the Captain thought of it first.” They grumble, even as their cheeks darken.

Warrior lets out a small cry of victory while Time knows that he has to think of something else.

“How about I just call you Honey from now on?” He leans down to look them in the eye. “Is that ok, Honey?”

They finally struggle to hold eye contact, even as a blinding, if shy, smile adorns their face. “It’s ok…”

“Our turn!” Wind cheers, bounding up to attach himself to Time’s other arm. “We all get nicknames too, right? Otherwise it’s blatant favoritism.”

Time gets caught off guard. “Um- well.. I… sure? I don’t see why not but I didn’t think that-”

“Awesome! Then it’s time for all of us to have one. Except Twilight and Wild since they already have nicknames.” Wind puts Time’s hand in his own hair. “And Honey, of course.”

The kid on his other side blushes. “H-hey! Only dad can call me that! You just call me by my name!”

Wind sticks his tongue out, still holding Time’s hand hostage. They stick their tongue out in return.

Time sighs, ruffling both of their heads as he looks to the rest of the group. They all seem to be looking at him expectantly.

So he gives them names and his is Dad.

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“Chapter 2 — The Present Time, Shared Memories, and the Letter.” (no cws - wc: 831, platonic/fluff/slight ansgt, gn reader)

It had been years since the fallout of the renowned High Cloud Quintet. Dan Heng had been banished from the Xianzhou, Blade was a Stellaron hunter — a wanted criminal, and Jing Yuan had become the General, with [name] as kind of “second in command.”

You two have been able to grow even closer than you were back then. You were both looked up to and were held in high regards by the Xianzhou citizens, and much has changed since then.

“Ahem, mx. [name],” Fu Xuan gets your attention, taking you out of your trance. You look to her and smile slightly.

“Diviner Fu, hello,” you welcome her. “Any news?”

“The General would like to see you. I am unsure why, though, wouldn't say,” Fu Xuan answers as she crosses her arms. You nod and get up from your seat.

“Thank you, Fu Xuan,” you say as you move swiftly to leave.

“I don't mean to pry, mx. [name],” you stop your movement and look back at Fu Xuan, urging her to continue with a nod. “Why do you always space off like that? You do it more than Jing Yuan,” she turns to you, her usual stern expression having a hint of curiosity in it. You sigh.

“Just reminiscing about the past, Lady Fu,” you reply solemnly, looking down at your necklace. You've never taken it off since they've gone. Other than your weapon you still wield, it's all you have left other than the muddled memories.

“You’re doing it again..” Fu Xuan chides. She then tells you to get going, saying she has more things to do and you both leave out the door.

As you make your way to see Jing Yuan, you look around at the Xianzhou. It's changed a lot since back then, but it's been a good change. It had to rekindle itself after the incident after all.

You walk up to Jing Yuan with a smile, shaking your head to rid of the thoughts still floating around in your mind.

“Hey, Yuan,” you greet with an accompanying wave. “Ms. Fu Xuan said you'd like to talk with me?”

“Yes, that would be correct, [name],” he answers as he nods to you in a greeting.

“Well, what is it you'd like to address?”

“There’s a few things, but for now, let's talk about the old times?” This has become a common thing for you two, taking a moment to reminisce about the time where everything was ok. You swallow hard, looking away and up to the sky before you agree and start walking the trail you always do, away from the Xianzhou bustle.

“You know, [name],” Jing Yuan starts, garnering your attention. “Even though you're my elder, it sure doesn't seem like it, huh?” he looks over to you with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Oh stop it, you know I don't like being addressed as your elder,” you reply as you playfully elbow him. “It feels weird to be addressed as such.”

You two continue to walk, some Finches following along as you talk about your old friends and laugh about old memories.

“Yingxing always had a soft spot for you, including Dan Feng,” Jing Yuan says, holding a Finch on his finger.

“Yes, I realize that now,” you continue looking up at the sky, recalling the times you had with them as you crossed your arms. “Though it always seemed like they had something else going on behind us, didn't it?”

Jing Yuan thought for a moment as the bird flew off. “Yes.. even when I was younger, it always seemed like they were something more than friends,” he agreed.

“You never really talk about Jingliu by the way.. how come?” silence engulfs the both of you for a moment, a solemn look in Jing Yuan's eyes as he looks to the ground. Probably shouldn't have asked.

“Well.. I figured you knew a lot about her since you knew her then as well,” he finally answers.

“I suppose so, huh..” you wouldn't say the atmosphere was awkward for you two per se, but it was definitely not the usual for when you two were together in moments like this.

“This may not be the best time to bring this up, but..” Jing Yuan pulls out a folded piece of paper and offers it to you. “I want you to read this, and guess who it's from,” you comply and take the note from him.

As you read it, your eyes slowly widen. “This can't be from who I think it is.. right?”

“I see that you and [name] have become very accomplished peope since we last saw each other all those years ago.. It must be nice. In accordance with our old vow, we should once again roam our lands of past, drink in celebration and recount our great adventures.”

Jing Yuans nods at your words. It seemed he understood who it was from as well.

“Jingliu.”

notes: guess who finally got off his ass to finish ch 2 💀💀 but it's here after too long!! A few things abt the note here — can't remember if Jing Yuan knew abt the sender and I obviously added my own stuff in it to fit what's happening in this story so. Ya. I am pretty happy with this outcome so yay!! Angst in the works now for ch 3 hehe 😈😈 also if anything here is messy I'm sorry 🙏🙏

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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ok hear me out reader is with her bf and vecna gets jealous and proves hes better than readers bf 🗿

I Can Do Better

Vecna x Female! Reader | HORROR, R-rated for sexual content

CW: Spoilers for Season 4 Vol. 1, has themes of horror that may be grotesque for some readers

word count: 2k

AN: This was something a LOT of readers requested, and I am happy to say that I have DELIVERED. This scared me a small bit, I wont lie. But I enjoy the horror side to Vecna’s fics. I hope you enjoy this one!

You had been hearing things in your sleep for a while now. Sometimes you heard echoes skitter across your bathroom walls at night. You swore you saw spiders in the corner of your eye. But every time you whirled around, there would be nothing there but the clean white tiles of the walls glaring back at you.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror.

“You are going to go back in there, and you are going to enjoy it.” You told yourself this every time your boyfriend, Jesse, came over.

He just wasn’t…skilled? Was that even how you could describe it? You shook your head. Maybe this time it would be different. You were stressed. Work had left you exhausted at the end of every day. That could be why. It had to be.

“Hey,” Jesse smiled up at you from his place on your couch as you cozied up next to him.

Your heart fluttered in your chest at how adorable he looked. His dusty blond hair was tousled, curls and all falling into his eyes. A sweater essentially swallowed him whole, along with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. This was a sight you wished you could come home to more often. If the two of you could just not be so busy with work…

“You need to relax,” Jesse huffed, letting you sit cross legged between his own legs so he could massage your shoulders. “You are so tense, angel.”

“That feels good,” you sighed, letting your eyes close.

The drone of voices on the TV blended in with Jesse’s voice as he started to ramble on about his day. His fingers kneaded almost sensually into your sore muscles. You groaned and let your head fall forward. It just felt so fucking good.

“Are you enjoying yourself, baby?” Jesse chuckled, continuing his ministrations.

One of his hands roamed underneath your shirt to knead the soft flesh of your lower back. His hands were freezing.

“Your hands are cold,” you complained, wriggling away from his touch.

“No, they aren’t,” he frowned and pressed a hand to your neck. Sure enough, his hands were warm against your skin. “It must’ve been a draft.”

“Yeah…” you couldn’t help the feeling of unease settling in the pit of your stomach. Had it really just been a breeze?

You shook off the feeling and closed your eyes again, leaning your head forward again as he continued where he’d left off. His hands made they way from your shoulders, down your arms, to your sides, and rested on your hips.

“Lie down for me, will you?” he whispered softly into your ear, a sly grin on his face.

“Anything for you, my love,” you said, a cheeky smile gracing your lips as he gently pushed you down to lie on your stomach.

“It’s the least I can do for you. This week hit pretty hard, huh?” His fingers pressed into the muscles across your shoulder blades, slowly inching down to the small of your back, and around your waist, gently squeezing your sides with enough pressure for you to let out a small moan.

“What was that?” You could practically hear the smug smile on Jesse’s face as he leaned in to give the crook of your neck a soft kiss.

You didn’t bother saying anything back, just shaking your head, allowing him to inch your shirt up and pepper kisses along your back.

“Oh.” You gasped, from what Jesse thought was him, when it was really those cold hands reaching underneath you, fingers like ice digging into your hip bones.

Jesse took this as a green light. Warm arms wrapped around you to turn you over, leaving you caged underneath him. You took a deep breath and met his eyes, allowing the golden brown of his eyes to soothe your anxiety.

Those cold hands ran down the sides of your ribcage, and you made a move to sling your arms around Jesse’s neck. Jesse is real, you told yourself. This is real.

Warm lips met yours and you sighed into the kiss, letting it melt all your worries away. A hand made it way down, fingers trailing and brushing against your clothed centre. You gasped into the kiss and allowed him to take your bottom lip between his teeth, revelling at the gentle sting.

The rustle of fabric, a bra clasp undone, and the tips of calloused fingers softly grazing over the peak of your breasts. Another pair of hands, cold, cold, cold, squeezed your hips at the same time Jesse squeezed your breasts. You keened at the different touches, not being able to stop the breathless whimper that escaped your lips.

See? I can do so much better…

Something was very wrong.

“Are you feeling good for me?” Jesse murmured against your ear, voice breathless and ragged.

A cold kiss trailed up your neck, nipping at your jaw.

You’ve behaved so well, haven’t you? the cold fingers raked down your throat.

You let out a stuttered moan and brought a hand up to your neck. Your skin was cold.

“Hey…are you alright?” Jesse looked down at you with worry in his eyes.

“Um…” you broke away from his gaze and took a deep breath, stilling your thoughts. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a bit cold?”

“Oh, I can get a bl-” He started getting off of you to stand up.

“No, no,” you put a hand on his chest and sat up yourself. “It’s okay. Let’s get some dinner fixed, okay?”

With the mood killed to all hell and back, Jesse spent the next two hours helping prepare dinner and staying to watch TV for a while. You’d made it up to him by opening one of your bottles of White Zinfandel sweet rose.

“Goodnight, my beautiful lady.” Jesse gave you the tightest hug imaginable, swaying as he let go to walk down the porch steps.

“Get home safe please!” you called after him. “And drive slowly.”

“Yes ma’am.” Your boyfriend saluted to you, a blush on his cheeks as he got in his car.

You waited for his car to round the corner before going back in, the autumn chill making you rub your hands over your arms.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you said to yourself, switching lights off as you walked to your room, wine bottle and glass in hand. It was less than half full anyways, so why not finish it? It was Friday after all.

Three glasses later, you were on your bed, eyes half closed as music played softly from the TV. You hadn’t bothered to switch it off.

Sooner or later, you found yourself half asleep, blanket half draped over your body. You shivered and pulled the blanket up to your chest.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The clock didn’t wake you up. You didn’t even own a clock. Yet, there it was. The soft chime. You glanced over at your alarm clock. You couldn’t see the time. You were dreaming.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Hello?” you dared to call out, your voice thick from sleep.

Your head pounded. You squeezed your eyes closed for a while; a hand pressed to your forehead. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that rose. It was sweet. It always gave you a headache.

Aren’t you scared?

This voice wasn’t one you had heard before. It was sweet. Far from the scratchy, harsh voice you often heard, that sent chills up your spine and made you want to flee. It almost sounded kind.

“I’m not scared,” you answered into the dark. Your lamp was the only light in your room, and the TV still played on in your living room.

You should be.

Your lamp flickered. The TV hissed with static. Breath caught in your throat, you wrapped your blanket fully around you, like a child scared of a monster under their bed.

“Why should I be scared?”

“And here I thought I was doing so well.”

You whirled around, and almost fell over the side of your bed with how quickly you stood up.

“Sorry to startle you,” the man on the other side of your bed - currently sitting down on the other side of your bed – said very politely. A far cry from the threatening demeanour of his entrance.

“Are you some kind of stalker?” you questioned him. “I heard about the wild animal in town. All around Hawkins. Maybe that was you?”

“What an odd question to ask.” He looked impressed, but for the most part, offended.

“Are you the one that’s been talking to me in my sleep every night?” this situation was so absurd that you didn’t even feel that ashamed to ask, even though you felt your cheeks heat up despite your bravado.

“Now that was what I was hoping you’d ask.”

With the slight lean of his head to the side, you were pushed, by some sort of force, to sit down on your bed again. involuntarily, you felt yourself being pulled over to sit a few inches away from the man, your back against the headboard.

His hair was blond. Almost to the point of being pale. Ghostly. Yet somehow, he was…handsome.

“I don’t want you to be afraid,” he murmured, blue eyes meeting yours.

Your heart seemed to return to its normal pace. His hand softly came up to cup your face. You flinched at the cold.

“I’ve been in your dreams for weeks now…just like this…” he let go of your face and took your chin in his fingers, turning your face to the side.

Your neck bared to him, his lips touched your skin as he spoke.

“I knew you could feel me touch you while Jesse was here. Did you like that?”

“It scared me,” you got out, breath hitching when he nipped at your throat, leaving cold kisses down to your collarbone.

“Is that so?”

His one hand kept your face away from him, his other trailing up your side, skimming over your ribcage, under your pyjama shirt and reaching up to squeeze your breast. His teeth bit over the peak of your other breast over your clothing.

A soft whimper left you. Conscious of how fast your heart was beating – from fear or desire, you couldn’t begin to decipher – you inched up the headboard, giving him the space to lift your shirt up and splay his hands on either side of your ribcage.

“Why me?” you held your breath as he met your gaze, his face inches from yours.

“Because you never yielded,” he hissed into your ear, cupping your heat, palm pressing down hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you.

“I tried for weeks. Testing you. Scaring you…” he nipped at your ear. “But the more I tried, the more you resisted. We are alike that way, you and I.”

You didn’t say anything back. Couldn’t really, as his cold lips pressed against yours. Almost tenderly. Though you knew no affection dwelled in those eyes of his.

“But tonight is the last.” Cold fingers slid your shorts aside and pressed against your entrance. “This little game of ours is over.”

You woke up with a start.

The sun was up. You heard birds outside. The rustle of leaves.

You sat up, immediately regretting it as a headache pounded behind your eyes. When you got up, a wind blew through, kissing your bare skin. The windows weren’t open.

When you climbed into the shower, you swore you felt hands run down your spine. But you shook it off.

It had all been a dream…right?

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Hard to get (part 3)

Neteyam(19) x Metkayina reader(18)

Warnings: cursing, grinding, kissing, pinning.

You walk out of the trees, as you see your brother walking infront of you. He turns around suddenly as he hears a branch snap.

“Where have you been? mom and dad have been looking for you!!!” he yells as he looks behind you, curiously. He looks back at you as he crosses his arms.

“Bro, what the hell were you doing?” He says suspiciously.

“Nothing Aonung, damn! I thought I heard something. So I went to check it out.” You shout, not being able to keep eye contact.

“Yeah, I’m not convinced but whatever.” He grabs your arm as you both stomp off the beach.

Neteyam was lurking in the shadows. Watching your every move. He just couldn’t get enough of you. I almost had her he thought to himself. He was hoping that you’d be opened to picking up where you two left off another time.

As he walked to the opened part of the beach, he noticed his brother walking towards him. Shit! He thought.

“Bro where the hell have you been??? Mom is worried.” He shouts with his hands up.

“I- ummm… I was with y/n.” He chuckles at the sound of your name. Lo’aks jaw drops at his brothers response.

“Bro what!!! Not her giving it up the first day like that…” he says as he laughs out loud. Lo’ak walked closer to his brother and palmed his shoulder.

“Was she good,bro?” He asked actually waiting for a response. Neteyam laughed as he playfully pushed his brother.

“Come on bro, we didn’t even get that far. Aonung came looking for her.” he explains as they start walking off of the beach.

“Bro! I’m kinda proud of you right now. She’s hot with a capital H.” He says with a smile. Neteyam shoots him a deadly glare.

“Bro, don’t worry she’s all yours. She’s too intense for me to handle.” He puts his hands up.

“Besides, I like her sister. Tsireya? She’s so hot. Their both hot honestly. Tonowari and ronal did their thing with those two.” Lo’ak says as he shakes his head at the thought of the two girls.

“Yeah, yeah. I just better not catch you with y/n.” he playfully hits lo’aks head and runs to his families tent in the distance. Lo’ak runs after him laughing.

You and aonung make it back to your families hut. You walk in and attention is on you immediately.

“And where have you been all day?”

Tonowari asks in a raised voice making you jump.

“I was just having a late night swim.” You say in a nervous voice with your head down. Aonung snaps his head at you as he realizes he’s been lied to.

“What did your father tell you about late night swims? Hmm?” Ronal asks with her hands on her hips.

“That it’s dangerous, even for a strong warrior like me…” you trail off the last part of your sentence as you are still looking at the ground.

“I am sorry, it won’t happen again.” You says as you look into your fathers eyes. He was a sucker for your puppy dog eyes, but he wasn’t going to give in this time.

“Go to your room, you are grounded. No hunting for a month.” He shouts with his finger extended to you.

“But DAADDD!!!” You whine.

“GO NOW.” He slams his hand on the table infront of him.

“I HATE IT HERE” you shout as you stomp to your room, and slam the makeshift door. He glances at his other 2 children.

“You two, go to your rooms.” He says in a nicer tone. Tsireya gets up from her place on the floor, and walks to her room.

“What the hell did I do??” Aonung asks with his hands up.

“AONUNG!” Tonowari shouts. Aonung quickly walks to his room.

Ronal walks to tonowari, rubbing his arm.

“It’ll be ok, my love. She will learn. Remember what we talked about?” She asks, looking up at him.

“If she wants to run this clan, she has to be more responsible. She could’ve hurt herself out there. I told her not to go night swimming.” he shouts through gritted teeth.

“I know, I know, but think about everything else she’s done for this clan. She is a great warrior , and an excellent leader to the people. She has her moments , but overall, she is the perfect fit. You know it.” She contests with a smile, as her hand is still on his arm.

“I hope so, because it cannot be aonung.” They look at each other and laugh.

The next day you woke up and got dressed extra nice for your lessons with Neteyam. You couldnt wait to see him. You Dutch braided your hair, and added some shells, and you wore your favorite accessories. You walked out into the shared space as you see your mother cutting fruits.

“Goodmorning mother” you smile as you grab a piece of fruit.

“Good morning, how was your sleep?” She asks still cutting the fruit.

“It was fine” you say as you look down at your toes.

“You know your father is angry with you.” She asks looking up at you for a moment, then going back to cutting.

“He just doesn’t understand me. It’s always don’t do this and don’t do that. Make sure you do this and make sure you do that. He makes me feel like I don’t do enough, like I’m not a great warrior. Is he even proud of me?” You ask as your head hangs to the ground.

Ronal stops cutting the fruits completely, and walks over to you. She pulls you in for a hug, as she sighs.

“My love, your father is extremely proud of you. He puts a lot on your plate because he can trust that you will take care of it. You are his second in command, do you know that?” She says as she pushes you back by your shoulders to look at you.

“I talked to your father about you wanting to be the next clan leader, and between you and me, he is all for it.” She says with a smile. Your eyes instantly lit up, and a wide smile crept across your face.

“BUT…. you have to prove yourself. I know you can do it.” She says as she kisses your forehead, and walks back to the counter to cut the fruit.

“Now, don’t you have somewhere to be right now? Hmm?” She asks, looking up at you once more. You smile, and give your mother a big hug before walking away.

“I love you, mom” you say as you walk away.

“I love you too, y/n” she says with a smile before waving you off.

You walk to the beach with alittle more anxiety than last time. Your stomach is doing back flips, and your heart is beating out of your chest. Why were you so nervous now? You were literally tonguing him down the night before. Could it be that the mighty warrior, has fallen for a…forest boy?

You’re immediately ripped out of your thoughts as you see aonung running towards you. He stopped in-front of you and placed his hand on your shoulder with a soft grin.

“So, do you want to tell me what you were doing last night ooorrrrr?” He says with a confused look on his face.

“Nothing happened, aonung. Stay out of my business” you hit him in his chest and try to push past him to no avail.

“Listen, I know you’re lying. You told dad a completely different story last night. What’s up y/n?” He asks calmly.

Shit you thought. How did his skxawng ass catch that? He doesn’t listen to anything else you say, but he caught that. You look around before you pull aonung in closer.

“Look, I was with Neteyam ok? But you can’t tell dad.” You plead with your brother who’s jaw is to the ground.

“Wait, so you mean to tell me that I interrupted you two getting it on???” He says with a disgusted face.

“Keep your voice down, we didn’t do anything. It was just a kiss.” You say as the two of you start to walk slowly towards the shore.

“I don’t know y/n, you were gone for a long time” he says as you hit him again.

“Oouchhh!!! What is your problem. I’m just stating the facts. Also, don’t worry. Your dirty litter secret is safe with me.” He says with a smirk.

“It better be.” you point at him as you guys have finally reached the shore. The sullys are practicing breathing exercises with tsireya.

“Hey guys!” Aonung says as he waves at everyone. They all look up, and wave at the two of you. You tried your best not to make eye contact with Neteyam, but you couldn’t help it. Your eyes met, and you instantly felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey, y/n.” He says as he takes in your appearance. Looking you up and down.

“Hey, Neteyam.” You let out a nervous chuckle at the look he was giving you. Everyone looks amongst themselves confused.

“Ummm…well let’s break into our previous groups” tsireya says to break the awkward silence.

“How about I take Tuk and lo’ak this time.” Tsireya says as she looks up at lo’ak.

“Yeah, take me wherever.” he says as he gets lost in her doughy eyes.

“Eww… you can have him. Let’s go kiri!” Aonung speaks.

“I literally hate you.” Kiri rolls her eyes as she walks away with aonung following.

Tsireya, Tuk, and lo’ak walk away. Leaving you with Neteyam.

Neteyam looks up at you with a smirk.

“What?” You ask as you start to cover yourself up with your arms.

“You got all dressed up for me?” He asks as he stands up, walking towards you.

“Pssttt, no what??? You wish, forest boy.” You lie, breaking your cover.

“Yeah you say that a lot, you know.” He says as he reaches to the back of your neck to bring you closer to him. He bends down to your ear, and moves a loose strand of hair out of the way.

“But we both know you want this.” He whispers in your ear as he snakes his hand around to cup your ass. He presses you against him, as he looks into your eyes. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you breathing was becoming short.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, my love. I want you just as bad. Let’s get out of here so we can continue our activity from yesterday.” He says as he grabs your arm and pulls you Into the forest.

Some time goes by as you are still walking, hand and hand with Neteyam in the forest.

“Neteyam, why are taking me so deep Into the forest right now.” You question him as you stop walking, trying to pull your hand away from his to no avail. He stops walking and turns to you.

“Because I don’t want anybody hearing you scream my name, duh!!” He says in a low groan as he pulls you closer to him. You erupt in laughter.

“Neteyam, you’re hot and all, but i doubt that you’ve got it like that. I’m a warrior, you can’t make me submit.” You say with your hands up as you try to walk away, immediately pulled back.

“I think you forget that I’m a warrior too. Do you wanna try me, and see?” he says with your neck in his hand, squeezing it lightly. You try to get out of his grasp, but you can’t.

“Let me go…now.” you say through gritted teeth, and a low growl.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but i will” you grab his hand that is still lightly squeezing your neck. He laughs at you. This mf LAUGHS at you.

“Ok then, have it your way.” You growl as you lift your leg all the way to his chest to kick him. He falls back due to the strong force. You run over to his body that is laying on the ground. You straddle his long torso as you grab his arm, twisting it enough to hurt him. He lets out a loud cry, and tries to reach for his arm, but you smack it to the ground, pinning it.

“I told you” you say with a smirk, as you look down at the boy under you who’s eyes are shut from the pain.

“OKAY, ok! I’m sorry.” He pleads as he tries to wiggle out of your hold, but the pain was too much. You bend down to his ear, and kiss the tip of it, making them flap.

“Say please, my love.” you whisper seductively in his ear, as he hisses at you. He looks the other way with his jaw clenched.

“I can stay in this position all day, baby. I love being on top.” You laugh as he growls loudly under you.

His eyes are on yours again, as he try’s to thrust you off of him. You twist his arm alittle more making him shout. You gently rock back and forth on him to adjust yourself, causing him to growl and bite his lip at the friction.

“SAY.PLEASE.” you say sternly, not breaking eye contact.

“FINE! please! fuck! Let my arm go.” He pleads through short breaths still looking at you. You let him go and he instantly grabbed his arm. You laugh alittle before you rest your hands on his chest, adjusting yourself once more.

His initial plan was to pin you down after you let him go, but then he noticed the position you two were in. It’s like his prayers to eywa had been answered.

“Neteyam!! You messed up my hair ,skxawng!!” You shout as you go to untwist your braids, still straddling him.

He didn’t say a word as he stared at you letting your hair down. How long and pretty it was, how pretty YOU were on top of him. How your waist was small but your thighs were full as they laid on either side of him. He was getting aroused quickly, and you could feel it.

You could feel his loincloth growing in between your legs by the second, and he knew you could feel it, there was no way you couldn’t. You untwist the last braid quickly, trying your best not to make eye contact with him.

“Look at me….” he says, looking up to you as he grabs your waist.

“No, we have to go. My father would kill me.” you say as you try to get up, but he grabs your hips and slams you down onto him. You moan softly at the feeling of him under you.

“No, you gotta help me out first.” he pulls you down by your neck, and swipes his thumb over your lips. You gulp loudly, as you have realized the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

Ok so im going to be quick with part 4, because as you can see…we about to get into some THANGGSSSS OK???👀 can we talk about how her mother told her that she needs to prove herself to her father, and she go and do some shit like this??? Like girl, do you want the throne or not??

Nah but part 4 will be up before the end of the week. ❤️❤️😎 love y’all!!!!

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samdeancass · 2 years

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Locked Out

Requested on Wattpad

Pairing: Keys x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Characters: Keys, Y/N

Description: When Y/N gets locked out of her apartment, the man next door offers her a place to stay for the night. The night takes a turn when things get heated between the two.

“GOD DAMMIT!”

You kicked your door hard and held your head in your hands as you slid down the wall. This was just the cherry on top of a perfect day. Everything just seemed to have gone wrong and this was the last straw.

You heard a door open from across the hall but didn’t bother to look up. “Er, are you alright?” You peeked out and noticed a rather good-looking man with a wild mane of hair standing above you with a curious look plastered on his face. “I heard you shout and I wanted to make sure that you were alright.”

If you were honest, you didn’t hear a word that he said. You were completely lost in his eyes. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. God knows how you have never crossed paths before. He waved his hands in front of your face to gain your attention. “Hello? Are you OK?”

You shook your head and slowly got up from the floor, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Not really, no. I’ve had a really crappy day. I woke up late for work, the traffic has been a nightmare which meant that I was even later. I got bollocked by my boss and now to tip it off, it seems as though I’ve locked myself out of my apartment.”

You tried your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall but it was no use. You covered your face and sobbed, the frustrations of the day taking its toll on you. The stranger wrapped a caring arm around you and brought you in for a hug.

The coffee and vanilla scent on his clothes, for some reason, seemed to calm you down slightly. You wiped your eyes and gave a sad smile. “Thanks. I feel so stupid.” He shook his head. “It’s no problem, it happens to everyone.” You scrolled through your phone to find the landlords number and dialled the number, with no answer. “Great, now what am I supposed to do?!” You huffed and you could feel the tears threatening to fall again.

“You could always wait in my apartment. They probably won’t call back until the morning. I have a really comfortable couch so you can take my bed, if you want to that is.” You smiled and nodded your head. “Thank you so much, you’re a literal lifesaver.”

He walked into his apartment and you followed closely behind, the scent of coffee and vanilla hitting your senses once again. You sat on the sofa and fiddled with your thumbs as a thought entered your mind. “I don’t even know your name to thank you properly.” He took a seat on the other end of the couch and smiled.

“I’m Walter McKey but everyone calls me Keys.” He stretched out his hand for you to shake, which you did. “Well, Keys, thank you for offering your apartment to me. I’m Y/N L/N.” You both shook hands and engaged in a friendly conversation.Considering you had only met him literally five minutes ago, it seemed as though you had known him your whole life.

Throughout your conversation, you both seemed to have edged closer to each other, close enough that your fingers brushed against each other. A small blush crept onto your cheeks at the movement and quickly moved your hand away but much to your surprise Keys took your hand and moved it back, entwining his fingers with yours.

“I don’t know whether it’s just one-sided or if you feel it to, but it seems as though we have something here. I know we’ve only just met but I feel as though I’ve known you forever.” You nodded your head. “I feel the same way. It’s crazy how we’ve never crossed paths before.”

You both shuffled closer to each other, your heads leaning on the back of the sofa. Your lips were now inches away from each other and the tension was becoming thick with arousal. Keys flickered his gaze from your eyes to your lips and back again before deciding to just go for it.

He leaned in and pressed a sweet but passionate kiss to your lips, you letting out a hum in response. You kissed him back, your lips moving together in motion. He cupped your cheeks and brought you closer to him as you slid your hands up and down his arms.

His hands began to wander; over your shoulders, down your arms and slid underneath your shirt. You hoisted yourself up and onto his lap, never breaking the kiss, and wrapping your arms around his neck. You both began to fight for dominance, your tongues battling, but Keys won. His hands began to explore your body and splaying across your bare back; you silently thanking yourself for deciding not to wear a bra.

Your hands found their way into his hair, nipping at the shorter ends at the nape of his neck. A low growl escaped him as you could feel a small bulge underneath you. You began to tease him, thrusting your hips into his as you bit his bottom lip, trying to take dominance.

Your efforts were in vain, though, as Keys suddenly lifted you up and lay you back down on the sofa, his body trapping you. He slowly trailed kisses down your neck towards the valley of your breasts, leaving purple, bruising marks in his wake. Lifting up your top, he licked his lips as your breasts lay bare in front of him, the cold air hitting your nipples.

He immediately attacked one with his mouth, licking and sucking your crowing bud as his hand saw to the other, rubbing and flicking it which sent shock waves through your body. The low moans that escaped your lips only made the tent in his pants grow bigger.

His hand slid down your stomach and under your pants, moving your underwear slightly and began to tease your clit. He rubbed slow, agonizing circles at first but as he sensed your breathing getting raspy he quickened his movements, making you a quivering mess underneath him.

Keys looked up at you and nearly came in his pants right there. The sight of you moaning underneath him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He slid one finger through your folds and inserted it, moaning as he felt how tight you were. He began to pump quick, inserting a second and third, and was completely amazed by how amazing you were.

With his free hand, he unzipped his jeans and they clattered to the floor with his underwear following close behind. He pulled away from your breast and pumped himself a few times before slowly entering you. You hissed as your walls stretched to his size. Keys stayed there for a moment until you nodded for him to go.

At first he went slow, careful not to hurt you. But after you moaned for him to go harder, he completely let go of himself. He pounded into you, completely filling you up, your hips slapping together. The familiar feeling in your stomach built up as you begged for him to go faster. “Faster, Keys, I need it faster.”

He did as he was told and went faster, drilling you into the cushions of the sofa. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm took over you, your juices spilling out all over the cushions. Keys wasn’t far after, letting out a low groan as he emptied himself inside you.

You both stayed there for a while, coming down from your highs. Heavy breathing was all that was heard until Keys broke the silence. “I never expected that to happen with someone I just met. But I do have to say, you looked absolutely beautiful.” He leaned down and pecked your lips as he slid out of you.

He put his pants back on and went to get a towel to clean you up. He gently helped you get dressed and pulled you into his lap. “Thank you for making this day better, Keys. It was the best way to end a horrible day. I just hope that this isn’t just going to be a one time thing.”

He looked down at you and cupped your face. “Definitely not, I’m never letting you go.”

#walter mckey #walter mckey x reader #walter mckey imagine #walter mckey fanfiction #walter mckey smut #keys #keys x reader #keys imagine #keys fanfiction #keys smut #free guy #free guy imagine #free guy fanfiction #free guy smut #joe keery #joe keey smut #joe keery imagine #joe keery fanfiction

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kswlust · 1 year

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babe, let's do some yoga! | l.hs

sypnosis : you and your boyfriend were just watching a movie when you had an idea so after some convincing, you finally got him to do yoga with you, but it wasn't actually yoga..

pairing : boyfriend!heeseung x gn!reader

contains : fluff, loads and loads of petnames (baby, babe, love), pranking, suggestive, SUPER SHORT!!!!

it was a rainy friday, you and heeseung were laying in bed, cuddling because the two if you had nothing better than this to do. you nuzzled your face in his chest, taking in the scent of his expensive perfume as he played with your hair, twirling your soft strands around his fingers. you sighed, looking up at heeseung. "baby.." you let out weakly. "yes, my love?" he asked, looking down at you. "I'm bored, like extremely bored. crazy bored!" you raised your voice a bit, pouting.

heeseung giggled at you, leaning in to leave a peck on your soft, pretty pouty lips. "I know, I am too. think of something we can do, love." he said, his hands going down to rest on your waist. "but my brain isn't working!" you whined, curling up into a ball in heeseungs arms. "just try, baby." his other hand went down to hold yours as he closed his eyes. you were thinking so hard, but nothing was coming to mind. until..

"yoga! we should do some yoga!" you yelled, sitting up, scaring the living hell out of heeseung. "what- yoga? no, baby, bad idea. you know I suck at it!" he said, sitting up as well. "please, it's the only thing I can think of which I really like and have always wanted to do with you!" you frowned, crossing your arms. heeseung sighed, shaking his head. "no, I won't do it. think of something else, love. please?" he said, putting his hand on yours. you shook your head as a no.

heeseung blinked many times, staring at you before sighing again and getting up from the bed. "alright, let's go.." he gave in, pretty quickly. your frown turned upside down as you got up from the bed, jumping on heeseung. "thank you, thank you, thank youuu!!" you gave him a cute smile and he couldn't resist smiling back at you. he carried you to the living room and settled you down on the couch, going to grab the yoga mats in another room.

while he was away, an idea suddenly hit your head. you smirked as heeseung walked back and layed out the mats. you sat down on one of them and looked up at heeseung, motionung him to sit down too. and so he did!. "I have an idea. how about I see how smart you are? I'll tell you instructions and let's see if u do them correctly!" you said, smiling. "uh uh.. okay." he said, scratching the back of his head.

you instructed heeseung to lay down; "okay, now put your legs in the air and open them up." you said to your boyfriend, the man following your instructions cluelessly. "ouch, ouch, ouch-!" he yelled out as he felt a crack in his thigh, immediately falling on his side. "it's fine, it happens. lay down on your belly, baby-" you said, smirk displayed ok your face. heeseung sighed and continued following your instructions. he layed down on his belly, taking one leg and pulling it up.

"this looks so familiar, why can't I remember...? this one's easy though! give me a harder one." he said, confidently. "okay, lay on your side, put one leg up in the air and hold both of your hands behind your back." you say, absolutely loving this as heeseung did what you asked. until it suddenly hit him. "wait, these aren't yoga positions!?" he said, sitting up, in shock and ashamed of what he just did.

you immediately bursted into laughter, falling onto your back and clapping your hands as you banged your head on the floor. "fuck, baby, that was so funny. I can't believe you actually fell for it?!" you giggled, covering your mouth with your hands. you suddenly felt a pair of hands pull you. you yelped as heeseung pushed your legs wide open, hands going down to grip your thighs.

"how about I put you in those positions?"

A/N : this is so dang bad but take this as I try to write a long hot better than this dumb shit fic!!

#kswlust #dior speaks ♡❀☆#kpop #slay💔#kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop angst #prank #heeseung #heeseung enhypen #heeseung smut #heeseung fluff #heeseung angst #heeseung enhypen ff #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hyung line

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sequincult · 1 month

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Return of the Floyd Part 4

(part 1 can be read here) (part 2 can be read here) (part 3 can be read here) *KA-CHUNK* The sudden jarring sound of the elevator gears engaging reverberates through the walls, startling all but its seasoned operator. As it descends, Floyd and Poppy’s expressions could not be any more different. Poppy has an air of excitement emanating from her. She was clearly ecstatic about finally entering Branch’s bunker as he’d never let ANYONE in before… what an honour! Still, she tried to seem nonchalant, as not to come across as insensitive. Not that that was working particularly well, judging by the overwhelming grin on her face. In contrast, Floyd’s expression ached with dread. He knew what was coming was going to be difficult to say the least. He’d truly have to confront the reality of Branch’s situation, the mess he inadvertently helped to create. Every second of their descent felt like an entire week to him, until finally, they came to a halt.

“Welp, here we are. Please, do not make yourself at home.” Branch groans as he spins around to look at the pair before his face sharply scrunches in confusion. Why does Poppy look so cheerful? Floyd looks appropriately miserable, but what’s the deal with her?

“You look, err, happy Poppy!” He takes a prolonged, exaggerated breath. “Why.”

His sudden shift in tone breaks her out of her trance.

“What? Huh? Oh! I’m just happy you’ve let Floyd in! Haha!”

“Right… Oh yeah, there’s no seats. Of course. It’s not like I have guests after all. So just sit on the ground I suppose, if that’s not too improper for you, Princess…” the venom on his tongue with that last word was surprising, even for Branch.

“I can sit on the floor quite comfortably, actually. You can’t just make assumptions like that!”

“Yes I can, and I will.” He cocks his head and puts on his brightest faux smile, sarcastically patting the ground beside him. After which they sit down awkwardly on the cold, hard ground of the bunker.

“So, uhm, Branch? I have something I want to say.” Floyd breaks the silence and speaks for the first time since they’d arrived.

“Gee, I wonder what insightful things you have to say to me today. Wanna mention how ‘dull’ I am again?”

“Shhh.” Poppy swiftly raises her finger to her lips. “Let him talk Branch.”

Floyd takes a deep breath. “I’m… sorry. I’m sorry that we argued yesterday. I’m sorry that I didn’t know what to say when I saw you.” His hands ball up. “I’m sorry that I left, that I was stupid enough to think that you’d just *magically* be ok. That nothing bad would ever happen to Grandma. That nothing bad would happen to me. I just want to try and be here for you now, like I always should’ve been.” He tentatively reaches out his hand to Branch, who seems to consider it for a brief second, before hunching his shoulders and turning away.

“J-just because you apologised doesn’t mean I’ll let you stay here.”

“I’m not stupid Branch, I know an apology won’t fix everything… but we’ve got to start somewhere.”

He crosses his arms like a child. “Hmph. Sure. You’re only being nice to me so I’ll help you.”

“No, it’s because you’re my little brother. Why wouldn’t I be nice to you? Don’t you remember how close we were?”

“But when you showed up yesterday… all I did was yell at you. I was so mad I didn’t even notice your hand.”

“Branch it’s ok, we can talk about it.” He reaches his hand to hold Branch’s, but soon after Branch snatches his away.

“NO!” he buries his face deeply into his hands in a desperate attempt to quell his emotions.

“WHY CAN’T YOU TELL I’M A NOTHING BUT A MISERABLE, PATHETIC, WASTE OF TIME!”

“You are NOT a waste of time!” Floyd and Poppy speak out simultaneously. Floyd had almost forgotten she was there. She clearly wasn’t the best at dealing with negative emotions, but Branch’s self hatred must have broken her heart too.

“Ha, try telling that to any troll in the village… you know how they talk about me. Don’t you Poppy.”

“Branch… you’re none of those things. If we didn’t want to help you, we wouldn’t be here! I know the other trolls don’t always understand you, but that doesn’t mean they hate you! And… if it’s about your brothers I’m sure them leaving you must of been hard, but it’s not your fault.”

“YOU WEREN’T THERE! How the hell would YOU know…”

“I was there Branch” Floyd interjects. “And I know it wasn’t your fault. It was John’s obsession with perfection that caused the rift within the group. The concert was simply the last straw, you likely weren’t old enough to remember most of what happened.”

“I KNOW what I remember. I couldn’t hit the family harmony and everything fell apart. Now just… let me look at your hand.”

Floyd sighs and places his wrist on the ground for Branch to inspect.

“Hmm. It seems like it’s only made it up to your wrist so far. I have no idea if it’s reversible though.”

“So far? Is this how it happened to you?”

He shakes his head. “No. It came all at once.”

“Oh… Do you know if there’s anything we can do?”

“I’m not really sure, but since colour is likely related to mood, attempting to improve that could reverse it. Or at least prevent it spreading. The more it spreads the harder it’ll be to feel happy at all.”

After a brief silence, Poppy scoots closer to Branch.

“Well, I think I know something that might make Floyd feel a lil better…”

“I had a feeling you were going to say that.”

She scoots even closer, looking up at him with the most adorable expression she can summon.

“Well??? PLEAAASEEE???”

“Ugh fine. He can stay. BUT only until he feels better.”

“YAY!!” Poppy rushes over and squeezes Branch as tight as she can, much to his chagrin of course.

“HEY HEY! No hugging ok? My bunker, my rules.”

“Oh, sure. Guess I got a little excited.” She releases him and backs off towards the exit.

“Alright, I’ll head out for now, I hope you two can get along tonight!”

Branch does a double take as she prepares to leave.

“Wait a second, do you even know how to operate the elevator?”

“I think I know how to push a lever Branch.”

“Yeah yeah, just don’t break anything or I’ll never speak to you again.”

“It’s not like you speak to me that much anyway.” She sasses as she struts over to the lift and puts great emphasis on her ability to use a lever, pulling it down with great force. “Bye Bye!! See you later!” She calls out as she ascends, contorting herself to view them for as long as she possibly can until the platform raises above her eye level.

Branch lets out a sigh of relief.

“Phew. Well, at least she’s gone.”

“Oh, you don’t like Poppy then? I think she’s quite nice.”

“Ugh god no! She NEVER leaves me alone.”

Floyd raises and eyebrow and points past his brother. “If you hate her so much, what’s with all those invitations you’ve kept over there?”

Branch’s face drops as he realises he didn’t have time to hide them before they arrived.

“Uh, uhmm… That’s… my recycling pile! Yeah! She gives me soooo many that they build up. Oh, and by the way, I’m fairly sure I said you could stay here, not snoop around.”

“Ok sure. Tooootally.”

“Whatever! Just don’t go nosying through my bunker. Now follow me and I’ll show you your room.”

“But Branch… I remember the art you made. We shared a room, didn’t we?”

“Huh.” He turns his head over his shoulder to glance straight at his brother. “I guess I changed my mind.”

Floyd stops in his tracks.

“You really know how to make my heart hurt Branch.”

“Good. Think of it as an exercise in empathy… now you know a teeny, tiny little fraction of how you and your deadbeat brothers made ME feel.”

“We’re your brothers too. And how is that supposed to help me feel better.”

“It won’t. That’s what sleeping’s for. It’s the only time I get to be happy.”

They continue their walk through the tunnels in a painful silence, giving some Floyd time to observe his new home. He couldn’t help but be impressed by the sheer scale of the bunker, with its seemingly endless hallways and rooms full of supplies. He notices a few areas are still under construction. How long had he been building this? How long had Grandma been…

“We’re here. I’ll wake you at six, ok.” He holds open the door and nods his head in the direction of the entrance.

“Oh, ok then… Goodnight Branch.”

“Right, yeah… Uh, seeya.” He quickly shuts the door before scurrying back to his room and hurling himself into his bed.

“WHY did I have to let them in…” He mutters to himself. But deep down he knows that Floyd wasn’t just going to go away. The sooner he deals with it, the sooner he leaves. And then things can go back to normal!

“Yeah.” He yawns. “Normal…”

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls floyd #trolls branch #trolls au #fanfic #return of the floyd au #trolls fandom

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lostlimerence · 1 year

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“It’s happened. I’m batshit.”

“No listen…”

“I’m crazy,”

“Stop..”

“Finally lost it..”

“Sunshine, please just wai…”

“Eds please stop pacing for a second.”

“Stop pacing?! I don’t know if you’ve noticed but California’s stopped working Stevie?!”

“I know, I know! I’m trying to think, your manic energy isn’t helping!”

“My manic energy?!” his voice hitches up an octave as he gasps, feigning hurt, he stops pacing and crouches down to gently wave a hand in-front of Billy’s face. The blonde clocks him, gives him a little dopey smile and whispers “ hey Eds, it’s finally happened I’ve gone insane,” Eddie smiles back at him, gives him a little pat on the head before standing back up and turning to Steve “yep, broken.”

Steve frowns, “he’s in shock Eddie, remember how you were when you first came across…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie flaps a hand, as if trying to waft away the memory. Steve walks over, giving Eddie’s arm a little squeeze as he goes to crouch in-front of Billy “hey baby,” he whispers gently “we really need you to get up,” Billy chuckles and reaches out to stroke Steve’s cheek “hey Stevie! Guess what, I’m finally in the madhouse, don’t worry though Munson’s in here with me!”

Eddie gawks “what did he say?!”

Steve laughs a little “you heard him Eds, looks like you’re an inmate too, I’m just a visitor,” he pushes back up and takes in the scene.

Billy cross-legged on the forrest floor, Eddie wide-eyed and restless glancing between their seemingly catatonic boyfriend and the lifeless demodog that lies a few feet away from them.

Eddie chews at the corner of his thumb nail, stares at Billy and says “we probably should’ve told him about this sooner…”

“I mean yeah no shit Eds, it’s not like we haven’t tried, it’s just, you know a little hard to bring up…”Steve trails off on a sigh as he strolls over to the body, looks down at its grotesque meaty flesh and grimaces “we need to get rid of this.”

Eddie hmmms his agreement as he goes to stand next to Billy, placing a protective hand atop of his golden curls. “Ugh we have no spade, no bat, no nothing, arghh we should’ve brought the beamer, it comes equipped with all the monster battling shit we need!” Steve nods, fists his hand in his hair as he thinks.

“Ok, maybe if you wait here, while I….”

“Nope, nuh-uh, not happening baby! What am I supposed to do if another one comes?! How am I supposed to protect our beautiful, but quite frankly currently useless, boy down there if another one comes?! What if they’re like wasps and this dead fucker is like emanating a stink that says avenge me avenge me! Oh gods Stevie what if this thing is….”

“Stop! Yeah, yes I get it, I get it bad idea, bad idea, we can’t just leave it here though…” Steve looks at Eddie, glances down at Billy “we’re gonna have to put it in the Camaro.”

Billy’s head snaps up “No way.”

Eddie gasps hand flying to his mouth like some offended Victorian lady “really sunshine?!! You finally come back to us and it’s for that stupid car?!?”

Billy cocks a brow, rises to his feet dusting off his jeans “it’s my baby,” he says completely serious, Eddie, if it’s possible, looks even more offended “I though WE were your babies,” he shouts frantically waving his arm between himself and Steve.

Steve presses his thumb and fore-finger to the bridge of his nose, inhales, exhales, ignores Eddie’s theatrics and turns to Billy “we’re putting it in the Camaro.”

Billy looks him dead in the eye and squares his stance “not happening pretty boy.”

….

Billy stares at the demowhatevers body in the trunk of his Camaro.

His eye twitches slightly. Eddie pats his shoulder “close her up California, it’s time to hit the road,” he flashes him a steady grin. Billy slams the trunk, climbs into the passenger seat and thinks about how calm Eddie and Steve are.

“So errr, what the fuck?” he says raising his brow glancing between Steve, who is driving and Eddie who’s leaning forwards in the middle of the backseat.

Steve catches Eddie’s eye in the rear view mirror and that’s all the musician needs before he’s off describing demogorgons, spider monsters, mindflayers, and some place called the upside down to a frankly astounded Billy.

He takes it in, tries to place it in his reality, fails to do so repeatedly, but then he remembers the stinking corpse in his trunk and he knows this isn’t Eddie’s wonderful, yet overactive, imagination. It’s real, concrete, they have the body of a demodog in the trunk of the car and they’re going to put it in a fucking freezer until they can bury it, not only that but Steve has done this once before.

He has too many questions, so he asks none of them and instead opts to zone out for the rest of the journey. Tries to let his mind process the immense amount of information he’s been given in peace, mumbles a promise to Eddie that he’s not going to ‘go catatonic’ again when the man starts voicing his concern.

….

Later he lies in bed staring at the ceiling, Eddie mumbles one last sleepy gripe in his ear, something about him loving the Camaro more than them, he just chuckles and presses a kiss to the side of the man’s head as he drifts off to sleep.

On his other side Steve, whose head is settled on his chest, whispers “you ok baby? I know, I know this is a lot to take in…” Billy takes a deep breath and mumbles softly “yeah it is, but don’t worry about it sweetheart, it’s fucked sure, but I’m an expert at fucked up situations, this is just another one, gotta roll with the punches right?” Steve snorts quietly “I guess that’s one way of looking at it.”

“It’s the only way of looking at it pretty boy,” Billy smiles up at the ceiling, feels his eyes drooping with sleep, whispers “goodnight,” hears Steve say it back.

It’s been a long-ass day and they need their sleep, besides they have a demodog to bury in the morning.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #harringroveson #stilldie #stranger things #fic #writing #harringrove #mungrove #strangerthings #I feel like this is the only way Billy would believe them #au Billy was never flayed and this is before the vecna crap #also the way they talk about ‘being crazy’ is problematic but they’re teenagers in the 1980s so that’s why #sunshine and california are nicknames from fic if i stare too long and the authors were just spot on with them i love it

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