#slowly. once more. i'll find myself again

[mayajadewrites]

could've been you: aizawa x fem!reader x hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? elationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold.

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CHAPTER FIVE

You peer through your lashes at the rays of sunlight sneaking through your blinds. It's Sunday.

A new day.

Keigo sleeps on his stomach for the sake of his wings, so he has one arm laying across your stomach, his hand gripping the softness of your waist.

He's shirtless, the sun coating his muscular back as his wings shined.

You watch as he sleeps, he doesn't snore. He's very quiet. Much like when you had sex with him last night.

You like to communicate during sex. Not full blown conversations, but you like to hear you're doing a good job. Or pet names. Anything, really.

Not to say Keigo wasn't good, he was fantastic, but he needs to learn you and your body more.

"You watching me sleep, baby bird?" His raspy morning voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Maybe." You can't help but smile when his honey coated eyes find yours. He leans in slowly and connects his lips with yours, tilting his head to the side when he brings his hand to your cheek.

"I haven't even brushed my teeth yet." You giggled and pulled away slightly.

"Doesn't matter to me." Keigo pressed his lips to yours again. "I have to jet, though. I'm patrolling with Endeavor today. And he's a hardass about being on time."

"Stay safe, please." You kiss the tip of his nose. "Not one feather on those wings can be damaged."

"You got it boss." He stands up to slide his pants and shirt back on. He has nothing here - no toothbrush, no body wash, nothing. So he has to do the walk of shame to his place.

You slip on a pair of shorts and a tank top and walk Keigo to your front door. "I'll talk to you later." He smiled once more before kissing your lips softly.

Then he was off.

You sighed and turned around to go back into your room when a foot blocked you from closing your door.

A foot with a black boot on it.

"Next time your boyfriend is over, can you maybe keep it down?" Aizawa's voice was monotone.

"Not sure what you heard. I could've been pleasuring myself." You continue to walk into your room. "I need to brush my teeth, so you can either stand out here and talk to yourself or come in and wait."

Aizawa reluctantly walked into your living room and plopped himself down on your couch. You looked at his eyes, his under eye bags are worse than usual. His hair was tied up in a half bun, almost accentuating his tiredness.

After you brushed your teeth and washed your face, you met Aizawa in the living room.

"So is that all you wanted to say to me? You could've just sent a noise complaint in."

"I couldn't sleep because of you." Aizawa looked down at his hands.

"I'm sorry about the noise. Honestly -"

"It's not just the noise. You sound heavenly, but it's the fact that it wasn't my cock making you moan."

You stared at him blankly. You have been feeling... something for Eraser for a bit, but you didn't know he actually felt something. You've known Aizawa since high school and he has never really expressed interest in dating or even hooking up.

"You and I... We're not like that." You motion your index finger to you then Aizawa. "I don't like you. You don't like me."

Aizawa said nothing.

Silence.

"Okay..." You try to break the tension, but deep down you know that this conversation isn't ending today.

"That bird doesn't know shit about pleasing you."

"And you do? We've never even kissed, Eraser. Barely HUGGED. So what do you know about pleasing me?"

"You like praise." Aizawa stood up, now towering over you. "You want to be told what to do, contrary to how you act in the field."

You bit your bottom lip and looked away from him. "You don't know anything about me."

Using his index and thumb, Aizawa grabbed you by your jawline roughly and brought your gaze to his. "Don't say stupid things."

You tried to look away but he just jerked his hand back to look at you. "You're not stupid, right?" He leaned in a bit closer and you can smell mint from his breath.

"I don't know, am I? Since you know every fucking thing about me apparently." You tilt your head to the side to watch his reaction.

"You'll be punished for that. Later." He let go of your jaw and started walking to the door.

"I'm not one of your students, Eraser." You cross your arms over your chest. "You can't punish me for talking back."

"I absolutely can." He didn't turn back to look at you. "I'll see you."

With that, he was gone.

You brought your fingertips to your jaw where his fingers just were. The ghost of his touch lingering on your skin, creating goosebumps down your body.

__________________

"What's up, Enji?" You put your phone on speaker as you wipe down your counters.

"Can you come help us with something? I know you haven't been on patrol in awhile but we could really use you."

"Um, I guess." You look down at your phone screen with a pit of anxiety in your stomach. You haven't fought any villains since that dreadful day with Endeavor and Eraserhead. "Send me the address."

You open your closet to reveal your hero uniform - a white jumpsuit and white knee high boots. You sigh as you put the outfit on, not knowing how you'll feel once you see yourself in the mirror.

Last time you saw this suit, it was full of tears and blood. Since then you've gotten a brand new suit made, but that doesn't erase the memories.

"What's wrong boys?" You walk up to Endeavor and Hawks, who were in the middle of the street.

"We got a group of villains and I think we could use your quirk to weaken one of them." Enji said as he looked onto the building. "They might have hostages. We don't know their motives. That's where you come in."

"Can you use your quirk on the one with the hands on his face?" Keigo stepped toward you.

"Excuse me? Hands on his face?"

"His name is Shigaraki. He's the leader. Or at least trying to be."

"I... guess." You take a deep breath.

Hawks took flight and observed from overhead and Endeavor set fire to their hideout, careful not to coat anyone else's home in flames.

A handful of villains jumped out of the building, and then their leader emerged.

Shigaraki.

Endeavor takes on a few of the other villains while you watched Shigaraki.

Hawks was busy fighting with villain that can fly, so it was just you and him.

He took the hand that was on his head off, revealing his face. He looked... sad. Tired. Alone.

But he's a villain and you have a job to do.

You got a hold of his mind and pulled his deepest memory. You instantly felt immense pain in your body that brought you to your knees.

"Enji, I can't." You bring your hand to your chest as you try to breathe. "His pain... is too much." You feel tears well up in your eyes. You felt the pain he's feeling. You screamed from the pain as Shigaraki took several steps toward you. He reached out his hand, looking like he wanted to comfort you.

"If you lay one fucking hand on her it'll be the last time you touch anything." You heard Aizawa's voice boom behind you. You were still crying, the pain in your chest only intensifying.

Shouta's goggles went up and his quirk was activated. Shigaraki couldn't do anything, no matter how hard he tried. Aizawa sliced him several times, wounding him.

"We're not having this battle right now, it's too early." Shigaraki said with a smirk. "Eraserhead to the rescue, huh? That's so like you."

"You can't run forever." Aizawa stood in front of you. You were finally able to let go of Shigaraki's mind, bringing you back to reality.

"See you next time."

And they were gone. Just like that.

"Hey." Aizawa knelt down to your level. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He brought his large hand to your temple, pushing a piece of hair out of your face.

"I think I'm fine." You pressed your hand to your forehead. "Who was that?"

"Tomura Shigaraki. His quirk is decay and anything he touches disintegrates. He almost got to you." Aizawa examined your face. "You only have a couple of scratches, you should be okay."

"What happened?!" Endeavor ran to your side along with Hawks.

"Who's fucking idea was it to have her back out here?" Aizawa stood up and crossed his arms across his chest.

"I thought we could use her quirk to dismantle their team - bringing down Tomura." Keigo took a step toward Aizawa.

This can't be good.

"What a stupid fucking bird." Aizawa shook his head and turned his attention back to you. "You should rest."

"I can take her home." Keigo stepped toward you and held his hand out.

"No, she's going with me since we live in the same building."

"I think you need to back off." Keigo was almost chest to chest with Aizawa now.

"Or what? Please, enlighten me."

"Keigo, please." You put your hand up to stop the arguing. "There's no point in anyone arguing over this. Aizawa can just bring me back since he lives there. You guys should get some rest too, you fought hard." You take Keigo's hand to stand up, much to Aizawa's dismay. He smiles at your touch and kisses your temple.

"I'll see you later." He turned his back to you and Aizawa.

"When the fuck did that happen?!" Enji exclaimed as him and Keigo started their flight to their homes.

Aizawa brought you to your room but refused to leave. He set you up on your bed with your blankets, tea, water, and some snacks. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead to make sure you didn't have a fever.

"I'm fine, Eraser." You swatted his hand away.

"You could've been killed. In an instant, you would've been gone." His eyes were darting back and forth from yours. He was fidgeting with his hands in his lap when he spoke.

"But I'm here." You placed your hand on his. "Do you feel this?" You rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb gently.

He nods.

"I'm okay." You almost whisper as you watch his facial expression. He looked... sad. There was almost no life in his face.

After a few minutes of silence, you pat the space beside you. "Would you like to stay with me for a bit?"

He needs it more than you do, you think to yourself.

Aizawa responds by moving his body next to yours. He lays on his side, facing you as he pulls the covers over his body.

You watch the worry on his face slowly fade. You felt sadness in your stomach as you looked at him and you knew you had to do something.

You're sitting up against your pillows scrolling on your phone when you finally speak.

"Come here." You whispered and tapped your lap.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "You want me to sit on your lap?"

"No, fuckhead. Lay down on my lap. I'm gonna stroke your hair and let you fall asleep."

"You don't have to-"

"I almost died today. Do as I say."

He couldn't argue with that.

He brought his head to your lap and wrapped his arms around your plush, thick thighs. They were like pillows for him.

Your hand was then entangled in his hair, the loose waves curling around your finger. Your nails are perfect for scratching, so you gently massaged his scalp. You watched from above his eyelids close slowly, his beautiful thick lashes blanketing his under eyes.

You take a deep breath and turn your attention back to your phone, but your mind is stuck on this feeling. This moment.

Stuck on Aizawa.

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[silenzahra]

The content that I'm bringing next ✨

I thought I could give you a hint of the content I'm preparing in order to bring it during this week and next month! I'm taking my time to create it all, so that's why it's not gonna be posted right away, but I hope you'll like to read everything as I share it! 💖

I'll start with some regular posts and then I'll focus on my writing 🥰

-Get to know me. I mentioned a while back that I thought it'd be fine to share a little bit of myself with you so you can get to know me a bit better, and I'm currently working on this one and trying to think of as many things as possible so as to make it, you know... interesting? 😅 I don't really know how to describe it, but in any case, it's in the works!

-A masterpost. Just like the first one, I also mentioned that I'd like to create one at last, as I've posted a few stories and two headcanon posts already, and I want you guys to find them as easily as possible whenever you'd like to. This is gonna take a bit longer, because Tumblr's search tool doesn't work very well 😬 But I'll manage! 💪

-My pending asks. This is a bit embarrassing... I've had some asks waiting for a reply for months now and I'm so sorry that I've kept you waiting for so long 😅 Here's a promise: as soon as I've posted at least one of my pending fics (more about this below), I'll start gradually and slowly answering all the asks that I have left. I wanna give each and every one of you the proper replies you deserve, which is why I warned that I'd take some time, but that's one thing. Taking forever is very different and I'm truly so sorry 😅

-May and June calendars. Don't know if you've seen some of my calendar posts, but I happen to have two Nintendo calendars for this year and I've been showing them since January (here's the February one since I can't find the others lol), but sometimes I simply forget to share the one for the new month and it gets delayed... Shame on me again 😅 I intend to show May this week since it's technically still May, and I'll make sure to not let many days of June pass before I show the ones corresponding to that month 🥰

-Tons of reblogs! I've already started doing this actually, as I've been tagged in a lot of amazing content, and even if I'm slow, I wanna see everything and leave proper feedback when I have the chance 🥰 Thank you again to those of you who tagged me! And for your patience as well 🫂💖💖

And now... let's talk about...

✨📝 MY WRITING 📝✨

-My Kitsune/Tanooki story. This one is coming soon, and when I say soon, I mean this week! 😁 I would've liked to post it mid May, but life wouldn't let me, but hey, better late than never! 🥰 I'm now in the process of editing and I intend to start translating tomorrow, and that usually doesn't take long, so you can expect this one at the end of the week 👀 Hope you'll like it! 💖

-Anything for him: Chapter 3. As I've mentioned a few times, this last chapter is long overdue and I'm ashamed that I'm taking SO long to finish it as I know very well what's going to happen! 😅 Still, once my Kitsune/Tanooki fic is up, this is the next thing I intend to fully work on, and even though I'm not sure to give a specific date, I would like to post it in June at last. Wish me luck in achieving this! 🤞🤞🤞

-Post-nightmare cuddles fic. Okay, it's been a few months already, but... anyone remember this writing prompt? I happened to receive a couple of suggestions in my inbox, and even though I wrote and posted the first one back in March, I wasn't able to finish the second one as I wasn't in the mood for angst when I first tried. But that's changed! 🤩 I'm CRAVING to write some angst, so this is gonna be the third thing on my writing list, and, again, I'd like to post it in June. I'll let you know if I succeed! 🤞🤞🤞

Also, if you're curious, you can read the other prompt here 👇

-And last but not least... did anyone say...

... an AU? 🤔

Yyyyyyes! That's right! 😁 I've recently started working on my very first AU and I am SO happy 🤩 I'm really SO excited about this one! I don't know yet how long it'll take until I'm ready to start posting it, but this is the thing that I mentioned yesterday that I keep getting new ideas for almost every single day 🤩

I'm not gonna say yet what it's based on, as I want it to be a surprise when I finally start sharing it with you guys, but it contains EVERYTHING that I love and that many of you love as well, so... I believe you'll like this one when it's ready 🤭 Maybe when I work a bit more on it and see a release date coming closer I'll go and tell you what it's about, but for now... I'll just keep working on it and enjoying every single word that I'm writing 😁

I really hope you'll like all of this once I start sharing it! As you see, I'm a big fan of making lists 😂 That's the way I usually organize everything that I have to do every day and such, and I thought that maybe sharing this, I'll have it a bit easier to focus and really bring all of it to this blog, even if I'm slow. Still, just know that I'm truly enjoying the process of creating not only the written fics (and the AU 🤭), but also the posts that I wanna bring soon 🥰

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[noxtivagus]

hell yeah im done w school for the week <3

#🌙.rambles #i love getting lost n just focusing on some assignment like that #aaaa now my thoughts r wandering again now that i'm done tho ;; #the past few weeks have been kinda shitty but i'm gna do better now #yh i started this school year feeling tired so that didn't really go well #i'll rest well this weekend n do better from now on #i can always choose to do better. #little steps! i'll just do what i can in a given moment #i'm just try n communicate more tho bcs that's where most distance comes from #i still have this urge to hide tho hhhh n i have regrets but #i need to look onwards to tmrrw n see what more i can do #if i'm happier than i was before then that's enough. that's enough for me #yes even if it hurts n aches i'll just accept what i can do at a certain time! #if i'm not kind n patient w myself then where else cld i find that? #i'm gna build that strength from the inside again #honestly haven't been feeling like myself lately #slowly. once more. i'll find myself again #i just need to be patient and kind to myself! #i need to stop isolating n distancing myself from others tho whenever i feel sad n tired ;; #im sorry i still care for you all but >< i dont want to force myself to be better if im not #so i try to feel the pain i guess? ive had ppl invalidate my emotions before so one thing im trying to actively do is #not deny my emotions. im not gna invalidate myself. its hard for me honestly but im trying #n it gets too tiring some days to get the energy to reach out #im trying tho! i want to be better everyday n i think that's enough #i'm only human; it's alright for be to be in pain right? i'm not perfect. #i'm just as imperfect as everyone else but i'm proud of my mindset of wanting to be self-aware of the good and bad and improve. #n still thinking of others! i do need to accept that its hard to manage all the love n care n depth of emotions n thoughts i have at times #n. i make mistakes but i'm still a kind person at heart #i say that but i can't exactly believe it completely just yet;; #i'll remind myself that the pain is valid. we all deserve better. it's alright for me to not be perfect.

[imloyaltoscoups]

doubts about confessing | kim mingyu ft. wonwoo

You and Mingyu chill in your bedroom, the air is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Mingyu's gaze meets yours, his eyes reflecting warmth and affection. Slowly, he inches closer, his movements deliberate yet gentle.

"Hey," he whispers, his voice soft like a gentle breeze. "I want to kiss you."

Your heart skips a beat as anticipation fills the room. Mingyu's lips draw nearer, his touch sending shivers down your spine. In that moment, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate space.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses, his breath mingling with yours. "I hope you don't mind."

With a tender smile, you lean in, closing the gap between you. As Mingyu leans for the kiss, you gently place a hand on his chest, stopping him before his lips meet yours. A slight nervousness tugs at your heart as you confess softly, "I... I have to admit, Mingyu, I'm not a very good kisser."

Mingyu's eyes meet yours, and he gives you a reassuring smile, his gaze filled with understanding. "Hey, it's okay," he says, his voice comforting. "We can take it slow. Just follow the flow, and you'll be fine."

Despite your apprehension, his words ease your nerves. With a shy smile, you nod, feeling a sense of trust in Mingyu's guidance. As he leans in once again, you let yourself relax, allowing the moment to unfold naturally. With Mingyu's gentle encouragement, you close your eyes and meet his lips, letting go of your worries and simply enjoying the sweetness of the kiss.

As his tongue gently brushes against your lips, seeking entrance, you feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. You part your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss, and you follow his lead as his tongue takes dominance, exploring the intimate space between your mouths. You tried to reciprocate but found yourself unable to match his intensity. With a mix of frustration and disappointment,

With a gentle push, you break away, catching your breath as you look into his eyes. "Mingyu," you say, a hint of frustration in your voice, "That's not fair. You're way too good at this."

He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sorry," he says, his tone teasing, "I couldn't help myself. But hey, practice makes perfect, right?"

"Don't you worry," he says with a playful grin, "I'll teach you slowly, so you can keep up."

His words ease your nerves, and you find yourself smiling back at him, grateful for his patience and encouragement. "Okay," you reply, determination shining in your eyes, "I'm ready to learn."

And as he leans in once again, you welcome his guidance, eager to improve and deepen the connection between you. Your lips clash again feeling a surge of determination, you seize the opportunity to take the lead. With a mischievous grin, you gently nip at Mingyu's lower lip, feeling the softness yield under your teeth. Mingyu's lips curve into a playful smile against yours, and you can sense the amusement in his voice as he speaks.

"You're really eager to learn," he says, his tone tinged with a hint of cunning.

His teasing tone only fueled your determination as you took his comment as a challenge. With a newfound sense of confidence, you slid your tongue into his mouth, matching his earlier intensity with a hint of your own.

Lost in the intoxicating embrace, time seems to slip away, hours melting into moments as you and Mingyu lose yourselves in each other's passion. Your lips meet again and again, each kiss igniting a fire that burns brighter with every touch.

As you pull away for a brief moment, you realize that your mouth is filled with Mingyu's saliva, a testament to the intensity of your connection. Yet, instead of feeling repulsed, you find yourself craving more, your desire for him growing with each passing second.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with longing. "I can't get enough of you."

A rush of heat floods your cheeks at his words, but you can't help but feel a surge of confidence and arousal at his blatant admiration. With a coy smile, you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, "Then don't stop."

With a shared understanding, you both lean in once again, hungry for more of each other's touch, more of each other's taste. In this intimate embrace, time stands still, and all that exists is the electric connection between you and him.

As Mingyu's lips leave yours, a trail of soft kisses begins to descend down your neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. His gentle sucking leaves behind a trail of fiery marks, his passion evident in each lingering hickey.

A low moan escapes your lips, his name falling from them like a whispered prayer. Mingyu's movements slow, his breath hot against your skin as he pauses to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire.

"You like that?" he murmurs, his voice husky with need.

You nod, unable to form words as waves of pleasure wash over you. Mingyu's touch ignites a fire deep within you, his every caress driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"More," you plead, your voice a soft whisper, craving his touch like a drug.

With a wicked grin, he leans in once again, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss, promising to fulfill your every desire as the night stretches on in a symphony of passion and longing.

As the heat of the moment intensifies, your hands eagerly roam beneath Mingyu's shirt, tracing the contours of his body with a hunger that matches your own. But just as things begin to escalate, a sudden knock at the door startles both of you, causing you to jump apart, hearts racing with adrenaline, you exchanged a quick glance before rushing to answer the door.

As you swung the door open, your eyes widened in surprise to see Wonwoo standing on the other side. His expression was a mix of amusement and curiosity as he took in the disheveled appearance of you and Mingyu.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," Wonwoo said with a chuckle, "but I was wondering if you guys wanted to join us for dinner tonight?"

You exchanged a sheepish glance with Mingyu, realizing how caught up you had been in the moment. With a nervous laugh, you apologized to Wonwoo for the delay, explaining that you had lost track of time.

Wonwoo's smile widened as he teased, "Looks like you two were having quite the evening." He winked playfully before adding, "But no worries, take your time to freshen up. We'll wait for you downstairs."

As Wonwoo turns to head downstairs, Mingyu's hand shoots out, gently but firmly stopping him in his tracks. With a mischievous grin, Mingyu gestures for Wonwoo to come back inside, leaving you momentarily shocked by his unexpected move.

"Wonwoo," Mingyu says, his tone playful yet determined, "why don't you join us for a bit? We were just about to start something, weren't we?"

You shoot Mingyu a surprised glance, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with uncertainty at the prospect of including Wonwoo in your plans. But Mingyu's confident demeanor and inviting smile reassure you, and you find yourself nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, come on in, Won," you say, trying to mask your surprise with a casual tone. "The more, the merrier, right?"

With a chuckle, Wonwoo follows Mingyu back into the room, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected turn of events.

Wonwoo's curious gaze flickers between you and Mingyu, his brow furrowing slightly as he picks up on the subtle signs of breathlessness and flushed cheeks.

"So, what's been going on?" Wonwoo asks, his tone laced with playful curiosity. "You two look like you've been up to something."

Your frustration bubbles to the surface, caught off guard by Wonwoo's direct question. You stumble over your words, searching for an explanation that won't reveal too much.

"We... uh, we were just... exercising," you stammer, your cheeks flushing even deeper as you realize how unconvincing the excuse sounds.

Mingyu, however, can't contain his amusement, his grin widening to reveal his fangs as he tries to suppress his laughter.

"Exercising, huh?" Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, whatever you two were doing, it looks like you got quite the workout."

You shoot Mingyu a playful glare, silently pleading for him to help smooth over the awkwardness of the situation. But Mingyu just chuckles, thoroughly enjoying your discomfort as he leans back, his grin widening even further.

Feeling frustrated and flustered by the situation, you lie back on your bed, trying to gather your thoughts as you process the playful teasing from Wonwoo. To your surprise, Wonwoo sits down beside you, his smirk indicating that he's up to something.

You shoot a questioning glance at Mingyu, who returns your look with a wide grin, clearly enjoying the unfolding dynamic between the three of you.

As Wonwoo's hand casually grazes your thigh, you tense up, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. Sensing your discomfort, you start to sit up, shooting another glance at Mingyu for some kind of explanation.

But instead of intervening, Mingyu's smile only widens, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he watches the interaction between you and Wonwoo.

Feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, you try to navigate the situation, unsure of where this unexpected turn of events will lead. As Wonwoo's teasing continues, you can't help but wonder what Mingyu's endgame might be, and whether this playful banter will lead to something more.

As Wonwoo tightens his grip on your thighs, pulling you back from your thoughts, you blink, momentarily startled by the sudden jolt back to reality. Your cheeks flush as you realize that you were lost in a rather lewd fantasy involving the three of you.

Caught off guard by Mingyu's question, you swallow nervously, unsure whether to share your thoughts. But the darkening lust in his eyes encourages you to speak up.

"I... uh, I was just... imagining..." you trail off, feeling your cheeks grow even hotter under Mingyu's intense gaze.

Mingyu's grin widens as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Go on, don't be shy. We're all friends here."

Before you can respond, Wonwoo chimes in, his tone mocking yet playful. "Let me guess, you were picturing us doing some pretty naughty things, weren't you?"

Your cheeks flame with embarrassment as Wonwoo's words hit a little too close to home. But before you can protest, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he continues to tease.

"You're such a slutty little thing, aren't you?" Wonwoo murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Imagining all sorts of dirty fantasies with the three of us."

You squirm under Wonwoo's teasing, feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment at being called out so bluntly. But as Mingyu moves closer, his eyes smoldering with desire, you find yourself unable to resist the magnetic pull of their combined allure, eager to explore the depths of passion with both of them by your side.

Feeling the weight of their expectant gazes, you muster up the courage to admit to your lewd thoughts, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Okay, fine," you concede, unable to meet their eyes directly. "I was... imagining some pretty naughty stuff with both of you."

As your confession hangs in the air, you sense their excitement, their grins widening with anticipation. Before you can dwell on your embarrassment any longer, you lean in and press your lips to Wonwoo's, seeking solace in the familiar intimacy.

Mingyu's laughter rings out as you kiss Wonwoo, his teasing voice cutting through the moment. "There you go! Put what you learned into practice!"

Wonwoo chuckles against your lips, his arms wrapping around you in a tender embrace. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice soft with affection. "Just go with the flow."

With Mingyu's encouragement echoing in your ears, you deepen the kiss, letting go of your inhibitions as you lose yourself in the passion of the moment.

As Wonwoo's passion intensified, he eagerly bit your lips, igniting a surge of desire that coursed through your body. With a gasp of pleasure, you parted your lips, granting him access to your mouth as you surrendered to the fiery embrace of the moment.

His teeth grazing your skin sent shivers down your spine, the sensation electrifying as you lost yourself in the heady rush of desire. Mingyu's laughter in the background faded into the background as you became consumed by the intensity of the kiss, your senses overwhelmed by the raw passion that pulsed between you and Wonwoo.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating dance of lips and teeth, tongues and breaths mingling in a symphony of desire. With each bite and each caress, you felt yourself falling deeper into the abyss of pleasure, lost in the irresistible pull of lust and longing.

As the world spun around you in a dizzying whirlwind of sensation, you surrendered to the rapture of the moment, knowing that you were being swept away on a tidal wave of passion that would carry you to the heights of ecstasy.

As Wonwoo pulled away, leaving you momentarily breathless and wanting, Mingyu wasted no time in stepping forward to take his place. With a hungry intensity, he captured your lips in a kiss that was both wet and rough, his desire evident in every movement.

The contrast between Wonwoo's passion and Mingyu's fervor left you reeling, your senses overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. Mingyu's kiss was demanding, his lips moving with a primal urgency that set your heart racing.

"Mingyu," you gasp between kisses, your voice barely a whisper amidst the passion. "So... intense."

He only responds with a low growl, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he deepens the kiss, his hunger matching yours with every touch.

As Mingyu's passion-filled kisses consume you, you feel a tug at your pajamas, and suddenly, Wonwoo's hands are deftly removing them, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath his touch.

"Wait, Woo," you manage to murmur between heated kisses with Mingyu, your voice barely audible amidst the fervor.

But Wonwoo doesn't respond with words. Instead, he trails soft kisses along your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he explores every inch of your exposed flesh.

"Mmm," Mingyu murmurs against your lips, his tongue still entwined with yours. "Don't worry, just let go."

You can only gasp in response, the overwhelming sensations rendering you speechless as Mingyu's kisses grow more fervent and Wonwoo's touch becomes more demanding.

Lost in a haze of desire, you surrender yourself to the passion that consumes you,

Amidst the whirlwind of desire and passion, Wonwoo's question cuts through the haze, his voice dripping with mock teasing.

"You want this, don't you?" he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing soft kisses along your legs, inching higher and higher until they reach your thighs.

Your breath catches in your throat as you nod, unable to form coherent words amidst the intoxicating sensations that engulf you.

Meanwhile, Mingyu pulls you away from his kiss, his hands moving with purpose as he removes your shirt, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze.

"You're such a slut for us," Mingyu adds, his voice laced with desire as he admires your figure, his eyes filled with a primal hunger that sends shivers down your spine.

Left with only your underwear, you feel exposed and vulnerable yet undeniably aroused as the two boys continue to admire you, their hungry gazes stoking the fire of desire that burns between you.

Feeling a mix of frustration and arousal, you pout, unable to suppress the question that's been nagging at the back of your mind.

"Why am I the only one undressed?" you ask, your voice tinged with a hint of playful protest.

The two boys exchange amused glances, their grins widening as they seem to find your pouting adorable. But instead of offering an explanation, they simply laugh, their amusement only fueling your curiosity further.

With mischievous grins, they lean in closer, their eyes twinkling with mischief as they make a bold request.

"Alright then, if you're feeling left out," Mingyu says, his voice laced with excitement. "Why don't you use your mouth to remove our shirts?"

Feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation, you couldn't help but be intrigued by the playful challenge they presented. With a coy smile, you accepted their invitation, allowing yourself to be swept up in the intoxicating thrill of the moment.

With slow, deliberate movements, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against Mingyu's chest, trailing kisses along his skin as you worked to remove his shirt with your teeth. The sensation of his warm flesh against your lips sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you, heightening the excitement of the moment.

Once Mingyu's shirt was removed, you turned your attention to Wonwoo, repeating the process with eager enthusiasm. His laughter filled the room as you teased and tantalized him with your lips, each kiss bringing you closer to the goal of removing his shirt.

As the fabric finally gave way and his shirt fell away, you looked up to see the satisfaction and desire reflected in their eyes. You looked at there eyes as you ask what's next, eager anticipation coursing through your veins, Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange a glance filled with unspoken desire, their eyes smoldering with lust.

"We have plenty of ideas," Wonwoo murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

Mingyu then pats his sweatpants with a knowing smirk, drawing your gaze downwards. With a mixture of amusement and arousal, you follow his gesture and your eyes widen as you notice the unmistakable erection straining against the fabric.

You can't help but chuckle at the sight, feeling a rush of excitement as you realize just how much they desire you.

"Looks like you're both pretty excited," you tease, your voice laced with playful anticipation. Feeling the intensity of the moment reaching new heights, you made a bold decision to remove your underwear, leaving yourself completely naked before Mingyu and Wonwoo.

Mingyu's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you have no idea," he says, his tone suggestive.

Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you lower yourself to eye level with Mingyu's bulge. His words echo in your mind as you realize the intimacy of the task at hand.

"It's like kissing," Mingyu says, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

With trembling hands, you reach out, your fingertips brushing against the fabric of his sweatpants. Your pulse quickens as you slowly remove his pants, revealing the tantalizing outline of his arousal beneath.

Mingyu's breath catches in his throat as you remove his pants and underwear, his desire laid bare before you. With a mixture of anticipation and excitement, you position yourself before him, ready to fulfill his demand.

Mingyu positions himself in front of your lips, his gaze locked with yours, silently urging you to take the next step. With a deep breath, you lean forward, your lips parting as you press a tentative kiss against his tip.

The sensation is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you as Mingyu gasps softly, his fingers tangling in your hair. Encouraged by his reaction, you continue to explore, your lips tracing along his length with growing confidence.

As Mingyu's demand sends a thrill coursing through you, you comply eagerly, adjusting your position to accommodate his request. With a slow, deliberate motion, you tentatively extend your tongue, tracing along his length as you continue to suck him.

Mingyu's breath hitches at the sensation, his hands gripping the sheets tighter as pleasure courses through him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Use your tongue, princess."

Feeling a rush of arousal flood through you at his words, you comply, swirling your tongue around him, exploring every inch of his throbbing arousal with a hunger that matches his own.

As you focus on Mingyu, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of your shared passion, you're suddenly aware of Wonwoo's presence. Turning your head slightly, you see him kneeling beside you, his touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine as he explores your folds with a gentle, yet insistent touch.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation, pleasure radiating through you as Mingyu's arousal pulses against your tongue.

As Mingyu hisses that he's close, his hips move with urgency, driving his cock deeper into your mouth. You can feel his arousal throbbing against your tongue, the heat of his desire pulsing through every inch of you.

"Swallow it all, angel," Mingyu demands, his voice strained with pleasure as he thrusts into your mouth. "I want you to taste me."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as Mingyu's movements become more forceful, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. Despite the overwhelming intensity of the moment, you continue to obey, determined to fulfill his every desire.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo's tongue slips inside you, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"God, you're so wet," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "Just giving head and you're dripping like this."

The combination of Mingyu's thrusts and Wonwoo's teasing pushes you closer to the edge, pleasure and desire mingling into a heady mix that leaves you trembling with need.

As Mingyu delivers one final thrust, his release floods your mouth with his warm, salty essence. You swallow every drop eagerly, not wanting to waste a single taste of his intoxicating pleasure.

Mingyu's praise washes over you, his words fueling the fire of desire that burns within you. "Good slut," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a good girl for me." his voice filled with satisfaction as he pulls his cock from your mouth, leaving you feeling simultaneously empty and fulfilled.

But before you can dwell on the sensation, a sudden wave of pleasure crashes over you, your orgasm hitting with a force that steals your breath away. You cling to Mingyu's thigh for support, your body trembling with ecstasy as Wonwoo's fingers and tongue continue to drive you towards new heights of pleasure.

As you catch your breath, Mingyu's strong arms encircled your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap, you felt a surge of anticipation coursing through you. The warmth of his body beneath you sent a shiver of excitement down your spine, your senses heightened by the intimacy of the moment.

"Are you ready to take my cock?" Mingyu asks, his voice husky with desire as he waits for your response.

Your heart races at his words, and you nod eagerly, a sense of anticipation building within you as you prepare yourself for what's to come.

Meanwhile, you watch as Wonwoo licks his fingers clean of your essence, his other hand busy undoing his pants. His gaze is filled with hunger as he watches the exchange between you and Mingyu, his desire mirroring your own.

With a wicked grin, Wonwoo adds his own dirty dialogue to the mix, his voice dripping with lust as he speaks.

"Can't wait to see you take all of him," Wonwoo murmurs, his words sending a jolt of excitement through you. "And I'll be right here to make sure you're properly taken care of."

Feeling Mingyu's dominant presence looming over you, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come. His hand rests firmly on your waist as he instructs you to guide his cock into your waiting heat.

"Put it inside yourself," he commands, his voice dripping with authority as he watches you with a hungry gaze.

You meet his gaze with determination, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through you at his dominant tone. With trembling hands, you position his cock at your entrance, feeling the heat of his arousal pressing against your sensitive flesh.

As you struggle to accommodate his size, Mingyu's hand hovers over your head, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. With each slow, deliberate movement, you feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort washing over you.

But Mingyu's gaze never wavers, his dominance fueling your own desire as you continue to lower yourself onto him, inch by agonizing inch.

A low moan escapes your lips as he enters you, your walls clenching around him instinctively. You can feel his cock twitch inside you at the sensation, a silent testament to his own arousal.

"Mmm, that's it," Mingyu murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he savors the feeling of being buried deep within you. "Take all of me, princess."

With each inch that disappears inside you, you feel yourself becoming more and more consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being filled by him.

Feeling Mingyu's increasing roughness, you instinctively seek solace in his lips, hunger driving you to press your mouth hungrily against his. His lips meet yours with a fervor that matches your own, the heat of his desire igniting a fire within you.

Mingyu responds eagerly, his tongue tangling with yours in a wild dance of passion and need. Each kiss is a desperate plea for more, a silent declaration of the overwhelming desire that consumes you both.

As you turn around, you're met with the sight of Wonwoo, his finger slick with saliva as he prepares to enter you. A surge of anticipation courses through you as you realize what's about to happen, your body quivering with excitement.

"Ready for more, angel?" Wonwoo asks, his voice husky with desire as he gazes at you with hungry eyes.

You nod eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps as you brace yourself for the sensation of his finger sliding inside you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he begins to push past the tight ring of muscle, each inch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You moan with pleasure, the sensation of being filled from both ends driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Mingyu watches with rapt attention as Wonwoo prepares you, his desire evident in the way his eyes darken with lust.

With each thrust of Wonwoo's finger, you feel yourself becoming more and more consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being filled by him.

As Wonwoo removes his fingers from your ass, you feel a sense of emptiness that's quickly replaced by anticipation as he positions himself behind you. You watch with baited breath as he spits into his hand, using the slickness as makeshift lubrication for his cock.

Mingyu's words of encouragement and praise only serve to heighten the intensity of the moment, his voice thick with desire as he watches you eagerly take both him and Wonwoo.

"You're so dirty, princess," Mingyu murmurs, his tone filled with admiration and desire. "Taking two cocks at once like the little slut you are."

His words send a thrill of excitement through you, fueling your desire as you surrender yourself completely to the pleasure of being filled by both Mingyu and Wonwoo.

With a sharp intake of breath, you feel Wonwoo's cock pressing against your entrance, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. As he begins to push inside, you moan with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, your body eagerly welcoming him.

The feeling of being stretched and filled from both ends is overwhelming, driving you to new heights of ecstasy with each thrust. Mingyu's relentless pace only adds to the intensity, his desire evident in the way he moves against you.

As Wonwoo's hand connects with your ass in a sharp slap, a mixture of pleasure and pain shoots through you, intensifying the sensations coursing through your body. You can't help but cry out, the sting of his touch only adding to the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment.

"You're such a whore for us," Wonwoo growls, his voice filled with possessive desire as he asserts his dominance over you.

The words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, driving you to new heights of pleasure as you eagerly surrender yourself to their desires.

"Yes," you gasp, your voice filled with need as you eagerly respond to Wonwoo's declaration. "I'm your whore."

Mingyu's thrusts become more urgent, more insistent, as he moves against you with a hunger that matches your own. Mingyu moves closer, his lips finding your breast as he sucks and nibbles, adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"Yes," you moan, your voice filled with desire as you give yourself over completely to the pleasure of being taken by both Mingyu and Wonwoo. "More, please."

As Mingyu and Wonwoo approach the edge, their desire reaches a fever pitch, their movements growing more urgent and desperate with each passing moment.

"We're gonna cum inside you, angel," Mingyu groans, his voice thick with lust as he presses himself deeper into you.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his own arousal evident in the way his breath hitches with each thrust. "You want us to fill you up, don't you?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

You can only nod eagerly, your own need driving you to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper amidst the overwhelming pleasure. "Fill me up with your cum."

The words hang in the air, a silent plea for release as Mingyu and Wonwoo give themselves over completely to the pleasure of the moment. With each thrust, they drive themselves closer and closer to the edge, their need for release building with every delicious slide of their cocks inside you.

And then, with a sharp cry of pleasure, they reach their climax, their hot, sticky release flooding into you as they empty themselves completely. You cry out in ecstasy, your own pleasure mingling with theirs as you surrender yourself to the overwhelming sensation of being filled by them in body and soul.

As Mingyu and Wonwoo withdraw from you, their cocks slick with the evidence of your shared passion, they gently lower you onto the bed, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Your legs are spread wide.

Your body tingles with the lingering pleasure of their touch, and you can feel the warm trails of cum leaking from your filled holes.

With gentle yet firm movements, they begin to push their fingers into your dripping folds, collecting the pooled cum and pushing it back inside you. Each touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you can't help but gasp at the sensation.

"Not a drop wasted," Wonwoo murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction as he works to ensure that every last bit of their release is returned to you.

Mingyu nods in agreement, his own fingers joining Wonwoo's in the intimate task. "That's it," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Make sure it stays where it belongs."

Feeling their fingers pushing the white fluid deeper inside you, you couldn't resist the urge to rock your hips in response, seeking to maximize the sensation of their touch. With each movement, you felt the cum spreading within you, filling every part of your being with a delicious warmth.

The rhythm of your hips matched the rhythm of their fingers, creating a symphony of pleasure that enveloped you completely. Mingyu's and Wonwoo's hands worked in tandem, their touch both gentle and insistent as they ensured that every drop of cum was pushed deep inside your holes.

Amidst the lingering haze of pleasure, you hear Mingyu and Wonwoo's laughter, their voices filled with amusement as they admire the lewd sight before them.

"You look so slutty right now," Mingyu chuckles, his tone teasing yet affectionate.

You can't help but agree, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you bask in the afterglow of your shared passion. "I must look incredibly lewd," you admit, your voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and contentment.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his laughter mingling with Mingyu's as they continue to admire you. "But it suits you," he adds, his voice warm with affection. "You're absolutely beautiful."

With satisfied smiles, Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange a glance, silently acknowledging the intimacy they've shared with you. As they turn their attention back to you, they hold out their fingers, still slick with remnants of your shared passion.

"Clean us up, princess," Mingyu says, his voice low and husky with desire as he offers you his fingers.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and longing. "We want every last drop," he adds, his voice thick with desire.

You don't hesitate, eagerly accepting their offer as you lean forward to take their fingers into your mouth. The taste of your combined arousal fills your senses, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through you as you eagerly lick and suck them clean.

Mingyu and Wonwoo watch you with hungry eyes, their breath catching in their throats as they witness your eagerness to please them. With each lick and suck, you can feel their desire reigniting, the heat of their arousal palpable in the air around you. As you finish cleaning them up, you meet their gaze with a satisfied smile.

After the intense intimacy you've shared, Mingyu and Wonwoo gently check in on you, their concern evident in the way they tenderly caress your skin and brush your hair away from your face.

"Are you feeling okay, angel?" Mingyu asks, his voice filled with genuine concern as he gazes at you with affection.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his eyes soft with tenderness as he leans in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "We didn't push you too far, did we?" he murmurs, his voice laced with concern.

You smile softly, feeling the warmth of their love and care surrounding you like a comforting embrace. "I'm okay," you assure them, your voice filled with gratitude. "More than okay, actually."

Wonwoo's playful remark earns a chuckle from both you and Mingyu, as you bask in the warm afterglow of your shared experience.

"I have to thank you, Mingyu," Wonwoo says, a grin playing on his lips. "This was quite the invitation."

Mingyu returns the smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I figured you could use a little excitement in your life," he teases.

Wonwoo laughs, then turns to you with a twinkle in his eye. "So, is this going to be a regular thing now? Because, let's face it, our princess here will never be satisfied with just one dick."

You playfully smack both of their shoulders, a smirk on your face. "You two are going to be the reason I can't walk for days," you joke, your voice filled with mock indignation.

But Mingyu and Wonwoo just smile at you, their affection evident in the way they press kisses to your cheeks. "Once you're good and ready, we'll definitely be up for another round," Mingyu says, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

You can't help but be flabbergasted by their stamina, amazed by their ability to keep going even after such an intense session. "You two are unbelievable," you exclaim, shaking your head in disbelief. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

The exchange of wide grins between Mingyu and Wonwoo doesn't go unnoticed by you. Their knowing looks and shared excitement are contagious, and you can feel your own anticipation building.

"You're really up for another round?" Mingyu asks, a hint of excitement in his voice as he looks at you expectantly.

Wonwoo nods eagerly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "We'll make sure to take good care of you," he promises, his tone filled with reassurance.

You assert your playful demand with a grin, adding a hint of challenge to your voice. "You two better be ready," you tease, looking from Mingyu to Wonwoo with a twinkle in your eye. "Because after this, I'm going to need some serious pampering. I won't be able to walk for days."

Mingyu and Wonwoo share a knowing glance, their expressions filled with playful determination. "Consider it done," Mingyu says, his voice brimming with confidence.

With a shared sense of excitement and anticipation, you snuggle up between them, ready to embark on another round of passionate exploration. As you surrender yourself to the pleasure of their touch, you know that this is just the beginning of many more unforgettable moments to come.

....... ≿━━━━༺MINGYU༻━━━━≾ .......

....... ≿━━━༺WONWOO༻━━━≾ .......

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[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (3)- Age Difference

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: Separated from the rest of the group, you and Wanda find the perfect opportunity in the kitchen to have some alone time.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Mommy Kink, Oral and fingering (W receiving), Power Bottom Wanda, Implied cheating

Kinktober Masterlist

"Uh I don't think so young lady," your aunt, Natasha, says teasingly, taking the glass of wine you just picked up out of your hand. She simply raised her eyebrow at you, taking a sip herself of the drink as she watched with fake glare.

"Oh come on Nat," you grumbled, leaning back into your seat as your aunt chuckled at you, Wanda also laughing at the display. "Surely I can have one drink ," you stare at her with your best puppy eyes, hoping that even though you're an adult she'll give into the oldest trick in the book.

"You can have a drink when you're twenty one," she says with no room for challenge in her tone, yet you decide to try anyway, what's the worst she can do? Pour it on you?

"Please, everyone else is drinking," you motion to Wanda and Vision who sit together on the couch, Maria who sits in an arm chair and to Yelena who is casually sipping her beer while on her phone, most likely texting her girlfriend Kate. "And I'm basically twenty one, It's only two months."

"Well if it's only two months, I'm sure you can wait," she takes another large sip to taunt you, smirking over the rim of the glass as you groan in annoyance at her. "Also everyone else here is at least over twenty one."

"More like over thirty," you grumble, earning a real glare this time. "Fine," pushing yourself to your feet, you start heading towards the kitchen, "I'll go get myself a drink suitable for a twenty year old." You hear a chorus of laughter and shake your head while making your way through the house.

When you arrive at the kitchen you head straight to the fridge hoping to find something to drink and take back to the group. You frown when all you can see are juice boxes and groan when you remember this is Wanda and Visions house so everything is catered for children. Mumbling a small, "Fuck it," you grab two blackcurrant juice boxes and place one on the counter top while stabbing the straw through the other. You got lost in your thoughts as you moodily drank one of the twins drinks, jumping when a pair of arms wrapped around your middle.

"Hey Detka," she whispers into your ear, body flush against your back. "Enjoying the drink?" she teases making you groan once again, turning in her hold to face her. You stare up at the older woman, admiring her features as she smiles softly at you. Your mouth opens to make a snarky remark but your voice dies down when you feel her hands drift towards your ass and face lower, her lips now ghosting yours. "How about I give you something that tastes a lot better than any drink you can have?" she rasps out, accent delicately wrapping around her words.

"What about Vision?" you murmur, losing yourself in her darkening green eyes.

"He's too busy telling the others a work story," she slowly turns the two of you around, her now leaning against the marble countertop of her kitchen. "So?" one hand cups your jaw, tilting your face upwards to look at her better, "Do you want to make Mommy feel good?"

You lean forward to capture her lips, groaning at the lingering taste of alcohol on her lips and move your hands to hold her waist. You feel her tongue slide over your bottom lip, not hesitating to part your lips to allow her tongue to slide in and dominate your mouth. You groan into the kiss when her hands move up your body, one resting casually on your neck.

"We don't have time to play Detka," she murmurs between kisses before pulling back, "Be a good girl for Mommy and kneel." You practically drop to your knees at her sultry voice, staring up at her with lust-filled eyes as your hands slowly creep up her legs. When you reach the hem of her skirt you stop, the silent question in your eyes answered when she nods and threads a hand through your hair. Swiftly, you lift the skirt so your head can meet her core and groan quietly to yourself when you see she's not wearing any panties, her arousal dripping from her.

"Fuck Mommy, you're so beautiful," you mutter while place a few kisses on her thighs before leaning forwards to lick a stripe up her core.

"Shit Detka," she moans quietly, hands gripping the countertop till her knuckles start to bleed white. "Do you know how turned on Mommy was when she saw you earlier?" her voice breathy as she tries to control her volume, your tongue swirling over her clit not helping her stay quiet. "I was so tempted to drag you into the bathroom and have you on your knees like now, fucking me with that perfect little mouth of yours." You groan into her pussy at her words, one of your hands raising to her core so you could tease her entrance with your fingers. At the same time, you suck hard on her clit and thrust a finger into her, one of her hands clamping over her mouth to muffle the moan that erupted from the back of her throat. "That's it Detka, you're making Mommy feel so good," she praises quickly before placing her hand back over her mouth as you curl your finger inside her.

Your tongue continues to swirl around her clit as you add another finger into her, thrusting both digits into her mercilessly as you're addicted to the sound of the muffled moans echoing around the room.

"You taste so good Mommy," you murmur before pulling your fingers out, earning a low groan in response before a choked moan when you thrust your tongue into her. You relentlessly thrust it into her while your fingers go to her clit, circling it in time with the way you curl your tongue inside her to have her legs shake slightly as she supports herself with the countertop.

" God Detka, " she groans out, "Right there, fuck I'm gonna come." You feel her clench around your tongue, legs trembling by your head as her orgasm washes over her. You moan into her when you feel her cum coat your tongue and help her ride out her aftershocks by slowly circling her clit. Her hands gently push you away when she gets too sensitive, you sitting back on your feet as you look up at her with a dazed smile, her arousal all over your mouth. She pulls you up by the collar of your shirt and crashes her lips to yours, moaning into your mouth at the taste of herself. "Good girl," she praises one last time before she lets you clean your face off with a washcloth and tidies her appearance up.

"How's the drink coming along?" Natasha says while Maria wraps her arm around her middle, both of them holding empty wine glasses as they stroll into the kitchen. They pause in their tracks when they see you with a straw in your mouth, your hand holding the other juice box as you finished the first, while your cheeks seemingly flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh my god!" Maria exclaimed while Natasha burst out into laughter, placing down her glass so she wouldn't drop it. You scowled as they started to tease you for drinking a child's drink, defending yourself as best you could but to no avail. You grumbled under your breath before turning your gaze to Wanda who had a soft smile that lessened your bad mood.

You made your way out of the kitchen to avoid any more teasing but stopped at the door of the living room when Wanda grabbed your hand.

"Meet me later for your reward, you were such a good girl for Mommy."

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[thebiggerbear]

Soldier Boy x Reader - Prompt Response - "Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Summary: You're tired of running and you go to Soldier Boy for protection. He agrees to do it but not without a price.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. The original character I wanted to respond to this prompt with before deciding to make it multi-character. This scenario immediately popped into my head reading the line and I just had to write it. Hope it's okay.

Thank you to my beta Em for her services. You rock, girl!

Sequel

Warnings: violence/murder; implied assassination attempts; sexual propositioning; Soldier Boy being himself; starts out as a blackmail type dynamic that appears as if a little dubcon at first; language?

Word Count: 2528

Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

SB Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Beau version | Dean version | Jenny version | Tom version | Jason version | Anael version | SDV Alex version

You never thought in a million years that you would be seeking out one of the most dangerous Supes in the world for protection. Then again, you never would have thought that a multi-billion dollar corporation would be after you, intent on seeing you torn apart and scattered to the four winds. You didn’t exactly blow the whistle on them, but you didn’t exactly tow the company line either—something Stan Edgar was less than thrilled with and now the evil son of a bitch wanted you dead.

It was no secret that Edgar and Soldier Boy had a falling out of sorts after the truth about his being handed to the Russians had come to light. His old team may have made it happen, but it was Edgar pulling the strings all along. Surprisingly, the Supe who had been so focused on revenge hadn’t hunted Edgar down after this revelation, which made you wary about going this route. However, after narrowly escaping the latest death squad sent after you, you decided you had no choice but to take the gamble. There was nowhere you could run that Vought wouldn’t find you and you just hoped this would be more of an ‘enemy of my enemy’ situation rather than a ‘handing you right over to your enemy’ situation.

Once you had managed to track him down in Hong Kong while you were busy running yourself, he had shockingly agreed to a meet, and even more shockingly agreed to help you. Not without certain stipulations, of course.

“Let me in that sweet pussy of yours and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

You should have known, especially from the way he had been eyeing you up ever since he caught sight of you. Screwing your face up in disgust, you flat out refused. “Not happening.”

He shrugged and began to walk away. “Then you must not need my protection that badly.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “You’re seriously turning me down because I won’t fuck you? Whatever happened to the ‘Soldier Boy is America’s son’ bullshit? The OG superhero who fought Nazis and protected people?”

Soldier Boy stopped and slowly turned back towards you. “I’d be putting myself on the line to protect you. For that, I deserve one hell of a payment.” 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “So now you’re blackmailing me into sleeping with you? Unbelievable.” You had heard he was more like America’s Asshole than its Son, but you still couldn’t believe your ears. You had even offered to help him take Vought down with what you knew, so long as he kept you safe. You knew he’d want that kind of information. Why else was he hopping from continent to continent in the last few months, trying to shake Vought just like you were? Instead, his dick was taking top priority. Typical. 

“It’s the least you can do, doll.” He faced you fully again, shield hanging off of his arm as if it weighed nothing. “Like you said, I fought for this country, fought the Nazis, and now you’re asking me to play bodyguard while taking on Vought for you. I deserve something worth all that trouble.”

You ran through all other options in your mind. You still had a contact that could possibly put you in touch with someone that wouldn’t mind tapping into Vought’s offshore accounts that weren’t supposed to exist. You were already on Vought’s kill list; what would a few hundred thousand dollars of theirs matter? “I could pay you,” you offered.

“I’m not interested in money.” His eyes roved over you as he approached. “Besides,” he murmured as he came to a stop in front of you. You tensed as he reached up to tuck a strand of your hair that had gotten loose from under your ball cap behind your ear. ”I haven’t had a looker as pretty as you in a long time. Been locked away.” He gently gripped your chin in between his thumb and index finger, his eyes intent on your mouth before lifting to meet yours. A hint of a smirk started to appear on his handsome face when he most likely heard your heart beat starting to increase.

He released you and even took a step back from you, allowing you physical and metaphorical space. “Your call.”

You bit your lip as thoughts chaotically swirled inside your head. On one hand, you refused to be manipulated or pushed into sex with this asshole. No matter how physically attractive he might be, you weren’t willing to get on your back just so he would help you. But on the other hand, the cold hard truth was that you were tired — tired of running, tired of little-to-no sleep, tired of the paranoia that came with such a flight. Hell, at present, you hadn’t slept in almost two days and you were running on fumes; there wasn’t enough caffeine or energy pills in the world to get you through another day with no rest. Your reaction time was already dragging if your last narrow escape was anything to go by. If you continued this way, you’d be dead before the sun started to warm the sky; you were certain of it.

Soldier Boy stared you down. “What’s it gonna be?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you glanced behind you at a small noise far off down the street. Thankfully, it was an old woman tossing something out onto the pavement, but you couldn’t deny it put you further on edge. You turned back to the Supe whose eyes stayed trained on you. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves and readied your response. His lips began to quirk upwards into a smile; he knew what your answer was going to be before you even said the words.

Vought Tower had been completely demolished. Luckily, it had been mostly evacuated before the destruction occurred. A fight between Soldier Boy and the now-dead Homelander had caused most of the damage, but the C4 that had been carefully lined throughout the infrastructure is what ended up bringing it down. 

Before it went boom, Soldier Boy had approached Stan Edgar, who refused to cower in a corner. The Supe respected that, but it didn’t change what he’d come here to do. He gripped Edgar by the throat and lifted him in the air, choking the older man and ignoring the fingers that desperately clawed at his hand.

“I thought we had an agreement,” Edgar rasped out.

Soldier Boy shrugged. “She made me a better one.” He then snapped the man’s neck and tossed his body aside like a rag doll. 

“Oi! We ought to get out of here,” Butcher warned after seeing Stan Edgar lifeless on the floor. “Frenchie’s about to blow this place to fucking hell.”

He glared over at the Brit and picked up his shield. He still didn’t trust him, not after what he and his merry band of assholes had tried to do the last time they’d teamed up, but he’d made a deal with you and he was intent on keeping his end of it. The only conditions Butcher and Captain Lesbo had given this time around was: no civilian casualties and Ryan was off limits. He did his best with the first and he could give less than a fuck on the other. As far as he was concerned, the kid was Butcher’s problem as long as the kid didn’t come looking for some payback once he got older, which Butcher assured he wouldn’t. That, and there better not be Novichok gas waiting at the end of this mission for him. They’d reluctantly agreed, knowing they had no other way to kill Homelander and take down Vought all in one swoop.

“After you.” Soldier Boy gestured for Butcher to leave first. The man scowled but obliged, keeping a wary eye out as he moved. Smirking, Soldier boy followed. The Supe might have enjoyed the reaction—or even tried to settle the score from Butcher’s previous betrayal—if he didn’t have you to get back to. He needed to let you know that you no longer had Stan Edgar or Vought to worry about. He’d kept up his end of the bargain you’d both made — now, finally, you were free.

You woke up to the sound of someone moving through the darkness in your room. You grabbed the gun from beneath your pillow and bolted upright as much as you could, trying to get your eyes to adjust so you could get a good shot.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Soldier Boy assured you. 

Recognizing his voice, you slowly lowered the gun and focused on his location. When your eyes finally adjusted, you realized he was near the foot of the bed, completely nude, his hair damp from a fresh shower. “Ben,” you breathed out in relief. “You scared me.”

Through the beams of moonlight shining into the room from the window, you saw him give you a smile and lay his shield down on the floor next to him. “Didn’t mean to.”

You slipped the safety back on the gun and stashed it into the drawer of your nightstand. You hated having it under your pillow at night; it was super uncomfortable and you only needed to do that when Soldier Boy — Ben, as he’d asked you to call him instead — wasn’t around. “Everything go okay?” 

“Better than okay.” You glanced back to see a smirk adorning that handsome face of his, with an all-too familiar gleam in those green eyes. You watched as he slipped on some sweats and then made his way to the opposite side of the bed. You moved onto your side to face him, smiling as he climbed in next to you and sat up against the headboard, turning to grin down at you. Within seconds, he had his arms wrapped around you, pulling you up against him, and he was kissing you a proper hello. He only pulled back when you needed air and tenderly rubbed his nose along yours, nuzzling you. “How about you, doll? Everything go okay while I was gone?”

You nodded and snuggled into his bare chest, letting out a relieved sigh when you felt his warm hands stroking your back. “Everything’s fine,” you assured him, closing your eyes. You’d never admit it aloud, but you felt so much better when he was around. Not only did you feel protected but you just felt better in general. You’d have to be under the pain of torture to admit to him (or yourself) that you actually missed him when he had to leave.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let his lips linger there, continuing to rub your back just the way you liked. “Edgar and Vought are gone,” he murmured. “The Caped Cunt, too. You’ve got nothing more to worry about.”

Your eyes snapped open and you lifted yourself up to meet his gaze, your brows furrowed. “What?” You asked in shock.

“You heard me.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his grin now a smug smile. “You’re safe, baby.”    

Your eyes widened when the realization hit you. “That’s where you went?”

Your only answer was the lengthening of that smile. 

“Jesus, Ben.” So many thoughts and emotions swirled within you all at once. You were free, truly free. You no longer had to worry about Vought death squads hunting you down, Homelander coming for you, or Stan Edgar sending after you any ragtag Supes he could scrounge up. You were free. Although, Ben hadn’t told you that he was about to go on his most dangerous mission yet. He might be America’s original superhero and he might be tough to kill, but that didn’t mean he was completely invincible. He’d admitted as much to you over the last few months. “What if… What if you didn’t—”

He kissed you, effectively cutting you off. “I did,” he hummed against your lips. “Told you I would.”

You nodded, gently tracing his facial features with your hands before gliding down to his shoulders, dipping down the warm expanse of his back and then slowly returning to his chest. As always, he remained patient whenever you did this ritual of checking him for any wounds or injuries, knowing you wouldn’t find any but needing to assure yourself just the same. Truthfully, this man had come to mean more to you than you’d ever imagined would be possible. Hell, there had been a time when it wouldn’t have been possible at all.

When you were done, you met his gaze head on. “Do I want to know?”

Ben remained silent, but his eyes said it all: no, you didn’t want to know. You and Ben may have planned for the downfall of Vought and the ends of Homelander and Stan Edgar, the very same bastards that had put a target on your back in the first place, but that didn’t mean you wanted to hear the gory details of their deaths. You were just grateful Ben had come back to you alive and unharmed. 

You gave him a thin-lipped smile in understanding. “Thank you,” you whispered. 

Ben studied you for a moment, then pulled you in and kissed you again, his fingers slipping through your hair until he grabbed the back of your neck and urged you to meet him more fully. Just as you were getting into it, he broke away and chuckled. “You’re real eager for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?” You shot him a look and the smirk was suddenly back on his face. Without warning, he picked you up to rearrange you in the bed how he wanted you. “Too bad that you need to get some rest. We’re blowing the fuck out of here tomorrow and you’re gonna need to keep up.”

As if he would leave you behind if you couldn’t. “I thought you said Butcher would leave us alone after this.”

“I don’t trust that dicksucking Brit and I trust his bitch of a boss even less.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking when you felt him settle in behind you, knowing how much he enjoyed spooning you like this. “‘Kay,” you agreed. He had successfully protected you this far; you’d follow his lead on this one, too. You shut your eyes and snuggled into your pillow, content to feel his hands on your back caressing you once more. You were just about asleep when you heard him murmur in your ear, “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe.” You smiled when you heard the words he’d been saying to you every night now for many months and your heart lightened when you felt his hands trail from your back to cup protectively over your rounding stomach, rubbing gently. ‘Safe’ is exactly how you felt right in this moment, and the little girl moving to meet her father’s embrace—like she always did when she sensed he was near—only cemented the knowledge that this was the first night neither you nor she were in danger any longer. It gave you a sense of peace you hadn’t known in a long time.

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[manestjerne]

I'll do that again for you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky pushes you away again and you let him this time.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: angst, swearing, comfort, a little fluff, doubts, angry behavior, mentions of physical abuse and injuries, crying. Let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: I'm not sure about this one, but it's been on my mind for so long I had to finally sit down and write it all down. Hope you enjoy it guys <3

I walked into Bucky’s apartment and tossed my keys on the dining table before opening the fridge and getting myself a bottle of water. I looked around slowly and walked to the pile of bedsheets on the floor. I picked them up before sitting down on the couch. The quiet sound of shower in the other room seemed to wash all my worries away, but I knew they will come back the moment I see him. His deep blue, tired eyes full of regret and and guilt, his usually steady hands shaking whenever we were alone. All the things no one else besides me was allowed to see. Things that only I could perceive in a conference room full of people. Things I couldn’t do anything about. He was more devastated than ever, when Steve started talking about leaving him. Leaving us, but Bucky couldn’t wrap his head around that, believing I have already found my peace in other people. As compassionate as he was, he never saw how lonely I was since I was trying to get him his life back. But I never blamed him. 

The peaceful sound of water flowing got quiet unexpectedly, making me snap back to reality. I heard quiet footsteps getting closer and my heart started pounding in my chest. 

„Hey sweets, you’re here early.” 

He said calmly, sitting on the couch next to me. I only replied with a smile, realizing he looks worse than usually. He wasn’t surprised I was here, I always were on friday mornings. We talked about his last therapy session before going to the compound together, it was our routine. The thing that kept us both on tracks, helping to get a steady rhythm in our messed up lives, something to stick with for once. But today my thoughts were focused on something else, I didn’t care about the therapy, knowing he might finally found something better to help him get his life together. 

„How was your date yesterday?”

„It was awful and I don’t want to talk about it.” 

His reply was dry and harsh. He didn’t do that often while talking to me. He had a soft spot there, always treating me gently and respectful, but I knew this moment would come, sooner or later. I knew the perfect bubble of our strange relationship would finally burst, because he couldn’t handle it. I knew it would change for him, but never for me, I felt the same way since I met him, when he squeezed my throat so hard that I passed out and had to look at the bruises covering my body for the next two weeks, whenever I passed a mirror. But even as the Winter Soldier, his eyes were the same, that’s why I chose to help Steve get him back. That’s why I had the worst possible fight with Tony, when he told me I can’t just pick up assassins from the streets and adopt them like stray cats. He never said that about Wanda, he never called Nat an assassin, but he never hesitated when it came to Bucky. Thinking about that sent shivers down my spine, remembering how much I had to give up to bring things back to normal, to help them understand, that the Winter Soldier is not the person standing in front of them.

„So I chose a wrong person again?” 

I asked with a weak smile. It wasn’t the first date he didn’t enjoy, but he never blamed me for that.

„You chose the wrong thing for me, I don’t get why do you want me to find a fucking love of my life by setting me up on hookups I don’t want to attend.”

His voice started to sound unsettling, I shifted in my seat and straightened my back, looking at him carefully. He tried to do that earlier, to push me away by scaring me, but I never let him. I knew he would never hurt me, too focused on protecting me at all costs, like his life depended on it.

„Don’t be such a dick and stop blaming me for your poor love life, I’m just trying to help you get back to reality.”

I was surprised by my own words, I never spoke to him that way, no matter how he treated me. I felt a wave of frustration flushing through my veins, making me feel like my blood is boiling. I looked at his hands, his metal fingers clenching in a fist, the flesh hand rubbing on the soft fabric of his jeans, but I knew how much they were trembling at this moment and how much he was fighting himself not to break the character he was trying to play. 

„I never asked for it.”

His jaw clenched and I felt a sting in my chest at his words. No matter how grateful he was for me being there, he would never admit it, he would never say how much he needed and appreciated all I ever did for him. 

„Do you want me to leave?” 

I decided to make it easier for him, knowing he would struggle with saying it out loud. He never wanted me to leave his side, but he thought it was the right thing, and I couldn’t fight it anymore.

„I don’t want you to play a babysitter anymore, seeing one shrink at a time is enough.” 

He huffed and rolled his eyes, almost making me believe his words and for the first time I felt some kind of doubt. My safe place by his side was slowly fading away as he kept looking at me with something what felt like blame in his eyes. I shrinked into my seat trying to find any words, but every time I opened my mouth the room was filled with nothing but silence. 

„Do you want me to leave?” 

I repeated myself quietly, not able to find any other words suitable for what I was feeling at the moment.

„Are you even fucking listening?”

He wasn’t angry, but frustrated. I didn’t flinch at his voice, but I could feel the tears filling up my eyes slowly. I got up and picked my keys up from the table. After a few short breaths I found the courage to face him again.

„That’s what I do all the time, James. I listen. I wish you could do that for once.”

With my last word I turned away and walked to the door. He never tried to stop me, he didn’t say anything before I left. I held my tears back for as long as I could, letting go at the moment I sat in my car. I doubted all I did for him at the moment, knowing that one of us wasn’t ready for what we were doing, but I couldn’t realize who was the problem.

-----

„It’s been a week since you stopped attending the meetings. If Tony was mad earlier, you don’t want to know what Steve said today.”

Nat entered my room without knocking as always. She brought me a piece of Wanda’s cake, but I pushed the plate away, still refusing to eat whenever I wasn’t starving.

„I really just don’t want to see him, I’m not ready for that.”

She sat on the bed next to me, looking at me closely and sinking every word I said. It was the first time I said anything about what happened that day and she was willing to listen carefully to every word I say, analyzing every sigh and deep breath between them. I felt bad about treating her this way, she deserved to know everything, but I was scared of what I was going to say, I tried not to think about it, knowing my pain is now fully replaced with anger and frustration.

„I did everything I could, all this months I tried to help him and he acts like a fucking brat, trying to push me away. I’m so done with him, I’m not going back and begging him to let me do that all again. If he’s so devoted to Steve let’s just stick with that and let him live his pathetic little life without my interruptions.” 

I said it all in one breath trying not to sound paranoid, but Nat only nodded slowly and laid on her back, staring at the perfectly white ceiling. 

„I respect your every decision, but he’s only doing that to help you, and you know that. It’s you, who convinced me he means no harm and just can’t deal with his own mind, that’s why he’s trying to push you away. But it’s okay you’re tired with that, you don’t deserve it.”

I rolled on my stomach laying next to her and picked up the plate she put on the bed earlier. I stared at all the layers of my favorite toppings and saw how uneven it was looking, realizing Natasha helped Wanda with cooking this time. I smiled to myself remembering how much she hates doing that. 

"Just wait for him to come back, he'll do it eventually."

„Thanks Nat, I’m glad you’re here.” 

I said before dipping my fork in the cake.

---

Everyone got quiet when I entered the shared kitchen, it was the first time I was in the same room with Bucky since I left his apartment in tears. But I didn’t mind his presence, I knew he’s not going to bring it up when there were so many people around and I wasn’t planning on giving him a chance to speak to me in private. I walked up to the counter and poured myself a glass of water before heading to the coffee machine. I waited for my drink to brew when I turned away and rested my elbows on the counter behind me, almost tasting the tensed atmosphere I brought into the room. 

„Are you planning on attending any meetings this week or should I just send you a fax with our arrangements?” 

Tony asked calmly. He was mad at me, but acting as a human as possible he wasn’t planning on letting me know.

„Yeah, I’ll be there today.”

I shrugged my shoulders when Steve rolled his eyes, but I wasn’t looking at him. Bucky’s eyes were glued to the countertop in front of him, filled with guilt. He looked pathetic and I blamed myself for enjoying the view. After hearing a quiet beep my eyes left him to pick up the coffee.

„See you at 6.”

I said and started walking away lazily with mug in one hand and a glass of water in another. I was slowly getting used to this, feeling more comfortable leaving my room, not caring about the stares.

„You two should just fuck and let us get back to normal.”

I froze at Tony’s words and turned back to face him unconsciously.

„Come on, we can all see how you’re looking at each other, let’s finally get over this awkward phase.”

„Shut up.” 

Bucky replied him firmly at his next words, but Tony just shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his cereal. I tightened my grip on the glass in my hand and looked him in the eyes, shaking my head slowly. Little did he know, we did that once, a few weeks back and it never helped, it never changed our relationship. I couldn’t find proper words to respond so I just walked away and stopped after passing the first corner, when no one could see me. I let my head fall back and took a few deep breaths, feeling the almost healed wound open up again. I started walking away when I heard footsteps approaching me, but he was faster and caught up with me after only a few seconds. He blocked my way with his body, towering over me before I could reach the elevator and hide in my room. 

„He shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry.” 

Bucky was trying to look me in the eyes but I successfully avoided it.

„Don’t act like you regret anything.”

I huffed and tried to pass him, but it was impossible. He raised his hand to tuck the strand of hair behind my ear but I flinched at his movement. He was visibly hurt by that, but not surprised, taking a step back his gaze never left me. 

„Can we just talk like adult people do?”

„You’re not so good at that.”

I replied coldly, matching his earlier energy, trying to push him away as he did so many times.

„I am, you taught me that.”

„No, that’s a job for a shrink, so I’m not doing that again.”

„I know how you fee-„

„No, you fucking don’t!”

I replied throwing a glass at him, my words louder than necessary. He didn’t flinch, knowing I wasn’t actually aiming at him. The glass flew next to his face and shattered at the wall behind him. 

„Fuck.” 

I mumbled and dropped on my knees to pick up the glass from the floor. He kneeled besides me and pulled me away gently, grabbing the shattered pieces with his metal hand. 

„You’ll hurt yourself.”

He said gently and I almost fell in his arms after these words, knowing how much I miss him and how much I want to be allowed to do that again. 

„Like you care.”

I huffed in response and entered the elevator leaving him alone, kneeling in the puddle wetting his jeans, letting my frustration take over.

-----

I heard a soft knocking on my door. I raised myself on my elbows before realizing Nat and Wanda never knock, no matter what time they decide to come see me, so I rolled over with my back facing the door now. I didn’t want to talk to anybody else at the moment.

„I know you’re not sleeping, I can hear your uneven breath.”

I heard the words clearly, even tho his whisper was muffled by the door separating us. I didn’t respond, knowing he’ll come in eventually. I heard a resigned sigh before the door opened. His quiet footsteps echoing in my head when he circled the room and kneeled besides my bed to face me. 

„I’m sorry for being such a dick.”

He said confidently waiting for my answer, but also knowing I’m not going to speak. He gave me a few seconds to make sure I don’t have anything to say before he spoke up again.

„I know how you feel, I can see how much you have to give up in order to help me. I know how alone you are, even with so many people supporting you. I know you did it all to make me feel better and I appreciate it more than anything, I need your help just as much as you think and more.”

I was a little confused at his words, actually admitting all the things he couldn’t say earlier.

„Then why are you like that?”

I felt the tears filling up my eyes again, but I didn’t care, letting them fall on my cheeks as our murmurs were filling up the quiet room. 

„Because I can’t stand watching you do this. You don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve you, but I can’t function without you. I need you back and I’ll do everything for you to forgive me again.”

His hand slowly landed on my cheek, wiping the tears away as he looked me in the eyes.

„See, that’s the problem. Again. How many times will you push me away before finally opening up and letting me really help you?”

My voice wasn’t shaking as much, feeling his touch calmed me down as always, no matter how I wanted to resist the feeling.

„I won’t do that ever again, I won’t hurt you. I just need you back, as clingy as always, being a pain in my ass every Friday morning, asking about my therapy. Making me watch all the stupid romantic movies, cuddling on the couch when I’m trying to move away. Dragging me back to bed when I lay on the floor and making me talk about my nightmares before we fall asleep again.”

"Who would think that Bucky Barnes could ever kneel before a woman."

"And I'll do it again for you."

I couldn’t help but giggled at his words, knowing how much I miss that feeling too, no matter he was trying to act like he hates it, he loved it more than I did. He smiled softly at my reaction, and I knew it was sincere. He slowly stood up and took the covers off me. Picking me up gently he moved me to make space for himself and laid next to me, resting my head on his chest before pulling the covers over us once more.

„Just come back for the last time and I promise I won’t act like a brat and start treating you as you deserve. I would do anything for you and I can’t run from it anymore. I’m ready to give you everything I can and finally take care of you, like you did this whole time.”

He brushed his fingers through my hair and I nodded slowly, knowing he finally understood that pushing me away is not an option. I took a deep breath smelling his cologne and my eyelids got heavy as my body started to relax. I closed my eyes sinking in the feeling of our bodies being so close again, our legs tangled under the duvet, his heart beating right where my head was resting. 

„Just close your eyes now, and we’ll start everything again tomorrow, okay?”

He asked quietly, his flesh hand not leaving my hair and the metal one still drawing circles on my back.

„Okay.”

I said before falling asleep, knowing I won’t wake up in the middle of the night as I did every single time for the past week. 

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[marvelmymarvel]

Fake Love

Madara Uchiha x Senju!Reader

Synopsis: Wanting to get on Hashirama's nerves, Madara acted like he was infatuated with you. All he wanted to do was just get a rise out of the Senju, but he didn't expect to fall in love.

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Madara smirked at your bashful gaze, eyes full of love as you fiddled with your fingers. You stood by the waterfall you proclaimed was your "meet up" spot, where your father wouldn't find you. 

Part of him felt guilty for making you feel flustered and sneaky. He could tell he excited you based on your fidgeting in his presence. But he found this to be rather enjoyable. He got to see you all flustered while he also got to witness Hashirama slowly lose his patience.

"She's off limits, Madara."

Ya ya. Whatever. Limits were meant to be crossed, to be broken. You were meant for this little game. And he was having a blast.

"You look magnificent tonight. Did you dress up just for me?" His voice was deep and silky, only causing you to fall deeper in love with him. You stammered a reply, claiming that you just wanted to feel pretty today, but he knew that was a lie. He knew you did this for him. Growing tired of your gaze being on the ground, Madara brushed back a piece of your hair before cupping your face. 

You reluctantly looked up at him, eyes wide as your mouth opened in shock. He's flirted with you, but touching was new. Madaras smirk deepened as the heat of your cheeks seeped through his glove. God's, he loved playing with you.

"I- Uh…" you stuttered, mouth slamming shut as he rubbed his gloved thumb along your cheekbone. His eyes were filled with adoration, and you believed it was genuine. That he was genuine. 

That he loved you.

What you didn't know wouldn't hurt you, Madara repeated to himself as he watched you fall more in love with just his touch alone. You stepped closer to him, eyes expectant as you wondered if he would do it. If he was going to kiss you -

"Y/n! Where are you!!"

A gasp flew from your lips as you stepped away from Madara, eyes wide in disbelief as Hashirama's voice floated through the air. "I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow-" Madara didn't let you finish, seeing this as the perfect opportunity for Hashirama to see the exchange. He wrapped an arm around you and dragged you into his chest. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he leaned in, eyes closing before he pressed his lips softly against yours.

Your gasp was muffled against his lips, fear of your brother seeing this filling every nerve of your body. His tongue swiped across your lower lip, practically begging you to give in to him.

Give in to desire. 

Thinking Hashirama was still far away, you kissed back, hands clinging onto his shoulders for support. What felt like an eternity was only a few seconds before he pulled away -

"Y/n…"

Your e/c eyes snapped open before you saw Hashirama standing along the tree line. Your rapidly beating heart seemed to have stopped at the angry look on his face. You just crossed a line.

And it was all Madara's fault.

"I forbid you from talking to him, Y/n. The Uchiha clan is evil-"

"To you, father. But Hashirama formed a treaty with them. We no longer see them as enemies-"

"I will not repeat myself. Stay away from that clan, or you will be banished. Understood?"

You bit your lip at that… Hashirama told your father about the kiss, so now here you are. Once again being lectured to stay away from them. But you couldn't help it. Couldn't help that the oldest caught your eye.

Couldn't help that he made you feel this way.

Regardless, you nodded your head, understanding that you wouldn't be able to be happy with Madara and still be in the Senju clan. That's not how this worked.

It never would work.

Months passed, and you tried to avoid Madara for fear of being lectured again. But he was persistent. You were pulled inside the alley on your way home from the market. "Madara, I can't talk to you-"

"But you want to. I want you to," he whispered playfully as his hand moved from your wrist to your hip, dragging you into his body. You two were deep enough in the alley now that no one would see you. Oddly, he didn't know why he was suddenly trying to hide you away. He figured it was just to keep playing with you without wandering eyes. But the sinking feeling in his stomach told him something else. 

"Madara," your whine of protest went unheard by him as he began peppering kisses along your neck and face. He pulled you closer to him, wanting to feel your emotions physically. Your pulse hammered against his lips, and he bit back a smile at how you reacted to him.

But you were still holding back on him; you were stopping yourself from falling deeper in love with him. He needed that. He craved it. Madara pulled back, dark eyes silently pleading for you to give in to the desire. Give in to him. The tension grew thicker as the two of you stared at each other. You wanted to snap it. Break the tension and just give him what he wants. But your father… Your brother… Your clan. 

Madara cooed as a tear slipped down your cheek, his heart-wrenching slightly as you felt the pain of loving him in full.

"Give in to me, Y/n. All you need is me.

As if on command, you jumped onto him, lips crashing against his as you decided then and there that he was all that mattered. Not your father. Not your brother. Not your clan.

Him.

Madara knew then that this was the point where he should let you be, where he should avoid you to save your heart from destruction.

But something inside of him was changing. Some emotion was swirling in his stomach as you wrapped your arms around him, encasing him in your calming aura. Something was changing in Madara, and because of that. He wasn't going to step away. 

Not yet, at least.

Months passed, and the two of you got closer. The feelings swirling within him that fateful day had blossomed into something much more than he expected. Late-night dinners turned into sleepovers where you would talk about life through the night, the only thing stopping you being the sun peeking through the curtains. He learned so much about you - big and small, from your favorite color to your biggest fear. Every new thing made him fall more and more in love with you.

It was then that he realized, as he watched you take shaky steps towards him with your fingers tightly gripping his journal that he had fallen in love with you.

And he was about to have the worst heartbreak of his entire life.

"You did this. All of this to get a rise out of my brother?"

His heart stopped, eyes widening as he cautiously stepped towards you. "Y/n. Wait," you violently shook your head, urging your tears to stay hidden. You couldn't give him this satisfaction. You couldn't do it.

"Y/n…" 

His hand cupped your cheek, but it didn't stay long as you ripped it off. "Don't touch me," your snarl caught him off guard, but how you looked made him want to die. Your eyes were bloodshot, tears brimming your lash line begging to be shed. Your lip trembled, and your body shook with it. You were heartbroken.

And it was all his fault.

"At first, yes, that is what I was doing but not anymore, Y/n. I love you." 

You sputtered out a mocking laugh at that; loved you? If he loved you, he wouldn't have done such a thing. "He was right about you. They all were." 

That one caught his attention, who was "he" and who were "they." His blood boiled at the thought of someone telling you he was no good for you and not because they were wrong. But because they were right.

"Y/n. Please. Can we talk about this" he sputtered out, desperation taking over his thinking as he again reached for you. But you once again ripped away from him. "Tobirama was right. You were just using me. You never loved me-"

"That's a lie, and you know it-"

"Do I!? I thought I did till I read this" You enunciated the last word by shaking the journal in his face, taunting him with something he couldn't deny. Madara bit his lip as he eyed the journal. He should have burned the stupid thing.

"Give me one more chance. Please, I love you-"

"Stop. Lying."

"It's not a lie!!" 

"I can't even trust you-"

He grabbed you and roughly yanked you towards him, making the journal fly to the floor. Your hands pushed against him, trying your best to get him away from you. "I have late-night conversations with the moon, he tells me about the sun, and I tell him about you," Madara whispered, lips ghosting yours in the hopes of reeling you back into his love. Your heart soared at his words, but reality soon crashed down on you as he kissed you sweetly.

This was all fake, it had to have been. He was lying. This was all a lie. Finally finding the strength, you shoved him off of you. His eyes were wide as he watched you gather up your things and storm towards the door. You paused with your hand on the wood, mind reeling as you urged yourself to tell him goodbye. Why was this so hard? "I love you" His whisper snapped you out of it and made the anger replace the sinking feeling in your stomach.

"I will not love a liar. Goodbye Madara"

Your fingers danced along the edge of the flowers the merchant was selling, lips holding a soft smile as you dreamily took in the vibrant colors. "Can I help you?"

The merchant's voice made you jump, your smile faltering as you grew worried that you had annoyed him. A smile formed on his lips at your flustered face. He had heard about the first Hokage's younger sister and how she was always jumpy. He felt terrible for scaring you, but he had to know if it was true. His smile only made you burn in embarrassment; you should just get a flower and leave. Never return. 

You hated that everyone knew who you were, thanks to your brothers.

"I'd like to buy one… Ummm…." you trailed off as you looked at the options, finger tapping your chin as you thought about the perfect choice. The merchant found you to be adorable, and as his eyes raked over you, he noticed that one of the flowers matched your outfit perfectly. Excitement filled his system as he saw this as his chance to 'make a move.' He always wanted to fuck royalty.

A teasing smirk grew on his lips as he leaned against the counter and into your personal space. Your e/c eyes flicked to his, narrowing slightly as you tried to figure out what he was doing.

Was he… Hitting on you? 

You let out a breathy chuckle before backing up slightly, but you were stopped as he grabbed your arm. "No need to be scared. I know just the perfect flower to compliment your beautiful face" he was smooth, a little too smooth. Something felt off, though. You couldn't deny the sick, twisting feeling in your stomach that he had ulterior motives. Shooting a sheepish smile at him, you pulled your arm from his grasp. "Thank you for the compliment, but I must be going now-"

"Is he bothering you?"

You squeaked at the way Madara appeared out of thin air, arm wrapping around your middle before hauling you back into his chest. The merchant's smirk fell quickly as he moved out of your space. "Madara. No, he's fine."

Your words would have calmed him, but something in them told him you were lying. Was it the tone? The way you shook slightly in his embrace? He didn't know what it was, but instead of calming him, it angered him further. He stepped towards the merchant, but you grabbed him quickly. "Stop. I was, uh, also flirting."

Madara froze, his heart shattering as he processed what you just admitted. It was a lie, and if he had a clear head, he would have known that, but all he heard was truthfulness. The merchant's eyes widened before he smirked. "So you were just playing hard to get? Don't worry. I like girls like that-" the merchant's cocky words got cut off as a scream flew from his lips. Madara had grabbed his collar, practically hauling him over the counter to get closer to him. "You listen here. She's off limits, especially to some peasant like you."

"Same goes for you, Madara." Your tone was bored and unbothered by his actions, but inside, you were mentally begging him to let the poor man go. Madara looked at you over his shoulder, eyes blazing red as he bit back the anger towards you. He could be mad and spiteful to everyone around you, but not at you. Never at you.

"Take that back-"

"No." You stated simply, arms crossing over one another as you tap your foot. "Now let the poor man go so I can get a flower." Madara let out a huff before shoving the man back into the stand. He stumbled, almost knocking over expensive vases that he surely worked hard to buy. 

Madara snatched up a yellow flower before flinging money at the man, "Keep the change" You rolled your eyes at his childish words, but your mood quickly shifted as he turned and grabbed your wrist. "Hey! What do you think you're doing!!" Passerbys watched motionless as you, the Hokage's sister, was dragged through the market by the Uchiha clan leader. They knew about his temper, so no one tried to stop him.

You two reached a section away from the people, leaving you with a furious Uchiha gripping tightly onto a flower. "Honestly, what is wrong with you!? Why can't you see that I don't love-"

"Shut up"

Your mouth dropped in disbelief, and all you saw was red. How dare he talk to you like this. After everything he's done, he had no right to speak to you in such a manner. "I hate you."

The words came out before you could stop them, and you were hoping he didn't hear you. But you knew he did. The flower's stem snapped between his fingers, making you flinch from the action. It was fragile, easy to break. And so were you. If he wanted to, he could kill you. That thought alone had you wishing your brother was here. But you were alone with a very upset and unstable Uchiha.

"God dammit. You made me ruin your flower" His red eyes faded to black, his anger being replaced with sadness. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in the disheveled yellow flower. You didn't think it was for you, but looking down at your yellow sundress made you realize it was indeed for you. "Madara-"

"I love you. Why can't you see the pain I'm in? Why can't you see I love you?!"

His voice cracked, tears brimming his lash line as he once again tried to ignore the immense amount of love he felt for you. This wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was. "Please. Please just give me another chance. I'll show you that I mean it, that I do truly love you" Your pulse began to quicken with worry as he broke down before you; this wasn't like him. This was very out of character. Madara didn't beg; he took what was his. And in a way, seeing him beg made you feel better. You weren't some trophy he wanted to display on a shelf. You weren't something he had to acquire. You were more, much more to him.

But you couldn't trust him fully, not yet, at least. "You get three dates. If after three dates I still don't trust you, you have to leave me alone. If I go with you, Madara, I'll lose my clan." His dark eyes locked with yours before nodding at that. It was something. It wasn't what he wanted, but he would try and show you on those three dates that you were his moon and stars. Without you, he was lost in the dark. He didn't mean to fall in love. 

But he wouldn't change a thing.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Mirror mirror on the wall...

PAIRING | FWB!Loki Laufeyson x FWB!Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | You don't see Loki that often, but when you do, it is always filled with nothing but lust. When he finds out about the latest addition of a life-size mirror in your room at the Compound, he can't help but have some fun with it and make you fall apart around him simultaneously.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Friends with benefits, use of pet name (Gorgeous), smut (mirror sex, masturbation - F receiving, fingering, protected sex, squirting, implied aftercare).

A/N | I want to dedicate this fic to @avengersfantasies, who's a big fan of the God of Mischief, just like myself. (Surprise! 🫣) I hope you will enjoy the route I took with this because it was a lot of fun to write 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Loki Laufeyson Masterlist | Part 2

You started a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Loki a few years ago but didn't see each other often. Between you being gone for extended missions and him constantly being needed on Asgard, there hasn't been much time spent in his arms, fucking each other until you can't think straight.

Today, however, you're lucky to have Loki all for yourself for a couple of hours, and both of you plan to make the most of it, especially when Loki notices the new life-sized mirror in your room.

''Hm, I see you got a new addition to your room; maybe we should put it to good use,'' Loki whispers in your ear as he stands in front of you, letting the silk robe on your shoulders slide down, revealing the emerald green lingerie you wore just for him.

The warmth of his breath ghosting over your ear makes you feel goosebumps, and you let out a small sigh as you feel his hands follow the fabric down your arms.

The silky fabric reaches the floor with a soft thud, and Loki can't help but smile as he sees you wearing his signature color; it compliments your skin beautifully.

''Did you do this just for me, Gorgeous?'' Loki asks between kisses trailing from your neck and shoulders down to your breasts before pushing you back onto the bed until you're seated at the edge.

When you're seated, he takes a step back and waves his hand once, and suddenly, the beautiful lingerie adorning your body has vanished, leaving you bare in front of him.

''I doubt I'll ever get enough of seeing you laid out like this in front of me,'' he whispers before removing his clothing as well, unable to wait any longer.

When you see his thick, long, throbbing cock, your mouth instantly waters, and your cunt starts dripping at the sight. There's never been a moment you've needed him more than you do right now.

''Spread those thighs for me and play with that perfect cunt of yours, Gorgeous; let's take a good look at how well you're spreading those folds for me,'' he says, and his fingers under your chin guide your sight to the mirror in front of you.

You do as he says as your fingers slide through the wetness and gather some of it before you find your clit and start rubbing slowly. Your head falls back against his shoulder from the pleasure, your back arching at the sensations.

''Loki, please, I want your fingers inside of me,'' you beg, your eyes trained on him through the mirror.

''How can I say no to you when you beg so sweetly?'' he says, followed by a deep groan coming from his chest, and his arm snakes around your waist to replace your fingers with his.

''Don't take your eyes off the mirror,'' he orders, and your eyes snap up to meet his again after you were looking at where his fingers made contact with your dripping flesh.

His long, thin fingers slide into your entrance without hesitation, and he sets a slow but steady pace, making it difficult to keep eye contact as you melt into his touch.

The moans leaving your mouth are wanton, and you can barely keep your eyes open, let alone fixed on the sight in front of you.

''L-Loki! 'm cumming!'' you suddenly scream as he lets some warmth spread through his fingers with his magic, and it's like every sense got dialed to 10, and you couldn't hold back any longer.

Because he used his magic, it's like a little switch inside you flipped, and you felt a hot rush of liquid squirting out and over the bed, which made Loki grunt from deep within.

''Look at that! Cumming like the perfect slut for me, Gorgeous, I can't wait to fill you up with my cock and pump you full of every last drop of my seed,'' he whispers in your ear, licking along the shell of your ear before pulling his fingers out, and letting you come down from your high.

''Fuck, missed you so much,'' you pant before shifting a little, and your line of sight immediately drops down to your leaking pussy before Loki feeds you his fingers, allowing you to lick them clean with a moan.

When he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he turns your head so you're facing him, and halfway, his lips meet yours in a tender, loving kiss that has you melting into his touch.

Your right hand finds its place in his long, black hair, and you tug softly, a soft moan leaving his lips as he spreads them to allow your tongue to mingle with his.

As much as you enjoy having sex with Loki, these intimate moments make it special for both of you. There has always been a deeper connection between you two, and even though it may not be romantic, you both know it goes deeper than friendship.

You can't think about this moment for too long, however, because before you can even say something, you're on your hands and knees before him, your chest pressed against the mattress, but your head turned so that you have to look at what he's doing.

He has already wrapped himself up, and before you can even think about what's happening, you feel Loki's hand press against your neck, the blunt head of his cock pushing into you while you moan.

''Fuck, feels so fucking good around me, Gorgeous,'' Loki says, and within no time, he's sliding into the hilt, hitting your sweet spot as he does so, and a whine escapes your lips.

After he lets you adjust to him, he starts setting a relatively rough pace that has you seeing stars and moaning and whining uncontrollably.

''Look at that, Gorgeous; look at how well you're doing for me right now!'' he commands, and your eyes move to the sight in front of you, and the mischievous smile on Loki's face is unmistakable.

Loki's hand shifts from the back of your neck to your throat, and he pulls you to him, his chest firm against your back while his pace doesn't slow down even remotely.

''See, Gorgeous? Look at how well we're made for each other! Taking my cock so well like my perfect little cockslut,'' he groans as he picks up his pace, chasing his high.

''C'mon, touch that perfect little clit of yours, and I'll cum with you; that's what you want, right? Want me to cum in this tight pussy of yours? Want to be filled with me cum until it drips out of you?'' he asks, but you're too far gone to be able to answer him.

Your brows are furrowed, and your jaw is entirely slack, moans and whimpers coming out of you uncontrollably as you find the strength to chase your high.

''C-cumming!'' you pant out, and Loki sets a brutal pace while looking at you in the mirror, keeping eye contact until you clench around him, and he can't hold back either.

With a roar of your name, he shoots all of his seed into the condom, and he lets you fall forward to catch your breath while he falls backward, slipping out of you simultaneously, and you whine at a loss.

Loki quickly discards the condom before switching positions and pulling you close, rubbing his hands softly over your back as he sings softly to you.

You're listening to what he's singing, which always calms you down, lulling you to sleep. He pulls the comforter over both of your bodies, and you snuggle into his arms and against his chest.

After 2-3 hours, you wake up with your back snuggly against his chest, Loki's arms wrapped around you protectively.

''Hi Gorgeous, did you have a good nap?'' he asks, and after a stretch, you nod with a big smile.

''Thank you for coming by,'' you say before kissing his nose and getting up. As much as you'd like to stay longer, you have some meetings to attend, and Loki has some business in Asgard to take care of again.

''Can't wait until next time, Gorgeous,'' he says, and with one last look back and a wave, you're off to your meeting, already thinking about the next time you'll see him again.

''Next time, I'll make you feel good in front of that mirror,'' you whisper to yourself. When you return to your room after your meetings, you see a bouquet of white roses on your bed, another tradition he started long ago.

''Next time, I'm taking you to my palace,'' the note says in his signature green handwriting, and you're looking forward to it already.

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[marvelfanfics1]

I wonder how daddy!Rafe would react after catching sick little!reader, who is supposed to be resting, out of bed and playing with their toys

Rest

Pairing: dark!daddy!rafe x little!reader

warning: age regression, dark themes, drugging

A/n: this one got a bit darker than intended but I couldn't help myself bc I actually think this is how he would handle this situation in his twisted rafe way yk?

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He just wants what's best for you and when the doctor says you need to rest Rafe would most definitely make you rest, if you wanted to or not.

"You stay right here while daddy's makes some calls. I warn you once, just because you're sick doesn't mean I won't punish you if you dare to leave this bed, a'ight?" He looks at you sternly, tucking you in and tries not to smile at your pouty face, your arms crossed and kicking your leg one time.

"I wanna play! The bed is boring." You cough loudly, your throat burning like hell.

"And I want you to get healthy, so you're gonna rest and take your medicine later like a good girl." There was no room for arguing and you huff, turning your back to him and grabbing your tablet.

He just shakes his head, leaning down to kiss your head before leaving the room. Once you hear the door click shut you throw the blanket off your body. You got up from the bed and walked over to the big pile of stuffies, grabbing some of them you carry them to your little table where you have all your tea parties.

Rafe should've known better. He keeps forgetting that littles mostly don't understand common sense and don't see what's good for them and what's not. That's why you don't see why you can't keep doing what you normally do in little space, not understanding that if you don't rest that your body could get even more sick.

Half an hour later, after all calls have been dealt with and made a small request to Rose, Rafe went to check on you only to find you in fact not in your bed. Even though you were facing the door you haven't noticed him yet, still babbling to your lamb.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Rafe asks, standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, the frustration clear on his face.

You freeze, looking at him with wide eyes while he approaches you slowly.

"Didn't I tell you to rest? Care to explain how I find you sitting here and in fact not resting, huh?" He doesn't even give you a chance to speak, standing beside you he places his hand on your forehead and sighs loudly at feeling how your fever got worse. Suddenly you feel incredibly warm and a little dizzy.

"Don' feel good." You mumble, your body leaning against him automatically for comfort.

"Yeah, I figured that. That's what happens when you don't listen to daddy." He clicks his tongue before scooping you up, carrying you over to your bed.

Just as he lowers you down Rose walks in, holding one of your sippy cups and handing it to Rafe, looking a little concerned. "Are you sure you-"

"Thank you, Rose. I'll handle this on my way now." Rafe quickly cuts her off, shooting her a warning glare. You don't know what he means and just wave at Rose sweetly while coughing.

She just nods, giving you a small smile before walking off again, closing the door behind her.

He turns his attention back to you and smiles, holding the sippy out for you to take which you happily did, feeling how warm the cup it is. You sigh when the warm tea goes down your aching throat.

Rafe keeps brushing a hand over your hair, watching you empty the sippy and notices how your eyes already start to get droopy, trying your hardest to keep them open.

"There we go." He cooes, gently grabbing the cup and placing it on your nightstand. "How you feelin' baby?"

"M'sleepy..." You yawn, pawing at your eyes.

"That's normal. That's your body trying to help you with your fever, just close your eyes." He says, covering you with your weighted blanket before kissing your forehead.

When he pulls back again he chuckles at you already sleeping, the drugs having you completely knocked out.

"Now you'll get all the rest you need."

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[joshslater]

Stained

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They say when you are in an accident everything moves in slow motion. That wasn't at all how it felt for me. I was driving down a slight slope toward an intersection out in bumfuckyall, where a truck was waiting at a red light. Why they would put a traffic light out here with nothing but crop fields around is beyond me. Getting some extra revenue from people running the lights perhaps. Not busy enough to warrant the installation though. Maybe to stop traffic when harvesters or whatever pass by, but they would move slowly and be pretty darn visible in this terrain.

The belt tensioner yanked me into the seat at the same time as I heard the crash and I had just time to turn my head back from the fields to see the now milky front window, shattered into thousands of small glass cubes suspended by the plastic film on the back of it, give way to the mass that had been thrown off the flatbed and flung into my windshield. Through the widening gap at the top of the windshield liquid was dumped into the car, all over me, and everything turned into black silence with a strong smell of chemicals.

It all went faster than I could register, and I just sat there still with burning eyes, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I somehow had run into the truck. I heard hurried steps outside and someone first trying to open the door then rapping the side window and shouting "Are you hurt, buddy?"

Was I? My shoulder hurt from the seat belt, and I couldn't see anything, but otherwise I wouldn't feel anything damaged. I fumbled a bit to find how to open the door and once successful responded "I'm OK I think. I can't see though."

"Thank Lord. It's wood stain. Had some buckets in the back. Some paint too. It'll make you dizzy and sick, but I wouldn't worry about going blind. Let me help you out and lay you down. I have plenty of water to rinse you."

Despite squeezing my eyes as shut as I could, reasoning that opening them would probably let more paint in than out, I had no problems finding and removing the seat belt, and stepping out of the car. As soon as I was out of the car he grabbed my arm and led me to a spot in front of both vehicles. My mouth tasted of chemicals and I spat on the ground several times.

"Just lie down here, buddy. Are you sure you aren't hurt?" "A bit sore, but nothing really hurts." "That's a relief. The car is probably a write-off with all the damage outside and in. This is all my fault." Without opening my eyes I let myself be guided to the ground while he talked. I could hear the steps of another person getting closer from beyond my car. "It is?" "Casy, get the big jug!" he told the other person, who answered a curt "Yep" in a young man's voice. "I must have put in reverse while waiting for the light and then... reverse into you," he said, talking to me again. "It's a rental. I'm sure they are used to handling things like this." "Just stay still there buddy, and I'll start pouring."

He began pouring water on my face, occasionally wiping with a rag of some sort. "Open your mouth and take some water. Then swig it around and spit it out." We did that a few times. A few more rinses and I dared to open my eyes. He looked like he sounded like. Trucker cap, beard, grey and blue flannel shirt, blue jeans, and boots. Hovering behind him was a boy in his late teens or early twenties, dressed very similarly in camo cap, blue JROTC hoodie, jeans, and boots. For my part I was wood-stain brown and garden-fence white.

"I'm Cliff, this is Casy," Cliff said and gave me his hand to help me up. As I stood up and looked past his pick up I could see my car. It looked worse than I would have expected. While the collision didn't feel that bad, the crumple zones certainly felt it. A few buckets of paint had landed next to it, but clearly the inside was ruined by the ones that had passed through the glass. I had no hope that my travel bag with what little extra clothes I had brought with me had survived either, as I think I had tossed it on the passenger seat. 

"I'm Bradly" "Casy, give Bradly your pop. He can't taste nothing but paint." Casy did a nod and another dull "yep", but jumped into the truck with ease and was quickly out again with a can of Monster. Ignoring that it was opened and with a third gone, I took an eager sip, swirled it in my mouth, and swallowed. When I had emptied the can the taste of oil and paint was almost gone.

"I reckon we need to hose you down before we can do anything else. Casy can stay here while we bring you to the house to clean you up. Then we can figure out how to take care of the car. How's that sound, buddy?"

"Sounds reasonable to me." "I'm sorry, but do you mind getting on the flatbed." He motioned all over my paint-drenched body. "No. Is it far?" "It's a quick drive."

When you are lying on your back on a tarp next to reclaimed wood, slowly drying into the color of an antique table, seeing nothing but the afternoon sky, nothing is a quick drive. I didn't dare move, not so much because I was lying unprotected in the back of a truck that was driving far too fast for my comfort, but because I was soaked in oil and paint and water, and didn't want to mess anything else up. The wind running over my body was chilling, despite the balmy weather. My shoulder and chest hurt from where the belt tightener pulled me back into the seat. Despite the wind there was a strong smell of paint. I felt lightheaded. My mind began to wander. I should probably call the motel that I would be late, or not arriving at all. I was thinking about how I decided to not have a coffee at the diner to get back on the road quicker. I should have bought one. The apple pie slices looked delicious. Eventually however I would see treetops creeping into view and soon after we came to a stop on gravel.

"Where is he?" a woman asked nearby. "Back there," Cliff answered and opened the tailgate. He extended a hand to help me down. "Hey buddy, this is Sarah!" "Hi," Sarah said smiling. "Bradly"

Instead of walking towards the house she motioned toward one of the barns. "Hose is over there. Then you can take a proper shower after." On Sarah's urging I took off everything but my briefs. She suggested I take them off as well, but didn't press the issue. The water was pretty high-pressure and ice cold. Cold water worked better than hot water Sarah claimed, not that hot water was an option outside the house.

Once I was hosed enough that the water didn't run brown anymore, and I felt I was near risking hypothermia, I wrapped myself in an old discolored beach blanket Sarah handed me and we walked back to the house. I shivered and my lightheadedness had turned into a dull, thumping headache. Cliff and the truck were gone. Sarah grabbed one of the white plastic chairs, placed it near the front door, and told me to sit down. "The white paint doesn't stick too bad to the skin, but we're never going to be able to clean this out," she said and touched my hair. I hadn't felt a feeling like that since I used way too much hair gel for Halloween many years ago. It was like my hair and the paint had formed a helmet. She quickly returned from the house with a trimmer on an extension cord. "Sides are not too bad. I can make a flat top," she said and buzzed away, clearly used to taking care of Cliff and Casy. I cringed when I heard it, and was about to stop her, but changed my mind. Better to let her keep as much hair as possible and decide on the real emergency haircut later.

She then led me through the house and what must have been Casy's room, with a home gym and a gaming setup, to his bathroom. Everything was big and roomy, but I guess it is inexpensive to build large when you have lots of land, time, and resources. "Take as much time as you need and use any of the soaps you want. I'll put some clothes on the bed for you. Just throw your briefs in the bathroom bin," Sarah said and left.

I looked in the bathroom mirror, the first time I saw myself after the accident. I looked terrible. The haircut was ugly, of course, but the uneven stain stains all over my body made me look tan and dirty. Like I had spent all day riding a dirt bike in mud, not the last ten minutes being blasted by ice water. I looked as beaten and spent as I felt.

By "any of the soaps" she meant the Axe Total Fresh 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that there were four opened bottles of in various places in the bathroom. Somehow Casy managed to both have a messy bathroom without having much in it. The water felt like a blessing on my cold, bruised body. I just stood there for a while, letting the warm water rinse me. Then I lathered myself completely and rinsed off three times in a row. Neither the foam nor the water looked discolored, and when I dried myself with the one towel in the room it didn't become stained. The image in the mirror however looked disappointingly identical to before. The same stained me, but now with a more acute headache. Everything smelled like Axe Total Fresh, and it did my head no favors.

I peeked into Casy's room. No one was there and the door to the rest of the house was shut, so I entered and looked at the clothes laid out for me on the bed. Only one of each, so no options. First black compression boxers with a wide Nike band. Then a pair of green-brown socks that looked like what the army issues. Some lightly distressed blue jeans with a black leather belt. A military green Under Armour T-shirt in a glossy material with "patriotic" print with stars and almost-US flags on it. A hunting camo baseball cap. Finally a pair of well-worn leather boots. I put it all on, including the hat to cover the ugly hair and the boots because I wasn't sure what the indoor etiquette here was. Everything fit surprisingly well, though I guess she could have looked at the size of my ruined clothes.

I opened the door and stepped out of the room, trying to find Sarah, or anyone really. How long had I been in the shower? Probably an hour, if not longer. "Hello?" "We're over here," I heard Sarah shout from across the house. I walked in the direction of her voice and was soon joined by Cliff who emerged from another room. "How are you feeling, buddy?" he asked in a concerned fatherly manner. "I think I'm about to have an episode of migraine." "That something you've had before." "Never."

"Take your seats. You over here Brad," Sarah said as we turned the corner into a large kitchen with a table laid for four. "Bud... eh, Bradly." I tried to correct her, but she had turned to the big cast iron pot on the stove. Casy already sat by the table with a phone in his hand, but his eyes were firmly on me. His face didn't reveal any expressions.

Sarah placed the heavy pot on the table and with a big ladle filled my plate with a dark stew. "Here you go, Bud," she said. As the smell of beef stock, fresh herbs, carrots, onions, and slow cooked, rich meat reached my nose I immediately recognized the telltales. Weakening of the jaw. The increase in saliva. I almost threw myself out of the chair, rushed over to the sink, and managed just in time to throw up into the sink. I realized I was sweating. Then another heave of vomit. "Oh, poor buddy," Sarah said and patted my back.  "Here, drink this," she said and filled a glass of water from a pitcher. My body heaved a third time, but nothing came out. "Thanks," I replied and took the glass with some apprehension, waiting to see if my body would do something else. Once it appeared safe I took the glass and started to empty it.

"Casy, make one of them shakes for him. He needs to get something in his belly." Almost reluctantly, like I had ruined his meal, Casy got up and moved towards a cupboard. "I just need to rest I think," I said, my head now mercilessly pounding in pain. "Out of the question. You need something to fortify you."

Casy quickly scooped powder from a large plastic container into a workout shaker bottle thing, poured in some water, gave it a quick shake, and handed it to me. I had barely put it to my mouth when Cliff said "He can barely stand. Take him to your room for a nap." "Come then," Casy said and led the way out of the kitchen, with me following sipping the chalky mixture. "You know the way though," he said once out of earshot from the kitchen. Back inside his room he motioned at the bed and said "This is a bed," deadpan to me. I wanted to say it wasn't my fault his day was ruined. In fact, mine had gone way worse than his, but my head hurt too much for me to care. "Thanks." I put my back on the bed and was out in seconds.

The hard plastic of the ear protectors was what made me wake up properly, and it took a moment to realize what it was and get them off. Almost ripped the cap off with them. These were the radio/bluetooth kind that allowed you to listen to music while you worked. Bright, orange colored cups with the rest of it black. I got up from the bed and left them on the sheets. Apparently I was already fully dressed, so I headed to the kitchen. Sarah was there preparing things.

"Mornin' Ma'am." "Good morning, Buddy." I took my seat. Sarah filled a bowl with porridge, drizzled honey over it, set it on the table in front of me together with a spoon. "Better hurry. Cliff is waiting for you." "Yes, Ma'am."

It wasn't until I began eating I realized how hungry I was, so it wasn't a problem to be quick. Not having seconds though felt rough. Just outside the house was Cliff, doing something with a quad to which he had hooked a trailer full of wooden poles. "Mornin', Sir" "Morning Buddy! Get up in the trailer and make sure nothing shakes out while we drive down the fields. "Yes, Sir."

Once we came to a stop after a bumpy ride, Cliff showed me how to operate the earth drill to make holes, then how to insert a pole, and with the sledge hammer drive it down so it fit securely. He then let me do that while he was working on putting up wires for the electric fence. After we had been at it for quite a while Sarah called on the walkie-talkie and said sheriff Miller wanted to talk to us. We unhooked the trailer and drove up to the farm on the quad, me sitting behind Cliff, straddling him.

Outside the main house Sarah and the sheriff waited for us. It was mostly a boring conversation between Cliff and the sheriff that I tuned out of, but then the sheriff turned to me and asked "And who is this?" "It's Buddy, farmhand for the summer," Cliff answered and took a slight step to the side to give room for the sheriff. The sheriff looked me over for a second. "You were here yesterday?" "Yes, Sir." "Did you see anyone come by yesterday afternoon or evening?" "No, Sir." "Anything else out of the ordinary happened yesterday?" "Yes, Sir. I threw up, Sir. Hasn't happened in years, Sir." "Hahaha." He turned to Cliff again. "If anything comes up let me know. It's not the first traveler that's gotten lost around here, but they usually turn up sooner or later." "They have a habit of doing that, causing extra work for the local sheriff while they are wandering about," Cliff answered, smiling back. The sheriff shook his head and opened his car door. "You ain't wrong."

Once the car was well on its way up the dirt road Sarah motioned at cooler that was on the ground. "I was about to come down with lunch to you boys, but perhaps you want to eat it up here." "Yeah, let's take a breather. This was a close call." Cliff opened a small tool bag that was hanging on the quad and pulled out another pair of orange ear protectors, if not the same as earlier. He turned the knob on them and put them on my head. Noise was sloshing around in my ears like waves breaking on a beach. Voices were whispering all around me. It was impossible to focus on a single voice and hear its message. Just a school of slippery tadpoles swimming around and around. Impossible to grab. Somewhere far in the distance I could hear Cliff talking.

"Let's go even harder with the programming. We don't need him cognisant for the rest of the day."

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #06

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

Jungkook's mouth is ajar, a soft puff of breaths leaving his small pouty lips while his eyes are shut. He's topless, naked chest covered by the thin blanket but you still get a little peak of his  defined collarbones and bulged biceps that grips the soft material closer to his body.

Sleeping in the same bed as Jungkook isn't new, although it's been awhile since that happened. It feels fresh, yet still the same. You both stayed on each side of the bed, not touching each other at all.

The memories of Jungkook's lips and touch are still fresh, even when the alcohol finally washed out of your system. You weren't that drunk, but now that you're sober you can tell how bold you've become with him yesterday. Even those memories of yesterday found their way to your dreams, where you could feel him over and over again.

It's not the first time you've had a dream like this one, but this time you're not weirded out by it. He's still the same person, your best friend, but you got to see him in another light yesterday. But does Jungkook feel the same?

Won't he find it weird waking up next to you, knowing you humped each other like horny bunnies just yesterday? God, even that term makes you cringe and shiver in embarrassment.

Maybe you should just disappear, tell him that you got something important to do and act like none of this happened. You both agreed to help each other, so it shouldn't be weird. But still, you're worried what will happen once Jungkook wakes up. This is different from the other times when you both slept in the same bed, woke up and continued with your daily lives, not finding anything weird. You might haven't had sex, but you still made cum each other – that's a valid point. Different scenarios fly through your mind, each second that Jungkook might wake up, makes you feel sick even more. So, slowly and quietly, you stand up and grab your clothes.

Jungkook's old shirt feels too comfortable on your body, but this is the least concern you should be having. Your dress from the previous night smells awful, your perfume mixed with cigarettes and sweat is not a pleasant smell. But you don't have any other choice. You're not sure if Jungkook still keeps some of your old clothes you forgot somewhere around here, and you don't have time to find out.

There's a little bit of rustling behind you, and you don't have the guts to turn around to check.

"Are you seriously sneaking out?"

Oh, fuck.

His morning voice is raspy and low, thick with tiredness and amusement. When you turn around, you're met by his hooded eyes but awake enough, to have some sort of glint in them. The blanket slides down off his chest, revealing his naked skin when he stretches his arms with a pleasant groan.

"I was just about to dress up myself." you murmur, ignoring the way he raises a brow at you, clearly not believing you a word.

"You don't have to do a walk of shame. I'll drive you home, just give me an hour." he tells you, too busy stretching out to notice your reddened cheeks and awkward cough that escapes your mouth.

Well, the good thing is he doesn't seem to act weird or suspicious. In fact, he seems to be totally fine which leaves you to be the only one who's freaking out. "Sure, that sounds great." you tell him, giving him a tight smile that makes him snort.

"You don't have to be weird, y'know," he chuckles, sitting up as he eyes you up and down. "I thought we both agreed on this."

You've always admired how straight forward and open minded he is, acting way more mature about this whole thing than you do right now. But you've never done this and instead of being unsure about where you stand, you were just too scared to face him in fear it'd affect your friendship.

"I'm weird, aren't I?" you chuckle, dropping your clothes back onto his black chair before you sit on the edge of his bed. "I'm sorry, we were just both drunk and I thought it'd be weird once you wake up. I was scared that you're going to regret it or something."

It's nice to get it off your chest, and it feels even nicer to be able to talk about it with him so openly. He understandably nods, shifting towards you so he sits next to you. He drapes his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer as you let out a surprised whimper.

"I don't regret anything," he tells you, poking you into your ribs with his free hand causing you to glare at him. "Do you?"

"No." you answer him, sure of your answer as he nods.

"Cool," he says, standing up as he stretches his arm and legs with the same pleasant groan.

Your eyes automatically drop towards his crotch, soft bulge visible in his boxers that causes you to blush at the memories of you rubbing against him. "Now can you make me your bokkeum-bap?" he asks, stretching his neck this time, luckily not noticing you eyeing him.

In other cases, you'd act annoyed that he wants you to cook early in the morning but you'd still do it. But all you can muster right now, is to ask him the first thing that crosses your mind. "With kimchi?"

He grins, crinkling his nose as he always does, at your lack of objecting. "Yes."

And you quickly scurry out of his bedroom, not letting him catch you staring at him and eating him out alive. Jeon Jungkook in the mornings is dangerous.

The smell of kimchi and eggs is filling Jungkook's whole apartment, while you hum a familiar melody and stir the rice. You're too caught up in your cooking that you don't notice Jungkook approaching you, standing behind you. The smell of fresh aftershave and shower gel gives him away, but before you can turn around, Jungkook's already looking behind your shoulder. He's so damn close, his face just inches away from yours as he loudly sniffs.

"Hmm, smells nice." he hums, lips smacking in delight at the sight of fresh food.

All you can focus on is the way he smells, not the food. The rice starts to hiss, and you quickly put it off the stove, glancing at Jungkook who's standing behind you in his sweatpants. You gulp at the sight, flickering your eyes between his abs and eyes.

"Put some shirt on for fucks sake." you scold him, pulling out two plates from his cupboard as you serve breakfast.

"Am I making you frustrated?"

You don't see him, being turned to him with your back, but you can perfectly hear the teasing behind his voice. You grip the edge of the counter, rolling your eyes as you look at him.

"Jungkook," you groan, causing him to laugh before he disappears and returns with a baggy shirt covering his naked torso. Thank God.

For the rest of the time that you're both eating, Jungkook is mostly the one who talks the most, even with a full mouth and cheeks puffed out with breakfast. You don't have the heart to scold him for doing that, hiding an amused smirk from his cuteness. He fills you up on the most random things which mostly involve his work, and all the stuff that you've missed out. It's another moment that you realize how much you missed him. Simple – eating, sitting and talking with each other like you've always used to.

When you're both done eating, you're about to stand up and wash your empty plate, when Jungkook waves you off and tells you to sit down. He washes dishes with his back turned to you and you take that time to watch the way, his back flexes with each movement. It's no lie that you're attracted to him, you've always admitted that. Maybe not to him, but to yourself for sure. There were times when the confident and cocky guy you knew, suddenly became self-conscious and started to work out even more. It all happened when he met Kiko, certain that he wanted to win her. You knew he'd, it was just a matter of time. It's hard to resist a man like Jungkook, especially when he's polite, charming and knows how to treat everyone.

He's not perfect. Nobody is.

However, even his – what you could describe as negative qualities – are nothing compared to his good ones. He gets jealous, not to the point that he gets angry but he becomes insecure, questioning himself. He's competitive, but it's nothing serious and you often joke about it. But there's no need for him to be competitive, because he wins every time.

"So," he speaks up, cutting off your thoughts. He turns around, wiping his hands with a dishcloth  before he slings it back to its place.

He sits down on his previous spot, eyes boring into yours while he rests his elbows on the table.

"I believe you wanted to talk about some rules."

"Yes," you nod, standing up before you walk up to the small cabinet where he has notepad and pens stored.

You smile when you find them there, feeling some kind of triumph over the fact that you've remembered such a ridiculous and minor thing. He watches you clicking the pen with a curious gaze, snorting when he sees you writing a huge 'rules'.

"Is this necessary?" he asks amused, watching you send him a glare.

"No, but we're going to have a better outlook on the rules if we write them down." you explain, satisfied when he gives you a nod.

"Okay," he drawls, resting his chin on his palm. "Any rules you want?"

"Hmm, no kissing." you answer and before you can continue, Jungkook cuts you off.

"What?!" he almost yells, looking at you as if you've just grown two heads. "How do you expect me not to kiss you? We're supposed to be dating. People will find it weird if we won't kiss in front of them, especially Taehyung and Jimin. They already seem to be suspicious, especially Jimin."

"If you just let me talk," you scold him, raising a brow at him, even though you just want to laugh at his frustrated face. He looks so funny with his chest heaving and widened eyes. "I meant no kissing besides when we're in public or doing... whatever the fuck you wanna call it."

"You mean your part of the deal."

"You could say so," you murmur, not really sure if that's the right way of calling it but you just go along with it. It doesn't matter anyway, you both know what you're talking about. "I think it'd be weird if we kissed whenever."

"I don't have any reason to kiss you," he says, eyes widening once again when he sees you frown. "I mean.. when we're not in public or having sex." he explains himself, his blunt words causing you to look down in mere embarrassment.

"We don't have to have sex, of course. That's not what I meant when I said--"

"Jesus, calm down, Kook. I know what you mean." you interrupt him, chuckling when he sighs in relief.

You talk back and forth, talking about the most basic rules which includes not saying anything to anyone. Nobody has to know the truth because for one month, you're dating each other. Even if it's fake. Next one is to be honest. Whenever one of you feels like it's too much, you talk about it and try to fix it.

The other one causes you to awkwardly cough, when he brings up the sex part. But he has a point. The two of you are going to be exclusive, if you ever decided to have sex. It's just to be safe. Honestly, you can't even imagine having sex with someone else while you're fucking Jungkook.

"Do you have, like, any list of things that you're willing to try out?" he asks, causing you to almost choke on your spit.

He looks so serious, eyes watching you with so much intensity that makes you want to hide from them. But you shouldn't be acting like this. It's stupid to be all shy about it and Jungkook is making sure he won't cross any lines in the future.

"I've never thought about it. I think I just want to find out in a natural and spontaneous way." you shrug, seeing him nod as he takes a mental note of your statement.

"Well, if you ever feel uncomfortable make sure to tell me. I don't want to hurt you in any way. Things in sex can get intense and since you don't know what you're willing to try, there could be a time when you'd want to stop. Just be sure to be vocal with me." he says, gaze filled with worry and certainty.

It makes you wonder what kind of persona he is in bed. What is he capable of? The unknowing of it causes a slight burn between your legs and you've to silently cough, thinking about something else.

"Don't worry. If you ever hurt me, I'll just punch you or something."

"Jeez, thanks," he rolls his eyes. "I think telling me to stop would be just fine."

You hide a grin, licking your lips.

"What else?" you ask, lips purse in thought.

You most likely talked about everything. There's not that much to be said and instead of making rules, you've just talked about how this is going to work.

"Don't try to fall in love with me."

Jungkook's cocky grin causes you to roll your eyes at him. "I'm not that cliche, buddy."

"It's hard not to fall in love with me. I'm charming." he says cockily, and you know he's just lightening up the mood and being his usual self.

"Oh, please," you exclaim dramatically. "I've known your ass for years. I'd fallen in love with you by now but sorry to break it to you, but I'm not interested." you joke, watching him gasp in return.

"A-are you using me?" he places his hand over his chest, mouth agape and you can't help but snicker.

"I just want your cock and you want... you need me." you nod, lips pursed as you make your point.

He licks his bottom lip, biting into it before he chuckles. "That's using."

"No, it's not," you disagree straight away, wanting to use his own words against him. "It's mutual help." you smirk, watching him do the same before you both erupt in laughter.

#networkbangtan #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #jungkook fanfic #personasintro #mutual help

[captain-mj]

Wrote this at a laundromat so I hope you guys like it

Ghost had just moved to Scotland to get away from everything. His family's murders stayed a constant thought in his mind, but more than that, he didn't want anyone still loyal to Roba to find him. After wiping them off the map, he decided to do something he never thought possible.

Chose himself.

So he made his way to Scotland where no one would know Simon Riley and he bought a house and lived next to a small town so he could go over and get whatever supplies he needed before coming to hide again.

That's where he met him.

A local man who apparently was involved in the church and was in general a great person.. Most people referred to him as Soap, which Ghost thought was a very strange name, but he had also heard MacTavish which seemed more realistic.

The man saw Ghost, probably decided he was emotionally vulnerable, and decided to skulk around him. He asked, begged, pleading for Ghost to join his congregation.

Ghost turned him down each time, though he did love to see a pretty man beg. Once, he lifted lifted his mask, let him see the Glasgow smile cut into his cheeks. He hoped that Soap would assume gang member or miscreant and leave him alone, but it seemed to spur him on.

Soap MacTavish, savior of big buff men. Patron saint of being annoying.

Ghost started... watching him. The way he moved. His smile, just a little too wide with teeth a little too sharp.

He was... handsome. Seemingly kind. But Ghost was like a stray. He didn't trust affection and he wanted to keep it that way. No matter how honeyed Soap made his words or how kind the scraps he offered. Something about the man was unsettling.

Soap simply knocked on his door one day at dusk. Ghost only answered when he had his mask on. He had some kind of food in containers. "Hey! Several people I know made me these and gifted them to me, but I don't think I'll be able to eat all they gave me. Thought you might appreciate them. I know I'd be homesick, in such a new area."

Ghost stared at him, hands itching. "How did you know where I lived?"

"i knew the people who lived here before. Laid them to rest myself. Saw their last rites and all that. No other empty house around for miles."

"Other people know...?"

"Doubt it. Most don't think of you too much." Soap sniffed, looking around. "I assumed that's what you'd prefer."

"It is. Thanks."

Soap smiled. "I'll keep it between us." He kept standing there. Just waiting.

"I'm not going to invite you inside."

Immediately, those soft lips turned into a pouty frown. "At least take the desserts. I really do have no use for them."

Ghost didn't want to disappoint him for some reason, so he awkwardly took the food. "Okay. Address between us right?"

"Of course. With God as my witness." Soap grinned and left.

If Ghost would've thought about it, he'd made him promise to never come back as well. But he did not do that.

He went into his kitchen and opened the container.

Cranachan. Ghost had heard of it. The King of Scottish Desserts.

He grabbed a spoon and brought a bite to his mouth slowly. There was a thick cream with oats and raspberries. When he put a bite in his mouth, he could taste the honey and whiskey.

It was so good.

Ghost dug in on his couch. He was pretty sure this was supposed to be something he'd eat off for a few days, but he devoured all of it in one sitting. There was more of the raspberries sauce and Ghost found himself licking it from his fingers. A warmth settled in his chest from it.

Maybe Soap wasn't terrible.

Ghost got ready to start his routine of checking all of the windows and doors, but his couch suddenly felt so comfy. He felt his eyes start to close, the warmth spreading more.

For the first time since being a kid, Ghost slept all the way through the night with no nightmares.

Ghost cleaned up from the night before, feeling comfy. He noticed one of his windows was unlocked and chided himself for being so forgetful. After two sweeps of the house, he was sure no one was in his house and nothing was missing.

The dishes sat on the counter, suddenly suspicious. The idea of there being something in it was preposterous.

Ghost cleaned the dishes. "He's a fucking poster boy for good. You're being paranoid."

As time went on, he noticed things. Always on his porch or right outside. Tapping or animal noises or sometimes visions of someone right outside. The wonderful night of sleep was the last time he slept for a while.

Soap showed up again. A cross necklace Ghost couldn't remember seeing was around his neck. He looked apologetic as he had more of the delicious treat. "Sorry. It's raspberry season so everyone is making it and... well... I don't really have much of a sweet tooth."

Ghost looked at him coldly. "And you're bringing it to me? No orphans to give it to? Children to target?"

It was the first time Soap had looked upset at him. Ghost was a military man. He dealt with that constantly back in his troop. But for some reason, Soap's unhappiness got under his skin.

"No, Ghost. I just... thought you might be feeling lonely. Ya probably think I'm naive. Small town guy, always trying to talk to you..." He looked embarrassed. "Never met someone from Manchester. And before you ask, I figured it out by your accent."

Ghost looked at him for a few minutes before looking away to pretend he wasn't affected by him. "I don't."

"Gotcha... I can just... take the food."

"No. I'll still take that." Ghost quickly grabbed the home made food, noticing Soap's flash of a smile. He bit his lip as he cradled the food. "Look, I'm not a good guy. Definitely not someone you need around you."

Soap looked at him sadly. "Even outside of my faith, I still think all people deserve someone. I just... want to try to make you feel less lonely."

Ghost sighed. "Alright. Come in."

Soap got so excited. He carefully walked inside and glanced around, moving his weight back and forth between each foot.

Ghost sat on the chair he had. "Haven't exactly bought much furniture. But you're allowed to get comfy."

Soap grabbed the couch and smiled brightly. There was something about him. He looked at him and his eyes... had a shimmer to it.

Ghost paused, holding the bowl.

"Are you going to put it away? Or eat it right now?" Soap asked conversationally. He batted his eyelashes.

Ghost gnawed on the inside of his cheek. "Gonna put it away for now."

"I see. Have you been sleeping well? This place seems... so isolated. I don't think I could ever quite get a good sleep."

Ghost couldn't think of a good answer besides the truth. "Sleep has never came easy to me."

Soap frowned, batting his eyelashes at him. "I'm sorry. I hope it gets easier for you." He seemed so genuine. So sweet.

Ghost shrugged. "Thank you..."

They started to slip into rather easy banter, but he found his eyes getting heavier.

Soap got up and picked his way over. For a moment, Ghost was afraid. He almost lashed out, afraid. But he didn't touch him. He leaned in, eyes glowing against the backdrop of everything around them. "Sleep well, Ghost."

Ghost fell asleep on his chair. Soap locked the door on the way out but he didn't lock the windows.

Ghost found Tommy's photo album and went through them. He looked at the various photos of him and his family and he found himself missing them again. They looked so cute. So perfect. He left them on his coffee table, messy and covering every inch.

Joseph looked up at him, bright smiling face.

Simon was holding him. Blond curls that he spent too much time keeping bleached. No scarring.

He felt like he was going crazy as things... moved around his house. Things moved right out of the corner of his eyes. So he started preparing.

Guns were tucked into every hiding place he could. Knives even more so. He started to work out again for the first time in a few weeks. Luckily he hadn't lost too much of his physique.

Ghost eventually found himself eating the cranachan. He slept well. It was unsettling.

Right before dawn, Soap arrived at his house. The clouds were churning together but there was still some sunlight streaming through. "I brought coffee. Are you a coffee person?"

Ghost wasn't usually, but rather than deal with Soap's sad look again, he took the drink. He sipped it and found himself pleasantly surprised at how good it was.

Soap smiled. "Have any plans?"

"Gonna make breakfast... wanna join?" Why did he say that??

Soap smiled and quickly walked in. "I'd love to."

Ghost started to cook. He had been trying to learn more cooking lately so hopefully it wasn't too bad.

Soap looked thankful when he set it down and started to eat. They did so in basically silence. The cross necklace kept catching the light so he kept staring at it. When he lifted his gaze to look at his eyes, they made direct eye contact.

Soap's eyes. They were so dark. Like a shark.

Ghost felt for the gun under his side table. He tried to keep up conversation.

"Don't grab that gun, Simon."

Ghost paused what he was doing, watching the cross necklace sway where it sat. "What?"

Soap sighed. "Don't be like that. The gun your hand is on. Don't grab it." His nails clicked against the table. Too long. Too alarming. "Be a good boy, Simon."

Ghost stared at him, debating what could be done here.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"What are you?"

"Not a danger to you." Soap answers a little pedantically. "I promise." His canines. They were long and curved.

Ghost glanced at the coffee. "You were drugging me."

Soap hummed. "No. More of a... side effect of my presence. You feeling anything right now?"

Ghost could feel something tugging at the edge of his consciousness but nothing too severe. "What do you want?"

Soap swallowed. "I'm hungry. Starving."

"You saw me up here. Being vulnerable. And decided you could fuc-"

"No. Not quite. I... I know you could keep a secret."

Ghost blinked, realizing the situation. "You're... asking."

Soap looked pained. "I am. A... deal. I keep everyone away. Tell them whatever I need so they leave you alone and I get to..." His eyes trailed to Ghost's throat.

"How bad is the feeding?"

"Not bad! I take about as much blood as a blood donation. Easy peasy. I'll even bring you food for recovery just please..."

Ghost undid the top button of his shirt and Soap looked ready to wiggle out of his seat. The poor man was salivating.

Why was he doing this?

it was stupid.

Idiotic.

Self-sacrificing.

The mask hit the table.

"Go for it."

Soap leapt over the table and sat in his lap. Teeth sank into his throat as he held him, holding him tight. They pressed together and Ghost could feel the unsettling chill that came from Soap.

He grabbed the table, almost white knuckling it.

Pain radiated from where he was being stabbed into and he felt himself go lightheaded. Soap's ass was pressed firmly to his lap though and it felt...

pleasurable.

Slowly he sank into it, feeling Soap take his fill.

His pretty boy thanked him, lips bright red from blood. "Thank you. Thank you. You're perfect. My angel from heaven."

Their lips touched and Ghost groaned softly.

Soap panted in his ear. "I'll be good. Promise. Take care of you." His claws sank into Ghost who was wondering how bad the situation he landed himself was.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

[homestylehughes]

do i know you?

coffee girl: part 2

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: y/n's first day on the job, after her encounter big spill with luke hughes. her first day's is going as expected, until she locks eyes with luke, the tension begins to unfold.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: nervous and shy reader and luke. cuteness overload, cussing. fluff? nothing too crazy yet! cliffhanger kinda AGAIN

authors note: OMG HI!! i'm so so sorry it took me forever to get this up. college is actually kicking my ass. (someone help me). ANYWAYS this chapter is more of a filler, more reader focused. we will be getting to the good stuff soon, promise!!! thank you for all of your love and support, so so thankful. like and reblog if you enjoy. as always much love.

happy reading <3

Holy shit I got the job. I got the fucking job. The job that I was late to my interview for, because I ran into cute, sweet, day ruining Luke Hughes, spilling coffee on me and now we’re here.

I'm practically skipping out of the prudential Center, a smile on my face that nothing can take off, even the split coffee on my shirt. 

I start the walk back to my apartment, with a pep in my step. opening my door, my little orange baby Moe greeting me at my feet. 

“Hi, little baby” “mommy got her job” I said to him in a whiney pet voice as I lifted him up into my arms, cradling him into my chest. God, I need more friends, I think to myself.

But none of that matters because I got my dream job, that world is on my side right now. I put Moe back on the ground after our cuddle session, picking up my bag and making my way towards the bathroom. 

I take in my state, Luke's hoodie still covering my body, his scent filling my senses. Letting out a deep sigh, I pulled off the hoodie and put it in my laundry basket. Slowly making my way to my closet, pulling on the first things I find, and plopping myself into my bed. 

My eyes began to slowly close, the events of today filling my mind as I drift off to sleep. 

—

Today is the first day of my job. I'm shitting bricks, I'm not ready for this. You can do this y/n I think to myself, this isn't anything you haven't done before. You are more than qualified for this position. You've worked with athletes before, but these are insanely attractive athletes, but most importantly Luke Hughes is one of them. Fuck…Luke Hughes. 

Im quickly pulled out of my day dream, when the elevator door dings open. Swiftly making my way to my office, my office. 

Walking into the office I call my own, seems unreal, looking around once I set the box of my things on my desk, along with setting my purse in one of the chairs in front of it. Walking around the space taking it all. 

I'm quickly pulled out of my daydream again today when I hear a man's voice behind me. 

“I'm guessing youre y/n y/l/n?” turning around quickly, to meet eyes with the nameless man standing in the doorway.

“Hi yes, I'm y/n, nice to meet you?” I say holding out my hand to the man, whose name I still haven't gotten. “Hi, it's lovely to meet you! I'm Tyler but everyone calls me Ty!” Tyler or I guess ty says, shaking my hand with a smile on his face. 

“I'm guessing you like your place?” Tyler says behind me as we both look around the office, “Yes it's great! I love it already '' I smile back at him.

“Great! Hope you're ready, to meet the team, in about… 5 minutes” he says, as he checks his watch. Oh god, in 5 minutes, i haven't even unpacked yet. Oh gosh what if they all hate me. Oh my god, Luke. Will he remember me??

“I can see everything you're thinking on your face, they're going to love you, the whole team is excited to meet you. It's not everyday we get a female athletic trainer.” Ty says to me pulling me out of my thoughts, calming me down slightly.

“Thank you, i needed that” I sigh out back to him 

“Of course, are you ready?” 

“Yes? I think” Ty chuckles in response, as we make our way out of the office. 

“I'll give you a better in depth tour than the one you've had earlier, later. Sound good?” he says from beside me, nodding my head in agreement. As we make our way through the halls of the center. 

We finally make our way to what I think is the Devils locker room, my heartbeat begins to pick up. 

“The boys finished up practice about 45 minutes ago” Ty says as he's going to open the door, his back now turned to me. “I'm going to go in first to make sure they're all dressed and somewhat put together” he chuckles out to me. 

“Okay, I'll be here,” I say before he enters the locker room. 

It feels like 30 minutes goes by, but it's actually probably only been 2. 

I see Ty head pop out, “y/n, are you ready?” 

“Yes!” NO I  want to say, but I'll keep that to myself. Taking a deep breath, I follow Ty into the locker room. 

Walking in the locker room, I instantly feel 40 pairs of eyes on me. Oh gosh this is scarier than I thought, I say to myself. 

“Gentleman, this y/n, our new athletic trainer!” Ty says gesturing to me, our eyes locking briefly, silently asking me to say something. 

“Hi guys! I'm y/n! I'm really excited to work with guys "I say, as I pause to try and think of something else to say. 

“I'm not going to lie, I'm not sure what else to say… you guys make me nervous.” I laugh nervously. The whole room erupted in chuckles. 

They found that funny? I'll take it. 

“I like her already” I hear a few players chuckle out. My nerves are finally beginning to settle, until I lock eyes with him. Luke. 

It feels like my whole world stops, as his eyes lock with mine, our eyes swimming in each other, his gaze is so strong, it's almost like he’s trying to figure out who I am. 

I'm the first to break contact. Turning around to only get pulled into a conversation with the training staff, as they quickly pulled me out of the locker room, to show me around the rest of the building. 

I can't shake the feeling of Luke's eyes on me, as they show me around. My mind is still foggy from our interaction. 

— 

My “first day” was more of a tour and getting the feel of where everything was. I was even able to get my office together. This is beginning to feel like home I think to myself. Im pulled out my thoughts when I hear a knock on my door.

“Come in!” I shout out, from my desk, my face in the paperwork I'm currently filling out, not bothering to raise my head, thinking it's one of trainers. 

“One second, just trying to do this last bit of paperwork” I say, as my pen is quickly moving across the page. 

“You're okay, take your time” says the voice that I know oh so well, the voice that's been stuck in my head for the last 4 days. 

I slowly bring my head up from my desk, my eyes slowly taking over Luke's figure, taking in his appearance. He's just as beautiful as I member

Quickly snapping out of my trance, clearing my throat “Hi Luke, did you need something?” I ask as politely and professionally as I can. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” Luke quickly says to me.

“Um.” I am trying to figure out a way to continue this conversation.

I feel Luke's eyes run over my face for the second time today. I see his mouth slowly open, as he runs his hand over his face, letting out a sigh. 

“Oh my gosh, you're the girl I spilt her coffee on like a week ago aren't you?” 

“It's actually been four days but, yes that's me.” I say back letting out a breathlily laugh to my desk. 

“Shit, i'm so so sorry” he rambles out quickly. “Its okay, I promise, it was an accident” 

“But I made you cry, oh my gosh. You were on the way to your interview here, weren't you?”

“Yes I was, but it worked out, I still got the job,” I say, gesturing to the room around us. 

“This is so embarrassing, I'm so sorry.” Luke begins to apologize again. 

“Hey hey, i promise it's okay” i say getting up from my desk, walking around to lean up against the front, to stand in front of Luke. 

“We can start off again on a better foot if you'd like?” I say holding out my hand to him, “Hi, I’m y/n” my hand still being held out in front of him, luke's eyes look me up and before he grasps my hand finally shaking it. “Hi, I’m Luke” he says, staring my eyes. 

“It's nice to meet you” I smile out to him, as our hands drop, his touch still lingering. “You're really pretty when you smile” Luke rasps out to me.

My cheeks begin to heat with a blush, lowering my head, now looking at my feet. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“No, you didn't” i say suddenly “it just surprised me, that's all” 

“Good,” he says quietly, our eyes locked in a soft gaze. 

“I-I should probably get going, let you get back to work.” “Yeah of course, thank you for stopping by” I say, for some reason I don't want him to leave. 

“We’re really happy you're here y/n” luke says to me, there's something about the way Luke says my name, that makes my heart stop for a second. 

“I'm really glad, I'm here too.” 

“Have a great day” he says to me as he makes his way to the door. “You too!” I say turning back to behind my desk. 

Luke turned back once more, to take one final glance in my direction, smiling softly at me again, before closing the door behind him.

I released the breath I didn't even know I was holding out, letting my shoulder fall a little bit.

This job is going to much more difficult than i thought, and it's all because, of my stupid coffee and Luke Hughes. 

#nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl fic #new jersey devils #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes

[madyoghurt]

hello! Could you make a hobie brownxfemvirginreader? That it’s her first time and she is kinda scared but hobie tries to calm her? If it’s a okay to you!^^

First ask YIPPIEEE!! and yes i can ♥︎

Heads up! Hobie calls reader Doll, Sweetheart and Baby. Reader calls Hobie 'Bee' once or twice. Use of the pull out method (actual protection is adviced)

You're not sure how you ended up in this.. situation. It was supposed to be a casual sleepover with your boyfriend, yet it feels like anything but casual when hes caressing your face like this, kissing you slowly, his tongue cautious yet seeking entrance.

The tickle of his cool lip ring against your warm skin and his hand sliding down makes you gasp, Hobie takes it as an opportunity to glide his tongue against yours, making you let out the quietest whine. And the warmth pooling between your thighs cant be ignored anymore.. you shuffle uncomfortably, signaling Hobie to check on you.

"Y'alright?" He murmurs against your mouth, his hand ghosting over your torso, right underneath your breast. "Yeah.. yeah, its just.. alot." You admit, sure you've kissed other people before, but it was never really more than that. with Hobie it feels different, hes so gentle, patient, pouring love and care into each movement. He looks you over, reading you like a book, he always does. "You're a virgin?" He asks, the bluntness making you shoot up, searching his features for any disgust or even boredom, but all you find is kindness and genuine curiosity.

"Yes." You nod, looking down to avoid his gaze, but ofcourse you can still fucking feel it, feel him.

"We can stop if you wanna..-" he starts but you shake your head. "No, i want it.. I want you." You admit, fidgeting with a seam on his t-shirt.

"Okay," hobie climbs over, now hovering above you, he saids "we'll take it slow, yeah?" He kisses you, once, twice. "I'll take care of you." He affirms you with his hand back on your cheek, his thumb caressing back and forth. He kisses you again, and you return it with fervour.

Minutes pass like seconds and suddenly you're laying back, with Hobie between your legs, kissing and nipping at the plush of your thighs while rubbing your pussy through your underwear, slow, slow circles around your clit, making you tense every time he rubs it just right.

"'Bee.." you pant, looking down at him with need. He meets your gaze with his own teasing one, not once stopping the movement over your clothed clit, making you struggle to find the words. "Please," you whine. "Quit fucking around." You giggle, making Hobie chuckle.

"Can't help myself, doll.." he shrugs. "You're so" kiss  "kissable." Kiss

You let out a breathy giggle, sinking into the cushions with a faint smile. And thats when Hobie decides hes done "fucking around". He sits up and pulls down your underwear, the cool air hitting your wetness makes you shiver and close your legs. Hobie opens them again. you look down at what he doing, and thats when you see it.. his cock straining against his jeans, rock hard, begging for attention.

He leans back and palms himself, letting out a weak groan as his head falls back. You feel yourself clench at the sight. Hobie begins undoing his belt, making quick work of the button and zipper, he pulls his pants down along with his briefs.

You gasps as his cock springs up and hits his stomach, it swaying slightly as he takes his pants all the way off. He climbs on top of you, grabbing his dick and sliding the dark pink head between your wet folds, he looks up at you. "You're okay with this, yeah?" You nod. "Yeah." He kisses your forehead, slowly pushing inside, filling you up inch by inch.

"Ahh.. fuck." You breathe, the words coming out in a whisper. Hes not even all the way in when his tip nudges your cervix. He pulls out halfway only to thrust back inside, making you both gasp. You hold onto him as he finds a rythmn, grabbing at his back and torso desparately. "Takin' it so well, doll." He purrs. "You feel good?" He asks, caressing your thigh, gently draging his fingers over the marks he left there. "Mhm.. shit!" Your eyes squeeze shut as Hobies thrusts quicken.

He grabs your hands, holding them by either side of your head as he comes closer, your noses touch as you pant against eachothers mouths. He kisses you sloppily, dragging his tongue against yours. You muster up some courage and begin to suck on his slippery muscle, ripping a guttural groan out of him, he squeezes your hands as he slams into your g-spot, making you let go of his tongue with a loud moan. "Shit, baby.. you're doin' so good, so good f'me." He grunts, readjusting himself so he'll hit your g-spot with each thrust. This new angle has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your throats getting dry from all the heavy panting. You let out another broken moan, already feeling yourself getting close. "Hobie!!" You shriek. "I know, sweetheart.. shit- me too.." he grunts, letting go of one of your hands, he leans back and spits, letting his saliva dribble onto your cunt. He starts rubbing circles on your clit, that combined with him slamming into your g-spot over and over again being what eventually tips you over the edge, you begin pulsating around him, grabbing onto his arm for support and squeezing his other hand. "H-Hobie, m'so close! M'so fucking close!" You slur your words, digging your nails into his bicep. "Yeah? Cum on my cock, Baby." Hobie whines as you tighten around him, choking his dick.

Your legs shake as your orgasm takes over full force, you let out wheezy moans and broken whimpers and all you see is white for a solid 15 seconds.

Hobies thrusts lose their rythmn as he comes closer and closer to release, his hips stuttering as he tries VERY hard not to cum, wanting to let you ride out your orgasm before he pulls out. His movement on your clit slows and eventually stops as you start getting overstimulated. He pulls out gently before jacking himself off frantically over your stomach, cumming with a low groan.

He bucks into his hand, thick spurts of white cum hitting your warm skin. His head falls back as he comes down from his high, still panting heavily.

He crouches back down and pets your hair. "Y'alright?" He mumbles before kissing your cheek. "Yeah.. thank you, 'Bee." You hum, a stupid grin on your face as he keeps kissing you all over, whispering praises in your ear.

Being my first writing (this long, anyway) i hope this was alright :')

#hobie brown smut #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk smut #smut #hobie brown across the spiderverse #hobie brown atsv #fanfic

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Cold as ice II

a/n because why not take an opportunity to cry some more. I am so thankful for all the love honestly! You guys are the best!✨🤍

summary: what happens when Ellie stumbles upon a memorial that turns out to have both your and Joel's kids names on it. When the past pain is brought back to the daylight even the coldest of hearts finally break.

This can be read as a standalone but is written as a part two to Cold as ice.

warning: Killing, mentions of multiple death, loosing your kids, supplement use, mention of miscarriage, trauma but I think this is not as bad as the first part lol.

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"How is she?", Tommy approached Joel in a tight corridor that was filled with both sobbing people and soldiers shouting. "The same," Joel ran a hand over his face, "They are moving everyone out of here today. To a different quarantine facility." Those words instantly sparked something in Joel. "What? Shit, she's still pumped up with meds", if the process of going there was as torture as it was getting here, you barely stood a chance.

"Joel", Tommy started, but Joel was all up at his face within a heartbeat, "Tommy, if you'll tell me one more fucking time to leave her by. I will blow out your brain's myself". The tone was anything but pleasant. Joel had been wanting to rip someone to pieces for some time now. He had beaten the stranger to a pulp here after the first day. The man was standing in front of the door that led to your room. Crunched down to look through the little window. Joel didn't ask questions; he just swung a punch. Nor did he remember much besides that when Tommy pulled him away, the man was nothing but a pool of blood.

"You know that's not what…", "She lost two kids…", Joel's words cracked mid-sentence as the thought of his two angels once again swirled in his mind. His biggest and most precious little bugs were taken away like that. "So did you, man", Tommy brought Joel closer to him. Joel's arms moved to grip the material of his brother's jacket. He didn't want to cry, but the sob had come out of nowhere. The past three days have been a nightmare and then some. Now Joel was sure that he was paying for all of his sins. Paying in the most brutal ways.

Dragging you away from the field was the second hardest thing Joel ever had to do. He could only pray that his arms would not let him down as he pressed you closer to his body. Joel wasn't sure what they injected into your neck once you reached an army van and practically ripped out the eyes of the soldier who tried to help you into the vehicle, but you collapsed immediately. Joel barely managed to catch you. He pressed your unconscious body against his. Just like he had for the past hour or so. Praying and hoping that you weren't gone. Joel couldn't lose all three of you. Now you were all he had to fight for. No matter how much pain he was in himself. Joel had to drag you both out of the darkness.

Then he sat in the chair next to your bed. If you could even call it that. When they had ushered everyone underground, Joel had bribed a nurse to give you three a room and make sure that a doctor would come to check you. At that time, the price didn't matter. He needed an answer. Needed to know that you were going to wake up. High dose of sedatives - the doctor had said. "But I doubt it'll keep her out for long. After two kids… My apologies. If I'll find any medication", he had placed a supportive palm on Joel's shoulder. Something that would also end up feeling so foreign soon.

If Joel thought seeing you unconscious was difficult, it didn't compare to the heartbreak he had to endure the moment you opened your eyes. You jolted with a gasp. Eyes jumped across the room as you tried to figure out where you were. "Love…", Joel stood up, slowly approaching you. "Sarah… Malakai," you murmured as you continued to look around. "How about a glass of water, huh?", Joel asked, hoping to sway the topic. But you pushed the blanket off your body. "Sarah and Malakai," you repeated. Joel clenched his jaw. "Sarah and Malakai," "Love, stay in bed," Joel put his hands on your legs, stopping you from pushing them over the edge. "Sarah…Malakai", you said once again, eyes looking up at Joel, "They killed them. I saw… I saw," you breathed out, pressing a finger to your forehead where the bullet had pierced your son's skull. "I know, baby, I know", Joel tried to gently hold onto you, but the moment his palms touched your arms, you let out the loudest scream. Pushing him away as you turned to the other side of the bed. You dragged your feet over the cold concrete. Sinking to the floor without even being able to take a step forward. Joel rounded the bed as he kneeled in front of you.

"They are dead," you cried out, pulling at Joel's shirt, "My babies… I need to go, I need to…", you tried to pull yourself up by using Joel to brace yourself, but that only made you glance down at your hands, which were still slightly stained by the dried blood that had been on them. "Y/N, you need to calm down. Or they will come in here and", but you paid Joel no mind as you pulled your hands up so you could look at them.

"Get it off," you whispered, "Get it off," pushing your arms towards Joel as you screeched. Joel had scrubbed your unconscious body for hours. There was nothing more he could do. "Joel, get it off," you said once more, tears spilling from your eyes, and Joel couldn't bring himself to do anything. "It's everywhere, get it off", you moved your hand to rub at your skin. All you saw was blood. Blood everywhere. Rubbing turned into scratching, and soon your nails were raking over your skin. Joel quickly caught both of your wrists in his hands. Shaking you slightly as if in hopes of making your return to your senses. "Make it stop", you cried out, hallow eyes looking at Joel. "There's nothing on your hands, love", he barely managed to sound somewhat like himself. But you just shook your head at him, "There's blood all over them. Our kids' blood, Joel."

That was a day ago. Now you just lay there. Leafless. No movements. Eyes blinking once in a while. The only indication that you were still alive. Now Joel wished you would scream. The silence was torture. It was too loud. It pulled you so far away from him. Tommy clapped his brother on the back a couple of times before pulling away. "Get her ready. I'll look at how to get the best spot for you and make sure you two stay together," Joel said nothing. He hoped his eyes said enough. "You look after her. We'll get her back up on her feet," Joel could tell that even if Tommy tried to keep it somewhat positive, he didn't fully believe it himself. Didn't believe that there was any coming back from this. Nor did he believe that you would ever be the same. But Joel nodded anyway.

"Hey", Joel ran a hand over your forehead, once he stepped back into the little room, but didn't get a single movement in return. Not that he was expecting it. "We will have to get you dressed, okay? Then we'll need to go somewhere," Joel said, carefully pulling the blanket off your body before reaching for your clothes. Clothes he had washed. Wash off your kids' blood. Blood that seemed never-ending.

You were shivering. It hadn't stopped ever since you were brought in the first QZ. It had died down a bit. But there wasn't a moment when the quivering stopped. Joel pressed a kiss to your forehead as he walked through the corridor. Everyone was on high alert, and the soldiers were tired. Jumpy even. More than one person was killed here simply in the aftermath of unimaginable stress and anxiety. They only let healthy, strong people stay. Anyone with any injury, even the slightest one, was shot. You needed to stand on your own two feet. Walk through the lines of different specialists. Prove yourself worthy of surviving. And even that didn't guarantee you anything. You could have been hit by a bullet at any point.

You, however, were in no condition to stand. There was no way you could walk, much less talk. "Keep your head at the crook of my neck, love", Joel guided your head to rest there, "I will not let go of you even for a second. No one who will approach us will take you away from me," and at this point, Joel wasn't sure if he was still reassuring you or if it had turned to self-reassuring now. With the help of the doctor who assisted you just as you were brought here. They filed the documents of you having a miscarriage. Right here at the QZ. A piece of paper that had the main doctor's signature and forbade you from walking. That had high dosages of medicine marked as a fallacious move by the doctor itself. That you were more than a healthy female before that, and that you would regain that strength once the medication wore off. The only hope Joel had of getting you out of here alive was that piece of paper. And if that didn't work… Well, Joel was ready to kill anyone who stood in his way.

"Joel," Ellie's sad voice pulled the male out of the trance, "Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all of this." Joel rested his palms on his knees, ready to stand up, but Ellie quickly inched forward. It seemed to her that the man in front of her was no longer the same Joel she knew. "How did you… how did you get through that?", she knew the question was stupid. Joel let out a sad chuckle followed by a painful sigh, "You don't even have an idea how much strength you have until you are forced to use it. That's when you truly see your power". Joel had locked his pain away. Behind a plethora of locks, doors, and crevices. So no one could see it. No one could access it. Draped a shield of coldness on top of it. The coldness made Joel seem more like an animal than a human. He had to become a monster in order to protect the only thing that kept his heart beating. Nothing was off-limits when it came to you.

"I felt like I was failing every day. Every day that I saw her lying there," Joel shook his head at the images that haunted him. The feeling of helplessness flowed through him. Joel had found a woman who could pretend to be you for the time being. Who could take your evening shifts. Who kept the target off your back. No one was allowed to lay around in the QZ, there was too much work as it was. "Joel you were far from failing her", Ellie said putting her hand on Joel's palm, "It feels different kiddo when you see someone you love drifting away".

All the worried looks that Joel would give you made sense now. All the times he would walk up to you. Taking a hold of your hand as he looked at you. Moving to kiss your hands at the time, if not that then, Joel would just hold them in his much bigger palms. At the time, Ellie thought that by doing that, Joel was just trying to warm them up during the cold evenings, but now it had a way bigger meaning behind it. That was Joel's silent attempt to make sure that you stayed with him. That you wouldn't drift away. Like a true guard at night, standing his watch. Always ready to fight for you.

"And I felt horrible that I left him all alone", the sound of your voice made the two of them turn toward the door. "I kept on telling myself to get up. You need to do that for Joel, but…", you shrugged your shoulders. Joel reached his arm towards you, and you instantly walked close to him. Settling down on his lap. His arm snaked around your middle as Joel pressed a loving kiss to the top of your head. "I never blamed you for it," Joel whispered, looking straight into your eyes. "I know because you're an angel." You cupped his face gently. Leaning in to press your forehead to his. Brushing your fingers under Joel's eyes as you wiped away the last tears.

This man was everything. If you'd fallen for him and his sense of humor back then. The fact that there was never a dull moment with him that even the most serious moments could be turned into fits of laughter. If you had fallen for how attentive and caring he was toward your kids. The way he always put them first. The way he sat in the bathroom for hours learning how to braid Sarah's hair or how he played astronauts with Momo even after the longest shift. Putting him over his shoulder or back as he ran around the living room making all sorts of noises. Then Joel turned into a rock—a whole mountain that shielded you from the restless sea that threatened to drown you. Never moving. Never scared.

"I don't want you to feel like we've been using you as some sort of… as our kids' replacement. The love I feel towards you…" you started, but Ellie quickly shook her head. "How could I? No, Y/N never," she said quickly, and you reached for her hands. "You are a special girl, Ellie, so special," you said as you brushed your fingers over her cheek, and she leaned into your touch. Trying to savor it for as long as possible. "You both are like my parents and I've never felt that..", Ellie's bottom lip trembled. Joel reached out to her as well.

"And you are our girl," Joel said, his voice shaky, but he knew he had to say it. Had to let her know that his coldness toward her at the start was just his defensive response. His fear of the unknown. The fear of it all ending the same. But Joel knew that once his nightmare shifted and he started to see Ellie dying in Sarah's or Momo's place, he knew that she had sneaked past his guard. Ellie had managed to find that well-hidden spark inside Joel's heart. And there was nothing that could have been done about it.

Ellie wrapped her hands over both of your shoulders, pulling you both into a hug. A light cry slipped from her lips. Your hand instantly moved to rub her back in hopes of soothing her. Joel pressed a tender kiss to the crown of her head before turning his eyes to you. Your teary eyes were already looking back at him. You mouthed a silent "I love you" to him, which Joel returned straight away, followed by a light smile.

Once Ellie pulled away, you both looked at her with fondness. "Thank you for sharing this with me. You didn't have to, but you did," she said, as you rubbed away her tears the same way you had done before. "You are a part of the family now. Family doesn't have secrets," you said softly. "Plus, I think me and Y/N both needed closure", you nodded your head at Joel's words. You had told him multiple times that it was eating you alive that you were keeping this way from Ellie. You could tell that she sensed that something was wrong; she just never asked.

"Do you want to see a picture of them?", you asked, turning to Joel, who you knew had kept a picture of you four. The one he always carried around with him. Tommy had taken it on Momo's second birthday. The summer was in full swing, so you decided to have a barbecue outside. You stood there in a flowy dress, laughing at Sarah, who had a surprised look on her face since Joel had rubbed barbecue sauce on her cheek. Joel's head was thrown back as he laughed. Even Momo, who was nestled in your arms, had somewhat of a grin on his face.

"Sarah would have loved you", Ellie lifted her eyes away from the picture to the sound of Joel's voice. You hummed in agreement, "Momo would have been all over you as well you two cheeky bunch would have gotten into so much trouble". Ellie glanced back down. The image that she saw frozen in front of her seemed almost impossible compared to the two people she had met. But now she knew more than better to not judge the book by its cover. The deepest and most painful scars were always hidden the deepest.

"I would have loved to know them", Ellie said dragging her finger over their faces, "Momo, looks like a minute version of Joel". You let out a little laugh, "That's what I said. Imagine how mad I was after carrying him for nine months and he popped out looking nothing like me". Joel cracked a smile, looking down at the photograph himself. The one he barely pulled out these days.

"If we stay in Jackson, we must build them memorial stones and plant flowers all around them," Ellie said firmly. The tears picked up at the corners of your eyes as you gazed at her. "That's a really beautiful idea, Ellie bear," you said, running your fingers over her hair. Joel nudged Ellie's side playfully, making her let out a chuckle before he brought you closer to him once again. Time healed scars, even if slowly. But you two were here and now you had Ellie by your side. Your hearts, even if covered in scars, still beat for one another. Together, you were capable of anything and everything. Life has already proven that.

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