#so i’m snatching it and bringing it over here real fast

[moonybug444]

cheater

tw: kinda dark, forced oral (male receiving), a lot of crying, lowk very traumatic, fast cat driving?? like but mean, connie threatens to kill you a couple times ———————————————————————- connie catches you cheating and decides to help you learn your lesson.

“no way,” you giggle. “told you i’ve got a boyfriend.”

the handsome man’s eyes are dilated from whatever the hell he took earlier as he stares down at your body caged between his arms.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

he frowns, a look of faux confusion masking his face when he brings his hand above his eyes and slowly looks around. “i dunno pretty, i’m not seeing anybody around? sure he’s here?”

“oh m’sure,” you grin, looking behind him to see an angry connie stomping towards you. “he’s real mean too, you better go on before you get yourself into somethin’—”

“—don’t you worry about that, sweetheart,” he grabs your soft hands and kisses right on your knuckles, you bat your falsies and coo up at him, rubbing your free hand on his chest. this’ll really piss connie off. “i’ll handle him if he comes, now you gonna dance with me or what?”

he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in towards the dance floor. he takes one, two, three steps with you on his side before his body gets folded in half. face swelling and his consciousness getting lost.

connie stands before you, fist stinging and his nostrils flaring. “go get in the car—”

“what the fuck is your deal?!” you’re leaning down and checking up on the handsome man, “he didn’t even do anything—”

“(name),” he grits out, “go get in the fucking car.”

“bite me.”

jean, eren, and armin are seated back on some love cushions in the corner of the club, watching the scene play out. connie shakes his car keys while looking at them, signaling it’s time for him to go.

“s’fuckin annoying,” jean slurs, letting the alcohol do the talking. “i mean we came out here to take his mind off of her hic and she’s here too?…the hell.” armin nods at that.

“he definitely fucking knew! and hic and i-i’ll say it! they need to get the hell away from each other. he's costing our fun!”

eren’s too busy watching your ass bounce in the tinny tiny pink skirt you wear while you try and pull away from connie tugging you towards the exit of the club. “yeah..what a whore.” he licks his lips and gets up to go to the bar going to get his nth drink for the night. he’s got a scary drinking tolerance.

—————————————————————————

you’re scratching & pounding on connie’s arm, trying to wiggle yourself out of the tight hold he has on your arm when you guys get outside.

“who drove you here?” you ignore him.

there’s a beat of silence before he’s grabbing you by the hair and facing you towards him, making tears well up in your eyes, “don’t piss me off (name).”

“oww—nobody connie, i took an uber, let-let go.”

he loosens his grip but doesn’t fully let go. he waits until the few people around are entering the club or going to their cars before turning to you again. daring you to move with his eyes. you don’t. you know how mean he gets when he’s like this. “pull your skirt down. you look like a fucking hooker.”

your reply comes quick and you scratching at his arms, trying to get him to get the hell off your hair. “might as fucking well be. i-i bet that any guy could treat me better as a hooker than you do as your fucking girlfriend!”

“yeah like you have any right to say that after letting some fucking douche bag—”

“—i told him i had a boyfriend..!”

“so that’s why you were rubbing yourself all over him? got it.”

you stomp your feet. “you act like you don’t do the same shit all the time. if not more—”

“i’m not a thirsty ass bitch like you,” he laughs, “never cheated a day in my fucking life, honest to the ones above.”

he’s going to hell. you remember the times he’s messed with more than a few girls. some right in front of your face and you bet some in secret.

he doesn’t care about the toll it takes on your mental health, no. all he’s worried about is fucking more pussy.

you snatch your hand away from him and attempt to walk away before connie’s pulling you back by your arm and giving you one stern look.

he looks you up and down before tightening his jaw and grabbing you harshly by the arm. “you must want guys to look at you like your a walking fucking pussy.”

connie’s sick of you running around in your whore clothes embarrassing him. he’s sick of his friends looking at you like a piece of meat. he’s sick of feeling like he’s constantly fucking sharing you with the whole world. why do you have to walk out the house like you’ve never had any home training? or why do you have to dress like you’re begging someone to bend you over and fuck you. your supposed to be his girlfriend. he’s supposed to see. so why does everyone in the club get to see the same shit that he does?

it’s not like he hasn’t told you before about the shit you wear and how it affects his and your image. you just don’t give a fuck. he sees that. that’s ok though. he’s gonna really seal it in your brain.

his mind is racing all the way till he shoves you in the car, gets in himself, and starts it. he gives you a once over staring at you for a minute before putting his eyes back on the road.

“thought i told you to throw that away?”

he’s referring to the top you’re wearing. you know he is. that’s why you wore it out tonight. the shirt isn’t even that bad. it’s just a cute fitted top with a low cut. he called you a whore when he saw you in it the first time. told you to throw it away.

it’s nothing new.

you don’t answer him, instead you turn your whole body towards the door and cross your arms. hopefully he gets the hint.

he hates when you fucking ignore him. you know he does. that’s why you do it all the time, he knows it. still let’s it get under his skin though.

“are you fucking deaf?” he raises his voice. “i said why didn’t you throw that shit away?” you hear the irritation in his voice.

you don’t really feel how fast the car is going until you look at the speed limit. 75mph and then 80…and then eventually he’s crossing the 90’s.

sitting up in your seat you glance at him then the horizon, feeling the hairs on your body rise.

connie lives kind of far out. to get to his apartment you cross this long, long highway bridge. he knows how much you hate crossing it. it scares you so much that if you feel like he’s going even a little too fast you start to tear up.

“w-what the fuck are you doing?!”

he should feel guilty but he doesn’t. you’ve crossed too many lines tonight. you were bound to get a punishment anyway.

“you must hate me huh? must hate yourself don’t you baby?”

he presses on the gas.

your hand automatically goes to grab his arm, staring down at the empty road ahead.

“connie…can we please just—”

“you want me to drive us off the fucking bridge?want me to drive us into the fucking water (name)?”

you gasp, just him saying that making you shiver.

“what?! no…connie i—”

you’re too scared to even look at the speed he’s going but you can feel that it’s more than 90. is he going in the 100’s now? no he can’t be. he wouldn’t do that with you in the car right? he’s done it before but that was a while ago. he’s changed. he promised he’d never do that again.

“c-connie, stop!” you’re gasping and reaching out to hold him, “‘m’scared connie, m’fucking scared”

he takes his eyes off the road completely just to mess with you a little—still going his full speed—he takes one hand from the wheel and grabs your chin.

“you gonna answer my fucking question?”

you’re hysterical, looking between the road and his face. you’re still shaking and crying when you look him dead in his eyes and scream at him, “m’gonna fucking die—”

“don’t piss me the fuck of (name)!” he shakes you in his hold, only glances at the road, before speeding up impossibly faster. “you want me to fucking kill you? want me to kill the both of us?!”

“n- connie please, please hic i don’t wanna die. i—”

“—didn’t i tell you to throw the fucking shirt away.”

“yes—yes you did m’sorry! i’ll throw it—hic—i’ll throw it away!!”

he lets go of your face and turns back to the road, “do it now.”

without hesitation you claw at the material, taking it off of you—at least you try to—your hands are still shaking and you can barely even lift your arm. you hear the car screech and you scream, trying your best to take it off.

you’re so scared you feel like you’re gonna pass out. trying to lift the shirt above your head and going 100mph is definitely scarier and harder than you’d ever imagine but you get the job done.

still crying, you hold the now cursed shirt in your hand and shrink in on yourself. all you’ve got on is a bra and a mini skirt on this highway bridge. with connie trying to kill you. you scream and cry louder. on the verge of a panic attack. you feel like you’re spinning when you look up at him. too fast. he’s got an oddly satisfied look on his face, and right when his lips quirk up—yours droop down.

”connie—connie, please!”

“take my dick out.”

your eyes widen, your mouth drops open before letting out another sob. you hate how he humiliates you. “wha—what the fuck connie, i—”

he makes a show of pressing on the gas impossibly harder, swirling the car a bit as he does it. “if i gotta say it again i swear i’m gonna fucking slap you (name).”

you’re rushing to unbuckle his belt before you even know it. you think this is the hardest you’ve ever cried in your life. you’re gonna fucking die and the last thing you’ll be doing is grabbing connie springers dick.

once you’ve taken it out connie heaves a sigh. his dick is hard and oozing precum. it bobs up and down from your touch. “suck it.”

“slow the fucking car down!” you’re yelling so loud you feel like your ears are getting blown off. maybe if he sees how hard you’re crying? how upset you are? no he finds you amusing.

“i’ll tell you what.” he looks like he could burst out laughing any minute. “if i feel like you sucking my dick the best in your life, i’ll slow the fucking care down baby.”

your lips getting all wobbly again and your hands are shaking like never before. you can’t fucking do this.

“go.”

you start by giving him a long languid lick all the way from his balls to his tip—just how he likes—before you force the whole thing into your wet mouth. you feel his hips give a surprise buck immediately, before he groans real loud. you raise your head and suck his tip as hard as you can, making sure to swirl your tounge all around.

you let out a loud whine when he pushes your head all the way down. he keeps it there for as long as he likes, sort of rocking your head back and forth.

“oh—yeah, thats it.” you’re so relieved when he pulls over you think you almost scream.

he cums down your throat in thick and welcomed globs before pulling your wrecked face up and kissing you hard. he pulls your face back and stares at you, seemingly trying to read your expression.

“what’d you learn today, baby?”

#crazy connie #connie springer #aot connie #aot smut #connie springer smut #toxic!connie #tw toxic relationship #tw noncon #driving #tw dark content

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Fourteen

( Benny Miller x F!Reader )

UNIFORM / SUSPENSION BONDAGE / ABDUCTION/KIDNAPPING

Summary: Benny visits you at work and offers to by lunch but a change in circumstance leads to something more enticing.

Day Fourteen of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of food, semi public sex, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.2k

It was another average day in the shop. Your assistant manager was a welcomed relief, her relaxed attitude meaning you could add ghosts to the window without interruption, though she did insist you needed help. Reluctantly, you agreed.

“Who is that?”

Your one colleague said it in the sort of tone people give when they see someone attractive walk by, you had the tendency to ignore it. You ignore the rap on the window too.

There wasn’t time for people watching.

“Um, I think he wants your attention.”

You sigh, this happens all the time, the comments about ‘how much are you then’ or ‘good job, when are you coming to do mine’. You turn with a face like thunder until you meet the other beaming back at you.

“Benny?”

“You know him?!”

Scrambling out of the glass box, you smooth out your skirt as he came through the door.

“Hey,” he’s still smiling, going in for a hug.

You gladly accept, “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I realised you left without any lunch.”

There was a reason why you left without lunch this morning and he was standing right in front of you.

After his gym session, he pulled you in the shower with him. He lathered you with kisses and touched every piece of your bare skin, he was so close to fucking you but you both knew you didn’t have time. You managed to make it out of the door, hair dried and fully dressed, just when your ride pulled up. In the car, you decided you’ll just head to a coffee shop and buy something there.

“I was seeing if you were on break soon, if not I could grab you something.”

“She’s on break in a ten minutes,” your assistant manager stepped in. “And I’m making sure she definitely task it been as she forgot two days ago.”

You shrug, “It’s an easy mistake.”

“It’s not,” they both say simultaneously.

Benny knew you worked too hard, all the boys knew, it was nice to see someone in your job keeping an eye on you.

“Been as your boyfriend is here, I’ll let you go early.”

He smirks at you, no one had called him that until now. Sure, he wasn’t technically your boyfriend, in public, he just worked as the decoy for the fact you were actually sleeping with all of them.

“When do you need me back?”

“Five past one.”

“But that’s like an extra twenty minutes, I’ll be gone for almost an hour.”

“Well, bring me a festive coffee and I won’t tell.”

He snatched your wrist and dragged you out of the shop as fast as he could. You didn’t need your bag, he said, he’s buying.

“So, where are you taking me?”

You’d already gone past several food joints, your footsteps flagging behind his, your stomach was beginning to rumble.

“The athlete’s kitchen.”

“That doesn’t sound very appetising.”

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”

That wasn’t the place’s real name, it was just what Benny and all the other fighters called it. Inside had an industrial feel with scaffolding built tables and dark leather chairs, accents decorated in chunky metal piping.

“Benny!”

The man behind the counter rushed over to see him and Benny greeted him as he always does, a firm pat on the back to solidify the gesture.

“Hey Ozzie.”

“I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Sorry, man, been busy.”

“Ditching me for a girl, huh?”

The heat floods your cheeks.

“Something like that,” Benny wraps an arm round your hip and pulls you in. “Right, Bunny?”

Ozzie shrugs, “I get it, man, always nice to see your name on the order list. What can I do for you two? What about Benny’s signature dish?”

You raised your eyebrows to him.

“It’s not mine, it just so happens to be called the Benny Bagel.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll let you try it another time.”

He wasn’t one to tell you what to eat, he wanted you to have something more substantial, knowing full well you wouldn’t have eaten properly. A piece of fruit maybe but that was hardly a meal.

You moan, satisfied your stomach was full. Benny suggested an energy bowl, packed with everything that will keep you going until the end of your shift.

“Better?”

You nod, the feeling of killing everyone in sight lifted.

His hand came to your thigh, rubbing it up and down, it wasn’t the first instance of this behaviour.

Before the food arrived, he settled close to you and coiled an arm around your frame, hand resting on your hip. You felt his thumb draw circles yet he stopped when Ozzie brought over the drinks.

He squeezed your knee.

Your eyes flick around the cafe which was full, the pair of you getting in before the lunchtime rush.

“You’re pretty handsy today,” you remark.

Switching seats, he joins you back on the two seater couch.

“Sorry, I can’t help myself. It’s the uniform.”

“It’s hardly a uniform.”

He hums, pressing his body to yours, his skin boiling to the touch. He brings his mouth to your ear.

“You don’t wear a pencil skirt at home,” his tone is low, husky.

You release a shaky breath.

“I guess I don’t.”

His breath tickles at your cheek, your tongue wiping the moisture into your dry lips.

There were too many eyes in this place. Not many people could see the pair of you tucked in a neat little corner, away from the hustle and bustle. That’s probably why he was so adamant on sitting here.

There were a couple of fleeting glances as he moves his head back.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom,” you place a hand on his chest, slowly creeping it down his stomach. “And when you’ve finished paying, you can meet me in there.”

His body went rigid. He looks at you, brows furrowing, mouth parting a little.

He prays you aren’t playing him.

You give him a coy smile before getting up.

Is that the indicator, should he be moving, is this really fucking happening?

Glancing over your shoulder, you see him still sitting there dumbfounded. You cock your head, gesturing for him to go. Now he’s smiling from ear to ear, jumping off the couch and striding to the counter.

You pick the toilet at the end.

It’s surprisingly roomy and the walls are thick, you can’t tell what’s the other side of the one wall but at least it isn’t customers enjoying their lunch. You play with your hair and inspect your mouth and teeth for any stray food.

The door knocks and you open it a crack before letting him in.

He wraps around your hips, hands grabbing your ass over its material confinement as he pulls you to him.

“How long we got?”

You slip your phone out of your pocket.

“I’d say about ten minutes.”

Ten minutes before people start getting suspicious, Benny could and would last longer. You know he’s been edging, he managed to tuck away his hard on as you left his place, he wouldn’t have fucked his own hand.

He nodded, the flick switching in his head, his energy changed more to how he was in the field or in the ring.

“Hold onto the sink, darlin’.”

“Haven’t heard you call me that in a while.”

You watch his reflection in the mirror as he tears down his shorts and boxer, just enough to allow his swollen cock to swing out.

“Slip of the tongue,” he blushes.

He preferred Bunny, the other guys were catching on to it too.

His attention returns to your ass, stroking your skirt before he stretches for the hem. He bunches the material over your hips to your waist, where it holds by itself.

“Fuuuck,” he growls. “How does it get better underneath?”

You feel his cold fingertips trail over your thigh high socks.

“Benny, concentrate.”

Christ, the Millers and their infatuation with high rising socks of any kind.

Time was of the essence.

He guides your ass back and forces your back to curve down. Hitching your underwear to the side, happy to see his fondling worked, your pussy succulent and ready. He brushes the tip over your folds, smearing your juices with his precum before he thrusts into your opening in one smooth motion.

Your hands slip on the basin, head dropping.

Allowing you a moment to compose, he meets your eyes in the mirror. Strands of his hair dance across his face, the rise of his eyebrows as he checks you’re ready.

It was the calm before the storm.

He comes back and thrusts into you again, the slap of hips meeting ass bouncing of the walls. 

Closing your eyes, your fingers hold tight, knuckles beginning to turn white before he fucks you frantically.

This was exhilarating.

The desperation in his movements as he chases his release, the harshness of his strokes as he takes everything from you, the air in your longs, the sound of your voice. The space was filling with him, his grunts, his musk, his heat. You were never going to cum like this, this wasn’t for you, this was all for him.

It didn’t mean you weren’t huffing sweetly, leaning you body at the right angle for him to keep plowing into you.

The tightness in his abs comes quickly, the weight of his balls heavy.

He brings his eyes up from where his cock disappears into you to see the two of you reflected back at him. He’s a bit of a mess, hair refusing to stay in place, the column of his throat taut, his movements getting sloppy. Yet you, you appeared to be in a state of euphoria, the pink of your tongue poking through your teeth, chest held high showing the faint curve of your breasts.

He’s almost there, his hips stutter, head falling to your shoulder.

“Shit,” he utters.

Your fingers come to his hair, encouraging him to continue, to look up.

In the mirror, your eyes hide behind heavy lids, the light in the bathroom casting the shadows of your eyelashes across your cheeks. You smile, teasing his cheek and jaw until his own returns.

That’s what you like to see.

He goes hard and fast, eyes still focused on yours.

Your chest was flushing under his intense stare, your inner walls pulsing. He clenches his jaw, baring his teeth as his whole body stiffens. His final thrust buries deep, his cock filling you to the hilt.

A straggled moan comes from his chest.

You both freeze as if you suddenly remembered where you were and you pierce your lips.

“D’you think anyone heard us?”

He sniggers, “Maybe.”

You cover your face with your hands before giggling too.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he pats your ass, slipping out seamlessly.

He takes a handful of toilet roll and wipes your folds, pushing his cum back in with your accompanying moan, slipping your knickers back over. Getting some more, he cleans his cock and throws the waste into the toilet before flushing the evidence away. After tucking himself back into his shorts, he straightens out your skirt and takes you back into his arms.

You turn to face him, brushing his hair into place.

He brings his hands up your neck, cupping your jaw to tilt your head up. His expression has restored to it’s usual softness.

“Promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

He runs his thumbs along your cheekbones, waiting for an answer.

“I’m sure you will,” you deliver a quick kiss.

The corners of his mouth curl before he crashes to your lips, his sheer strength snatching your breath. You push against him, tongue begging for entry. He lets you in, his tongue twisting and melding into yours before an electrical chirp interrupts the mood. His teeth in your bottom lip serves as punishment.

“You set an alarm?”

You stuff a hand into your pocket and stop the noise, looking up at him sheepishly.

“We both know we can get a little caught up in the moment.”

He hums, “You’ve never complained.”

His comment makes you blush.

“Come on, Bunny, let’s get you back.”

The two of you make a stop off at one of the more popular coffee places to buy a pumpkin spiced drink for your assistant manager whilst Benny treats you to an extra hot hot chocolate. There’s a bounce in your step, a sway in your hips as you walk a couple of steps in front of him.

When you’re not too far from the shop, he slips his hand casually into yours. You freeze, lifting both your hands to inspected them before looking a him, eyes narrowing.

“Got to keep up appearances,” he quips.

So you walk with him and step through the door hand in hand, the sensation of his hand enveloping yours strange. Your assistant manager happily accepted her drink before telling Benny to stop distracting the workers.

“Want me to pick you up?”

“That’d be great,” you say breathily.

He give you a quick kiss, winking as he dropped your hand.

“See you later.”

He left before you had chance to say goodbye.

“I need to know everything,” your assistant manager had a glint in her eye.

But what was there to tell? You were just keeping up appearances.

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[blackacre13]

please please teacher/student part 17 I BEG SERIOUSLY IT'S BEEN 16 CHAPTERS OF SEXUAL TENSION

Part 33 is here; Here's Part 34!

“…I’m not going to let him drag you down with me. You don’t deserve that. You have so much ahead of you. Too much to do. I can’t get in the way of that.”

“Debbie,” Lou whispered, shooting up suddenly, the fast change in positioning making her head spin, her stomach already curling itself into knots. She didn’t like where this story was going. She didn’t like the idea of Debbie trying to protect her and her future. She didn’t say they would tackle this as a team or not to worry about Claude. She was saying she couldn’t get in the way. Which meant…

“You know that I love you, my sleeper,” Debbie hiccuped, her fingers kneading at her temples as she tried to feel out the words. “And because I love you, I want the best for you. Even if that means that we—“

“Don’t you dare,” Lou whispered harshly, snatching Debbie’s hands from her head as she gripped them fiercely, kissing the backs of her knuckles as tears brimmed in her own eyes. “Don’t you ever.”

There was nothing like the splash of cold, hard reality hitting you straight in the face. Both Lou and Debbie had cried, both red in the face, and now Lou’s head was absolutely pounding as she splashed cool water against it, pressing it into her forehead with a damp washcloth to no avail while Debbie slept. At least Debbie was peacefully sleeping. She was grateful for that. And more than that, she was beyond grateful for Debbie’s apology and promise that she wouldn’t say the words that she had been about to utter. The words Lou had feared most. Even the mere thought of them, without ever having heard them from Debbie’s lips, felt bitter on her own tongue. Like blood and rust and poison.

Claude wasn’t going to ruin something this perfect. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

They had started with the extremes. Debbie stepping down from her position and trying to find a new school. Ridiculous, Lou had shook her head. Debbie loved her job. Loved her students. And one day, Debbie could and should knock Dr. Becker the hell off of his high horse and take over the department as hers. It’s what she deserved. What she craved. And Lou wasn’t going to be the one reason why that dream slipped away from her. She loved Debbie too much for that.

Instead, Lou offered to transfer colleges. Not common at her stage of education now that she was more than halfway through, but Debbie wouldn’t hear it. She praised Lou’s credentials as a student and an artist and a teaching assistant, convinced that even if Debbie never set eyes on her or heard about her work, that another professor would have snatched her up for the same reasons. She wouldn’t let Lou give that away.

So they were stuck, it seemed, which brought on a whole new slew of tears, because if they wanted to remain in their teaching and learning positions respectively, then the universe was telling them that they couldn’t be together romantically. But artists were never really ones to stay within the rules, boundaries, and confines. And Lou had always been a large advocate of coloring outside the lines. That wasn’t about to change.

They would be more discreet, they agreed. Debbie would be more professional with Claude and would make up some cover story about another relationship she could casually bring up around him so he wouldn’t grow suspicious. She advised that Lou might do the same even though the blonde had made a sour face and rolled her eyes at the idea of pretending to be interested in anyone but Debbie. Maybe someone like Tammy would come to her rescue and play along.

They had to be strategic. Smart. A team.

“This is like the world’s saddest con,” Debbie had sighed, cradling her face in her hands.

“Love hurts,” Lou laughed bitterly. “Isn’t that the saying? Beauty is pain and all that. Maybe if it was simple, it would be too easy. Wouldn’t be real.”

“You burn me,” Debbie whispered, a smile playing at her face, her cheeks still stained with tear streaks, but her smile crinkling. She dragged her finger along Lou’s bottom lip as she studied her for a moment, before she looked away. 

The words rang the faintest of bells in her mind, hearing them now, but she was too distracted by the sun dipping lower behind the bedroom curtain’s, Debbie’s dark eyes now amber honey as Lou lifted her chin softly, letting their eyes find each other once more, her hands slowly sliding over Debbie’s shoulders, letting straps flow down skin, Debbie shuddering beneath her. No plan. No speed. Just the desire to feel her. Touch her. Taste her. Savor her. Each and every moment felt even more precious now. She needed to protect them. Protect Debbie.

She hadn’t even noticed Debbie undressing her in return, too focused on the brunette, until she felt Debbie’s nipples graze her own, the tingling pulling a moan from her own throat, her head falling back as Debbie’s thighs slid between hers, pulling her close against her, hips rocking against each other as tears rolled down her face once more, Lou peppering her shoulders and neck with soft kisses. Whispering the things she loved about Debbie. Telling her they were in this together. That she loved her. And Debbie whispered her love back in return and then some, her teeth tugging at Lou’s lip and Lou’s hands gripping Debbie’s tight as they both spilled over the edge together.

Lou had held Debbie tight, the brunette curled up with her back to Lou’s stomach, the scent of her hair right below Lou’s nose as she breathed her in, holding her closer and closer, as if scared that Debbie might drift away if she didn’t keep her in her grasp.

“You are, I think, an evening star,” Debbie mumbled into the dark as Lou let out a soft laugh.

“I love you too?” Lou tried, smiling against Debbie’s hair, feeling Debbie’s breathing slow, knowing her eyes were fluttering closed.

“Of all the stars,” Debbie whispered. “The fairest.”

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​Whumptober 2022 No. 29 - “Better me than you.”

2025

"We told you not to go alone!"

Logan slammed down Kurt's heavily compromised body on the next best stretcher so rudely that it made Scott wince in the sickbay's control corner where he was busy, activating every scanner, every automatic tool, every Shi’ar machine they had in here to at least try and do the job of their actual doctors and healers. As much as Kurt deserved that rough treatment for his damn suicidal stupidity, that must have hurt. "Look at you!" What was left of Kurt's usual dark blue uniform and his beloved trench coat fell victim to impatient claw cuts next, more blood squirting upwards immediately that had drenched Kurt's fur dark already, far more damage even revealed than a first shocking look at their friend when he'd suddenly shown up in the living room a minute ago. "I told you this would happen!"

  "Could be worse. You should see him." Kurt flashed his sharpened teeth at Logan in a gesture almost akin to a smile though he could hardly lie on his back, hardly breathe without writhing and screaming out his pain, clumsy paws trying in vain to still that awful bleeding from where he'd been stabbed right through his stomach. "Dieser verdammte Hurensohn …" One colorful curse after the other in his mother tongue on his lips, some of which Scott knew only too well from his wife, Kurt arched up when Logan came back from a supply cabinet with a whole stack of sterile white cloths and pressed a first one onto that ugly wound on his front, with the necessary but again not exactly gentle force. "Ouch?"

  "Your fault. Ain't no one asked you to take on the bastard alone. You gave me your word, asshole. What's your faith saying about lying to someone's face?" Logan drew back his upper lip in an equally impressive snarl, not letting go even an inch. Wide-open hazel eyes darted Scott's way impatiently for a moment, then closed in an increasingly helpless gesture of fear of a friend when Scott signaled Logan, he was working as fast as he could, and still without a real good idea what he was doing.

  Fuck, that was the last time they could allow all of their healers to leave the house at once without a proper backup plan. Because the original backup plan that had said, one of the doctors could have come back here from their congress meeting in Washington within split seconds, was just about to die right in front of Logan's and Scott's eyes.

  The fuzzy smile slipped down Kurt's lips when the scanner above his bed finally peeped to life and immediately started to sound alerts through the main examination hall, demanding for the manual intervention of at least two surgeons or an external healing factor to be provided, none of which was fucking available right now. His fur drenched by cold sweat and an occasional tear of agony, he reached for Logan's arm, trying to give his friend a comfort he couldn't feel himself right now, before pawing at the other man's shirt in an uncoordinated, searching gesture. "With all the sins in my ledger today, that won't make a difference to Him, believe me. Got something to drink for me?"

  "You're not getting any of my good stuff as long as that comes right out through that hole in your body. I've got enough to deal with Wade wasting Ale on my tab. Stop moving and shut up, Elf." With tight lips, his own hands anything but calm, Logan started to wrap more bandages around the middle of Kurt's squirming shape, with gritted teeth, occasionally wiping a few drops of rust red from his beard. "You gonna clock out now, then you will regret not bringing me along today because I'm gonna follow you all the way down there and drag you back by your ugly tail."

  "Shut up, my tail's awesome! You wish you had one!" Kurt complained with a weak giggle, another pained moan. Somehow, the little shit actually managed to snatch one of Logan's flasks from his shirt pocket while his friend was working, and took a sip from it, leaving red stains all over the narrow silver flask with the prominent Phoenix symbol engraved on it. But then he started to cough suddenly, almost blacking out from the pain this time.

  "You're such an idiot." Logan took that thing away from Kurt before even more could happen and set down on the edge of the stretcher to keep on holding his friend's body down, a lot more cautious now, his expression raw and lost for a moment. "You keep breathing, we're clear? The others are already in the Blackbird. They'll be here in an hour tops."

  Kurt didn't look very convinced, but at least he indeed lay still now.

  Sometimes it was still lost on Scott how these two people who'd hardly exchanged words when Kurt had been part of this team for the first time back then, had become such good friends in the last few years. Then again, Kurt was nothing like what he'd used to be at Alkali Lake, at the Great Inferno, instead often acting now a lot as Logan had before living at Mutant High. Into what Scott's second-in-command had started to morph back into more and more since Jean's return. Which was a sign more than anything else that things around here were finally recovering for good. For that reason alone, Scott couldn't have complained about that unlikely comradeship if he'd tried, as much as those two sometimes tested his patience. And if Kurt would still be able to do so after this day, Scott thought, he could even be persuaded to light a candle or two tonight for his friend's God somewhere up there himself.

  Every closer look he took at the patient's body, sadly, made it clearer how unlikely that was. "Your leg's bleeding too, Kurt." A pair of trauma shears in his hand, Scott approached the stretcher with as much composure as he could come up with. With how much Logan's hands were shaking at this point, Scott didn't want his claws back anywhere near Kurt's fur right now. Judging by those many bare, scorched spots he could see on his friend's arm and chest alone, Kurt had lost enough of it already today. "I need you out of that, too. Don't worry, by the time you're back on your feet, we'll have a new uniform ready for you."

  "Nice of you, Boss Man, but that's not coming from my leg." After forcing down another few sips of Kree Ale down his throat, Kurt managed to raise his voice at least to a whisper again, one still of pain but also of smoldering anger and a little embarrassment when he nodded down to his middle, where more blades of his father or Azazel's minions seemed to have cut an even more sensitive place than his intestines open. "Leave it," he added, gently but firmly pushing Scott's gloved hand away when Scott tried to reach for the zipper and buttons of his pants with some choked, unintelligible noise of compassion. "The artery's intact there. If I'm not bleeding out through that hole in me before Hank or Jean come here, I'm not going to bite it from that either. Papa just wanted to make sure I'm not spawning anything potentially dangerous for him, I guess."

  "Your Dad got issues, you know that?" Scott pulled up a chair to Kurt's other bedside with an aggressive snort, supplies for an IV in his hands that he was pretty he could put on his friend if nothing else, to get everything in him the med computer demanded in terms of drugs and sustenance immediately. After almost two decades of being on the needle for his damn headaches, there were certain things Scott had practice with even without any medical training by now.

  Kurt tried to laugh again but with how badly his body was shaking from blood loss, so much that Scott had to hold his arm down with his elbow while he was looking for a vein under the fur of his elbow feverishly, it came out as a shrill yelp more than anything. And he was still being a damn smartass. "Your dad's a space pirate."

  "Point taken. Fuck, Kurt …" With every second of sitting so close to the patient more, Scott began to understand how serious these injuries were, the bandages already soaked through, making it necessary for Logan to prepare new ones.

  Kurt's forehead was glowing to his cautious touch, the readings from the life signs monitoring alarmingly hectic and far too shallow at the same time. But somehow, this damn idiot still managed to put his hand around Scott's with a soothing shake of his head. "I survived worse on the sea. I'll be alright."

  Scott decided, though he'd never been big on faith, to want to believe that for once, because he was simply not ready to deal with the opposite, the worst case once more. Even if this thing somehow would have a happy ending though, it should never have gotten a chance to happen in the first place. "With how many scars?"

  "Worth them all. As long as I live, he won't be able to come to the surface again. For afterward, I'll think of something." That sounded entirely confident in spite of all exhaustion and sickness. And honestly triumphing. All these last years of training for Kurt had led to this day.

  And yet Scott didn't feel like any of them had been really prepared for it. That wouldn't happen again. "We will." He closed his hand hard enough around Kurt's shoulder to shake him awake when unconsciousness threatened to pull his friend under, and not only because that would have been a really shitty idea for his system right now. "That was the last time you faced the bastard alone, you hear me? Fuck, Kurt, your liver … Your stomach …" One or two German curses came from Scott's own lips when the med scanner spat out a batch of new data, none of them even remotely calming.

  "Better me than you." There was not a single nuance of doubt in his friend's voice.

  Logan bent over him again with a warning growl after renewing that bandage, before Scott even had to. "That’s not how it works around here, thought you'd finally realized that."

  With the first drugs kicking in, Kurt was at least somewhat free of pain for the moment and could talk clearer again, his yellow pupils dilated but heavy only with the gravity of his words. "Not up here it doesn't, no. Up here, you two keep us all safe. You, Scott, because you unlearned how to fear when you were twelve years old, and Logan wasn't born with it in the first place. Brimstone Dimension? You need to be like them to be able to deal. Christianity messed up a few details in the course of the millennia, but there are reasons, a lot of the stories about their hell are not entirely unlike what it looks like down there."

  Scott tried to picture it for a moment for discussion's sake, tried to picture Azazel from the way Kurt had described him, or that place where reality was supposedly made up of nightmares only ... But all he could see in his mind was his wife's tortured, bare shape on the moldy ground of some canalization tunnel, the cobalt blue eyes of his arch enemy fixed on him in bitter triumph before the bastard shoved a blade into his own heart to escape punishment. He saw the body and the eyes of Jean's demon burning before a city went up in flames.  He saw his team lying, dying around him in a place of rock and dust. He saw the sadistic mirth in eyes not entirely unlike Kurt's aimed his way while their owner lowered a scalpel to his body, phantom pain promptly shooting through Scott's left leg intensive enough to draw hiss from his lips. Monsters were a lot less scary when you'd met some in person. "I've seen hell. From up close. More than once."

  "You were never an active part of it," Kurt contradicted again, unfazed. "That is not something you can get out of you once it has taken root. It would destroy you, bit by bit. And then who would lead, who would protect us?"

  "I don’t like this." It was the same thing Scott had told Kurt in the morning before his friend had sneaked out on them, using only that half a minute that his teammates had needed to get ready.

  "I'm not asking you to." That sounded final, and it was. Azazael was and would remain Kurt's problem, no matter what any of them thought about it.

  Scott got up with clenched teeth, never particularly good with a defeat, and hurried back to the computer corner, this time to the com terminal. "I'll see if I can get hold of another of our partners, in case the others aren’t fast enough after all." Before he could do that though, he stumbled over something on knee height being in the way out of nowhere and almost faceplanted into a monitor. "What the …?"

  "You gotta be kidding me." Logan was immediately on his feet and next to him, his claws instinctively extending when he spotted their unexpected visitor.

  But neither of them got close to it before it teleported out of the way, ending up on Kurt's pillow with a childlike bright giggle.

  "What. The fuck. Is that." Logan looked back and forth between Kurt and the creature that had suspiciously much resemblance to him, with the same blue fur and tail.

  It clearly knew him, too, judging by the amicable, worried way it was eying Kurt's trembling shape and pointing on his wounds. It let out a few high-pitched, concerned sounds that might have been some kind of primitive language but sounded more like those bamf-noises Kurt and that creature both made when they teleported.

  "That? Uh …" Kurt held up Logan's flask again with a perfectly innocent smile on his lips. "Ale?"

  Scott didn't feel a lot like joking being faced with some demonic-looking creature, not after that impressive warning he'd just been given. "You said you wanted none of all this here."

  "That’s not one of them. It's one of me. Isn't that obvious?" Kurt tenderly stroked the little one's back with two fingertips and murmured something to it that the others couldn't hear.

  "I … How …" Logan looked like he could definitely use a drink or two himself right now.

  "As you said," Kurt told Scott, "my father has issues. There are a couple more of them. He's gonna bring them if you agree. I swear they're gonna be helpful. Well, or will be, soon. I'll just need a little while to tame them."

  That much was obvious, seeing as that thing was already busy jumping around the room faster than one could watch his path, opening cabinets and boxes until it jumped back to the bed with a full blister of highly effective painkillers. Two of them, he thrust into Kurt's hand, the rest, he popped into his own mouth with a satisfied hum.

  "What is he doing?" Though he'd actually gotten rid of that problem when he'd finally got his damn mutation under control, Scott felt a real bitch of a headache coming. And here things had just calmed down in the mansion finally.

  "They're from something like hell, what do you think?" With even more drugs in his system, Kurt was becoming exceptionally cheerful now. "Sinning, of course. That's enough, junior. Try to find the Blackbird and get the blue fur guy here. Warn him first. And then go get the others. You've been in his company long enough."

  The little guy mock-saluted his big brother and disappeared indeed, not without snatching Logan's flask from the nightstand before.

  Recovering far quicker from the absurd scene, Logan delightfully slapped Scott's shoulder when Scott buried his face in both hands with a groan. "I love them already."

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#no.29 #“Better me than you.” #x men #fic #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #long post #stormys fanfics #nightcrawler #wolverine #THE BAMFS FINALLY ARRIVE THIS IS NOT A DRILL #Scott Summers #Cyclops #whumptober2022 #whumptober 2022

[thebaddestofbatches]

The Bad Batch Preferences pt. 1

Kissing

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Crosshair

Favorite Place: Just behind your ear and along your jaw. He prefers to wrap his arms around you from behind and these places are easier to reach. Plus they’re more sensitive and he likes to watch you squirm.

Makeouts: Definitely. And frequently. Whenever he gets back from a mission, you do something he finds hot, or just because he hasn’t kissed you in awhile.

First Kiss:

It was hot on Techitua. Dusty too. You lowered your shades on your nose, a polarized version of Tech’s goggles as Crosshair opened a case on the ground.

A makeshift shooting range was set up parallel to the Marauder, a metal piece with a target spray painted on it placed at a distance of 25 meters.

Hunter had told you that if you wanted to stay on board, you needed to know how to defend yourself and assigned you to Crosshair, without even asking if you had any prior experience.

“Alright. I don’t expect you to be top notch with this thing.” Crosshair said, his tone borderline patronizing as he removed a small blaster from the case. “Blasters take a lot of practice to use correctly and you’re only a doctor. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t hit anything.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and took the blaster from his hand. Barely looking at the target, you took aim and fired one, two, three, four, five shots.

Crosshair’s slack jaw and a quick glance told you they all hit the bullseye.

“You forget, soldier,” You said smugly. “I’m an army doctor. I can rip you apart and put you back together just as easily.”

Crosshair’s toothpick hit the dirt and then he was on you, smashing his lips to your hungrily.

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Echo

Favorite place: Your hand. He likes to hold your hand and bring it up to his lips for absentminded kisses. When you cup his face, he turns his head and presses kisses to your palm.

Makeouts: Not too often. He’s shy after all his modifications and you definitely have to initiate them, but once he relaxes, then he’s into it.

First Kiss:

“Dang ferreck!” You swore as the control panel of the rescued radio shocked you for the fifth time that night.

You gave it a swift thump on the top in retaliation, gritting your teeth.

You needed this to work. It had to work. It’d been so long since you heard real music.

Another try at the wiring and another spark that singed your fingertips. You let out another string of curses and tossed your screwdriver onto the counter with a clank before thumping your forehead against the table repeatedly.

There was a gentle touch on your back that stopped your assault on your cranium. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You could feel the poke of Echo’s prosthetic through your tunic.

“You alright?” He asked.

“No,” You grumbled into the metal.

Echo sighed quietly and after some shifting behind you, you raised your head to see his human hand disconnect two crossed wires and reconnect them at new points. There was a fizz of static and then a gentle song began to float through the speakers.

You let out a whoop of joy and leaped to your feet, grabbing the clone by his collar to pull him down for a quick kiss.

“Thank you!” You squealed, snatching up your screwdriver again and leaving Echo standing there, stunned and pink.

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Hunter

Favorite place: Your neck. He likes to feel your pulse point and kiss the sunmarks and spots along your skin. It’s also one of the best places for him to get your scent.

Makeouts: Not as often as Crosshair, but frequent. He likes to be affectionate with you and when he gets time or feels stressed, being around you and close to you is his priority.

First Kiss:

You’d been separated from the Batch in a marketplace and were now wandering aimlessly.

As you passed an alleyway you heard a whistle and a man sidled up to you.

“Hey gorgeous,” He said. “Where you going?”

“Away from you,” You muttered, but he heard it anyway and snorted. “Feisty girl.”

A gag rose up in your throat and you increased your pace. Behind you the man called. “Hey I’m talking to you! Though I appreciate the view!”

A hand landed on your butt and you whirled, fist raised to deck the stranger for daring to touch you. Before you could though, someone stepped between you and punched him, hard.

You looked up to see Hunter, a deep scowl on his tattooed face as he glowered at your harasser.

“Don’t touch her,” He growled, drawing up to his full height.

The man spat and launched himself at Hunter, sending them both rolling to the ground.

There was some yelling and sounds of fists hitting bodies before Hunter scrambled to his feet breathing hard as your harasser lay on the ground, groaning.

Hunter turned to you with worried eyes and you punched him in the arm hard and then quickly pecked his lips. “You didn’t have to make a scene.”

“Sorry,” He said, not sounding sorry at all as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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Tech

Favorite place: Your forehead and temples. He can get so busy with this or that and a quick peck to the forehead is his go-to for affection when he’s caught up in something.

Makeouts: Usually whenever he gets an idea he wants to try with you. He learned affection mainly from books so he’s picking up more and more as he goes. Usually you initiate the sessions. However, when he gains confidence later in the relationship, things get more serious as he experiments.

First Kiss:

“Tech?” You called from the porch of your hideout. Hunter had sent you to fetch the male for dinner and so far he was nowhere to be found.

“In here!” The clone called and you followed the sound into the shed to see Tech holding two vials above a pot.

“What’re you doing?” You asked leaning on the doorframe.

“I’m testing a theory. The substance excreted from the fire salamanders’ skin may have some properties that can boost our explosives.” He replied, carefully tipping the vial of white powder in, followed by the orange liquid.

“And you thought it was a good idea to test that in my shed?” You said, quirking a brow.

The technician had the decency to look a little abashed. “Well it isn’t in the house.”

He set the tubes aside and picked up a firestarter, holding it over the pot. “And a spark to trigger the reaction..”

Crack. Fwoomp! Boom!

The small windows shattered and you ducked as a blaze burst up from the pot and then died out just as quickly, sending up a cloud of ash and dust.

When the smoke receded, you heard Tech give a small cough and looked over to see his whole face covered in soot and the front of his normally gelled back hair spiked up.

You burst into giggles, picking up a small cloth from the worktable and approaching the clone to wipe his goggles clean.

He blinked at you from behind the lenses, like he was surprised to see you and you smiled. “That went well.”

Tech gave you a sheepish look. “I’m sorry about the windows. I’ll fix them tomorrow.”

You laughed again, waving him off. “It’s alright. I was prepared for damages when I brought you lot here.”

He gave you a grateful look and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself, darting forward and pecking his lips.

Tech immediately turned scarlet. “What was that for?”

You shrugged. “For being you.”

And then you passed him the cloth with a wink. “Hunter says dinner’s ready. You should probably clean up a bit before you come inside.”

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Wrecker

Favorite place: Your cheeks and nose. He likes to pepper kisses all over your face. He’s so enraptured by you that he wants to keep you close at all times to make sure you’re real. Plus he’s a massive cuddlebug.

Makeouts: On occasion. But this boy is too much of a teddy bear for anything more than gentle loving touches. He’s slow and sweet and so very careful with you.

First Kiss:

The Batch was pinned down in an abandoned bunker as a gang faction gathered outside. Echo was doing his best to reboot the turrets while Tech worked on the doors, but unless it happened fast, you weren’t getting out of this unscathed.

You were peering out one of the broken windows with Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker picking off grunts where you could, but they had greater numbers and illegal firepower.

A shot from a bike mounted turret hit the wall above your lookout and the ceiling caved in, causing Wrecker tackle you, cradling you to him as he rolled away.

“You alright?” He asked, pushing off of you, his voice higher than normal.

“Yeah.” You said and Hunter swore as glass shattered behind you.

“Echo!! What’s the status on those defense systems?!”

“Same as you asked thirty seconds ago!” Echo snapped. “These circuits are rubbish! This place should have been scrapped for parts years ago!”

Parts.

A light bulb went off in your brain and you immediately turned to Wrecker. “Give me a charge!”

“Why?!”

“Trust me!”

He gave you a look you couldn’t read under the helmet, but dropped an explosive in your palm.

Immediately you started dismantling it. “I need a gravmag, some wires, and anything explosive we can spare. Oh and Echo’s arm.”

“What?” Said Echo.

You ignored him and started your hunt for parts as you snatched a screwdriver, a multipurpose laser tool, and pliers from Tech’s backpack, stripped a console, broke Crosshair’s gravmag off of his grappling hook, and took three more charges from Wrecker. You dismantled, screwed, and rewired before beckoning Echo over and having him weld it all together.

“(Y/N),” Wrecker asked as he fired off another shot. “What are you doing?”

You waved him off as you activated your new, shoddy weapon of mass destruction and bolted for the window, lobbing it as hard and far as you could.

“Hit the dirt!” You yelled and there was a large boom and the whole building rattled.

When the dust cleared, you beamed proudly at the clear landscape.

The gang that had been surrounding your hiding place was now lying unconscious having been thrown a good 50 meters in all directions at extreme speeds.

“What-“ Said Crosshair in his rare stunned tone. “What did you do?”

“Simply,” You said. “I reversed the polarity and made it into a big bang.”

Wrecker whooped and tossed his helmet aside, scooping you into a bear hug and peppering kisses all over your face. “THAT’S MY GIRL!”

You turned pink and he drew back from you enough to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which only served to fill your face with crimson.

There was an awkward cough from one of his brothers and Wrecker turned a similar shade of red, setting you back on the ground.

“Er-“ He said, patting your shoulder awkwardly. “Good job.”

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[ateezinmymind]

Let Me See

wooyoung x reader

smut

warning: fem! dom reader, cross dressing (just a skirt), clothed handjob, degrading, foul language, fingering, choking, slapping (like once), mommy kink, slight overstimulation

word count: 1.7k

tag list: @yunhobabygurl @hxneyboy @bobateastay @multidreams-and-desires @fallinforwoo @yungisstar1117

“i don’t know what to do y/n” wooyoung pipes up somewhere behind you typing away on your computer

giving out a small hum, the voice in the back of your head screams don’t make a big deal while you bite back a fast remark to his annoying choice of words- specifically at this time

wooyoung had been ordered out of the room by your demand in meaning for you to get some work done without his blabbering loud mouth talking about every fucking thing he thinks about- with no filter.

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“y’know i really like it when you wear those pants” the voice shreils through your ears while a quick poke comes to your upper thigh, “they make me horny”

swallowing down the swig of water from the glass you held, you couldn’t control your eyebrow to raise in question to wooyoung and his random and sudden confession.

“excuse me?”

setting the glass down on the end table, you cock your head to the side and look at your partners face displayed with a stupid smile and demeaning eyes. but why was it he still made your heart tug

he was a literal baby man

wooyoung always demanded attention, and if he didn’t get it- torture was to be released to your eardrums and sanity. and he- oddly enough by his cool demeanor out in public, was just a small brat who indeed just feigned sex every second of every day

“i just told you,” he pauses, ticking his head forward with sass “i’m horny”

letting out a small laugh, you get up from the couch and look down at his crouched seated position. shorts just a tiny bit small- riding up his legs and squeezing the eye snatching skin of his thighs.

“no” blinking, you walk past him and grab your laptop charging in the next room over. leaving him pouting

making your way back into the room where you had some peace, wooyoung now spread himself along the couch- taking up the whole sitting space.

“for real go cool down woo, i have to do some shit” your voice causes the man to whine out loud and kick his feet up in the air

“you’re such a meanie head” and with no other complaints- besides stomping out of the room making sure to stay as distant from you as possible, wooyoung leaves with his thriving libido

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“i’m not done yet why d-“ you paused mid sentence when you turn your shoulder to see wooyoung in the doorway wearing one of your black miniskirts. your stomach jumped excitedly with something you needed to get, he looked so pretty.

annoyingly pretty

“i’m bored, and i’m hard” wooyoung pouts, grabbing the ends of your skirt- the veins in his hands bulging, “can we please play a little?”

watching wooyoung from afar, he just stands there surprisingly waiting for you to call him forward. your eyes instinctively run down his body and meet his erection- that twitches suddenly, making the skirt bounce a bit.

what a good boy

turning your head back straight, you close your computer and set it aside- silently smiling to yourself.

then with a small sigh, bringing up one leg and facing wooyoung- motioning two fingers forwards, you call him over. “come here”

trying not to drop your eyes down again to watch his cock bob while he walks to your side, you smirk wickedly as he stands in front of you. your face in front of his crotch.

craning your head back, wooyoung meets your dark eyes with a tug at his bottom lip.

“let me see” , bringing your hands up, you grab the bottom of the skirt and lift the clothing, “hold” you order, handing the skirt into wooyoung’s awaiting hands.

his white briefs on display for you- with a small wet patch of his pre-cum, makes a low chuckle rumble in your chest. without thinking, you run a finger from his tip down the underside of his shaft, watching how he lets go of his lip with a light gasp.

“now what caused this to happen?” you tease wooyoung, grabbing the base of his cock- underwear tightening around his leaking tip, a moan finally comes out of him.

“you, i guess” he whispers as his hands drop the skirt, making you let go of twitching dick with feeling of pride

“you guess?” you inquire back, squinting your eyes slightly- licking your lips

“mmhmm”

trailing your hands down to his bare thighs, you gently caress at the skin- kneading it with your thumbs. and with a sudden smack to his inner thigh, you give another order. “take your shirt off”

hurriedly throwing his shirt somewhere behind him, you watch wooyoung’s chest softly panting- your arousal pools between your legs and the thin mesh pants you have on, do no part in containing the spread.

“please” he mewls out so desperately it makes you almost feel guilty

quirking your lips into a smirk, you tug down your skirt from his waist and onto the floor. his cock springing back up with more leakage from his tip, the wet patch getting bigger- making his white briefs a glistening dark grey.

“sit down whore” you spit with hidden excitement. loving the way he brings his hand down to his crotch as he sits himself down next to you. “did i say you could touch yourself?”

leaning forward, you place your hand around wooyoung’s neck- feeling how he gulps before his breath hitches, and you begin to squeeze gently. watching how his eyes roll back.

he lets out a breathy “well you didn’t say not to” and you smash your lips against his parted ones. immediately slipping your tongue into his mouth, gliding over his tongue in a small fight for dominance you know you’ll win. lips moving in sync, the taste of his lips intoxicating especially with the moans you swallow. the brattiness in him already making itself known

pulling away in a hover over wooyoung’s flushed face, you stick your tongue out and lick a strip over his swollen bottom lip then pull off him completely. sitting back and staring at him coldly.

“i didn’t ask for you to be a fucking brat”

resting his head back on the cushions of the couch, wooyoung lets out a little giggle, his closed eyes scrunching in his dimpled cheeky smile. his tiny laughter ticks you off, and you want to wipe that smile right off his gorgeous face

“then do something about it,” he says lifting his head back up, and dropping his smile, “treat me like a whore instead of just calling me one”

growling, you sit forward and give him a mean face- resting one hand on his cheek. “if that’s what you want“

you slap him across the face with just enough force for him to leave a shocked open mouthed expression, decorated with a blush of embarrassment. he can’t even hide how his cock throbs from the impact. now watching you with wide and curious eyes to what you’ll do next, wooyoung notices your thighs clamped together. you were enjoying this as much as he was

“prove to me that you’re worthy to touch, you little bitch” your empty insult fogs wooyoung’s mind, and he quickly slips his hand inside your thin pants- past your panties, that are delightfully drenched. you bite back a moan as he slides past your folds- straight into your slippery entrance, curling two fingers deep inside you.

“mmmh- could be better” you sigh out, clenching around him. wooyoung watches as your hips start grinding down and he presses his palm flat against your clit- the friction from your movements and his hand is purely blissful. and you let a high pitched moan slip.

he can’t help a happy smile knowing he just proved you wrong, flicking his fingers faster in your heat, you roll down harder on him and reach your own hand down to one of his hard nipples. pinching it between your fingers, making wooyoung rut up from the couch and whimper pathetically from the stimulation. his cock rubbing on the wet patch

“m-mommy!”

his call to you makes the pleasure in your gut tighten, your climax nears and it’s the best way for him to prove his worth.

“fuck yes- just like that, such a good whore!” you cry out loud and come around his working fingers. your slick coming through your panties and dripping between your thighs. the sight makes wooyoung stop inside you- sliding out of your cavern and bringing his hand up to his mouth to suck on.

the taste of your release melts away on his lapping tongue, wooyoung becomes too intoxicated to even comprehend what you’re about to do- until you grab his hard and pulsating cock through his underwear. he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a ‘pop’ and arches his back with a needy whine.

“oh so sensitive” you tease, rubbing one palm over his swollen tip while your other hand jerks his warm shaft skillfully. you feel his arousal drip down through his briefs- making the fabric around his full length wet and slippery, and creating more stimulations.

his hips thrust up and he shudders just slightly, as his sounds get louder. the sensitivity in the head of his throbbing cock makes his whole body succumb to the feeling. the pleasure is so intense, wooyoung goes limp and shoots a load of cum- that oozes out from his soaked underwear. and to continue his release, you jerk just the tip of his dick with both hands until he spurts another orgasm through, whites creaming the grey fabric. wooyoung’s choked cries die down, and his fighting thighs stop shaking, his firm grip to the couch cushions releases- and a drop of sweat comes off his chin. running down his neck

“fucking hell” he huffs out tiredly

the sight of him finally put in the place he wanted, you stoop down and kiss his cheek

“thanks for being a good boy wooyoung” feeling him smile you get up off the couch- legs a little wobbly themselves from your high, and you grab his hands

“let’s get cleaned up, i made you a mess”

laughing tiredly, wooyoung gets up with your help- uncomfortably shifting in his soiled underwear

“i am indeed your little bitch boy”

#okay i tried a little something shorter ig???- ummm if you like or don’t like please let me know #oh and ummm reblogging is always a neat thing for me to see hrucuejrieje ok bye- #ateez #ateez smut #wooyoung smut #wooyoung #ateez imagines #ateez wooyoung #ateez fic #ateez wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut #wooyoung imagines #jung wooyoung #ateez drabbles #ateez headcanons #ateez reactions #ateez blurbs #ateez fluff #ateez writing #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic

[justthehiddleswrites]

Eat Your Words | Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Female Reader

A/N:  It is Tom’s birthday!  My third one here celebrating.  And boy did I bring the filth.  Please read the warnings. And huge shoutout to @frostbitten-written​ for giving me the plot idea!  You are a smut sister of the first order!!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Loki x Reader

Summary:  You mercilessly tease your husband about how amazing Loki is and how good he would be in bed.  You never realized that could be a reality.

Warnings: SMUT, sexual acts include: vaginal sex, anal sex, masturbation, anal fingering, double penetration (mouth and vagina, vagina and ass), oral sex (m receiving), a bit of voyeurism, a small bit of m/m kissing, cursing, aftercare, vaginal fingering

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Tom knew about your not-so-secret obsession. You were a horrid liar and more so talking in your sleep.

“What are you reading, darling?” Tom tried peeking over your shoulder, but you slam the laptop shut.

“How about mind your business, Hiddleston?” You scrunched your nose at him.

“So more Loki porn.” he smirked as he walked past.

“The word is smut. And no.” You stared him down and he stared right back at you, leaning over the arm of the sofa. He raised an eyebrow. You squirmed in place. “It was fan art.”

“Cock or no cock?”

You grew hot. “Cock.” you threw a pillow. “Happy?”

Tom caught the pillow in the air and placed it back on the couch.

“No. How many times do I have to tell you to not throw the pillows?” His face broke out into a wide grin before plopping on the couch. “What is your fascination with Loki, darling? You realize I play Loki?” He clutched his chest. “If I wasn’t so self-assured, I might become jealous.”

You set your laptop down and sat up, rubbing his thigh. “Darling, I’m sorry…” Tom turned and smiled at you. “… but there is no way you can compare to Loki.” You burst into giggles and took off running, Tom fast behind you. He crouched down at the entrance to where the stairs are. The only thing between you and freedom was your husband.

“Take it back.” he growled.

“No. You are impressive, Tom. But Loki has the cock of a god.”

“One of these days you are going to have to eat your words.” Tom’s face broke out into a grin.

“Make me, Hiddleston.” you grinned back, bouncing back and forth.

He stood up, smile gone. “You don’t really want that, darling. Don’t tempt me.”

“Oh, what, you have Loki staying in the spare bedroom?” you mocked. “Get real, honey. Loki is a fiction and you are the man who plays him. You are my husband and I love you, but no one could fuck me like a god.”

Tom sighed. “I warned you, darling. If I catch you this time, I will show no mercy.” He chuckled. “And neither will he.” he muttered under his breath.

You barreled towards him before attempting to duck under his arm as you shoved all your body weight against him. Tom rolled his eyes and easily lifted you onto his shoulder.

“Put me down, Tom!” You pounded your fists against his back.

He carried you up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, dropping you onto the bed and walking towards a chair in the corner.

“Why am I here, Tom?” you glanced around.

Tom gestured to the other side of the room. “Ask your boyfriend.” he smirked.

You spun around to see a flash of light dissipate in the air. To find Loki standing there. In full armor.

“Now Thomas,” his voice deep and resonant. “We haven’t officially discussed my title.” he smirked as he strolled to where you are sitting.

Loki hooked a finger under your chin and took you in.

“What do you think?” Tom asked from the corner. He shifted in his seat. “She’s feisty.”

“Excuse you?” you snapped back. “I don’t know what you think you are playing at Hiddleston, but…” You stood, wagging your finger at him. Loki snatched your wrist, pulling you back against him.

“You married well, Thomas.” Loki hummed. Tom smiled from his chair. Loki cupped your cheek. “Very well.”

As he pressed you against his torso, you noticed Loki’s erection hard against you. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off… again.

“Tell me, pet.” His fingers ran down from your temple to your chin. “Is this how you imagined it?”

Your brow furrowed. “Imagine what?” You pushed away from him, only to slam back against Tom. “I don’t know what kind of joke this is…”

“Enough!” Loki yelled and turned away. “I know all about what you say about me, dove.” He settled into the chair once occupied. “How you read stories about my prowess in bed.” He took off his boots and wrist guard. “Drooled over art of my cock.” With a flick of the wrist, he removed his tunic and armor, leaving himself in just his trousers. He leaned forward licking his lips. “Dreamed of me fucking you.”

You gasped and glared at Tom. “YOU TOLD HIM!?”

“Not that he needed to.” Loki shifted in his seat and lowered his trousers just enough to pop his cock free. “Any hacker could find your browser history. And reading stories about being fucked by me and your darling Thomas…” Loki clicked his tongue as he stroked his shaft. “… naughty.”

Tom reached over and cupped your face. “Is this the fantasy, darling? Me AND him?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Just say the word.”

You stared up at him and then your eyes trailed down to find Tom sporting a raging hard on. You shifted your weight and peeked around Tom to spy Loki still stroking himself. He gave you a wink.

“I don’t have all day.” Loki called out.

You had to admit the thought of the whole scenario was too erotic for words. Your mouth was suddenly dry, all the moisture in your body, pooled elsewhere.

“Yes.” you nodded.

Tom smiled and leaned in to kiss you, slipping your straps down off your shoulders. You reached out and cupped his cock through his jeans. A flash of light covered you and Tom, causing your clothes to disappear.

“Much better.” Loki growled from his seat, now naked as well. He motioned the two of you towards the bed. “Go on. Entertain me. Show me how well you fuck your wife.” His lips curled into a devious grin.

Tom eased you onto the bed and crawled on top of you. He could sense your nerves. “Just think of it like when we met on set. And my modesty sock fell off?”

You chuckled and nodded. Tom nipped at the spot behind your ear and you let loose a soft gasp. His hands traveled down to squeeze your breast, teasing your nipple into a hard pebble.

Loki grunted through his teeth.

“Darling…” Tom moaned, twisted so you were on top. His fingers find your folds wet. “Wet already?”

“Of course she is.” Loki commented, he stood and walked towards the bed. He ran his hand down your back and cupped your ass before slipping down, plunging a long finger inside of you.

He hummed. “Thomas, if you don’t move things along, I may just take her myself and make you watch.”

“Why don’t you both take me right now?” you purred, placing kisses along Tom’s neck and chest while Loki curled his finger inside of you and Tom lazily played with your clit.

“What a splendid idea, pet.” Loki commented. “The best idea I’ve heard so far.” He grabbed you by the waist and hauled you up, placing you on the bed on all fours.

Tom shifted around to be behind you, smoothing his hands over your ass. He bent over to whisper in your ear.

“Remember darling, how you commented about the cock of a god?”

You noticed Loki kneeling in front of her. His cock dripped pre cum from the tip. He was big, even bigger than Tom.

“Fuck me….” you hissed. Tom pushed into you with a snap.

“As you wish, darling. But now it is also time to eat your words.”

Your jaw dropped open to snap back at Tom, when Loki pushes his cock into his mouth.

You groaned against his cock, gagging slightly as he pushed most of his impressive length down her throat.

Loki groaned. “Thomas, she is exquisite. Why have you been hiding her away?”

Tom gripped your hips and snapped against you. “The same reason I hide everything away from you. I don’t want to share.”

You moaned as they thrusted into you in conjunction. Loki was more forceful than Tom. You hollowed your cheeks to suck off Loki.

“You’ve never had a problem sharing before.” Loki growled and pulled Thomas towards him, leaning over you by the scruff of his neck.

Loki’s lips pressed against Tom’s and he moaned. Loki pulled Tom’s head forward and slipped his tongue into Tom’s mouth. Tom groaned as he did the same.

You overheard the lips smacking and the mental image tipped you over the edge and you screamed around Loki’s cock and clenched hard around Tom, shuddering.

Loki pulled away and chuckled. He lifted your face to stare at him. “Did you cum little pet at the sounds of me making out with our dear Thomas?” Loki averted his eyes to stare at Thomas, who had pulled out of you, blushing. “What a naughty girl.” He shifted to lie back on the pillows. “My turn, Thomas.”

Thomas grunted. “She’s not prepared for me yet.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at him. “Whose problem is that?” Loki spread his legs wide. “Come here, pet, and ride me.”

You crawled over to Loki and straddled his hips. You grabbed his cock and lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh god…” you moaned as you settled against his thighs.

“Yes I am.” He gripped your hips and rocked you back and forth.

Tom stared at Loki. “Can you at least hand me that bottle?” He gestured at the bottle of lube on one pillow.

Your eyes widened. “You’re not going to…”

Loki magicked the bottle into Thomas’s hand. He squirted some on his fingers.

“You’ve been training, haven’t you? Wearing the plug I got you?” Tom’s hand slid between your cheeks, massaged your tight entrance, pressed you against Loki’s chest. “Or is that something else you have been lying to me about?” He slowly sunk his well lubed finger into your ass.

“FUCK…” you hissed. Tom stilled as did Loki to allow you to adjust.

After a few moments, Loki gave you ass a soft smack. “Pet…”

You rocked up and down on him as Tom slowly plunged his finger in and out of you. Soon he added a second one and you cursed again as he scissored them inside of you, opening you up.

“If you would train properly, this would be easier.”

Loki cupped your face. “And next time it will be me.” He kissed your lips. “Although I must say, fucking your cunt is a treat. So wet and tight.” He growled.

Tom pulled out his fingers and squirted out some more lube and ran his hand along his shaft.

“Loki…” Tom gave the god a knowing glance.

“Right…” He pulled you tight against him and kissed you with a passion. His fingers found your clit and stroked it.

Tom eased into you, he panted when he was fully seated against your ass. You were so incredibly tight around him.

“My god… darling… why have we… Loki….” Tom threw his head back when he gently thrusted into you.

Loki released your lips softly, a small trail of saliva connecting your two lips. Your eyes locked for a moment and you saw it, those same kind eyes. Loki smiled which turned to a smirk and soon he was full on grinning.

He bucked his hips and gasped. “You clenched even tighter around me.” He leaned down to purr in your ear. “Let’s see how you milk my cock as you come undone.”

The two of them alternated thrusting into you. Soon you were reduced to a whimpering moaning mess. The only words you knew were “yes” and “don’t stop.” Soon your orgasm washed over you, stronger than ever before.

“FUCK!” you screamed in a now hoarse voice. You spasmed and clenched around both of them before your vision went white.

“Ah… AH!” Loki moaned as he thrusted twice before spilling inside of you. Tom soon followed with a deep grunt, filling your other hole.

You fell against Loki’s chest, sweaty and spent. Loki smoothed down your hair. “You were exquisite, pet.”

Tom crawled beside the two of you, rubbing your back. “You did so well, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek and lips and then pecked Loki’s lips.

“Hmm…” you hummed, still coming down for your high. “Thank you.”

Loki pushed the two of you up and leaned you into Tom’s arms. “Why don’t the two of you get cleaned up and meet me downstairs?” He licked his lips, taking in your form. “We have much to discuss.”

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[marvelimaginesyesplease]

Omg reader x pietro. He walks in on her watching "The Flash" on Netflix and gets jealous, so he feels the need to show off! xD

The Flash-It wasn’t superb but hey, it had pretty good reviews and a bit of a cult following so why not? You’d had a long day, your feet were aching and curling up to watch a show on the couch was always a welcome idea. Despite the fact that your daily life now involved supers and the endless turmoil they seemed to bring with them, you still enjoyed shows about them. Besides, Barry Allen wasn’t even real anyway. It would have been a lot more awkward if someone had walked in on you watching a show about Thor.

You gathered up another fistful of popcorn and began picking through it, a little annoyed with yourself for having left it so dry before sitting down. You were too tired to add more butter and getting up sounded like a terrible idea.

“Pietro!” It escaped you in an exhausted groan. “Can you come here?”

”Why?” His response sounded distant. Likely in his bedroom.

”I need your help!” Your words were drawn out and you tossed your head back against the cushions as you awaited his answer. Waitressing was tiring. The tips made it worthwhile but times had been a lot harder lately. People weren’t going out as much in light of recent events.

Suddenly Pietro was standing in front of you, the only indication of his entry the magazine pages on the coffee table slowly coming to rest. You barely batted an eye. You’d grown used to Pietro’s sudden arrivals since the two of you had decided to become roommates.

“What?” He was staring down at his nails, picking the dirt out from under them.

You offered him a tentative smile before slowly lifting the bowl of popcorn up towards him. “Can you add some butter to this?” You batted your eyelashes at him, silently pleading with him to say yes. The last thing you wanted to do was move.

He stared down at you for a few moments before blinking slowly at you. “Really? That’s why you called me?”

You remained silent, only offering a sheepish grin in return.

Pietro sighed and suddenly the bowl had left your hands and the microwave beeped, the soft whir of the machine filling your shared space as you stared at the place he’d been standing not a second before.

”You’re the best roommate ever!” You drawled, before sinking further into the couch. You swore it could have swallowed you, and at this rate you wouldn’t have cared. The blanket had been pulled over your chin, and your lids had started to sink lower.

You’d just began to accept the idea of a nap when suddenly the couch was dipping beside you. Pietro had sank into the cushion, the bowl of popcorn sat firmly in your lap as he tossed a handful of kernels into his mouth.

”Thank you,” You purred, gingerly untucking your hands from the blanket. You were about to scoop a handful of your snack when suddenly it was snatched from your lap.

“Uh,” You glanced over at Pietro, who was staring at you with a look that reeked of disappointment. “Can I help you?”

”Are you watching the Flash?” He raised his eyebrows as he spoke, moving to place the bowl out of your reach. You almost laughed, before turning your gaze back to the TV.

”Yes? It’s a TV show…” You trailed off, eyebrows raised in amusement as you began to take in the situation. “Are you upset, Pietro?” You laughed as you spoke.

”Well, I just don’t understand why you would need to watch a speedster, when you live with one,” Pietro seemed flabbergasted by your choice. “Especially one that isn’t even that fast!”

”Oh,” A smug smile tugged at your lips. “Breaking the sound barrier isn’t that fast eh?”

If looks could kill, Pietro’s would have smited you right there in that moment. “Are you saying you don’t think I could?”

”I’m just saying,” You shrugged your shoulders as you spoke. “I’ve not seen you do that as of yet.”

You regretted it the moment it escaped you. Pietro was an overly competitive man, and the chaos that would unfold after this would last for weeks, including Pietro leaving The Flash a one star review.

“Pietro-“ You were standing at the door, a wave of nausea rolling over you before you could even finish your sentence. Your roommate stood before you, your sneakers and coat in his hands.

”Let’s go. I’m proving you wrong.”

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[hyuneytoast]

Closer than danger || L.MH

✦Genre - Zombie Apocalypse AU, Lee Minho x Reader (ft. Seungmin), Angst, hint of fluff

✦Warnings - Blood, minor injuries, violence, swearing, weapons

✦Word count - 2.9k

✦Disclaimer! All writings are pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to portray any members or situations  in real life.

“Ok, recap,” Minho gravels out of the cold air, grabbing attention from Seungmin and you.

Knives are firmly in all three of your grips as eyes and ears are on high alert, feet steadily walking across the cracked, empty roads. Another familiar sight of an abandoned town that makes your heart flip with uneasiness. Buildings on each side of the road are dark inside, windows shattered, walls decorated with splatters of blood and desperate handprints. A light grey haze is settled in the far ends of the road along with wrecked vehicles. The town cries itself in tears of a cold bitter air and a helpless invasion of destruction. Damn the dead that roams, taking over each life in this cursed world.

“I’ll be at the corner pharmacy while you two are at the convenient store. We'll meet up at the fountain in the center. Guns are to be used if pocket knives are unmatched only, just as usual. Got it?”

You firmly nod while Seungmin mumbles a confirmation, before departing from the blond male. You stop when a hand grabs yours from behind.

“Be safe, ok, love?” Minho squeezes your hand, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course, and you too. Please,” You stare at his eyes that are evident in pure worry, like always when you two split up, before sliding out of his hold and returning alongside Seungmin who doesn’t stop to wait for you.

Your heart shatters the more seconds you see his saddened look. Leaving Minho during a supply run is a situation that you can’t help but internally tremble at, no matter how many times it has already happened. It’s an apocalypse for god’s sake, anything can happen whether you expect it or not. You glimpse over your shoulder to see Minho continue his way to the pharmacy, the last building on the street.

You whip your head when you feel a weight on your shoulder from Seungmin’s hand as he speaks nonchalantly, “Hey, Minho will be fine as always. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we’ll all be out. Now come on.”

Small cracks are heard when you pass through the entrance from the pieces of broken glass. The cloud-filtered sunlight provides a faint glow in the store, but leaving the back walls still in shadows. No groans, no uninvited footsteps, no presence of a zombie so far. So the two of you take that as a cue to continue. It’s at times like these where you feel your mind go absolute static, lungs feeling like they Shan’t to breathe properly as much as they ache to. The sound of your pounding heart echoes through your ears and your nose reeks at the smell of various things rotting. What makes you jumpy is the fact that anything can pop out of thin air. The shelves on the aisles aren’t full, few things left for grabs. Either previous survivors stopped by or the rest is on the floor, definitely inedible. Cracked cans, crushed bottles, and random flaps of cardboard you assume were once boxes of some crackers.

“Y/N, over here!” You hear a sharp whisper from Seungmin on the aisle across, which you cautiously follow. You immediately join when you see him eagerly snatching off bottles of water from the shelf, placing it in the backpack.

After clearing out the bits on the shelf, you two take a scan around for anything more. A few expired protein bars here and there along with limbs behind the cashier counter which you nearly throw up at the sick sight.

Your body is still tense, anxiety through the roof. You snap your head in the direction behind you when a moderately loud ping! and curse is heard. Seungmin’s bag ran into the corner of a shelf of what seems to be once an aisle of wine. Bodies freezing out of pure shock, the glass rolling a mere centimeter before coming in contact with the empty air that drags it down to the tiles. The shattering sound echoes from the building causing you two to visibly gulp, Seungmin gritting his teeth and eyes squeezing shut. You dash towards the male, latching on his arm and pulling him behind the counter; Trying your best to ignore the half person company lying on the floor near you.

They’ve already come, and it’s unsure of how much due to your hidings below the counter, but the several sluggish moans and swift footsteps barge in. Their snarls and short screams confirm they’re on high alert of what’s to be going on within the store.

Collecting the minimalist of your thoughts and breaths, you raise your head just enough to peek over,  noticing the zombies are distributed in the aisles, their backs turned from your direction and door. You tug at Seungmin, notifying him to follow, before getting on your feet; knees bent to keep low, but feet making long strides towards the exit. You bite your bottom lip rather firmly, eventually tasting the metallic blood.

Crack!

You look down at the damned loud glass shard you stepped upon, now split into two.

“Fucking hell,” You mutter as high-pitched, raging screams penetrates from behind, nearly making you want to cover your ears. Instead, your hands grab out your pocket knife and turn around, but you knew neither you and Seungmin weren’t going to make it out like this. Not with a pocket knife, and certainly not with the mere dozen zombies dashing your way.

Bang!

Seungmin starts shooting, having you whip out your gun too. Your sweaty hands try to remain a tight grip after each shot, but aiming is made difficult with each fast target while you’re also moving back to the exit yourself. After each round, only three were down. You can almost hear the distant upcoming screams from outside the building too. With a glimpse behind, you notice more joining, having Seungmin and you have no choice but to redirect yourselves toward the corner of the store. One zombie comes a couple feet away from Seungmin, but you’re swift to react, aiming for the head that sends the wretched grey creature flying back. And you hear it. That click that is never good news.

“Fuck, I’m out!” Seungmin spams the trigger, but nothing.

Seungmin is an unpredictable man, you’ve noticed over the months with him. Everything happens within his head and less than half is interpreted. But this… You wouldn’t have figured. Seungmin looks at you with desperate eyes, but the gaze is torn when he grabs your arm and you’re thrown down into the corner. You’re unable to process as everything is happening way too fast, the sights before you only a blur. A hoard of literal death has their attention on your vulnerability, Seungmin vanishes from sight out the door, and your mind seems like it’s spinning as you’re left on the floor to fend for yourself. Your breathing grows heavy and panicked, hands trembling on the trigger as you aim for one of the zombies’  heads. That was your last bullet… A string of curse words is all you manage to get out between short, constant breaths and hot tears spilling. A hand brings out the knife in your pocket, slicing through the air as you can only hope it’d be somewhat useful against the limbs reaching towards you.

Bang!

Followed by another, and then another. The unexpected constant shooting has you jump, hurdling yourself within the corner even more. You watch each zombie as their attention is set towards the exit instead of you, before they are sent limp to the floor with straining screams. You look up, expecting Seungmin to return, but you’re met with the blond male you’d thought you’d never see again, Minho. Silence settling upon is interrupted by both your heavy breathings, adding to the fearful tension. Minho checks his surroundings before lunging himself towards you, a big thud from the harsh impact as his knees hit the floor.

“M-Minho, you-” You can only manage whimpering before the male’s arms are thrown around you, holding you like a shelter.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re okay, right? God, please tell me they didn’t touch you, please” He pleads while catching his breath, and as you shake your head, you hear him let out a shaky huff of relief. “Holy shit, thank goodness, fucking thank god,” He repeats like a mantra, gently rocking you back in forth, comforting both you and him. You don’t know the details of what the hell just happened, but you’re shook. Your face is wet from tears as you’re still shaking in Minho's embrace, adrenaline still rushing through your blood. Him, on the other hand, has his mind running hysterically about the chaos he walked upon and how things might’ve ended if he didn’t arrive the time he did.

There then is a scream, quite far away and faint, but it’s more than a good warning telling you to flee.  “We have to go quickly, baby,” He urges, voice still coated in fear; that fear of how you’re on the edge of staying beside him. Minho hoists you up to your feet, giving you a squeeze on your side. “You sure you’re not hurt? I found extra medical supplies at the pharmacy.”

“Nothing major, promise.” You give an assuring smile, but the edges of your lips are still crumpled down.

“Ok if- Shit, where’s Seungmin?” You see how the male looks everywhere, a face of horror, if more possible, as his hand is securely around yours.

“Minho…” How would you say this? ‘Cause you certainly can’t fully process the betrayal still till this moment yourself, but that certainly won’t help the man beside you who is only assuming the worst. “He ran…” You speak warily before pressing your lips into a line. You almost flinch at the immediate change of look on Minho’s face. His eyes grow dark and eyebrows furrow as he looks at you. It was all the more intimidating, something you’ve never seen on him, not this bad at least.

“What the hell do you mean? Ran?!”

Another scream from afar, you two really need to leave. “Exactly what I mean. H-he pushed me and then took off! I figured he went to bring you to help or something, especially because we were out of ammo and-” Your voice rushing after each word, breaths picking up again due to confusion and uneasiness.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Let’s save the rest for later, ok? We really have to go, Y/N.” Calmness yet efficiency is the best choice of reaction if you two want to live, but you don’t miss the rage Minho has ablaze in him. Face still wears the growing feelings of hatred and disbelief, his teeth grinding against each other.

Minho takes your gun before reloading it with an extra pack of ammo from inside his bag. He hands it back to you in one hand while securely intertwining with the other. The two of you cautiously head out into the open streets, diving into the small spaces saved between each building for cover. A few zombies whose silhouettes you make out in the grey, but no sign of Seungmin.

Minho doesn’t let go of your hand the entire way, waiting until the apartment, that the initial three of you scouted a while back, has its roof over you. The apartment is quite bare under thin dust, but what’s to be expected from one in an apocalypse. Not as empty as thought though as eyes are set on the familiar figure, or rather a familiar someone. Seungmin stares back with an unreadable look from the wooden table, hand movements paused from sorting out the packed goods from the hectic supply run.

Before anyone can make a comment or take another uneasy breath, Minho strides over to the guilty male and grabs him by the collar, harshly pinning him against the wall.

“Seungmin Kim, you fucking bastard!!” It’s a visible sight of the redness on Minho’s skin, veins popping out his neck as he yells in a deep voice. Your man is pissed as hell. His piercing look doesn’t leave Seungmin’s, who is remaining motionless, but with such a gaze set on him Minho doesn’t miss the evident fear and guilt. “You fucking laid your hands on Y/N for your own safety, for your own damn sake!” He growls, pulling Seungmin away from the wall before slamming him against it again, having him wince along with the burn of Minho’s fingers digging into his shoulders “They almost died because you!”

You let in a sharp gasp as you watch the scene unfold only more, Minho raising his fist and striking it against the other’s face. The unrelenting impact echoes in the apartment, Seungmin letting his head hang low as a red mark is formed from the hit.

“It’s a damn apocalypse, Lee. You can’t possibly think that if one goes down, we all fucking do!” Seungmin spits between gritted teeth.

The blond male scoffs, “Oh yeah? Well, look what you did-” A punch “Look where it got you now.” Another strike.

“Dammit!” Seungmin snaps, tearing off Minho’s grasp and having his fist fire back.

You can’t take it anymore, anxious by the sight. This certainly isn’t going to go anywhere. “Stop!” You call out, rushing towards the brawling men. Blood drips down from Seungmin’s nose and the big cut on Minho’s lip. Both have faces dusted in bruises along with their frustration, knuckles purple. “Minho, stop! Please!” You pull his arm as it’s raised in mid-air, pulling him away from Seungmin whose fist comes near the startled you.

Minho feels his heart drop as he catches the sight of you, brows knitted in worry and tears pricking at the edge of your eyes. He’s seen too much today, but he can’t get past the fact that Seungmin, whom he trusted enough to have as an ally, had intentions of saving himself over you. Damn it, he just can’t! The love of his life, nearly gone just like that; All because of the culprit who stands in front of him at this very moment. Minho tries to get one more hit, nearly lunging at Seungmin, but he pulls out a pocket knife and points it at the two of you in defense. Minho quickly reacts by pulling you behind him, shielding you with his arm. His other hand reaches to pull out his loaded gun towards Seungmin, his hand shaking, you notice. Seungmin’s eyes keep switching between Minho and you, a determined gaze and threatening hands.

“Don’t you. Fucking. Dare. Move an inch with your bullshit and a bullet goes through that damn head of yours.”

“Unbelievable, you’re a complete maniac, Minho!” The blade in his hands still doesn't retreat.

“Minho…” You plead in a whisper, placing your hands on his arm and having him step back.

He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Just get the hell out, and don’t you ever touch what’s mine again.”

Everyone’s still for a moment before Seungmin takes the knife and stabs the table as he gives in. “At least I can get further than the two of you and your soft hearts,” He mutters bitterly, gathering his supplies in his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He approaches the apartment’s door, Minho lowering the gun the further he walks.

“Keep on running away, you asshole, it’s what you do best,” Minho lightly cackles, knowing just how to get even more on the other male’s nerves. It has him clench his fists, bruised knuckles turning white, before walking out to slam the door behind which has you both flinch. Minho locks the door, peering out from behind the curtain making sure Seungmin is long gone in the distance before anything else.

“I swear to god, if he-”

“Shhh, no more,” You demand, pushing him towards the edge of the couch to sit on, holding an aid kit for his face speckled in wounds. He winces at the cold contact of a cloth you dab on his cheek. All the pain is quick to subside though when he peers at your face that’s only a small distance away as you hover above. If only he could get lost in admiring every feature of yours like this everyday. Your eyes are deep of care and concern, focusing on cleaning him up.

"Reminds me of our late high school years, don't you think, angel?" He murmurs. "Always getting into fights, but then you'd come along and fix me up."

"Even in an apocalypse, some things always stay the same," You chuckle, a soft smile that reminisces those untouched moments.

What did he ever do to deserve you in a fucked up world like this, Minho wonders to himself as he wraps his arms loosely around your waist. He also wonders if he went overboard back there, recalling your fretted state. “I’m sorry, Y/N…I lost my mind, but I still shouldn’t have reacted like that. Did I... scare you?”

Your fingers gently glide over his skin, applying antibiotic ointment. “Mm… yeah, but more because I didn’t want you getting any more hurt. It’s okay though, I understand. I’m more than thankful for your protection.”

“Thank you.”

You avert your eyes towards his for a moment. “No, thank you, Min. Thank you for being there for me.”

And with that, you plant your lips on his, a feeling that makes Minho helplessly smile, and one that makes all burdening feelings dissipate. Or, at least for now.

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My Only Sunshine

Newt x reader Category: Angst! Tw: mention of a needle, major death, sickness, the boys being a good friend.. Summary: You were his sunshine, his only sunshine. But what happens when the sun must set. a/n: I hate myself for writing this. But this was a really good one soooo> :)

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It was never easy being the only girl in the Glade, at the beginning it was horrible. Some of the boys would say things and it was… uncomfortable to say the least. But there were a few kind boys, Minho, Alby, Newt, one of them always had eyes on you just in case someone decided to be a slint-head. It was mostly Newt since Minho ran and Alby was the leader and off doing other things. Newt and you had become close and at some point you weren’t just friends. But again being the only girl put a strain on almost any relationship. When Teresa showed up, she refused to talk to anyone except Thomas. When she found out about you though, you had clicked. Besides it was nice to not be the only girl anymore. Then we escaped, and when Chuck died, you stood there frozen watching him lay there taking his last breaths. He was just a boy, Newt wrapped his arm around you pulling you into him. The tears wetting his dirty shirt, you felt his hand rub small circles on your back. Then doors opened and people in black uniforms and guns came running in grabbing us and dragging us out.

Sitting in the helicopter all you could think about is Chuck, Alby and heck even Gally. They will never see anything outside of the Maze. Leaning your head on Newts shoulder holding his hand he kisses the top of your head. Arriving at the WCKED facility they take you to shower and get changed before taking tests. Looking at Newt warily as 2 different guards take us separate ways.

“It’s alright love, we’ll see each other in a bit.” he gives you a reassuring smile.

After getting washed up and in new clothes, you were taken to a room where the other boys were, Minho running, Newt and Thomas with needles in their arms.

“We are just going to run a few tests on you, to make sure you're alright.” a woman says while holding a needle. You feel your stomach turn as she starts the tests. You tried to go to bed that night but no sleep overcame you, all you could think about was the maze, Chuck, about everything.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms

But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and I cried.

After finding out WCKED wasn't good and escaping Janson by a hair, you were stuck out in the scorch.

“What’s the plan?” you asked Thomas. He turns to you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t have one.” he responded quietly, at this Newt snapped his head towards Thomas.

“What do you mean you don’t have a plan? You lead us all the way out here without a bloody plan?!”

“Well I didn’t exactly plan on WCKED being bad now did I. I didn’t think we would-”

“Well that’s exactly it, you didn’t think about it!” Newt exclaims. Placing your hand on his chest,

“Newt, just take a breath. He didn’t know we would have to run.” you whisper. You feel his chest fall, he looks down into your eyes before taking a deep breath and facing Thomas.

“I’m sorry Tommy, I just… we need a plan otherwise we aren’t going to survive.”

****

Laying down by the small fire in the scorch you felt a shiver down your spine. Sighing deeply you flipped over trying to get somewhat comfortable, and soak up as much heat as possible.

“Y/N, are you still awake?” Newt whispered, opening your eyes you saw him watching you.

“Yes” you responded as your cheeks warmed up.

“Come here, you are literally shivering.” He opened his arms, before you even opened your mouth to protest he shook his head “No fighting.” sighing deeply you moved over to huddle next to him. He wrapped his arms around you. You pulled your blanket to cover the both of you.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away. I’ll always love you and make you happy, if only you will say the same

***

Walking down the halls of the WCKED building, you felt like you were minutes away from hurling. The suit is not doing anything to help your fever or the bite. It felt like forever, everything blurring together. Running past some guards Thomas, Newt and you turn the corner and are met by another. Right as he is about to shoot at us, someone comes and knocks him out. You toss off your helmet and breathe. Running over, you pull Minho into an embrace.

“Is this real?” his voice is weak.

“Yeah, it is.” looking up at him you smile.

“Sorry to break up the reunion but we have to go.” Thomas says exasperatedly. Newt comes over wrapping his hand around yours before running after Thomas.

Ending up in a room, the boys block the door as you look for a way out. Seeing sparks come from the door.

“Any Ideas?” Minho shouts at Thomas. Turning to face him Thomas is looking out the window.

“Maybe” Oh great… Lifting a canister Thomas and Minho throw it out the window, watching it land in the water “Okay, that’s doable. Just need a- a little running start.

“You sure about this?” you ask worried.

“Not really” Minho, Newt, and you just stare at him.

“Nice pep talk.”

“Yeah, all bloody inspired” The door is pushed in, looking back Janson is standing there as guards enter the room. “GO!” you yell running and jumping out the window. Falling into the water, you try to swim up. But someone grabs your arms and pulls you out. Kneeling on the ground we faced with guards, then a fight breaks out between them and Gally takes off his helmet.

“Come on, we have to go.” Newt comes over and helps you up pulling your arm over his shoulder.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away.

“I can’t- can we stop for just a second, I can’t breathe.” you huff out, everyone stops as you lean against the wall. Newt helps you take off the vest and shed the top half of the uniform.

Thomas comes over looking at the bite on your arm. You don’t have the energy to tell him off.

“Minho run ahead and get the cure, we will try to make it as close as we can.” Thomas orders him.

“No I’m not leaving now, she’ll make it.” he says.

“Minho I’ll be okay.” You try to comfort him but it comes out weak. He comes closer to stand in front of you.

“Y/N, I am not leaving you.” you bring your hand up to his cheek.

“Minho please, I will be gone before we get to the berg if you keep this up.” He holds your hand to his face longer, with his eyes closed he sighs deeply.

“Fine but promise me you will hold on, alright?”

“Of course, I couldn't leave my best friend could I?” he chuckles, with that he runs off with Gally to get the cure.

“Okay, come on Y/N. We have to go.” Thomas pulls you up wrapping his arm around your middle like Newt.

By now your feet are dragging and walking seems almost as hard as breathing. Trying to keep your eyes open you look around and see you hadn’t gotten that far.

“Come on love, we’re almost there.” Newt encourages.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell..” feeling like there’s something in your throat you start coughing “tell you that it’s not kind to lie to a dying person.” Rolling his eyes at you he responds

“You’re not dying. Just keep your eyes open. We’ll be there before you know it, then when we get to the Safe Haven you can sleep and joke all you want.”

“I’m not going.” you respond dryly.

“Yes you are Y/N. Just hold on.” Thomas says squeezing your body a bit. We stop for a minute but you can’t get back up. Thinking of all the times with your boys, you knew you loved Newt. He was always there for you. But now you won’t get to be with him, closing your eyes you feel yourself start to fade.

“Y/N?” you hear Newt say “Y/N…” getting up you run at him as he stumbles backwards. Thomas pushes you to the ground. Getting back up you turn towards Newt again, looking at his face he seems tired, worried, sad even. “Y/N, It’s me!” he yells as you charge towards him again, this time grabbing him and tackling him to the ground he tries to push you off. Rolling over he holds your arms above your head as he straddles you in an attempt to keep you still.

“Newt” you cry out “Kill me. DO IT JUST KILL ME!!” you shout at him thrashing around with tears in your eyes.

“NO!” you stop squirming and thrashing. He loosens his hold just enough for you to flip him over, grabbing onto his throat trying to choke him. You don’t want to do this.

“NEWT KILL ME I AM BEGGING YOU!!” Thomas grabs you and throws you to the side trying to help Newt up. Looking around you see a knife, grabbing it and getting up you walk towards Thomas and start swinging at him. Slashing his stomach he looks at you and punches you with such a force you fall over. Newt comes over grabbing the knife from your hands, tossing it to Thomas before holding your hands down.

“We just need to wait for Minho, he’ll be back soon. Just hold on Y/N, please.”

“I TOLD YOU TO KILL ME! NEWT IT HURTS PLEASE” breaking out of his hold you jump up snatching the knife from Thomas, plunging it into your chest. For a second you all just stand there in disbelief, but then you fall to your knees and Newt comes running over catching you and holding you close.

“Newt” you say

“No darling, save your breath. Just hold on.” He cries.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” you begin to sing quite weakly. He interrupts.

“Stop it Y/N, you aren’t dying.” trying to smile you continue.

“You make me happy when skies are gray.” he keeps sniffling, holding you tighter and kissing your forehead. Your voice faded out as well as your vision “You’ll never know dear how…” he opens his eyes to see you smiling weakly.

“No…. no please don’t leave. Y/N…” the tears rush down his face hot and fast

“Y/N!!” he screams holding you tighter.

***

Newt’s POV:

Looking out at the water, I imagine she is sitting beside me holding my hand. The breeze makes my hair whip around, I feel my face get warm and my vision gets blurry.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray.” bringing my hand up to wipe the tears even though they don’t stop. “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.” I take in a deep breath hearing her sing the last line with me “Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

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Gia in a Bottle

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

“Why are you here?” Gia snatched the door open. 

“Baby, this is Wreck’s house not yours, excuse me.” Najaah walked right in with no invitation. “I see why he constantly crawlin’ back to me every damn second,” she laughed.

“You and every other bitch out here, you not special. Get out.” 

This was Gia’s first time seeing the infamous Najaah in person. They’d even argued over the phone before. Najaah was dressed up and looking ready to fuck somebody’s nigga in her short ass skirt and high heels, probably for Wreck. 

Gia felt slightly insecure because she was wearing sweat pants, one of Wreck’s shirts and her hair was sticking up on top of her head. What pissed her off more was the fact that she knew where Wreck’s house was in the first place, meaning his sneaky ass brought this hoe there.

“Oooh, that hurt,” Najaah said, sarcastically. “Now, where Rushon? I didn’t come here to have no fuckin’ girl talk with his bitch…”  

“He’s not here, so get the fuck out.” 

“Or?” 

“Really? What are we five? I said get the fuck out!” 

“Tell Rushon I stopped by…” Najaah looked Gia up and down with disgust. “If you wasn’t lookin’ like a hobo you would be a lil cute too, but so damn naïve, I can tell. What a waste.”

“You would no waste, wouldn’t you? What is it Wreck said?” Gia tapped her finger on her chin. “I ain’t went raw in that bitch since she let half the West Side run up in her. Shit felt like garbage, but it was familiar trash…now, if that’s what you want so bad, you go find him and tell him whatever the fuck your damn self. I fortunately know my worth and won’t no nigga ever be able to pillow talk on me like that, then I come to the woman who didn’t have to do shit for his attention, begging for his whereabouts. Cute, naw, don’t let this relaxation fool you, I’m beautiful ask Wreck. And naïve? Never. Bye bye now!” she slammed the door in her face, missing Najaah’s nose by an inch. 

Gia watched Najaah on the security camera stand there and the hurt look on her face almost made Gia feel bad. She never was the type to down a black woman over a man but Najaah wouldn’t stop. She didn’t even know where that came from. Wreck was turning her into someone she couldn’t recognize. 

When she finally saw her get in the car and speed off, she ran upstairs for her phone. She couldn’t call his stinking ass fast enough.

“What’s wrong, G?”

“Then you have the nerve to answer this FUCKING phone all normal sounding. Bring your ass home right now!” 

“You kicked me out my own shit.”

“And you still not welcome here but please, do make an appearance today because I want all the smoke! You really think I’m this quiet ass fuckin mouse ass person Wreck. I really think you want me to turn up on you!”

“G,” he laughed. He didn’t mean to but her being mad just was funny. She always tried to sound like Chi. “What happened?” 

“Your precious Najaah came here looking for you!” 

“How it’s my fault she came there? I told you I don’t fuck with her like that, I only help with her daughter.” 

Najaah supposedly had a daughter by some nigga who was serving a life sentence. Wreck as always not knowing how to tell the heifer no, decided to be captain save a hoe and help Najaah out with her baby. At first Gia thought he was lying about it, thinking the child was really his until she saw the little girl. Still, she didn’t like the situation at all.

“So you weren’t dropping dick off at her door along with money?”

“I’m not gon’ answer that.” 

“Wreck we are done. I don’t want this life, I don’t want your drama and I do not want you.” 

“Ard.” Wreck had heard that a million times.

“What…ard?!” 

“Yea, man…look I gotta go, I’m doing some shit right now. I’ll call you in a lil while.” 

When the phone disconnected Gia broke down. She didn’t understand why he was like this. If he was wrong, he’d make her feel like she did something. All of that, and he so easily agreed to let her go. She called Avery.

“Hey, G—hold on real fast…River! Put it down…NOW! Lake! Come get your child before I fight her ass! Who gave you—you know what? I’ma let your dad deal with you, I do not have time…hello?”

“Yea, A, I’m here.” 

“Is everything okay? Why you sound like that?”

“I…” Gia couldn’t even make a word out before she burst out crying.

“G, are you okay?” 

“No…he…I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” 

“Give me one hour, Gia. I am coming over there,” Avery said then hung up. 

Gia sat on the floor leaned up against the bed picking up the bottle of Caymus. Her heart felt like it was breaking as she laid there. She didn’t know when or how long she was asleep but some time later she was being snatched up and Wreck checking her body all over.

“What are you doing? Get off of me!” 

“The fuck you not answering your phone for?!” 

“Gia…” Avery hugged her. “You didn’t see me calling you? I was knocking and everything for like an hour.”

Avery came there and Gia didn’t answer the door. She got worried and called Wreck telling him she had just talked to her and she was upset but now wasn’t answering the phone. 

“I…I fell asleep.” 

“You sleep like that cause you got a fuckin’ drinking problem!” Wreck kicked the empty bottles on the floor. 

“I WONDER THE FUCK WHY!”

“What is happening?” Avery held Gia back from fucking Wreck up.

“He is a lying cheating bitch!” 

“Yo, you are the fuck crazy. When the fuck did I cheat on you?” 

“So your bitch just shows up here for no reason?” 

“Bro, fuck her!” 

“You see how he acts like nothing is a big deal, Avery? This is what I have to put up with. Help me pack my stuff please.” 

“You not goin’ nowhere, bro. A get the fuck out.” 

“No, Avery, don’t go anywhere, give me five minutes, you can take me with you.” Gia stormed in the closet getting all her stuff. Everything she was putting in her bag, Wreck was taking it all back out. “GET OFF!” she started pounding on his back. “I can’t stand you!” 

“I don’t know what to do,” Avery said, standing at the door watching them fight. She didn’t know all of this went on between them. She knew they argued but this was something else. Gia looked crazy and Wreck seemed familiar with all of it. Like he dealt with her drunkenness often.

“Do you see what I have to go through?” Gia asked Avery with tears in her eyes. “I have to deal with cheating, lying, he won’t let me leave! He has Roddy watching me! I had to take off work Avery! He is helping that bitch take care of her daughter--” 

“You knew that! You act like I be over there chillin’ and shit! I give her money and that’s it! Tell Avery why you really had to take time off work!” 

“LIAR!” Gia started punching him. Wreck was significantly taller so she was jumping up to try and hit him in the face. Avery covered her mouth not believing what she was seeing. 

“Maybe we can go get some air,” Avery suggested.

“Naw, I said you can get the fuck out, A. I got her, she just need a nap.” 

“I’m not a child! I don’t need shit but to be away from you!” 

“Gia, I think he’s right,” Avery said, staring at her friend who was clearly drunk. “Just sleep it off and when you wake up if you still want to leave I’ll come back and get you.” 

“I want to leave now.” 

“Go head, A, she not going nowhere.” 

Avery just stood there not knowing who to listen to, Wreck or Gia. She didn’t want her friend to be mad at her but Wreck seemed to know how to deal with her in this state.

“Avery here, take my bag,” Gia handed the empty duffle to her. Wreck looked at Avery like you see what the fuck I’m talkin’ bout?

“Go head, A, she cool.” 

“YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Gia went off on Wreck again and he simply ignored her. “You turn everybody against me!” she staggered.

“Go lay down, bro,” Wreck pointed to the bed.

“No, fuck you!” 

“Gia, go lay down.” 

“I’m sick of this, just let me go home.” 

“You are home, come on,” Wreck grabbed her arm taking her to the bed. He pushed her down and she tried to get back up and he did it again. “JUST GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP! I got shit to do and you always on this bullshit!” 

“I hate you!” Gia pushed him away and slammed herself down putting the covers over her head.

“Whatever bro, don’t get the fuck back up!” 

“Then tell your hoes not to come over here! I wasn’t bothering a soul!” 

“I ain’t got no hoes but you!” 

“Kiss my black ass Wreck!” 

Wreck dug under the covers pulling her pants down and bit her butt cheek. Avery covered her mouth cracking up because what in the dysfunction?

“Stop playing!” Gia yelped, rolling to the other side. “Come on, Avery, you can lay with me.” She held the covers up for her to get in. 

Avery looked at her then turned to Wreck who simply shook his head. She didn’t want to leave her friend while she was so vulnerable so she kicked her shoes off and cuddled next to Gia.

When Gia woke up, the strong arms wrapped around her did not belong to Avery. Still, she found the most comfort in them as always. 

“Where did Avery go?” 

“She left.” 

They laid in silence for awhile, both thinking about their own demons as well as the relationship they chose to be in with one another. Gia was Wreck’s sanctuary no matter the condition and he was her rock. 

“You gotta chill off this shit, G. Every fuckin’ day you drunk.” 

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Am I?” 

“Do you still love her?” 

“Who?” 

“Do not play with me.” 

“No, I don’t love her no more.” 

“Are you sleeping with her?” 

“No.” 

“Are you lying?” 

“No.” 

“Do you think I have a problem?” 

“I do but we all got problems. You accept all my shit so I accept yours.” 

“Wreck I don’t want to be like this,” Gia cried. “I feel so bad.” 

“I know,” he said, pulling her even closer, kissing the back of her neck. Wreck really loved Gia and nobody knew the extent of how bad her drinking had become. It was a running joke but he dealt with shit like this on a regular basis. “We gon’ fix it, ard?” 

“How?” 

“I’ma take you to some AA meetings or some shit.” 

“No...” 

“Then what can we do, G? You can’t keep drinkin’ like this. You gon’ fuck around and mess your liver up and shit.” 

“Maybe...I can see Dr. Pie.” 

“Another one down,” Wreck said and Gia laughed. 

They always talked about how Dr. Pie had his whole family making her a millionaire because that’s how much was wrong with them. 

“Seriously though, if you think that will help then I’m all for it.” 

“You will come with me?”

“Hell no.” 

“Wreck...” 

“I don’t like that shit. I’m not into talkin’ to muhfuckas about my feelings and shit.” 

“You talk to me.” 

“That’s cause you my bitch and you showed me the real you.” 

“And I have yet to meet Rushon.” 

“Lies.” 

“Then let’s talk about your dad, or how about your mom?” Gia suggested and Wreck got silent. “Exactly.” He would only open up to her but so much. Wreck had seen her flaws and all though. “If you don’t go with me then I’m not doing it.” 

“So you wanna be an alcoholic for the rest of your life?” 

“No but I want to do this with the person I love supporting me.” 

“You just tryna trick me into some shit, I already know.” 

“I’m not,” Gia laughed. “How about this, you go with me to therapy and I will go to AA?” 

“How many times I gotta go?” 

“Three.” Gia turned over staring into his dark low eyes. She stroked his handsome face. “Let’s help each other.” 

“Ard. For you, I’ll do it.” 

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B.A.B.Y PROTOCOL.

Part 1.

Avengers x fem!reader

Pt. 2

Genre: Minor angst, more fluff.

Warning: Language! (cursing here & there)

Words: 1746

Synopsis: This takes place in Avengers: Age of Ultron. When The Avengers were at the rock bottom, Nick Fury and advised by Maria Hill, to initiate the B.A.B.Y Protocol. 

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The Avengers gather in the lab after one of an ugly half made robot command a few of the Legionaries to attack them. Currently they are finding out about what or who attacked them. Some of them cleaning their wounds and Thor going out to track the Legionaries. Bruce the only one who starts first. “All of our work is gone. Ultron cleared out every research that we do. He uses internet as an escape route.” Natasha turns and lean her body to a table to say what she’s found. “He’s been in everything. Fails, surveillances. Probably know about us more than we know about each other.”

Holding his right wounded arm, Rhody said “He’s in the internet, he’s in your files. What if he decides to access to something a little more exciting?” By that, Maria has thought something. “Nuclear code.” Natasha looking at them “Nukes? He said he wanted us dead.” Steve interrupt her “He didn’t say dead. He said extinct.” “He said he killed somebody.” Clint said but Maria ask back. “But no one else in the building.” Their conversations cut by Tony. “Yes there was.” He displays JARVIS damaged simulator form and all went silent except Bruce, he checks on JARVIS.

Thor come in angry and straight to choke Tony. Being choke, Tony try talk to Thor “Come one. Use your words buddy.” Thor lift him up a few inch above the floor. “I have more than enough words with you Stark.” Steve walks closer, breaking them. “Thor. The Legionaries?” Thor update them about the Legionaries have the scepter and they have to retrieve it again. For the first time after the attack, Dr. Chow speaks. “You build this program. Why he’s trying to kill us?” Tony just laugh at that question and Bruce disagree. “Tony, this might not be the time to-“ Tony cut his sentences. “Really?! Bruce. We didn’t create a murder bot. Remember New York?” Everyone move their head down facing the floor remembering that event and Tony continue. “A hostile army of aliens charging through a hole in space. We’re standing 300 feet below it. We’re The Avengers. We can bust arms dealer all day but that up there, that’s, that’s the endgame. How do you guys planning on beating that?” Steve looking at him “Together.” “We’ll lose.” Tony say and Steve still with his answer “And we’ll do that together too.” He looks at everyone and gives the order. “Thor’s right. Ultron trying to draw us out. We start tonight. Do whatever you can to find him. The world is a big place, make it smaller.” Maria stand from her chair. “I’ll escort Dr. Chow to airport. I’ll see you guys in the afternoon.” They all nods and both of them walks out of the lab.

 Next morning.

A young girl wearing her café’s uniform walking with a headphone on her head. While walking, she notices a guy snatches a bag from a lady. That lady screaming asking for help while her baby crying to see her mother in terror from across the street. You bring down your headphone and chase that guy. Thanks for your training, you almost keep up that guy until he stuck in an ally, nowhere to go.

“You wanna give me the bag or I’ll take it from you?” You said. Looks like he’s stuck.

“Fast legs.” He said.

“I had trained before.”

“I’m not a bad guy.”

             “Well, good guys don’t snatch a bag from people especially in front of their baby! You gave me the wrong impression though. Now, give me the bag and go.”

             “I’d like to see you take it.” “You asked for it dude.” You move forward and fight him hand to hand combat. Actually, you are a bit surprise by his technique. He’s not so bad but you have been train by a professional back in the academy.

You’ve been caught one day and some guy wear uniform took you somewhere. You thought it was a juvenile school because you are just 15 that time. Turns out it was S.H.I.E.L.D. They gave you test by test and found out that you good at combat and a little bit good at common sense. After you graduated, work job by job. Gang to gang. Mob to mob. You can’t do that kind of job anymore. You want to be good and yes, you did stop working with the dark. You washed your hands and works at Donut Do It. It’s not your vibe but it is fine for your fresh start. After you slap that guy, you hear a woman voice call your name that has been long unspoken by anyone including you.

 “Baby.” A woman called.

             “Normal people doesn’t know that name.” You said while choking that guy.

She said “Maybe because you’re not a normal girl.”

             “What do you want Maria?” You ask that woman.

You immediately know who he is. Fury. “Oh God, not you too. Okay, for the record, honestly, I haven’t commit any crime that violated the laws.”

“You.” A deep voice man said.

You can hear Maria smirk when she asks you “Are you sure about that?” “…today. You didn’t let me finish. I didn’t commit any crime, today.” You said. Fury tell you to let that guy go and you look at that guy “You’re with them?” He tries to answer even you’re still choking him. “Y.. YE.. Yes!” You release him and slap him real hard right across his face. “That’s for wasting my time. Fuck off.”

Fury look disbelievingly at you. “Was that necessary?” You look back at him “What? Caressing lightly on his soft cheek?” Maria interject “That’s the opposite of what you did.” You try again just to tease her. “Okay. I, tap his soft cheek?” Maria raise an eyebrow at you “Try again.” You surrender. “Fine. I just 180-degree angle slapped him. He’s a trained agent for God sake. He’ll be fine.” You turn around about to walk back to your work place and Fury stop you.

“And where do you think you’re going young lady?” He asks you.

             You turning back. “ Work. Turns out I have a job now papa bear. Thanks for the recommendation letter though. Now, will you excuse me, I have go to work. Hope to never see you two again. Babai.” Again, Fury stops you. “You are not going to that Donut Do It.” You tilt your head to him. “I told you I work there and I’m going. If you two want donut, you know where to find it. Mention my name and you’ll get 30% discounts.” Maria’s face changes when she talks this time. “This is serious and urgent, Baby.”

“We are gathering as many as best agents that we have, and you are one of the best, Baby. Come with us and we’ll brief you.” Fury said and you stop him from saying any further. “Look, I’m gonna stop you right here papa Bear. That is where you are wrong. Aren’t you guys seen my record? I know what good is but I’m far away from good. There is still red blood stain painted on my hands that I could never leave. Even if I wash it thousands time, it won’t come off. What makes you think I’ll do it?” You feel your left chest aching but you ignore it.

Maria answers you. “Because everyone deserves a chance to be and do good. To start over. Yes, you can’t wash that much blood on our hands but this is the chance for you to do something good in your life. A do-over. You actually do something good after the academy. Take out those mobsters down, those gangs. You went inside to get the intel and you burn them to the ground and made those cities safe. Then, you just proof us again just now by caught that robber.”

             You huff and look down on your feet. “You set that up.”

Maria look at you. “But you didn’t know that. Yes, Baby. We’ve seen your record. Detail. You are far away from where you are before the academy. Or after. I mean you did killed people.” You crunch your eyebrows at her “Hey!” Fury turn to talk. “Help us this time. After that, it’s all up to you. We are no longer bugging you. You are no longer in our record. I’m not wasting my time coming here if we don’t need you.” “I thought you miss me.” Fury huff and talk to Maria “I’ll wait in the car.”

             “He never begging. That kind of begging, what he did. Is it that bad?” I ask Maria and she nod with worry face. “Earth level threat. That’s all I can say right now. Come with us to tower and we tell you more.” You let out a long sigh. “Me? Out of all agents, me?” Maria walk closer to you. “Please Baby.” You’re now messing with her. “It Earth level threat and you want a baby to involve? What kind of adult are you? Put a cute baby in danger like that. Unbelievable.” She smiles more than earlier. “The kind of person that will make sure there will be chicken drumets and spaghetti carbonara every day for your meal.”  You silently look at her and playfully sigh and she knows you better. “Caramel pudding and fluffy pillow too.” The ache in your chest getting hard to ignore now. You ask Maria some time and turn back from her. You bending, breathing like your doctor teach you and massage your chest a little. Must be from running earlier.

“Hey, are you okay?” Maria ask, worry if you are sick, but yes you are sick.

             “Yeah. Just shock. Did you say fluffy pillow? You ask her, not wanting to let her know first. They need your help, that’s what you are going to do. Help as much as you can. She let out a giggles and wrap her arm around your neck. “Yeah, you are coming with us, like it or not.” You both walk toward their car where Fury is waiting. “How many pillow though?”

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[sinner-as-saint]

‘Till We Bleed Out - 5.

Vampire!bucky x reader AU

Part 5 of this series. 

Run-through: Your car breaks down on a deserted road on a rainy night. You have no other option but to seek shelter from the nearest house you could find; the mansion, which happened to be the talk of the town for its mysteriousness along with its equally mysterious owner, Mr. Barnes. The universe can be tricky sometimes but the fact that you found yourself at that mansion’s doorstep at that time was no simple coincidence. That one night changes everything forever - quite literally. True love, past lives and creatures from folklore; turns out it’s all real. 

Themes throughout the series: vampire!bucky, fluff, smut, angst 

a/n: So this is it, the last part of this series! Thank you for your loving words and support my babies, I love all of you!!!

You woke up with a smile on your face. 

You felt Bucky’s cold face pressed against yours, his lips kissing along your jaw. “Morning, sweetheart.” He mumbled. 

You opened your eyes and found yourself staring into bright blue ones. “Hi.” You whispered. You noticed he was dressed and ready for the day already. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He said with a smirk. You gently caressed his face, not wanting to leave the warm bed just yet. 

“What surprise?” You asked, knowing he wouldn’t tell you obviously but trying your luck anyways. 

“Get dressed. It’s waiting for you downstairs in the kitchen.” He winked at you, making you think harder on what the surprise could be. He kissed the top of your head and walked out of the bedroom with a devious smirk on his face. 

You got ready as fast as you could and stepped out of the room. You saw Wanda at the end of the stairs and when she smiled at you, you couldn’t help but rush to her and give her a hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.” 

She ran her hand soothingly down your back. “I knew you wouldn’t. But you’re back now, and that’s all that matters.” She gave you a warm smile. “Now go, they’re waiting.” 

You smiled and walked towards the kitchen, thinking back on what she said. They’re waiting… who was ‘they’? 

As you approached the kitchen you could hear multiple voices, you slowed down just to hear a little more of the conversation they were having. You picked up multiple voices; some speaking over others, some silly banters, some trying to calm them down, Bucky and other voices speaking in hushed tones.  

“I can hear her.” 

“I can hear her heartbeats.” 

“She always smells so good, doesn’t she?” 

“Have you spoken about turning her yet?”

To that question Bucky responded, “Yeah, we’ve talked about it. But I want to give it some time.” 

“Does she remember us?” 

“Did you hear a word he said? Yes, she remembers all of us.” 

“Uh guys, can we eat please?” 

“Pete we’ve waited over a century, can’t you wait a little longer?” 

“No the kid’s right, I’m getting hungry.” 

“What are you talking about, you ate on our way here?” 

“So?” 

“Guys, shut up.” 

“Tell me, was she irritated by my little trick?” 

Bucky responded again, chuckling “No, she understood it was important.” 

“Did she-,”

Whoever was about to say something, stopped at once when you stepped into the room. You could hear your heartbeats ringing in your ear. Before you, gathered in the spacious kitchen, were all your friends. You felt your heart getting heavy as you tried to process everything. 

“Hi.” You couldn’t say anything else, your voice was getting shaky. Your lips started quivering as you began tearing up. Your friends, the family who had your back no matter what, they were here. You were all here, under the same roof. 

One moment they were all staring at you in shock and the next you were being almost tackled to the ground as the result of a gigantic group hug. You held onto a broad shoulder to prevent yourself from falling, lifting your head up you saw that it was Thor. 

“Hello, Y/N.” his deep voice greeted you, teasing you of course. 

A rather extensive round of hi, hellos and ‘we missed you’ later, you heard Bucky’s voice speak up. “Try not to crush my wife.” 

You heard a collective round of sighs. “She’s not your wife yet.” Tony pointed out and at the sound of his voice, you rushed to him for another, proper hug. After your family cut ties with you, Tony was the closest thing you had to a father figure you had. “Hey kiddo, I’ve missed you.” 

You felt his cold arms around you. “I’m so glad you’re here.” You pulled away and his brown eyes reminded you of all the times he was there for you even when your own father wasn’t. 

“I believe I need a hug as well.” A smooth, very familiar voice spoke up from behind you. You turned around and smiled bigger than you had all morning. 

“Steve!” You jumped in his arms. 

Hug after hug, multiple ‘we missed you’ and ‘don’t you dare leave us again’ later, everyone gathered around the table. It was one of the best mornings you’ve ever had, now finally reunited with those who meant so much to you. 

While most of your friends were busy having a silly banter over something like they always do, you looked up and smiled at Bucky who sat on the other side of the large kitchen island. He smiled at you, staring deep into your eyes. He knew what you meant. 

You tried to eat but there was this lump in your throat, as happy as you were; you were also an emotional mess. In a good way. You were used to your life being this perfect, but here you were. 

For the rest of the morning, you all caught up with one another. Your friends told you about all the new members who had joined your inner circle, promising you that you’ll meet them soon enough. 

“We’ll be around. We’ll always be just one call away.” Tony spoke on behalf of everyone as they all stood at the front door, putting their coats back on; getting ready to leave. “We’ll visit again. Soon, okay?” he opened his arms and you rushed over to him and hugged him tight. 

When they all left, the house was quiet again. You closed the large wooden front door and stared at it, with a soft smile on your face. You felt warm inside. You felt surrounded, safe and complete. 

You turned around and Bucky was standing at the foyer, hands stretched out for you to take. You approached him and leaned in for a hug. He hugged you immediately, tightly. “You okay, baby?” 

“Yeah,” you replied, your eyes watering just a little. “I’ve missed them. So much. I missed everything, I-,” you choked on your words as the tears fell down your cheeks. “How did you do it? I wouldn’t have survived so long without you.” you held him tighter, your hot tears wetting his cold skin. 

“Hope. And your memories kept me alive I guess. Still, I died everyday. But I knew you’d come back again, someday like you promised.” He gently stroked your hair. “And you did, that’s all that matters.” 

You stayed like that for a while, just letting him hold you. After some time you spoke up again, “Thank you, Buck.” 

“What for, sweetheart?” 

“For bringing me home.” 

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2 YEARS LATER. 

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You put your book down on your lap as you leaned against the headboard of the bed. You looked over to find Bucky fully focused on his newspaper; sat on the couch by the bed. 

“You’re staring.” He said without looking up. 

You chuckled and walked over to where he was sitting. You snatched the paper out of his hands and settled down on his lap instead. He smiled, spreading his legs apart slightly just so you’d be more comfortable. 

“Turn me.” you whispered and watched how he went from playful to serious in less than a second. He was hesitant, you could tell. In the past years, you brought up this topic quite a lot of times and each time his answer would be the same - ‘no, not now.’ 

He opened his mouth to talk, but then shut it because he couldn’t figure out the right thing to say. 

“I spoke to Nat a few days ago, she’s willing to do it if it makes you uncomfortable. Buck, I understand, it’s okay I-,”

He cut you off. “No, I’ll do it. Just…” he sighed. “I’ve held your lifeless body once. It killed me.” He closed his eyes and pushed his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m not sure I’m strong enough to watch you die again.” 

You cradled his face, giving him a kiss on top of his head. “It’s not the same Buck.” He groaned upon hearing that. “Hey, look at me,” you said softly, pulling away to look down into his ocean blue eyes. “I’m not going anywhere this time. I’ll be here, forever.” 

It took a moment, but he finally said, “Okay.” 

“So it’s a yes?” 

“Yes.” 

You smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss. But he wasn’t planning on letting you go, Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you senselessly, deeply, passionately for God knows how long, but you could feel your underwear getting completely soaked.

“Buck…” you pulled away for a moment, wondering if he was trying to avoid doing what you asked him to. 

He gave you a soft look, “I need to hear your heart race when you cum for me. One last time. Please?” He mumbled against your skin as he kissed along your jaw. 

You giggled and gave in, inching closer to him again while your lips found his. He kissed you softly, his kiss slowly getting more and more needy. You found yourself being pushed down onto the couch with him hovering above you. Your clothes were off your body and carelessly thrown onto the bedroom floor in less than a few seconds. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, “so much.” His hands ran down your thighs and reached your knees. His eyes remained focused on your face as he parted your legs, settling in between them. His hand ran down your legs and your skin felt tingly at his touch. His hand reached out and he ran his knuckles along your wet folds, making you shudder at his touch. 

His eyes grew darker as he watched your squirm under him as he lazily played with your clit. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours again, slipping his tongue back into your mouth, eagerly. You felt his tongue stroke the top of your mouth, and his hands touched you wherever he could; your breasts, your waist – leaving trails of goosebumps wherever his fingers touched your skin.

Pulling away from the kiss, he stood up again and took his shirt off, and his pants; leaving him just as naked as you were. He climbed onto the couch again and lowered his body until he hovered just inches above you. His strong arms supported him above you and your hands gripped onto his broad shoulders.

He looked into your eyes for a brief moment then his head dipped into the crook of your neck, biting your skin playfully and making you squirm and giggle under him as you felt his sharp fangs grazing your skin lightly. 

You felt his body pressed down against yours, and everything was right in the world. “You drive me crazy…” The tip of his nose ran along your throat and right to your ear, where he whispered all his obscene thoughts, making you all hot and bothered.

“Fuck me, please...” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair and he lifted his head and stared into your eyes again. He saw the desire and lust, but also the love. The love which had transcended through time and found its way back to him again. 

With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. You shuddered as you felt all of him, his stubble tickled your skin as he kissed your lips repeatedly. You heard his ragged breaths right by your ear as he removed himself out and pushed himself back into you again.

You moaned out loud, unable to hold back the sound which escaped your lips. “Let me hear you, baby” he whispered into your ear and kissed the skin beneath your jaw. 

You let out a loud moan as he found your sweet spot, and you felt him smirk against your skin. You moaned again and again as he bit and licked the skin beneath your jaw, all while slamming into you relentlessly; stretching you and pounding into you like his life depended on it.

Your nails sank into his skin as you felt a pressure forming around your lower region. Bucky quickened his pace and pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the bedroom. 

The tip of his cock touched your most sensitive spots and your back arched off the couch – your chest pressing against his. “Fuck…” his voice cracked as he whimpered in your ear. His moans always messed you up in a good way.

You feel your walls clench around him, and tighten around his thick member; making him swear out loud.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Come on,” he panted in your ear, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand. 

He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came – hard. You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even after you came, and your face burned as you felt the knot forming again right at your core.

Bucky fucked you relentlessly; not even stopping even for a second. He panted and groaned at how good you felt and wished for this moment to last forever. Unable to form coherent sentences, you moaned as you felt your second release approaching. Your legs were numb, and your body moved along with his. 

You felt your mind clouding with lust again. He gently bit down on your shoulder as you lifted your hips to meet his thrust; chasing your release. Your body trembled under him as you came again; gushing out around his cock while he still pounded into you. 

He pushed his face into your neck as he came right after, moaning and panting as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. He kissed along your throat, making you giggle uncontrollably. 

“Hey, you promised me something.” You reminded him. 

He sighed and got up from the couch, grabbing his clothes and putting them on again. “Wait here, I need to go get something. I’ll be back in a bit.” He kissed your forehead and walked out of the room. 

You showered in the meantime, wondering what could he possibly need. When you walked out, you found him pacing around. 

“Hi,” you walked over and wrapped your arms around his torso. He relaxed once he felt your touch. “Where did you go?” 

Instead of answering he handed you a little vial of some sort, with a dark liquid inside. “Drink up.” 

“What’s this?” you questioned, taking it from him.

“It'll make you a little drowsy. You won't feel the pain,” he gently caressed your face. “And when you wake up, everything will be fine.” 

You nodded. Taking a deep breath as you emptied the vial into your mouth. You cringed as you swallowed. “It's bitter.” You pointed out. 

Bucky smiled softly, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin. “I know baby.” He mumbled. 

You stayed there, in his arms and noticed that your vision started getting blurry. You held on to him tighter. Your heart began slowing down as well, he could hear it. You felt his lips along your jaw, kissing you gently as though coaxing you into something. He kissed down your throat, and you felt his fangs against your neck. 

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He mumbled, nipping at your skin gently; still a little hesitant. 

You got a little nervous. He noticed as your grip tightened around him. “Buck, I…” 

“Shh, don't fight it.” he mumbled against your skin. He kissed his way back up to your lips again. “Let go baby, I'm right here.” he whispered against your lips. 

And that was that last thing you remember before everything went black. 

-

You woke up feeling different. A good kind of different. You felt energized, well-rested. You blinked a few times and took a few seconds to reorient yourself. You were in your bedroom, the one you and Bucky had shared over the past years. 

You sat up and noticed that you were hyper aware of your surroundings. The light was too bright. The birds chirping outside were loud, you could hear the winds bristle against the branches. You immediately felt your pulse. You had none.

Oh. 

You heard footsteps. Moments later Bucky opened the door. He walked into the room with a lovely smile on his face. "Hello sweetheart. Welcome back."

Just the sight of him filled you with unexplainable joy. You jumped out of bed and rushed to hug him. “Bucky!” in doing so, you knocked the two of you down on the floor. 

He laughed and held on to you, "I forgot how strong newbies were." He kissed the top of your head, “Hi, baby.” 

You straddled his waist, pulling away from the hug to kiss him. “I've missed you.” you whispered. You figured you must’ve been gone for a day or two. 

“I've missed you too.” He replied, kissing you back. 

You got back up and pulled him up as well. “We have to tell Nat! And everyone, they-,” 

He cut you off, chuckling as he ran his fingers through your hair. “Don't rush sweetheart, we have all the time in the world now.” 

You slowed down, realizing he was right. “Yes we do.” You leaned in for a hug, just wanting to be close to him. He wrapped his arms around you, swaying the two of you gently. 

“Can you promise me one thing?” he asked. 

“What?” 

“That you won’t leave me alone for so long again.”

You sighed, trying to imagine how hard it must’ve been for him to be alone for so long. “I promise.” You pulled away to look into his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere now. I’m here.” 

He smiled softly. “Do you remember what we used to promise each other when we first got together?” 

You giggled, remembering. “That we'll stay together forever, until we bleed out?”

He chuckled, remembering how young you both were when you made that up. The promise/ inside joke was that neither of you could physically die from bleeding out therefore by saying so, you were promising each other forever. 

“Yeah.” He smiled and leaned in for a gentle kiss. He pulled away moments later, pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, “Together, ‘till we bleed out.”

Fin.  

a/n: to everyone who showed their love and support for this series, ily!! 

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[manias-wordcount]

Savior: Hawks x Reader

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗺 :}

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸

𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲: 𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲! 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗵: 𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

All while all you could focus on is…

A pair of red wings.

A small gasp of surprise leaves your lips as you’re lifted into the arms of the Wing Hero. Your eyes, wide with more awe than fear meet his golden ones as your hands grab a fistful of his uniform jacket. The second your fingers clasps onto the material, you let out a shuttered breath. It’s soft and feels like high quality, expensive and real. It confirms your suspicions and denies all of your insecurities. You’re not dreaming right now. That you didn’t hit your head again and blacked out into a cruel dream. It’s real. The jacket is real. He is real. 

You’ve been following Hawks ever since his debut years ago. With his charming personality, laidback attitude, and pretty face, he instantly caught the ideas of fans everywhere. But it was his work ethic and effective use of his quirk that really captured your attention. His abilities as a hero outshined so many other heroes that you would watch on TV. He made his work seem effortless, and he did so without wasting a drop of time. In just mere weeks after his debut, you were easily calling him your favorite hero of all time. He’s amazing and fast and incredible and-

 He’s real, you can’t help but think in relief, he’s real and he’s here and he’s here to SAVE me. 

“Hi there,” He murmurs and just barely loud enough for you to hear over that constant ringing in your ears. You can’t help but feel a little starstruck by his voice. His stare is a little intent, but it's hard to keep focus when the youngest pro to reach a spot in the top ten has you in his arms. Still, he’s a hero, and he’s here to rescue you! It’d be wrong not to return his greeting, after all, right? But as you try your best to slur a response, you're able to recognize the growing look of concern on his face as your vision begins to blur ever so slightly

“You’re not looking too good, aren’t you?” Hawks questions, almost absently as he shifts the arm hooked under your legs to bring you closer to his face. It’s not you who his words are directed to- it’s more of a note for himself, you realize. Your face begins to feel hot with embarrassment as shame starts to overtake you. The feeling of being a burden to your hero is an invasive, nasty thought, and you can’t help but bite at your quivering lip and turn your head away from his gaze. But he’s quick to stop you with a calm, “Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that, alright? I need you to stay still for me right now.”

A quiet whimper escapes your mouth as something soft makes contact with your cheek and pushes your head back to face him. The second he’s back into view, your eyes catch sight onto a fuzzy little red shape that you quickly recognize that it must have been one of his feathers that led your face back to him. But your attention is quickly snatched away as Hawks moves to get a closer look at you. His face is set in a frown, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes narrowed as he leans into you. The front tufts of his hair fall out of place as he moves to hover his face over yours, and you wince as one of them suddenly brushes against your forehead.

“Hmm,” He makes a thoughtful noise from the back of his throat, making eye contact with you before clicking his tongue. “I’m hardly a doctor, but this looks like a concussion. We need to get you treated right away, there’s way too blood to be-”

Hawks cut himself off so suddenly, it’s enough to make you jolt in surprise. He gets into a protective stance quickly; knees bending so he’s a little lower to the ground and wings spread out defensively from behind his back. You weren’t able to move around much because as soon as he jerks his head away from you, his grip tightens. You’re pulled closer to his chest and the arm that’s wrapped around your torso moves up to press your head into his jacket. You can feel the heat radiating from his uniform and the fast beat of his heart. It’s starting to get hard to think, you realize as you slowly blink up at Hawks. All you can see from your current angle is his defined yet tense jaw- an image that’s starting to get too blurry to admire as you struggle to keep focus.  

The familiar feeling of fear creeps up on you again as you’re left wondering what has led Hawks to be on guard. You try to shove your face further into his jacket, just hoping you could disappear. The ringing in your ears is starting to come back. It’s getting a little louder now, and you’re feeling a little dizzy despite being tucked into Hawk’s arms. The pained whimper you let out is a pitiful sound, but it’s all you can do besides weakly cling to your hero’s body. 

Then almost as suddenly as he was earlier, Hawks takes a step to the side. His movements are slow and seemingly calculated- you can tell by the way you barely shift in his arms as he makes his way towards his destination. Step by step by step. Slow but steady. You appreciate the gentle way in which he holds you. The way he proceeds with cautions while you’re in his care feels like a silent necessity. 

You feel awful right now. Exactly the opposite way of how you wanted to meet your favorite hero. But there’s nothing you can do about it. There are no thank-yous that can be said in a voice that slurs all its vowels into consonants and consonants into its vowels. There are no hugs or handshakes from a body that can’t manage to stand up on its own two feet. There’s not even a grateful look to be sent his way because of a head that feels too heavy to move and eyes that want to spend more time closed than open.

There are only a few seconds of movement before you feel him start to crouch down to the ground. He lifts you out of his arms- a movement that sends you whimpering again, but he shushes you quickly before placing you on the ground. He has you laying on your side, and the moment your hip touches the ground, a low groan of pain threatens to come up. You hold it in and silently bare it as Hawks manipulates your body to have your upper half rest against something tall and hard and wide. Your ear and the side of your face make contact with concrete, and you instantly grimace at the rough surface. 

He maneuvers you a little more, trying to find a position for you that's most comfortable while voice speaking to you in a quiet, low tone. You want to hear him. You really do. You want to know what’s going on, why it seems like he’s hiding you somewhere, and how you can get the best civilian for him to rescue as possible. But it’s hard. It’s so hard. It’s so hard when the consistent ringing in your ears makes way for nothing and no one. Not even the great and mighty hero, Hawks. So you opt for looking up at his blurry figure of red and yellow with teary, fogged-over eyes and shaking your head weakly. 

He tries to say something to you again and you can just barely make out the muffled sound of the word “villain” coming from his mouth before he’s leaning away from you and starting to stand up again. You squirm, a soft pleading noise passing through your lips as you reach out and grab at his uniform. You’re scared. No, not scared- beyond scared- at the mention of a potential villain. You’re so lost right now, and he’s all that you have, and as selfish as it is to want him to stay, you can’t help but reach out. He’s all that you have right now. You’re defenseless, weak, and a sitting duck without him here. You need him. You need him- whether he’s the blurry figure of red and yellow or the Pro Hero Hawks- he’s your last hope. Because without him, you’d be nothing. Crushed by the building, bleeding out on the floor, fallen to your death-

“Hey, hey, hey, I need you to do something for me right now, okay?” His voice is suddenly so close to your ear it hurts. “It’s nice and easy but you gotta do it, okay?”

“I can-I can do it.” You gasp out, the words feeling heavy on your tongue yet your voice sounding soft and desperate. You don’t know how you’re able to hear his low whisper over the ringing in your ears, but the second you feel his breath against your ear again your mind goes blank and you’re putty in the Wing Hero’s hands. “I can, I can, I can, I promise.” 

“Then keep your eyes closed for me,” He murmurs, breath fanning against your skin. Your eyes flutter shut at his command, and swallow down whatever nerves you can. You can do this. You can do this. You can be good for Hawks, you promise. “Just keep your eyes shut and don’t make a sound, got it, kid?”

He leans back, and you instantly start to feel scared again. But you ignored the feeling as best as you can. Instead, you focus on squeezing your already heavy eyes shut and forcing yourself to stay awake while making sure not a peep passes through your lips. You’re so silent. You’re so still. You’re certain that neither Hawks nor the person he’s fighting can tell that you’re here too. 

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Hello! I’ve read your work and fallen in love! I don’t know if your requests are open, but I really like the Armin x you x Levi post you wrote🥰 may I please request a smut of this? Thank you!

First of all thank you! I'm so glad you're in love with my work. 😊 Second of all I'm sorry this took a while I got sick and writing smut while being sick is honestly disgusting. Plus I recently fell in love with Saiki K and have been binge watching it . 🤭 N e ways! Hope you enjoy this.

Warnings: Polyamory, threesome, Nsfw content.

Ok you'll be honest with yourself four years ago you didn't expect to be as happy as you are now. 

After you'd grown sick of your living arrangement with your parents. You'd left that life behind. Moving into the small empty bedroom your best friend since your last year of middle school had open in his surprisingly tiny apartment. 

And when you said tiny. You meant tiny. 

Some rooms in the apartment weren't even big enough for someone to stand in with their arms outstretched. Not to mention a couple of your nights were spent huddled next to Armin on the couch with a huge blanket around your bodies because the heat randomly shut off. 

You'd think a situation like that would be worse. But weirdly enough it had been the best for both of you as your relationship had always had a sort of looming sexual tension that went unexplored. 

Long lingering touches to your waist got just a little bit longer while trying to squeeze past you in the bathroom. "Sorry I just need my brush." Armin would whisper. Warm palm against your hip. The ghost of his pelvic bone so close yet so far away. Just the realization making you arch in his grasp. You'd hold his gaze and in the back of your mind you could watch the soft slither of his tongue as it wet his gorgeous pink lips so many times over. 

Of course it escalated with neither of you ever saying a word about your feelings. You spraying water from the sink on a shirtless Armin during a heat wave that just wouldn't let up as he walked into the kitchen wearing only grey sweatpants. (Yup.. only sweatpants.) The way they hung so low on his hips practically begging for your tongue to stretch across the expanse of his pelvis. 

Him hugging you tight around the waist for literally any reason he could think of. (And he found a new reason everyday.)

And then it escalated a little further.. you pulling back the shower curtain to "complain" about him eating your leftovers. Him pulling you into his lap while the two of you watched tv. 

And one day it just ended. And by ended it meant you two opened a bottle of wine on New Years and the ball wasn't the only thing that dropped. He had you laying ass up, legs spread and pussy sobbing as he rocked your hips for eight fucking hours with no stop. Did that table break? During hour five but Armin managed. 

And then you guys moved. After a mutual agreement that the two of you were aware of each other's feelings and wanted to be together. You'd both managed to pool enough money together to afford a bigger place with two bedrooms. One unused and one that was immediately broken in with Armin over stimulating you the second the boxes were halfway unpacked. 

Fast forward to a man named Levi moving in across the hall, him developing feelings for you over a long period of seeing you daily thanks to his best friend absolutely adoring you and constantly inviting herself into you and Armin's home.

After a while you'd started picking up on the signs of his affection too. His long glances that sometimes didn't even break when you looked back at him. The little gifts that began to show up at your door. The way he'd bring over food when he knew Armin wasn't home. 

Once you'd started to develop feelings too Armin allowed you a night. One night to see if those feelings were actually real and what they might mean. Cue a night of carriage rides, roses (lots and lots of roses), stargazing and a kiss that damn near floored you and it was more than one night. 

Two nights and Levi had had you on his couch with him snuggled in what would soon become your favorite blanket. Three nights and Levi had you eating his mom's homemade spaghetti. And by a week you were begging for Levi to fuck you harder, fingers shaking on his white tiled kitchen floor. His relentless thrusts still causing your thighs to tremble hours after. 

He looked so lost in bliss in a way you'd never seen him before and you hugged onto him so tight you didn't even go back to Armin that night. Just curled up under your favorite blanket on his couch with his cock nestled deep inside you. His kisses littering your face till the moment you fell asleep. 

It was definitely a cause for fear. An unrelenting kind and you sat down on the couch with Armin the next day explaining how deeply you loved them both. Only to be shocked when he brought up the topic of polyamory. It definitely shocked you a ton when Armin agreed to it after some explanation of his own feelings but the real surprise was Levi explaining how he'd also thought about it and would be up for it. 

And thus began the beautiful bloom of a poly relationship after him and Armin had gotten better acquainted. You know after you guys all moved because Levi hated living in the apartment. 

The three of you left to live in a gorgeous house. (For once you were living in a place with more than one floor and an island in the kitchen.) A place you'd been calling home for over a year now. 

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Your breath hitched soft moans stuttering off your lips. You don't even remember who started it but here you and Armin were, his breath tickling every bit of your face with sweet languid kisses. One hand brushing over every curve you possessed while the other was softly brushing in between your pussy lips. 

Your body perched in his lap as he sat against the headboard. Pillows scattered around the two of you as you writhe and begged for more of his touch. 

You were probably drawing blood where you were grasping his shoulders but you couldn't even begin to think about it. Armin's warm breath tickling your lips in a soft chuckle. The tips of his fingers softly caressing your clit as you let out little whimpers of pleasure. 

"You promise you'll moan nice and loud for daddy's fingers?" He asked, closing the distance between your lips with a much slower kiss. 

"Yes." You could feel his nail brush inside and you almost buried his fingers but his harsh grip on your ass paused your movements. Your thighs shook and you rubbed your forehead against his. Leaned into his broad chest with both hands. "Please daddy.." 

"Good girl." 

With one more small kiss he laid you out flat on the bed free hand coming up to squeeze your areola. With a tap of your outer thigh you spread for him watching the way his spit dribbled off his lips and directly onto your already wet hole. The mixture making a much wetter sound as he pumped two fingers fully inside. 

With a gasp you yanked the sheets hard, almost squeezing your thighs together. His fingers curling, snatching your breath away. The bed creaked a little as he repositioned himself, stomach flat against the sheets with his mouth on your thighs. Spreading a soft array of little open mouthed kisses. 

"A-Armin.." 

"Keep your ankles in the air, love. I don't wanna punish you tonight." He breathed 

You sucked in a breath, reaching out to hold your ankles. Almost immediately you felt embarrassed by the high pitched moan that fell off your lips at the first long slide of his flat tongue over your pussy lips.

And then right in between them in a beckoning motion over your clit that had you biting into your lip. The smile on his lips so evident over your core. 

You lifted your head in time to watch the slow drip of more of his saliva stretch between your clit and his bottom lip. Tongue immediately outstretched with eyes drawn to your features as he lapped it back up again. 

With his free hand he spread apart your pussy lips a little further giving your clit an almost harsh knead with his thumb. The friction making you cry out and almost drop your legs onto his back. 

His fingers carefully slipped out of you to your own dismay. The slow drag against your walls almost painful, that is until his tongue was sliding in to replace them. Giving your inner walls a massage that made your gaze fall white. 

You felt him hum. Sweet vibrations flowing through your cunt as he slurped down every bit of your juices. His arms snaking around your legs to yank you so much closer as he pushed his tongue impossibly deeper. 

"Daddy.." You begged 

"Shh, keep moaning for me baby.." He hummed, flicking your clit with his thumb. 

You obeyed with an arch that probably could've launched you off the bed if not for Armin's tight hold. Your eyes squeezed shut, brain going completely empty. 

"Such a good girl." He breathed "So good for daddy." 

The pad of his tongue stretched over both sides of your lips with little nibbles. Sucking the skin into his mouth roughly. You could feel his eyes on you, practically see those bright blues pop with lust as he pressed his tongue back inside with languid thrusts. 

Your heartbeat pounded in your ear and you felt the hold he had on your legs loosen. His two fingers delving and sliding back into your warm fluttering cunt. The overwhelming pleasure forcing your hands back on the bed holding out for dear life. 

"Daddy.. daddy please.." You cried 

"Getting close baby?" When you nodded vigorously he smirked. "Come on baby almost there." He hummed 

He sped up his tongue, fingers stretching you open quickly adding another. Your breath caught with a high pitched cry that left tears  flowing over your cheeks. An endless chorus of his name flooding off your lips. His own moans sending vibrations through your core. 

Your stomach tightened, toes curling in the air as you tried and failed to steady your breathing. One of your hands unfurled itself from the sheets now sticking to your sweat soaked body. Carding it in the beautiful blond locks between your legs. 

"Baby.. baby I'm about to-" He sucked your clit into his mouth and your eyes went hazy, head falling back. 

"Finish baby, come on.." He whispered 

Your lips spewed curse words between every breath lost. When his fingers tapped smoothly against your g-spot you knew that was it for you. And with one last shudder you came around his fingers, screaming his name as your orgasm racked over you in a loud burst. 

And he licked up every drop, nose buried to collect it all like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. 

"A-Armin.." You shuddered body flush and hazy. 

His fingers feel wet, a combination of your pussy juices and the sweat between both your bodies. You slowly blinked in the darkness combing strands of his hair back as your lips made contact. The mixture of your taste and his on your tongue, in an almost overwhelming way. 

You tensed under him. Hands stretching over every part of him you could reach only for him to back away a bit. With your nails still gently grazing over your back he pressed his damp forehead into yours, fingers sweeping over every bit of bare skin. 

With barely any warning he hoisted you to your feet next to the edge of the bed. And you reached out for his shoulders as he slipped his boxers down his legs. Inching himself back up to the headboard. 

"Take a seat." He gestures, laying back. 

He's got a hand around your waist in seconds. His cock soon just below you, so so close to where you wanted it. Where you needed it so badly. 

Your knees came down on both sides of him, carefully administering your weight evenly until every inch of his hot cock was stretching you open. His tip soon resting firmly against your cervix like it always did and you both relinquished a sweet gasp. 

"F-fuck.. so full.." You huffed 

It felt like it had been so long when in reality it'd probably only been a week. And yet you were moaning like you'd been starved of him. Rocking your hips like he'd punished you with no cock for months. 

Suddenly his arm wrapped itself around your waist again. He hoisted you up with a strong hold moaning directly in your ear as he thrusted up into you like it was the first time. His knees pressing your thighs open.

A hiss falling off your lips as he kissed over your shoulder and collar. Hands squeezing both your breasts like they were his personal stress balls. 

You hadn't been aware of how hard Armin was going until the rough knocks of the bed hitting the walls finally began to settle in your ear. But you could barely care Armin's cock was hitting every spot inside of you and your leg was starting to twitch where it was forced outward. 

His breath grew more ragged with every thrust. Sweat dripping off your forehead onto his. His sweet murmurs of praise turning you on even harder.

"Love, you take me so well.. You're doing so amazing…." He moaned 

You leaned your head into him, feeling that sweet familiarity deep in the pit of your stomach. You reached around to the back of his head, yanking a little rougher than intended on his scalp. 

The uneven slaps of your skin meeting managed to keep the two of you distracted  until the sound of the door practically slamming into the wall shook you both to a halt. 

Levi's dry sigh filled the once noisy bedroom. "Do you two have to make so much noise? I'm busy with a work project." 

Despite Levi's gripes Armin angled his cock back towards your g-spot barely grazing it but it was enough to force a little mewl from your lips. 

He laughed, pulling you a little closer. "Mm sorry Levi. Didn't know we were being so loud." 

There was a small glint in Levi's eyes. The quick dart of his pupils to where you and Armin were joined and then back up to your face putting a devious grin on your face. 

"You should take a break, daddy." You said 

"Tch." Levi huffed, "This thing needs to be done by tomorrow. I don't have time for this." 

You reached out for him with one arm. An arm that unsurprisingly didn't even reach close to him from his stance near the bedroom door. By this point Armin's thrusts were going at almost the same pace as before. Not as rough but enough to resume the gentle rock of the bed. 

You let out a soft moan as Levi took the bait, slowly walking over to the bed. His finger carding affectionately through your tousled hair. He leaned in, pecking your kiss swollen lips. 

If there was anything you knew for a fact about Levi it was that he always had a hard time saying no to you. 

To be completely honest it didn't surprise you that Levi was already more than a little hard. Though it did surprise you how easily he gave in today. Watching with unchanged expression as you pulled his belt from the loops and buckle, undoing it with a light clatter which quickly followed the almost inaudible sound of his zipper being pulled down.. 

You let out a relaxed hum, lip pressed between your teeth at the sight before you. His thick cock poking out over the hem of his underwear. You grasped at the sheets with one hand a little shaky as you slipped his boxers down over his ass until they pooled at his ankles. 

Armin slipped his hand under you right up against your stomach. Levi immediately followed suit already knowing what he was doing. He stepped over to the edge of the bed as Armin laid you down on your stomach. Levi's wet tip dangling in front of your lips. Before you could even register it Armin had your hips in the air slipping all the way back inside with a loud gasp. 

Meanwhile you were wetting your lips. Hand curving up and down the length of his dick. You inched forward on your elbows to slowly surround Levi's dick in the warm confines of your mouth. The hiss he let out sending shivers over your spine.

"How's it feel? I know how much you love taking two dicks." Levi grunted 

Armin reached forward, tugging your hips in close with one hand. The other hand on your ass as leverage. Allowing him to ease out to his tip before slamming back inside. Your eyes rolling back with pleasure. 

As if it wasn't already difficult enough to take Levi he wasn't even fully hard yet. Just expanding in your mouth as you coaxed your throat into relaxing enough to slide every thick inch down. 

"I know that pretty mouth can do so much better than this." He reaches out with zero warning to grab a fist full of your hair. Yanking you forward with barely any restraint. 

Though you must admit the sound that leaves his throat when he does is almost worth the tears pricking over your hollowed cheeks. 

"Baby I'm so fucking close.. I'm gonna fill your pussy." Armin sighs, his hand comes down to wrap around the base of your throat angling your mouth into Levi's rough thrusts. 

Your heart is hammering but you close your mouth as best as possible without biting to take Levi's cock. Already feeling the effects on your jaw as he presses in a little harder with a deep moan. 

By now his cock is fully hard rocking you back into Armin with deep rough thrusts that almost make you gag. 

"That's my g-irl.." Levi grunts, even though they're small his nails dig into your scalp so roughly you could swear you felt something trickling down to the back of your neck. 

You grip the bed sheets with both your toes and fingers, the creaking around you unmistakable. 

"I'm cumming.. I'm cumming!" Armin cries out and you'd honestly give anything to see his gorgeous blue eyes roll back and the little smile that curves against his lips as he climaxes. 

You finish just a couple seconds ahead of him. Eyes unfocused where they roll into shut. Little sounds muffled by the thick dick stretching open your throat. The feeling of Armin's cum flooding your walls makes you whimper and he lets out the softest moan as his orgasm slowly whittles away. 

Your gaze soon fixes on Levi only to be met with the prettiest tint of pink brushed right up against his cheeks. His eyes pressed tightly closed, lips parted over every harsh breath. 

It didn't take long for the sweet drag of Armin's cock to begin again. His light touches to your spine making you arch a little higher. 

"You look so fucking pretty, you know that?" Armin mummered, cock slamming into your g-spot. "Doesn't she look gorgeous, Levi?" He asked with a little whimper. 

Levi's eyes fluttered open a hint of a smirk cresting on his lips. "Like she's gonna.. pass out.." He combed your hair back again gripping it a little tighter forcing your head up. He paused at the back of your throat. "Can't take it baby? Want me to pull out?" 

You grunted at every slam of Levi's dick until that all too familiar sound flooded your ears, followed by almost every curse in the english language. 

"You're doing so well.. f-uck.." He moaned "Swallow my cum.. swallow it. I'm almost there.." 

Levi hoisted his leg up against the already shaky foot of the bed using as much leverage as possible. His fingers tugging your head forward on every pump of his thick cock. Mixing with the loud gasps of Armin behind you as he also neared his end. 

And with one more deep thrust Levi was spilling down your throat with a choked groan. Cock head nestled deep in your tired throat holding you still as his orgasm flooded from his body. 

You were a little relieved when he stepped back allowing your jaw to relax. The still wet tip pressing sweetly against your lips. 

"Such a pretty girl.." He said, so low you thought you imagined it. 

"Switch with me." You heard Armin say 

You sighed as his cock left you, feeling yourself immediately being flipped onto your back. His large hands coming down from where he now stood over you to perfectly envelop your breasts. Meanwhile Levi was pulling your hips close and sliding in as effortlessly as he always did. 

"Levi!" You threw your head back 

Armin smirked over you, his hands kneading a little rougher. You arched into his touch pressing the balls of your heels into Levi's back, pushing him just a little deeper- 

God it was perfect. The feeling of his dick so much different from Armin's but honestly just as perfect. The moan you let out was downright pornographic and you pressed your head back into Armin's thigh. 

One of Armin's hands came up to your face brushing aside your hair soaked in tears. "You look perfect. But I wanna make you more perfect." 

He pulled himself off the bed, sliding a hand over your cheek. "I wanna paint your face baby. It's so perfect.." He mumbled already pumping his long dick over your face. "You'll let me right.." He whimpered 

When he leaned in again it was to press a little kiss to your lips. "P-please.." 

The curve of his lips made your heart flutter in your chest. "Mm.. let Levi see when I'm finished." 

One of Armin's hands sat rather aggressively on the edge of the bed. And you could see the way every vein in his hand moved. Grip tightening a little with every pump of his cock, back and forth his knuckles practically ripping through his skin. 

You gasped as Levi leaned over you, fat cock pressing into your G-spot. "Stop ignoring me." He grunted 

He slid his teeth beneath your earlobe administering a barrage of sweet nibbles mixed with more aggravated bites. 

"Levi.. Levi!!" 

Armin gasped above you, "Almost there.." He moaned 

A bright white was starting to take over your vision as you shut your eyes, mouth hung open for Armin's cock with absolutely no sound coming out as Levi continued to use your tired pussy. 

Small huffs of fuck littering the air. You bore your nails into Levi's back and chest. His leg shaking against you as he pushed through his last thrusts. 

"I-I'm.. I- shit!" Armin came first, missing Levi's head by a hair (literally) as ropes of hot cum plopped onto your face, you barely registering it as your own orgasm hit you like a two ton truck. Levi's thumb coaxing small spasms from you through your clit. 

Levi huffed, face scrunched, lip bitten and eyes shut as he came for the second time with a hard gasp. 

The room went quiet for what couldn't have been any longer than 2 minutes before Armin was pulling himself up from where he'd slumped over the bed. 

"Levi, look how sexy she looks with my cum all over her face." He cooed 

It stuck to your eyelids as you blinked though ultimately chose to keep your eyes shut. You felt Levi's small chuckle and the brief feeling of him slipping out of you to your own disappointment.

"Open baby." Armin said 

As soon as you did his fingers slipped into your mouth. The salty/sweet residue of his cum littering your tongue. Quickly joined by Levi who swiped his thumb across your eyelids before pressing it into your mouth. 

"How're you feeling?" Armin asked as you opened your eyes slowly. 

You blinked in their faces standing above you with a small smile. "Tired." 

"You can't sleep until you've washed off. It'll be better for you anyway." Levi replied, heading into the bathroom. 

Armin quickly followed after carefully lifting your fatigued body off the bed. It took a couple minutes for Levi to get the temperature to perfect but once he did you slowly felt yourself sinking into perfectly warm water. 

The soreness in every part of your body already beginning to dissipate as you leaned back against the edge of the tub. 

"We did a number on you hmm?" Armin asked, carding your hair back. 

"I'll make you some tea once you're cleaned up. Then we can cuddle under your favorite blanket." Levi said 

"Thank you guys but I feel like I could fall asleep here." You say lifting your thighs for Levi to clean under. 

"I promise I'll pay you back big time tomorrow." Armin replied, rubbing your arm with soap. 

Your lips curled up deviously, "Now that I look forward to." You grab his chin pulling him into you, pecking his lips. 

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Small Gods: Patience - 1

Patience:  A Black Widow Fanfic

Patience Masterlist | More Small Gods

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count:  1611

Warnings: Language, guns, (smut, angst, and canon typical violence on series)

Synopsis: Every day Natasha prays for more patience to deal with a litany of things from waiting for her target to make a move - to not yelling at Clint for putting empty milk containers back in the fridge.

When her prayers are answered, Natasha finds that having patience is easy, holding on to it is a little harder.

A/N: Reader is a minor god.

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Chapter 1

Natasha stood on the edge of the building watching the chaos break out below her.  The team was supposed to be infiltrating a new underground crime group to figure out where a drop-off was happening.  They’d had men on a street corner no one had managed to clock, and it had just happened to be the one Steve was observing, and they’d spotted him.  That had made the whole crew antsy and then they’d wanted to change locations for the meet.  That had meant a sudden scramble to relocate everyone, so they could keep monitoring the situation.  Tony had nearly been spotted as they did and ended up having to leave the area completely so it looked like another normal New York City Iron Man sighting.  To top that off, Sharon’s comms had just stopped working completely and so no one had any idea what the group was actually saying.  It had been a series of fuck-ups and she knew she would have to get down into the mess soon the way things were going, but she was waiting to see if Clint could salvage it as he bumbled along the street acting stupid so that he could ‘accidentally bumped into his old friends Sharon’ and get some ears back on the scene.

“God, grant me patience,” she sighed.  It was a prayer that had become commonplace for her.  She’d use it when she was on an undercover mission where she had to pretend to be much less intelligent than she was.  She used it when she helped patch up Clint’s cuts after he’d spent a whole day being incredibly agile and dexterous, only to trip over his doormat and land face-first into a cactus he didn’t even know he owned.  She used it when Tony went on one of his rambling stories that she already knew.  She used it when she had to watch Steve jump off yet another stupidly high point for no reason other than he had to be their first.

“I’m not sure, Natalia,” a voice coming from way too closer said.  “I’m not sure that’s what you actually want.”

She spun around, quickly assuming a defensive position.  You stood at the corner of the building, completely relaxed.  You had dark sunglasses on and what looked like a faux leather jacket and large black boots.  You were leaning against the wall slightly and twirling a lollipop in your mouth, and despite the fact that on just about anyone else she’d think they were trying too hard, you seemed effortlessly cool.

“Who are you?”  Natasha snarled.

“Patience,” you said simply.

“Don’t tell me to be patient when you’ve just snuck up on me in the middle of a mission.  Tell me what you want, or I’ll send that piece of candy through the back of your throat.”

You laughed and held up your hands. “Okay, killer,” you teased.  “Relax.  I wasn’t telling you what to do.  I was saying that’s who I am.”

Natasha quirked her eyebrow at you.  “So your name is Patience, and you sit around waiting for people to pray for patience and you pop out thinking it’s a funny joke?  You know how close to death you just came right now?  I’m in the middle of something.  Go away before you get someone hurt.”

Natasha spun back to look down at Sharon who was now talking to Clint.  She saw the quick sleight of hand as they exchanged mic packs.

“Patience isn’t my name,” you laughed.

Natasha rolled her eyes, hoping to cling on to the last remaining patience she had rather than breaking your neck. That would just lead to a lot of paperwork.  “You said it was.”

“No,” you said, straightening up and reaching into your inner jacket pocket.

Natasha pulled her gun and pointed at you.  “Don’t even think about it.”

You pulled your hand out with a business card pinched between your thumb and index finger.  You raised your hands and flicked the card up so it was held between your index and middle finger.  “I said I was patience,” you said, taking a few steps toward her.  Natasha’s fingers twitched on the trigger finger as she tried to read your intention.  “You’ve been praying to me a lot lately.  I thought I’d show up.  But - you’re obviously not ready yet.”  You offered the card to Natasha and she took it without taking her eyes off you.  “Now… count to two hundred, and then go down the fire escape.  Agent Carter will be fine until then, and that will get you there exactly when you need to be.”

“What?”  Natasha asked, now completely confused.

“Just a suggestion,” you answered and casually strode off to the stairwell, leaving Natasha alone on the roof, completely perplexed over what had just happened.  She looked down at the business card.  Embossed in gold on the glossy black card were your name, address, and phone number.  There was no mention of a job or business or even the word patience that you had kept bringing up.

Natasha furrowed her brow and tucked the card into her pocket.  She wasn’t a trusting person by nature, but she had enough experience with magic to know not to completely ignore what you said.  She counted to two hundred as she paid close attention to what was happening in the street.  As she carefully made her way down to the fire escape, there was a commotion and Sharon drew her gun.  People scattered as a large van pulled up and armed men spilled out.

Natasha cursed under her breath as the street broke out in utter chaos.

“How did you even get there so fast?”  Sharon asked.

Thanks to your warning, Natasha had gotten there at the perfect time to take out most of the gunmen before they’d even shouldered their weapons.  In the end, while the plan hadn’t exactly gone how everyone had wanted it, and they still needed to actually find where they were operating from, they had made a lot of arrests, and thanks to Natasha, lots of innocent lives had been saved from being caught in the crossfire.

“There was this woman…”  Natasha started, not quite sure how to explain your strange appearance and departure from the rooftop.

“Oohhh…” Clint teased.  “Nat got the hots for some hot Chiquita.”

“Gross, Clint,” Natasha snarked.  “Don’t be a letch.”  Clint held up his hands in surrender and Natasha let out a long breath.  “It was weird though.”

“How was it weird?”  Steve said, sitting forward in his chair.  “Anything we need to worry about?”

Natasha shrugged.  “I don’t know - maybe,” she said.  “She said she was patience.”

Clint snorted.  “You definitely need to find her then,” he teased. Natasha swatted him on the back of the head.  “See,” he complained, rubbing his head.

“So her name was Patience?”  Steve said, opening up a drop-down screen above the coffee table.  “FRIDAY, do we have any record of a Patience as a member of any known criminal organizations.”

“Her name wasn’t Patience,” Natasha said, pulling the card out of her pocket and handing it to Steve.  “She said she was patience.”

“What does that mean?”  Steve asked, typing the details into the computer.

Natasha shrugged.  “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Tony chuckled.  “I like the idea of anthropomorphic adjectives walking around.”

“Patience is a noun, Tony,” Bruce scolded.  “And so is Tony.”

“You know what I mean,” Tony said, waving his hands around.  “You can feel patient, you can’t feel Tony.”  He paused for a moment.  “Not unless you asked nicely.”

“Maybe she’s some kind of god,” Clint said.  Everyone turned to him and Natasha raised her eyebrow.  Sometimes Clint would say things that were so simple and so profoundly intelligent that she wasn’t sure if he just blindly stumbled into the answer or he was an actual genius.

“Is that a thing?”  Sam asked.  “Just random gods of emotions?”

Natasha shrugged.  “I have no idea.  It’s a pity Thor isn’t here, we could ask him.  But she did say I’d been praying to her.”

Clint snorted.  “Sounds about right.”

“But Thor’s not a real god, is he?”  Steve said.  “Wasn’t the theory that he’s just an alien that lives a long time and humans just decided he was a god?”

“The dude makes lightning, Cap,” Sam teased.  “Maybe he’s not the only place it comes from, but he can definitely create it and control it.  Why can’t there be the equivalent for something like patience.”

Clint snatched the card from Steve and shoved it into Natasha’s hands.  “I say you call her.”

“You just want Nat to stop smacking you on the back of the head,” Bucky snorted.

“No, I want to see my best friend get laid,” Clint said, folding his arms across his broad chest.  “I bet someone who can command patience would be great at sex.”

“And…?”  Bucky pressed.

“And I don’t want to get clocked on the back of the head anymore,” Clint muttered.

Everyone laughed and Natasha looked down at the card, spinning it around in her hand.

“You look like you’re considering it, Red,” Tony mused.  “What was she like?”

“Cryptic,” Natasha replied.  “Cool.”

“Was she hot?”  Clint asked.

“I think so,” Natasha said.

“So call her,” Sharon shrugged.  “She helped me out.  She can’t be all that bad.”

Natasha nodded.  “At the very least I might get some answers.”

“And who knows, Nat,” Clint said.  “Maybe she’ll be able to teach you a trick or two.”

Natasha bit the inside of her cheek trying not to laugh, and wishing she had a little bit of that patience right now.

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