#I fumbled so hard with the coat tbh

[catacosmo]

[shadowdaddies]

Could you write some A/B/O smut for the batboys (x reader or just among themselves)

I love how much you write in response to recs so I’m super excited xx love your writing style so much

hi! thank you so much for the kind words💜 I thought about just doing the batboys but tbh I'm not sure what their dynamic would be so I went with batboys alphas and omega reader. I tried to do my research on this, so I'm sorry if this isn't really accurate to the omegaverse but I hope you enjoy it💜

Spontaneity

poly!batboys x f!reader omegaverse AU

WARNINGS: smut, truly this is pwp, a/b/o dynamics, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, anal sex, dp, breeding kink obvi, minors dni, not proofread

Your boots crunched against the white snow, pressing it down as you walked down a street in Windhaven with Emerie. The small talk you were holding with your friend was quickly interrupted when the heads of nearly every male on the street turned towards you, nostrils flaring as they tracked you with predatory gazes.

You and Emerie both clocked their looks instantly, realization dawning as you began to feel the symptoms of spontaneous heat. Your scent was growing stronger by the minute, the sweet pheromones drawing every beta in the camp towards your path. 

You knew there was limited time for you to reach your nest before your desire turned blinding, turning to Emerie as you frantically explained the plan. 

“I need you to get a healer until my mates can get here. Send them to the cabin, please,” you pleaded, anxiously backing away as you prepared to run for it. Emerie nodded, turning back as she went in search of your alphas’ healer, Madja. 

Fleeing through the snow, you fought the urges threatening to take over as your body’s cravings intensified. You managed to stumble through the door to the warded cabin, calling out helplessly to the empty home as your vision blurred. 

Your clothes were too restrictive, burning hot against your skin as you clawed desperately to remove them. You shed your coat, untying your boots as you scrambled up the staircase to your nested bedroom. 

The moment you opened the door, the lingering scents of your alphas greeted you, slick already dripping down your legs as you moaned at the smell. Crawling over the edge of the mattress, your head fell back against the pillows as you struggled to get your pants down. 

A plea echoed in your mind - relief, relief, relief - as you shimmied your pants down to your ankles. A scream of frustration left your lips as you brought your fingers to your clit, the wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortable. Rubbing your clit was getting you nowhere - you needed to be filled, needed a healer, an alpha, anything. 

Your frustrated cries drowned out the sound of the door opening, your small fingers curled inside of you doing little to ease the desire burning within. 

“Fuck, baby,” Rhys breathed, violet eyes wide as he took in the sight of you, sprawled and sweating on the bed. 

“Rhys, Alpha, please. I need a heat suppress... A healer. Emerie-“ you fumbled for the words, unable to even ask for what you needed to take the edge off as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay sweet girl. I’m here to take care of you. What do you want, little one?” Rhys cooed, eyes filled with adoration as his fingers gripped your chin, directing your focus to him.

Your tongue instinctively darted out, licking his thumb in silent request. He growled, slipping the digit into your mouth as you mewled, sucking as you stared at him with wide eyes. 

“I need you inside of me,” you mumbled around his finger. Your words weren’t clear, but your alpha knew exactly what you needed as his clothes were spirited away. The sound of his hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen drew a pathetic mewl from you, slick somehow building further as you struggled for breath.

Rhys pulled his thumb from your mouth, circling around to the edge of the bed, where your ankles were still trapped in the confines of your pants. Instead of undressing you, Rhys gripped your ankles, pulling them over his head as he locked himself within your legs. A guttural groan escaped him, eyes rolling back as your scent filled his senses. 

“Rhys, please. I need you now,” you pleaded, tears brimming as you clenched around nothing. Your alpha did not keep you waiting, pulling your hips down to the edge of the bed as he guided his cock inside of you, the both of you releasing lewd moans at the feeling of his swelled cock fully seated. “Move,” you whispered, wriggling as much as you could in his restrictive hold. 

Rhys loved having you at his mercy like this, smugness filling him at being the only alpha here as he drew his hips back, slamming into you. Relief flooded through you, feeling euphoric as your cravings were finally sated. Your head lolled to the side, shifting up and down against the mattress with Rhys’s thrusts as you registered Cassian walking through the door. 

“Oh, my sweet girl. I heard about your heat,” he crooned, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You nodded helplessly, still bouncing on Rhys’s dick as your mouth began to water, your need for Cassian building with each inhale you took of his scent.

Your eyes flicked to his face, Cassian’s hazel eyes watching your mouth fly open in a moan as Rhys hit deep inside of you. “Please, please,” you breathed, hand fumbling in a weak attempt to palm your alpha’s cock through his pants. “I need to suck you,” you begged, earning a moan from both Rhys and Cassian as the latter quickly stripped himself of his clothing.

Cassian climbed to the top of the mattress, legs spreading as his scent filled the air, cock proudly on display. Rhys flipped you over, your ass in the air as he shoved your pants the rest of the way off. Practically drooling, you leaned down and took Cassian in your mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum on your lips as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he praised, his words spurring you on as you took him as deep as you could. Rhys thrust back inside of you without warning, eliciting a muffled scream as you gagged around Cassian’s cock. His hand found your hair, wrapping it around his wrist as you bounced like a rag doll between him and Rhys.

“Fuck,” Rhys murmured, landing a smack to your ass as his knot grew inside of you, locking you in place as you felt his warm seed fill you up. Cassian groaned as he watched your face, your jaw going slack around him as you reveled in the feeling of Rhys’s release. 

“Gods, I’m going-“ Cassian pulled away just in time, his knot shrinking back as he held your mouth away from him. Rhys pulled out, long fingers pushing his cum back inside of you, a moan leaving him at the sight. 

“Where- where is Az?” You breathed, suddenly feeling the intensity of your heat at the realization of your missing alpha. Cassian and Rhys exchanged a quick glance before you heard movement downstairs, boots thudding against the wood before Azriel appeared in the doorway, sweat dripping from his brow.

“I was in Velaris. I’m here now baby, I’ve got you,” he cooed, leaning down to bring you in for a searing kiss. “What do you want from me, sweet girl?”

“I need you both. Now,” you commanded breathlessly, looking between him and Cassian. With a nod, Azriel removed his clothing, Rhys gently flipping you back on your back where Cassian pulled you against his chest. His cock brushed against your core, collecting the mix of your slick and Rhys’s cum as he lined himself up with your rear entrance.

With a nod from you, Cassian pushed inside, his large cock stretching your asshole deliciously. A mewl escaped you as you felt Azriel’s hand on your clit, thumb rubbing circles as he teased. 

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing so good for us,” Rhys murmured, settling next to you on the bed as he peppered kisses down your neck and chest. He smiled with pride when your jaw dropped, the sensation of Azriel pushing into your cunt, rubbing against Cassian’s cock through your thin walls almost too much for you.

Vision fading in and out, you heard vague and muffled praises as Cassian and Azriel took alternating thrusts inside of you, Rhys’s hands and mouth licking and tugging your nipples as every part of your body was stimulated.

With a scream, you clawed at the sheets as Cassian’s knot swelled inside of you, his release warm in your ass as Azriel continued pounding into you. Someone’s fingers found your clit, a chuckle sounding in your ear as you whimpered at the overstimulation. 

Your mind reeled as what might have been another orgasm crashed through you, the constant intense pleasure too much for you to register as you felt Azriel’s knot grow inside of you. Cassian leaned down to press kisses on your shoulder, Rhys continuing his words of praise as your final alpha’s seed filled you. 

The heat which had consumed you now faded away, deep contentment and sleepiness overwhelming your senses as you struggled to stay awake. You were vaguely aware of Azriel crawling up the bed, several sets of hands wrapping around your waist as you laid back against a muscled chest. 

“Sleep, little one. We’ll be here,” Rhys murmured in your ear as you drifted off, deeply sated and peaceful in your mates’ arms.

[unohanadaydreams]

Hi! I'm so happy you do stuff for bleach. It is honestly so hard finding good writers. I love your work! I was wondering if I could request a NSFW HC of Grimmjow, Kenpachi, and a third of your choice reacting to reader walking in on them jerking off?

Please and thank you ❤

Notes: The magic of tumblr's tagging system actively working against being a system for finding tagged posts--there's a robust lil circle of Bleach x reader blogs tbh!!

But also, yes, of course I can write this omg.

Features: SMUT, all sexy and consensual (even with Mayuri, I know.....).

Reader Doesn't Know How To Knock HCs (Grimmjow, Kenpachi, & Mayuri):

Grimmjow Jagerjaquez:

He fumbles the phone in the hand not working on getting himself off. The only thing he's embarrassed about his lapse in awareness; guess porn, his boner, and his surroundings were too much to keep tabs on for a guy used to the solitary silence of Hueco Mundo.

After the initial hiccup, he relaxes. It's just you.

Laying the phone down, the screen faced up, subdued moaning from the speakers beginning to grow louder, Grimmjow leans back and spreads his legs wider. Gives you the full view of his spit-soaked hands twisting his hard-on.

More strings of aqua hair fall to obscure his vision as he picks up the pace, encouraged by you still being stuck in the doorway.

Smug and breathing hard enough to color his words, Grimmjow calls out to you. "Are ya gonna join me or what?"

Kenpachi Zaraki:

His uniform is puddle of fabric on the bathroom floor at his feet. The length of his back is hunched as his balls slap against the wall he's leaning on. Focused, he's slow to hear anything beyond his titillating thoughts.

There's no water running, but the heat of the room is still tangible.

He stops when he notices you, straightening out to his full height, hand still wielding a hard cock. Up-right, Kenpachi is too big for the room, his mussed faux-hawk brushing the ceiling.

Shrugging with a sharp smile, he gestures to the stool near opposite him, "Wanted to get it done with before cleaning up. C'mere and I'll get you off too."

He doesn't move to grab you, just waits to see if you'll be in or out of the bathroom when you close the door.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi:

There is as little of himself vulnerable as possible. Both his hands are twisting over his cock in small, precise movements as though to guard himself from perception.

Heavy white and black make up coats his teeth as he sneers up at you from where he's sat against the tub. Biting his lips to keep silent seems entirely in vain with you practically standing over him.

He'd ensured you would be far away, the little blip of your tracker in his compact map showing you in the Rukongai, Akon in the lab, and Nemuri begrudgingly being allowed to play.

The phone in your hand is new, modern, and most assuredly Urahara's work. And Urahara is in the Rukongai now.

Mayuri wants to render himself a pile of goo, a substance able to slip down the drain, and away from the moment. But more deeply, secretly, and pressingly he wants you.

Voice rising above his embarrassment, he says, "Cease your gawking, shut the door, and sit here. No, right there!"

[niksfics]

↬ FATE

↬ PAIRINGS: kenma x f!reader (side aka rebound mention) miya atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: a whole lotta angst, breakup, it’s an online relationship, kenma is cold and hurts ur feelings

↬ SUMMARY: your relationship with kenma really had felt like the last one. He was it, turns out he didn’t have similar feelings.

↬ A/N: alright loves!! This isn’t proofread at all it’s 2 in the morning I’ll edit when I wake up, butttt Thanks to my lovely ex girlfriend you are now being graced with this steaming pile of trash. (Lovely was not meant sarcastically at all she is in fact very lovely.) Ngl almost, if not all of this story is about my relationship with my ex gf. This is how I cope people. ￫ It’s taken me awhile to actually be able to right something that’s why things kinda stopped. Tbh after she broke up with me it’s been very hard for me to write so hopefully this helps! And I hope you enjoy!! I would also just like to say if it feels a lil weird it’s cause these are things I’ve actually written in my notes I tweaked it a little to fit the story but it’s straight from the source 😩

WC | 2.5K

You sighed as you opened your notes app. Your eyes scanning over all of the little facts and quirks he had told you about himself. All the stuff you’d wanted to remember. The stuff that had seemed so important to you before. Now it was meaningless, almost like facts about a stranger. Almost as if you hadn’t spent four months learning about and growing with eachother.

You scrolled down a little bit right under, how his favorite marvel character is Spider-Man and you chewed on your lip. Your fingers hovering above the keyboard on your phone. You looked over the facts again. The things he dislikes and the stuff he adores, the things he likes to collect to the way he feels passionately about a certain topic. You begin to type.

Friday June 25th 2022 12:22 Am

I cried again tonight, because I still love you. It’s been a month and six days since we broke up. It feels like there’s a hole in my chest. You seem to be doing fine though, so I’m happy for you! This is the second time since we’ve broken up that I’ve felt actual physical emotional pain in my chest. Remember when I told you how bad it hurt after we broke up? Remember how you didn’t even ask if I was ok? Didn’t even bother to answer. Do you remember that? I remember. I’ve thought about it every day since. I remember it being so bad I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. Wasn’t until I’d called tetsu crying that he’d told me it was just emotional and I should probably try to relax.

I read through our old messages. I’ve never wanted something back so bad. Never wanted to beg anyone to stay till now. I wish you loved me like I love you. I wish I hadn’t grown so attached, wish I hadn’t fallen so deeply into love with you. I wish it wasn’t my fault that we broke up. I wish I wasn’t so fucking scared. I wish I was fearless. Wish I could rise into love bravely. I wish I was brave when it came to you. I keep telling myself it was me. It was me not you. You didn’t love me anymore. You don’t love me anymore and you’re just too nice to say that. So you told me in the only way I could handle. Except you hadn’t used the words you should have. You got bored. We both know it’s true. You were bored of it, and I don’t blame you. I know we’ll never talk again, and part of me is so glad. Another part of me forces myself to read through all our messages though. I wish I could just tell you one last time. I love you.

You sighed saving it before closing out of it. Tears you hadn’t known were falling finally became known to you as they streamed down your cheeks. Your eyes puffy as you wet your lips, the salt of them coating your tongue. You were bitter and so were your tears. I briefly wondered what he was doing right now. Probably playing a video game. You knew his schedule all to well by now. Probably testing out a new game for his stream.

A new set of fresh tears fell as you remembered how you used to call him right before he went on. Being lulled to sleep by his occasionally curses and the clicking oh his controller or his keyboard.

You never expected things to end this way. You really thought he was the last one. Yes it had only been four months, but the way he made you feel. The way that it had felt. It had felt final, and you’d been friends before you even started dating.

You sniffle moving yourself to the kitchen to poor yourself a glass of water as you remembered how nervous you were when you first texted him. You had acumulated quite the crush on him back in high school. As Inarazaki’s manager you were required to go to the games, and even after your team lost you had stuck around. Watched him play and cheered him on. Two weeks later you had begun to text, as friends of course. It wasn’t until four months ago that you’d gotten together.

Your anniversary was only two days prior to your break up. You both had never been one to even care about that stuff. You had agreed early on in the relationship that we wouldn’t do anything due to the distance, and the business of our schedules. You were never one for remembering things like anniversaries anyways.

He really did feel like the one. Sometimes you just know. Sometimes you can just feel it. Like, you know that feeling you get when you know something is off or you know for sure something is about to happen even without being told it’s going to. That’s what it felt like to be with kozume kenma.

You thought you knew, you thought this time, this time its for real. You thought it was finally safe to say, that he was the one. You both had even admitted to looking for each others initials in those stupid soulmate tik tok videos.

You were finally in a mature relationship with someone you could talk about anything to. You had gotten so caught up in it, that you didn’t even see the end creeping up on you.

↝

You’d finally gained the courage to text him again. Unfortunately it was in a drunken daze. Your hands shaking as you fumbled with your phone typing things you’d come to regret in the morning. You’d sent him a series of texts telling him how much you missed him, how you didn’t understand how he was so okay. You had been a wreck that night. One of your friends puking in her toilet as you cried. You were happy of course that he was doing so well, but you’d been a wreck for so long and he hadn’t even changed. You told him you wished you could be okay.

When you’d awoken the next morning hair knotted in a complete mess and wiping drool from your chin your heart had sunk even lower. His response was cold. You knew that kenma could be cold. You knew that it was just who he was, but this particular text had felt so unfeeling and unfamiliar, it was as if he hadn’t even sent it himself. He had only ever talked like this to you once and that was when you first became friends all those years ago.

Kozume ❤️

Hey, it’s okay. And yeah you see what I choose to put up. I could be better. But I choose to stay optimistic and busy. Sorry that things are this way.

You had never seen so many periods in a text before. He only used grammar like that when he was peeved, and maybe you were wrong, maybe he’d done that on purpose, but it had hurt so bad. It had caused an ache so deep in your chest that you weren’t sure if you’d ever even dated him at all.

Yeah.

It was the only thing you could bring yourself to respond back with. How were you supposed to respond to that? You’d stared at it for so long and after you’d sent it you wished you had said more. Wished you would’ve said something more insightful than a simple, heartbroken, “yeah.”

Not too long later there was another ping and you held your breath. His name briefly appearing across your screen.

Yeah. I could be better. But I hope you do well soon. I’m sorry that I can’t really do much to help out

And of course you did the only thing you could do. Deflect. Pretend like you hadn’t said what you’d said not even fourteen hours ago.

No it’s fine. I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry that you could be doing better.

He left you on seen. You knew you sounded like an asshole. At least to you, you felt like an asshole. Why couldn’t you have come up with something else. Why couldn’t you tell him the truth. Tell him how you felt. Tell him that you didn’t think you should be broken up anymore. That the month long cruel joke was over and you were ready to spend your nights falling asleep to him playing video games again. You didn’t though, and you never would. You’re not brave enough, too prideful to even try.

You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat as you realized even if you did beg him. Begged him to take you back. Tell him that you still love him. You were too late, and you just couldn’t be selfish when it comes to him. He is over you and it was so plainly obvious. You know that deep down. Know that he’s moved on, and it kills you inside. So you did the only thing you could do. Try and put it into words.

So as you lay in bed the warm body you let occupy your space sound asleep beside you, his toned blonde hair tousled slightly and you sighed. Finally away from the shenanigans of your friends you took a deep breath before you closed your eyes.

You opened up your notes app again and scrolled past the last entry. You swallowed again as you blinked the tears out of your eyes. Your thumbs beginning to move before you even gave them permission.

Wednesday June 30th 2022 1:39 Am

Here I am again. Stuck. Stuck in the same place I’ve been for so long. You know, I write so beautifully when I’m broken. I’m most of my best work is written when I’m being torn apart. But I just, I can’t seem to find the words. I can’t seem to put it into a document and turn out little story into a different story to cope. Can’t seem to write it out. Can’t seem to move on.

I hovered over the unfollow button on your page today, to keep myself from scrolling through your things again. To keep myself from getting hurt. So I don’t have to be reminded. I want to delete it. Delete where we officially met. On a chat through my screen. I wanna wipe the messages clean. And I’ve tried. Oh how I’ve tried. But I can’t.

I want to delete our conversations. The hours long talks we had, but then, what happens afterwards? What keeps the memories alive. I’d never been so in love with someone before. I’ve never actually…. Been in love before. I thought I’d been in love, but it didn’t feel like that, and losing them never hurt like this. Losing someone has never hurt this bad before.

I’ve never felt the emptiness you left so deep in my very being with anyone I’ve ever met before. I can’t seem to pull myself together. And it’s pathetic I know. It’s pathetic that I’m still here. In the same place I was a month ago. It’s about to be two months we’ve haven’t been together. I’m hurting. Hurting so bad. It’s painful to look at you.

I haven’t deleted the photos even though I probably should. They’re still tucked away in an album in my camera roll labeled “us <3” the one one I made specially just for you. The way I’d been so excited when I was finally ready to tell my friends. I even have this stupid notes folder from when we were dating where I wrote all the little things about you that I never wanted to forget. I find you so endearing. Everything you do. I just couldn’t help but right it down to keep it safe so it never leaves my mind. So that I never forget. But now, forgetting is all I want to do.

I never thought there’d be a time in my life where I was more emotionally stunted that I normally. So stunted I can’t even put this, our split up, into words. Make it something entertaining for somebody else to read. Write a book about it. My publicist keeps asking when the sequel for my book will be done. I don’t know if it’ll ever be finished. I can’t do the one thing I’ve always been good at. I’m crying as I write this.

And I wish it would just end here in this little notes app. Wish the love would die in here. I always think I’m over you and then I see you again, and nowadays your everywhere. A very big hit and I’m happy for you and your success, but seeing you makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

I think I’m over you until I play that stupid fucking game that causes me to scream at my phone, or my laptop in frustration, but I just can’t seem to delete it because I know it’s something that you love. That show we used to talk about. I know you know which one, I can’t seem to watch it without thinking of what was. You’ve ruined it forever cause now it only reminds me of you. I know you’ll never see this, but I like to imagine you can. That my time for closure has somehow come.

When you told me you were sorry that things were this way, it was a real slap in the face. It stopped my false hope. My wishing. It all came to a halt. I’m glad. Glad that you’re happier. That you’re better without me. But god, now I’m so fucked up and I can’t even talk to you.

You were the only person I had left. The only one who understood me. And now you’re gone. You took a part of me with you that night. A part that I’ll never get back. I should’ve known that you would leave. I’ve never been able to get someone to stay for longer than three to four months.

I thought I could let my guard down though. I thought we were in the clear. I’d thought finally. Finally someone is gonna stay. I thought you were my person. I still think that to this day. I thought we were gonna make it. And now I’m with this guy I don’t even like. He’s not you, he doesn’t act like you. He doesn’t like video games like you do.

He doesn’t talk to me like you do. Like you did. But you know how it ended I don’t need to put it here. Unfortunately I’ll always love you even if you don’t love me. This is so scattered, I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy.

With that you closed the app and put down your phone. Plugging in it and as it dinged miya atsumu rolled over in his sleep. He reached for you his hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his strong body.

His gravely voice whispering through sleep, “mmm finally decided to come to bed?” You hum moving an arm under on of his to wrap around his thin waist. “Mhm, thought you might need the company.” You began to draw little shapes and letters against his back as he chuckled, “oh yea? How thoughtful of you princess.”

Suddenly it was quiet and your closed eyes opened to his wide brown ones, his eyebrows furrowing .

“Did you just spell kozume on my back?”

[crybabykiko]

Curaçao

Satoru Gojo x Mirrors (f!reader)

WC: 1.5k

Contents/Warnings: sex under the influence (alcohol), meaningless hookup, Gojo calling reader 'toots' because he can, Gojo is a male thot and enemy of the state but reader is just as bad tbh, pull out method best method, kinda unsanitary hookup (lol bar bathroom), oh and idk how we got to thumb in ass level but we did so that's in there.

A/N: Gojo has toots privileges and that is all I will say.

masterlist

Bars like this aren’t your usual scene.

You figure you’d fare much better in one tonight though, after all, the advertised “Ladies Night” had seen its fair turnout of fresh blood. And the drinks were pretty stiff, so even if you did strike out it wouldn't be in vain if the space between your eyes was fuzzy and your heart was comfortably numb. Absentmindedly stirring at your amf, you hadn’t noticed him sitting next to you until he spoke.

“I’ll have what she's having.”

The voice was a little higher than what you were expecting, but still velvety enough to hold your attention. He slid a card across the table, looking at you through small framed circle lenses.

What kind of douche wears sunglasses in a bar… that’s already dark?

You kept your eyes trained ahead, sneaking small glances at him from your peripheral. But he seemed fixated on you. His eyes never left your frame, not even when the bartender slid him his drink. He sucked the cocktail down, staring daggers through you as he finished it in one go. Where he went after that was unknown. He sort of disappeared into the void of everyone that was out on the dance floor. It wasn’t much of an interaction, but there was something that stirred you enough to know that it wasn’t the end.

3 shots of liquid courage later, and here you were, sucking the curaçao stains off the lips of a beautiful stranger. His hands lazily roamed your body, one hooking a leg up and around his waist. If you had any reservations about what was happening, he wouldn’t have been able to tell- the heat rising on your cheeks and between your legs were the most open invitation you could be giving him.

Quickly, his hands found their way underneath your dress, fingers just barely tapping at your sex as he fumbled with the hems of fabric that blocked him from your folds. Your eyes began to screw shut as his mouth found the sweet spot of your neck, teeth sinking into your soft, perfumed skin.

“We-haaa-sh- We shouldn’t…” you moaned. “N-not here…”

“Then let’s go somewhere more private,” he suggested. You looked at him again, confusion clouding your face both at his suggestion and the fact that you couldn’t see his eyes.

“C’mon then,” he chirped after a second, taking your hand and heading toward the back of the bar.

“I know a place.”

You could taste the anticipation that coated his tongue as your mouths worked in tandem. Pushing you backwards, you both stumbled into the dimly lit bathroom, Gojo making sure to lock the door behind you- but never leaving you un-kissed. This had to be ‘the place.’ It was literally a dirty bathroom, but it would do. It was hard to see, let alone breathe or orient yourself, stopping for a quick second near the sinks to stare at him longingly.  You could finally get a good look at him, sliding his glasses up and over his head. His face was clearly flushed, but beautiful. His eyes were just as blue as the adios you had at the bar, but even more intense when they were framed by white blond hair and long, delicate eyelashes of the same color.

Taking a quick second for pleasantries, he indulged you with a name- Satoru. Satoru Gojo. Good enough for you, Satoru was easily moanable and to be quite honest, it didn’t matter what his name was as long as you were able to score. You could tell he felt the same, so it would be a very even match, one that could be impossible to leave you disappointed.

You clutched the sink as he yanked your head back, positioning you perfectly to look at just how fucked you were- literally and figuratively. Your dress was hiked just above your hips, fully exposing what little was there to be left to the imagination. Foregoing underwear for the night was a pretty good idea, you were already glistening from the alcohol, and he couldn’t wait to feel you.

“Look alive, sunshine,” he teased, lowering his head just behind your ears. You felt him slide the head of his cock between your folds, arching your back in an effort to feel more. He happily obliged, slowly sliding the head in and past the first ring of soft, warm muscle inside you. He whispered into your ear, voice low and dripping with intoxicated innuendos.

“You’re not gonna want to miss a second of this.”

You threw your head back at the feeling of his cock gently stretching your walls. You muffled your wince at the size with a moan, the twisted look of your reflection in front of you seemingly egging him on as a sinister smile slowly spread on his face. At first it was slow, making sure he could feel every inch of himself entering you as you adjusted to the pleasure of fullness. You could only manage a few half sobs, eyes locked into his gaze through the mirror as your mouth lolled open to say words that would never be able to come out.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice filled your ears, hips snapping against the flesh of your ass as he took you. Keeping a fistful of your hair, it seemed like Gojo was gripping onto it for dear life as he thrusted, craning your neck to meet his face.

“Harder, please- harder,” you squeaked.

He was barely tapping at your sweet spot, and he knew it was driving you crazy. You could barely keep your body standing, it was going limp as your knees buckled. Through glassy, hooded eyes, you could see him in the reflection of the mirror in front of you, fixating on how much finesse he was using to pull you apart from the inside. His hands seemed to engulf your waist every time he buried himself deeper into you. You swiveled your hips around a few times, trying your hardest to feel something more, only to earn a pointed smack to your ass and a hurried ‘aht- ah’ from Satoru.

“Not yet, toots,” he chided.

“I haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

A lewd chortle came from his throat as he aimed his lips to spit directly onto your asshole, watching it slide its way down the crack as he traced the trail with his thumb. Bringing the wetness up again, he teased you there before plunging his thumb inside, sending you lurching forward with a splintered cry of pleasure.

“There it is,” he chuckled, beginning to pick up the pace as he dragged himself in and out of your cunt, a sloshing sound building up inside your walls. His thumb twisted from side to side with each pump, further adding to the tension building in your chest and abdomen. You could barely string your words together, the only thing coming out was mangled please and chants for more. You were too close, you could feel it coming. So could he.

He finally let your hair go, head immediately falling forward and almost knocking against the sink, the head rush sending tingles down to your core as you clenched around his cock- vision whiting out. Your body started to ripple through with a numbing euphoria as he tightened his grip around your hips. Your moans culminated into a fever pitch as he hit your sweet spot once more, a vulgar squelch coming from between your legs as you gushed on top of his cock, your essence spilling over his abdomen. He followed suit, quickly pulling out in time to get his hot, white spurts of cum on your thighs, praising you all the while coming down.

It took a second for you both to stabilize, him helping you to stand and readjust your dress while also tucking his shirt back into his jeans and fixing his now disheveled icy locks in the mirror he just watched himself absolutely ruin you in. You took some time to fix your makeup before retreating to a stall to actually clean yourself up a bit more.

When you returned, he was gone- but not far away. He waited for you outside the door, watching the coast and making sure it was good for both of you to go. Stepping outside of the bar, the air was particularly cooling against your skin. The adrenaline of your encounter still reverberated in your chest as you reached your arm out to hail a cab back to your place- only to be stopped by a loud whistle and the screeching of tires. Looking back behind you- it was him.

As the cab stopped, he held the door open, ushering you inside. Your legs felt like jello still, so you were grateful for the support. He shut the door for you as you rolled down the window to get a few more breaths of fresh air. He leaned in a bit, stopping just inside the cab’s frame.

“Get home safe,” he purred.

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[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Can I request a Loki X female reader, his wife. There in bed sleeping and Loki has a nightmare that Thanos gets her and he's powerless to stop him, he wakes up and wakes her up to make sure she is okay but she isn't breathing and Loki has to help her. Unless it makes you uncomfortable 🙂

A/N: Sorry for the late response nony, I’ve been sick the last month and haven't had the time, or clear enough mind tbh, to write your request. But, anyways, here you have it, hope you’re ready for pure angst. (PSA; Includes near death experience which may be triggering for some)

Living Nightmare

Albeit the blade to his throat, Loki tried reaching forward. But it was useless, hence before he even could get close to you, he felt the edge of the weapon pierce his skin, making droplets of blood fall the length of his neck.

"Please, release her", his voice was meagre, as he for a second switched to look up at the capturer. He had thought he never would see him again, the warlord, Thanos. He had lived peacefully long before he even married you. But he thought, after the day he officially was able to call you his, maybe fate would've spared him his past crimes. But it seemed all had been an illusion, a play of his peaceful and neglecting mind. Because now he stood there, out of reach to save you in the titans grasp.

You looked so puny, with his long sworn enemy's hand fisted around your neck. He could see your stuttering breaths leave your chest, but as the titan let out a low rumble, a sound inclining he laughed, he heard a strangled gasp leave you.

"The almighty Loki, already begging", a grin crossed Thanos face as he flexed his fingers to ease his grip again. In the sound of you gulping down as much air as you could, he continued. "All because of a mortal, who had thought?" The titan turned you to him and immediately Loki saw your body tense, fear rolling off you in waves as your captor raised his other hand.

One of his fingers gently tucked a strand of your hair that had shielded your face behind your ear. The action made the god of mischief grit his teeth. He had no right touching you the way he did, clutching your throat, having the life of you in his hands. He owned even less right to touch you as gently and caring as he just had. But just as Loki was about to lash out, try and tear away from those holding him in place, Thanos made you face him again.

"You are at your wit's end, god of mischief", the titan clutched your throat harder once more. This time you couldn't stop your hands from flying up and trying to ease the grip. Loki saw the urgency burning brighter in your eyes now as they met his in a hurried glance.

"Darling, look at me, please look at me", he said as soon as your eyes started flitting around the space, in what he understood was waining faith. Nevertheless, the moment your gaze merged with his once more, he saw you calm the tiniest bit. "You'll be fine, I promise you", though you tried concentrating on his voice, the voice appearing beside your head drowned Loki's.

"Have you not learned everything coming from him is lies", it was like a snake hissed it in your ear, low and only for you to hear. You felt the giant's words etch itself into your gut, whilst your heart pained when hearing your lover be called something he never been with you. He was not a liar.

"No!" Loki screamed, seeing the way the sword pierced through your body. Your face scrunched up and halted the movement your mouth began, words dying before they left you. He saw the momentary shock spread over your futures as you followed the place he looked at.

Blood coated the blade red as your trembling hands touched the metal. The move was sluggish and when you looked up to him again, he noticed how your eyelids started closing. Blood dripped past your lips as your lungs seemed to fill with the red liquid. Despite all his urge to rush towards you, Loki couldn't do more than witness how the strength left your body as you swayed in your place.

Thanos must have noticed your rapidly lowering pulse or, more likely, the way you became too unsteady to hold yourself up, because he let go. The disappearance of the sole force holding you upright made you stumble forward. Your action made the blade slip out of you and immediately you clutched the wound. But it was no use, a flush of red passed your fingers and coated your steadily pailing limbs.

It was with a whimper and last pitying look at him, you fell. Time slowed down as Loki watch your body plunge forward, although the second you were to connect with the hard and unforgiving ground, everything froze.

With a start Loki jolted awake, sitting upright in the bed. He felt his shirt cling to his body, drops of sweat rolling down the nape of his neck. Which all together made his hair stick to his skin. His mind reeled, while his breath heaved, as he replayed the nightmare in his mind. You had died.

Swiftly looking to his side, he saw your slumped form resting beside him. You were there, unharmed.

"Love, are you awake?" His coarse voice was followed by a soft kiss on your shoulder as he leaned over your form.

It was something he always did when the nightmares plagued him, seeking refuge in your company. It was something about your caring touch and calming words that eased his mind. Thus it had become a routine. When he would awaken from horrors, he would also wake you up.

"Love?" Loki mumbled as you didn't stir from your sleep and kept being turned away from him. He knew you should've woken up by now because you were a light sleeper. But when seeing no reaction, a worry etched onto his features. "Y/N?" He gently pushed on your shoulder, so you turned to lay fully on your back.

As soon as you did, he saw your face. Instead of looking peaceful as it usually did when sleeping, it looked... emotionless. Cold. He felt his pulse quicken as his eyes started to flicker over your face until it travelled to your chest. It was then he noticed, it didn't move. It felt like someone dunked him in cold water as he jumped into a seated position.

"Do you hear me?" He gently patted the side of your face, but more than making it gently rock to the side, it didn't elicit any other reaction. "Y/N!" Loki shook your shoulders, the same panic he felt in his dream returning. Only now everything happening was real.

Without any hesitation, he leaned forward, closed his finger over your nose and connected his lips to yours. It was no kiss, but instead, a move of pushing his exhaled into your mouth. However, with a hasty glance towards your chest, he saw it still didn't move, so he moved to begin with compressions.

Come one darling, breath from me, the god continuously mumbled as he repeated the set of moves. However, no matter his tries, he never felt a change.

It was from pure dread of your unaltered state, he raked his brain for a spell or purely something to help you. Loki didn't know if it was from fear, or that he simply didn't have a spell that could work, but he fumbled fruitlessly through his memory.

"No, no, no!" His voice cracked as it entered a high pitch, flawed by the same fear he had in his dream. This couldn't be true, it couldn't, but it was. Despite his tries to help you nothing happened, for once, or maybe twice this night, the god of mischief felt helpless.

But then, suddenly, something happened. Loki felt how his breath didn't easily flow down to your lungs, but how a pressure met it. This made him retreat, lean away to watch you from where he knelt at your side.

It was violent, the way your chest suddenly heaved as you gulped down air, despite your throat turning it into a cough on the exhale. But it was a violence Loki couldn't but shred tears at, thus, at least it was a reaction.

Though the procedure repeated itself and showed no effects of decreasing the nearest future, you sat up. Immidielty your hand sought the god's, which he quickly gave to you. You clutched it hard enough for your nails to press half-moons into his skin, but he couldn't care any less.

What Loki focused on, however, was how he felt your chilled fingers returning to their natural temperature. He also noticed the colour returning to your face, even though it may have been more flushed than usually thanks to your jerking movement.

It was relief that flooded his body as he witnessed you slowly but surely regain your breath. He wanted to hug you, kiss you, thank you for returning to him. Though at the moment he could do nothing but stare silently.

Not until your arm lowered from clutching your chest, face turning to him, teary gaze meeting his, he crumbled. His hand released yours, to instead pulled you into a hug. Despite having thought it was gentle, Loki understood it hadn't when a huff left you. But what was important was that he didn't suffocate you. He felt your chest move against his and for each time it did, he felt blessed. Because at the moment, he couldn't let go, he simply couldn't. Not tonight, when he had both dreamt a nightmare and lived in one.

[afterhoursfic]

Hey! Its been a while. Lost the password for my first account- Guess I'll start off with a prompt! Jaskier and Geralt have just left Posada, but every time Jaskier runs off with someone he comes back with a strong scent of desperation, not to mention he covers himself even when he's getting into the bath before Geralt, and Geralt can't figure out why. That is, until he walks in on Jaskier changing. (1/2)

(2/2) Jaskier's cock is small. And Jaskier is humiliated, and Geralt is... Turned on?? He honestly thinks it's cute, Jaskier's size, how embarrassed he is by it. So, Jaskier is pent up of course. When the witcher asks, he can't exactly say no to fucking. He just wasn't expecting Geralt to be practically worshipping Jaskier, thanking him and praising him for letting him touch him and telling him how cute his cock is. Tbh just a praise fic ive been meaning to prompt someone with for a while-

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I’m sorry this took forever and if it’s not exactly like you asked but I really tried tog give off the whole Geralt loves Jaskier’s little cock vibe so hopefully you enjoy it!

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They’d only been together for two weeks and Geralt had already lost count of how many times Jaskier went off to an alcove or alley with someone. He would be jealous if it wasn’t for the fact that almost every time he came back desperate, edged with just a bit of hurt, and reeking of quickly dissipating arousal, which doesn’t help Geralt’s own need.

At first, he thinks it’s some sort of game? Kink? Whatever it is, and just something Jaskier does, which is to torture himself and Geralt too by proxy, until he gives himself the best orgasms ever apparently, because there are very few occasions where Jaskier comes back, loose with a carefree smile and just oozing satisfaction as if he hadn’t felt it in a decade.

Those are the times Geralt is jealous and he’s half tempted to ask Jaskier how he does it until said bard walks, well storms into their room, the familiar stench of hurt, arousal, and longing soon clouding up the room.

He asks Jaskier if he’s alright of course because he’s not an asshole all the time, but like all the times before Jaskier shrugs him off and tells him he’s fine as he makes a beeline for his bags and the waterskin which contains half a bottle of wine.

They sit there for a few long minutes, Jaskier steadily drinking as Geralt turns his attention to the noises of the town filtering from outside just to distract himself when suddenly Jaskier moves, putting down the waterskin and stretching before he starts undressing.

“D’you mind?” Geralt doesn’t have to ask, he just turns to the bath in the corner of the room, the water stone cold, at least until Geralt flashes igni at it, and he watches as Jaskier sinks into the hot water with a groan and his back turned to him as usual.

It’s not odd per se to want a bit of privacy, but they travel together so it’s inevitable that at some point they’ll get to see everything, hell it was probably the second day they knew each other when Jaskier watched him strip naked to bathe in the river and he earned more than a few compliments. Jaskier was private and that was fair enough, but he’d always shriek and cover himself as if scandalized if Geralt even so much as glanced his way whilst he changed or tried to take a peek.

It was odd though that Jaskier would turn his back to him to get in the bath, only to then turn to face him, if he were embarrassed about his body then why show it off now? All he had to do was sit up in bed and he could catch a glimpse if he wanted, but to each their own. Clearly, Jaskier had no intention to talk about whatever was bothering him for the hundredth time already and so instead he settled back into his bed and left it be for now.

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He left it for about a day before they were pulling into another village and saw Jaskier charm and flirt his way around the tavern, reeking of arousal, and he pointedly looked away when the woman dragged Jaskier into a backroom already heavily making out and using his hands to work on the ties of her dress whilst her free hand was palming at his cock.

Resigning himself to a night alone Geralt ordered another drink and reached a hand down to shift his cock a little from where it was pressing hard and insistent against the laces of his trousers. It was going to be a long night, especially with the smell of Jaskier’s arousal lingering in the back of his throat.

At least that was until the woman all but charged out of the backroom, her hair loose and dress falling off of her shoulder as Jaskier raced out a second later trying to do up his laces as he tried to catch up with her. Once she’d barged through the front door, Jaskier gave up the chase, staring forlornly at the closed door as if hoping for something else to happen, and after a long moment when it didn’t, he turned and went upstairs to their room, and Geralt briefly noted that burnt, frustrated smell Jaskier seemed to carry more and more these days and he thought he finally knew why.

Seemed to him that Jaskier didn’t have all the prowess he liked to boast about given that this seemed to be a common occurrence. It’s not like Jaskier was a bad lover, he’d heard the bard get a woman off several times on just his tongue, a lot, so much so he felt like he was lacking in the bedroom sometimes, and yet his latest conquest had stormed off and left them both unsatisfied.

He was just drunk enough that he was willing to go for answers, hell if he was desperate enough he’s sure he could talk Jaskier into a mutual hand job, anything to beat the monotony of jerking himself off quietly under the covers every other night.

So, he downed his drink in one, stood up on legs far too steady for what he was about to do, but he was just desperate enough to do it anyway.

For once being a witcher was actually helpful, it meant he could go up the stairs without being heard, so when he barged through their bedroom door, he was met with the sight of Jaskier stood over the bed, whining as he jerked his fist frantically.

Geralt felt his mouth dry at the sight, but he only had another second to savor it before Jaskier was jumping back, hand leaving his cock to try and grab the blankets and cover himself. It was too late though, Geralt couldn’t help the way his eyes shifted to see Jaskier’s cock hard and red, and no bigger than his middle finger, and yet Geralt couldn’t hold back the curse that fumbled out of his mouth as his cock twitched at the sight.

“Fuck Jaskier, this why you can’t get laid?”

“I can get laid just fine, witcher” He watched as Jaskier fumbled his hands in front of him to try and cover up, not that it mattered at this point, he could see the flush on his face, the sweat beading at his temples and smell the mix of arousal and embarrassment all in one. Despite all of this Jaskier was still hard though, shuffling on his feet as if that would help him somehow and Geralt’s mouth watered at imagining the taste of it on his tongue.

Despite the way he tried to hold himself he could hear Jaskier’s jackrabbiting heartbeat, but he didn’t bother mentioning all the times Jaskier had come back to their rooms stinking of arousal, frustration, and embarrassment and being all around unsatisfied because it wouldn’t help him here. Instead, he took a step closer, licking at his lips to taste the arousal in the air as he pointedly looked at Jaskier’s cock, safely hidden behind his hand now and he’s sure he looked desperate as he looked back up into Jaskier’s eyes.

“Can I jerk you off?” His voice is small as if he’s unsure with himself, and he supposes he is, it’s not like he’s ever propositioned Jaskier before and he doesn’t know how he’d take the rejection, if they could even go to being friends afterward.

“Is this some kind of joke, because it’s not very funny”

“Of course not, but you’ve got such a pretty little cock Jaskier, let me get you off, please” They stood staring at each other for a moment before Geralt took a step closer and when Jaskier didn’t shy away he took another step and then another until they were stood directly in front of each other “Say no and I’ll stop, but please let me touch you Jaskier, let me look after you”

He let out his breath when Jaskier nodded his head once, collapsing to his knees immediately and watched Jaskier stumble back a step clearly caught unawares, but then he’s looking up, watching Jaskier’s face as he pulls the bard’s hand away to replace it with his own, pressing his thumb against his slit to coat it with pre so he could slick his hand over his cock.

It was only when Jaskier leaned forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed and a low moan leaving his mouth that Geralt looked away, licked his lips again as he watched his whole fist cover Jaskier’s dick, and started to use just his index finger and thumb to jerk him off so that he could see the slick head of his cock past his fingers and drip pre all over the floor.

He leaned forward to lick off a drop threatening to fall, his tongue just brushing the tip of his cock and caused Jaskier to shudder violently and groan, a testament to how long he’d gone without another’s touch, and he barely restrained himself from putting his mouth over his cock then and there.

“Can I suck you Jaskier? Please let me get my mouth on you, need to taste you, see if you can reach the back of my throat-“

“Yes, fuck yes just do it” He almost didn’t recognize Jaskier’s voice, but he didn’t dwell on it, just pulled his fingers away so he could swallow his cock in one, groaning as he felt the tip just brush the back of his throat, and the salty taste of pre on his tongue before Jaskier’s cock jerked once and with a shudder he came.

Geralt easily swallowed it and kept licking at his slit until Jaskier’s nails started to dig into his shoulder, then he pulled away just enough so he could suck the head of his cock a little bit longer, a spare hand going to roll Jaskier’s balls in his hand, squeezing them just a little to coax a weak spray of come in his mouth before Jaskier grabbed his hair and pulled him off. They both ignored the fact that he whined, although he’s sure Jaskier won’t remember it in his pleasure addled brain.

“Fuck me?” He watched Jaskier blink once, then twice as he tried to think over an answer, all whilst Geralt wrapped his fingers around his cock again, ever so slowly moving them whilst he pressed kisses against the tip, down to his balls, and then back up to his hips. It served its purpose of getting Jaskier hard again, he’s sure the bard’s been neglected enough that he’ll be shooting off like a teenager all night. “You want to get your cute, little cock in me? Bet I don’t need much prep, you could just slide in now if you wanted, do you want to? Want to finally have a hole to fuck?”

“Fuck- Geralt I swear if this is-“

“No, no, just need your cock in me, want to come just on your pretty cock, please Jaskier”

“Fucking hells yes, get on the fucking bed before I come again, want to be in you when I do” Geralt didn’t waste a second, using his reflexes to good use as he stripped off his clothes to lay on the bed, and frankly it showed how desperate Jaskier was to get his cock in something because he didn’t even complain about not getting to undress him. There were plenty more nights for that but right now he needed Jaskier’s cock in him and he needed it now.

Although Jaskier probably could just slip his cock into his hole with just a bit of oil, that didn’t stop Jaskier from making quick work of teasing him open on one finger, just one so that he could just about feel the stretch of Jaskier’s cock when he pushes in. Maybe in the morning he’ll wake up early and stretch himself on his own fingers before sitting on Jaskier’s cock to see if he could feel it, and the thought had him moaning and stretching his legs open wider to get Jaskier closer to him, to tell him to get on with it.

Then Geralt was shoved on all fours, his chest pressed into the mattress and he held his breath as he waited to feel when Jaskier would push in. He couldn’t help himself when he looked over his shoulder just as Jaskier was slicking up his cock and lining up with his hole “It’s alright if you’re little cock slips out, I know you can’t help it”

“Shit” That was all he said before Jaskier started pushing in, Geralt could feel it stretching him open a little and he groaned as it pushed deeper until it nestled just below his prostate like the continent's best tease. Jaskier didn’t even have the patience to build up a rhythm, just began fucking with abandon, and thankfully his cock hadn’t slipped out, yet, but Geralt knew he was close, could feel his cock twitch inside him, and hear the groans building in his chest as Jaskier rode him closer to orgasm.

Geralt just clenched around his cock as hard as he could, heard the catch in Jaskier’s breath and the stuttered gasp as he bent over his back and came, still quickly fucking into him until his orgasm ebbed and it was nothing more than the slow drag of Jaskier's cock in his hole, brushing against his prostate on every thrust that had him tense and his own cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him.

“Come on Jaskier, I know you’ve got more than that, finally got someone you can fuck with that pretty little cock of yours, don’t you want to use it?” He was answered as Jaskier just groaned a low yes, feeling him snap his hips against him and hearing the slick squelch of the come in his hole as he set a quick pace, his cock twitching to get hard with every thrust, and Geralt couldn’t help but groan as he rolled his hips back to meet him “That’s it Jaskier, just like that-“

He was cut short by his own groan and Jaskier’s curse when on the next thrust Jaskier pulled out too far, cursing as he fumbled with his cock, smearing it across his ass down to his balls until finally, he managed to get enough control to push it back into his hole, Jaskier’s fingers gripping his hips hard as he started fucking him again.

He was right, Jaskier was eager and pent up enough that he shot off like a teenager for hours, fucking him as a man possessed, and Geralt was lost in it, Jaskier’s cock brushing his prostate with every thrust and left him groaning as Jaskier milked his cock dry. The sheets below him soaked in sweat and come and left him clenching his jaw to stop his snarls escaping, all whilst Jaskier moaned above him, pressing messy kisses along the line of his spine, his neck, until they both were drained physically and metaphorically and collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap.

The smell of their come and sweat strong but not as strong as the waves of satisfaction rolling off of Jaskier, of the fatigue and arousal deep in his skin, and he knows in a few hours they’ll be doing all of this again, but at least now he won’t have to scent the burnt edge of frustration to him anymore. All he had to do was get on his knees and give Jaskier his pick of holes and if he were lucky maybe one day, he could get Jaskier on his back so he could milk his cute little cock for hours, or maybe edge him if he wanted to get him as desperate as he was tonight. Either way, he let sleep take him, bone tired as he was if he was going to have the energy to ride Jaskier’s cock in the morning.

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 42

Yoongi confronts your attacker, and you awaken from one nightmare into another.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: fluff, angst, idfk

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“What? Who the fuck are you? Get out of my house before I call the police!” The redhead reaches for the door in an attempt to close it, but Yoongi’s hold is too strong. He’s been waiting for this moment for two weeks– and he won’t let the opportunity slip away.

“You don’t know me, Seoyeon? And here I thought you were a fan.” With his free hand, Yoongi reaches up and pulls down his mask. Seoyeon’s sneer falls in an instant, replaced with the look of utter shock and adoration that Yoongi knows so well.

“Yoon-Suga? Wait, oh- oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my-” Seoyeon’s eyes roll up into her head and she keels over backwards, hitting the floor with a heavy thump. 

Well, that was quick. Y/n fainted too, Yoongi remembers, when she first saw him. Looking at the fallen girl, part of Yoongi wants to feel sympathy for her. After all, she’s a fan. 

But then he remembers Y/n shaking as she told Yoongi what the woman in front of him had done to her. He remembers every time he saw his friend flinch at a light breeze, the tremor in her voice when she explained that scar on her leg, and his own fear at finding Y/n’s bloody coat in the river.

All because of her. And so Yoongi lets himself into the house, quietly closing the door behind him as he waits for her to wake up. 

It had taken D two weeks to find Kang Seoyeon’s name and address from nothing more than the photo Yoongi had gotten off of Lisa’s laptop. Only now, as he stares at the woman’s motionless frame, Yoongi wonders if she really could have been capable of hurting Y/n like that. She’s pretty, petite, and vaguely reminds Yoongi of a pixie. 

Another minute passes before Seoyeon begins to shift groggily. “Wha…”

“I’m not helping you up,” Yoongi says shortly.

Seoyeon’s head snaps up, her piercing eyes capturing Yoongi’s own. “Suga. Suga! It really wasn’t a dream?” She scrambles to her feet, reaching forward, and Yoongi suddenly feels as though he’s about to be eaten alive.

“I knew it,” Seoyeon whispers reverently. “Cap said you’d come to me. We’re meant to be.”

Y/n’s right– she’s psycho.

Yoongi feels darkness pooling in his heart, and loathing bubbling to the surface. “I don’t care what you think is meant to be. But there’s someone I do care about– and you deserve to rot in prison for what you did to her.”

“I- what… oh!” Seoyeon lowers her arms, an eerie smile growing on her face, much too wide to seem genuine. “You mean Y/n?”

Yoongi growls– a low, animalistic rumble– as he takes a step closer. “You tried to kill her.”

“But- ah,” Seoyeon seems to wince at the cold fury in his voice. Good. “I did it to protect you! Y/n thinks you belong to her, but you don’t!” Faster than Yoongi can react, Seoyeon’s hands shoot out and grab Yoongi’s shoulders with a grip forceful enough to hurt, the smile never leaving her face. “You belong to me, to us, Suga! To ARMYs!”

Shit. She’s stronger than he expected. But perhaps… 

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” Yoongi says, lacing a note of authority into his tone. Unbelievably, Seoyeon’s grip loosens, and Yoongi uses the opportunity to push her hands away from him. 

I don’t belong to anyone,” Yoongi continues forcefully, watching Seoyeon seem to shrink before him. “And nothing gives you the right to hurt her!”

Seoyeon pauses, and the house is dead silent for an eternal minute. “Nothing?” She begins snickering– quietly at first, but soon enough she doubles over with laughter. “You really don’t know what’s going to happen to your pretty little girlfriend, do you?”

It’s as though Yoongi’s blood has turned to ice. “What?”

“Ooh, you don’t know! Well, Cap said not to say…” Seoyeon pretends to think. 

Yoongi grinds his teeth together in frustration; he knows he’s being baited, but if Y/n’s in danger… “Tell me.”

Seoyeon’s eyes are blown out as she stares at Yoongi, licking her lips. “I’d consider it a favor. I’d be willing to do you a lot of favors, you know. I’m… very good at favors.”

Yoongi’s stomach lurches. He doesn’t want to know what Seoyeon would do to him. “Don’t give me more reasons to call the cops. I could have you arrested.”

Seoyeon laughs again. “For what?”

“Attempted murder isn’t enough?” Yoongi fires back. “You nearly killed Y/n, you bi-”

“There’s no evidence. No one saw anything– I’m untouchable.” Seoyeon advances menacingly. “But you know who isn’t? Y/n.”

Yoongi opens his mouth to– he’s not sure; Question? Yell? Threaten?– when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He winces, unwilling to tear his eyes from the predator before him. Still, it could be Y/n– and Yoongi’s been worrying over her condition. He places himself between Seoyeon and the door before answering his phone, eyes never leaving hers.

“Yes?”

“Yo, Gloss, that girl you got me tracking down with the shitty dye job?”

Oh, it’s just his old friend. “D, I’m busy, let me call you later.”

“Nah, man, you gotta hear this. You’re gonna like it.”

Seoyeon stands motionless before him. Yoongi’s time before his driver bursts in is almost up and he hasn’t gotten a confession. “Fine. What is it?”

“Remember that photo of you and your girl that went viral a while back?”

How could he forget? The infamous picture from that night got him and Y/n into the whole publicity mess and changed their relationship forever. 

“I was tracking Seoyeon’s IP address and digging through her socials… dude, the original photo came from one of her accounts.”

Yoongi’s blood turns to ice as D continues: “A bunch of these ARMY girls have backup accounts, and this one’s hers. You’ve got a stalker, my man.”

Could it be true? Had Kang Seoyeon followed Yoongi to the hospital and found Y/n? Were her injuries and trauma his fault?

Yoongi swallows, feeling the wave of anxiety almost drown him before he pushes it away. Not now. 

“Thanks for letting me know,” he manages.

“No worries. Yo, what’s wrong? Are you-” Beep. Yoongi hangs up and shoves the phone into his pocket. “Now, where were we? Oh, right. You were going to tell me everything you know about Y/n and anyone that could hurt her.”

Seoyeon laughs, a pitched, wild noise. “Excuse me? Who said I’d tell you anything?”

Yoongi barely has to lean forward until he’s so close that Seoyeon needs to tilt her head up to look at him. “I did.”

Yoongi can hear her breath catch, practically seeing the wheels turning in her head. If she’s truly as obsessive as he thinks she is… 

After a pause, Seoyeon grins. “Fine. Cap’s gonna hate me, but fine. I’ll tell you everything, and just in case you think I’m bullshitting, I’ll show you I mean business… for a price.”

Yoongi blinks. Is she bluffing? Could Y/n really be in danger? Am I in danger too?

“So? What’ll it be?”

Y/n. It’s for Y/n. But is it worth it?

~~~

“Help! Help me!” A garbled, genderless voice yells.

“I’m trying!” You cry, running through the empty streets. The voice echoes around every corner. “Tell me where you are! I don’t know how to help you!”Suddenly you trip, falling hard. The pavement has turned into your bed, your legs tangled in the sheets.

“No one needs help from a traitor,” the same voice says from inside your head. “A liar.”

You struggle to rise, but your mattress seems to envelop you, pulling you in, and instead of soft sheets and down you’re surrounded by ice, unable to find purchase.

“I’m not a liar!” You scream, scrabbling for grip as the ice rises past your shoulders. Goosebumps erupt on your flesh and you begin shivering violently, the only movement the ice will allow. “T-t-tell me ho-w to f-find you!”

“Find me?” The ice finishes swallowing you whole, the gaping chasm closing above your head. You know you shouldn’t be able to breathe but your chest still rises and falls with the desperate action. “All you have to do… is look in a mirror.” The ice beneath your feet disappears and you’re dropped into the yawning darkness. You blink and the area is suddenly flooded with light. You’re in a jail cell, empty except for a large mirror. You feel something dry and sweet in your mouth, and when you glance at the mirror… 

Lisa stares back at you, a pastry between her teeth. You spit it out, reaching forward. Lisa mirrors you, her hand outstretched.

“Where are you?” You murmur, watching as your words escape Lisa’s mouth. Suddenly her lips in the mirror curl into a smirk.

“I’m right in front of you. I always have been.”

“No!” Your eyes fly open, your heart thundering. You clutch at your chest, feeling as though the hand is holding your very being from falling to pieces. Fumbling for your phone, you wince at the bright screen before noticing the time. 4:00– well, it’s longer than you’ve managed to sleep all week. You groan at yet another nightmare, falling back onto your pillow with a sense of defeat. You hate this fear within you, but what can you do? Lisa’s gone and the redhead may have gotten to her. The detective told you not to worry, but how can you not worry? And now your mom is cutting you off, and you might have to drop out, and Lisa is gone, and it seems like the only constant left in your life is Yoongi.

Yoongi. You chuckle hollowly, falling back onto your pillow. He’s the least consistent person you know, but at least he’s always been there for you.

Ignoring your stomach’s rumbling protests, you close your eyes and turn over, praying sleep takes you again.

And take you it does– sweet, dreamless sleep captures you and when you blearily awake again it’s with sunlight streaming through your windows. It must be late in the morning already. Your phone buzzes obnoxiously with what sound like dozens of notifications.

Maybe I should just delete Twitter, you muse defeatedly as you flip over your phone, scrolling mindlessly through your mentions. Right away, you notice something strange:

@bangtan_thotyeondan: yo I hated on @yourname at first but tbh that was a brutal move by #SUGA :(

@armyteez23: I told @queerqueen this would happen! @yourname deserves better umu

@captainkookie21: I told you @BTS_twt @yourname

@dduddudude: Y’all feeling bad for @yourname when the bitch had it coming all along

@bangtan-news: (1/3)BREAKING! #SUGA announces the relationship with @yourname is OVER! A thread:

@bangtan-news: (2/3)In an exclusive interview, #SUGA discussed the break from @yourname and his new girlfriend, @seoyeonnie-loves-bts! 

@bangtan-news: (3/3) @yourname has not released a statement on the situation. Stay tuned!

Your jaw drops. The relationship is over? New girlfriend? What... what happened? You click on the linked profile and check @seoyeonnie-loves-bts’s most recent post– it’s just a photo with a heart caption.

You suddenly feel sick. The- it- it’s… 

“You.” You whisper, all blood draining from your face. “You. And…”

The photo is of a beautiful redheaded girl. Her. She’s beaming, fingers interlaced with those of a very familiar man. 

You stare into Yoongi’s eyes in the photo, trying desperately to see something that isn’t there. You struggle for a second to form words, barely able to breathe. “You.”

[wheres-everyone-going-bingo]

Aaaa I've never requested anything before so my apologies if I mess this up. But could you do an Eric x reader were Eric does little gestures to the reader slightly hinting at smexy fun times(I cringe at myself) and it's just fluffy smut? There needs to be more Eric content tbh, he's just a sweetheart that needs love! Also I absolutely ADORE your writing, keep it up dude!

Nervous Knocks

Pairing: Eric Derekson x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing

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There was a quiet, quick knock at my door, I smiled to myself, knowing exactly who’s knock that was. I approached the front door, opening it to reveal Eric on the other side.

“Hey Eric” My smile grew wider at the sight of him, I stepped aside, allowing him to enter my home.

“Hell- hello Y/N- Y/N” Eric returned my welcoming grin, happy to see me. He walked into the familiar space, ringing his handkerchief as per usual.

“You’re here early babe” I leant against the couch, raising my eyebrow at him.

“I just, uh, I wanted to, um, to see you” Eric nervously laughed, shifting his weight from leg to leg.

“Is that all sweetheart? You seem more nervous than usual” I walked up to him, pressing the back of my hand to his forehead, concerned he wasn’t feeling well. Eric leaned into my touch as I cradled his face in my hand. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in, turning his face to kiss my palm.

“I wanted to talk, uh, I wanted to talk to you ab- about something” Eric stumbled over his words, clearing his throat every few seconds.

“Go ahead, I’m listening” I smiled at him, trying to encourage him to get whatever it was off of his mind.

“I- I, uh, I’ll tell, I’ll tell you later”

“Okay, take your time” I gave him a kiss on the forehead, walking around the couch, sitting down on it, pressing play on whatever I was previously watching.

I gestured for Eric to take a seat next to me, he gladly accepted, making his way over to sit next to me. I wrapped my arm around him, making sure to make him feel as relaxed as possible.

“I love you so much Eric” I mumbled to him, while he pressed himself into my side, getting comfortable.

“I love you too Y/N” Eric replied, resting his head against my chest. I jumped slightly as I felt Eric place his hand on my thigh, something he didn’t do too often. I decided not to bring attention to it, as not to make him nervous. I could feel his hands start to shake as he brought them higher up on my thigh, I could tell he was trying to do something but it became too much for him as he placed his hand back into the safety of his own lap.

“Do you want something to eat Eric?” I asked him while I stood up from the couch, realising that I hadn’t eaten anything all day.

“Uh, no- no thank, uh thank you” I nodded, making my way to the pantry. I opened the cupboard, eyes scanning the stocked shelves, trying to figure out what it was that I wanted to eat. “Now that I, uh, that I think abo- about it” Eric took a deep breath, squeezing his handkerchief “I would like to eat yo- uh, you. I MEAN YOGURT, yogurt, can I have some?” I blinked a few times, startled by his sudden outburst.

“Uh sure Eric, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” I moved closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“I- I’m feeling, feeling fine”

“Okay babe, if you say so” I gave him another peck “Maybe you should lie down though, come with me” I held his hand in mine, leading him up the stairs.

I laid him down on the bed, making sure to lay next to him, running my fingers through his hair, and tracing shapes on his back.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah Eric?”

“I w-want to tell yo- tell you what I was goin- going to”

“I’m listening sweetheart”

“I, uh, I want, I want you to, I, uh” I tilted my head, waiting patiently for him to find the right words. “I want, uh, I want you to, uh, f- fuck me”

“Pardon?” I blinked, trying to process what he had just said to me

“Fuck, uh, fuck me, p-please. I wan- I want you to, um, to f-fuck me” Eric could see my brain doing gymnastics at his request, so to make it easier on me, he pressed his lips to mine. He had done it many other times, but never with this amount of force and desperation. The shock soon wore off, as I licked Eric’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. He opened his mouth, allowing my tongue to enter.

I could feel Eric’s shaky hands grabbing at my shirt, asking for it to be taken off. I started to unbutton my shirt, while Eric took off my pants.

“Eric, can I take off your clothes?” I whispered in his ear, climbing on top of him

“I, uh, yes- yes you can” He fumbled over his buttons, putting his hands back at his sides as I undid his buttons for him.

“You’re doing great Eric” I praised, giving him a kiss on the cheek, pulling his shirt off of him. Eric whimpered a quiet ‘thank you’ while I unzipped his trousers, pulling them off of his legs. “I’m going to grab some lube, and make sure it’s everywhere it needs to be okay?” Eric nodded, while I leant over to grab the bottle, pouring some out. I started to rub it over my cock, before turning to Eric, who was intently watching my facial expressions. “Alright Eric, I need you to spread your legs for me”

“O-okay”

“Now stay still babe” I coated my fingers in lube, pushing one of them into Eric, him soon relaxing into the feeling as I added one finger at a time. He started to rock his hips towards my fingers, letting out small whimpers and whines as I pumped them in and out of him.

“Ca-can you put- I want, uh, your” I could tell he was struggling to talk, with the mixture of pleasure and anxiety of the new experience.

“Okay, I understand” I reassured him, placing his legs on my shoulders, lining myself up with him. “Just relax” Eric nodded, focusing his line of sight on my face, hands grabbing at the bed sheets while I thrusted into him. He threw his head back onto the bed, crying out in pleasure at the new experience. I watched his face, searching for any sign that it was okay for me to move. As soon as I got the sign, I began to move in and out of Eric, slowly at first, giving him a buildup.

Eventually I was going in and out of him as fast and as hard as I could, earning various moans and whimpers from Eric.

“Y/N! Y/N! I’m going, going t-to cu-cum” I nodded, quicken my pace, wanting him to have the best experience possible, while also chasing my own release. I felt Eric clench around my cock as he made a pool of cum atop his belly, the sight of Eric slack jawed and covered in cum drove me crazy, filling him up with my cum.

I fell, exhausted next Eric, turning to face him

“You feel alright sweetheart?”

“Yes, I, uh, I-I’ve never felt, felt better” Eric smiled at me, fidgeting with his fingers. I took his hands into mine, giving his fingers a kiss. I pulled him in close to me, snuggling up to him, and taking a well deserved nap.

***********

Eric really does need more love! And thank you for the compliment!!

[ourownsideimagines]

Here We Go Again (Crowley x short!Fem!Reader)

Characters: Crowley, Fem!Reader, Hastur, Aziraphale.

Requested: Yes

Requested by: @throw-some-music-my-way

Point of View:  Second Person

Warnings: None?

Words: 2060

A/N: Okay tbh I’m not very confident in this one? I feel like it may stray a bit too far from the prompt but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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The towering wall of flames that surrounded the while of London were preventing your previous plan of escape. Something fishy had been going on for a while, you knew that, and your gut told you that leaving today would be the best idea.

You guessed you just weren’t fast enough.

You had just been starting to get onto the M25 when you saw the flames in the distance starting. It was a miracle you were able to get out of your car before the flames overtook, devouring it and other cars (and people) whole. The only thing you had was your phone, which had miraculously made home in your back pocket before you’d got into your car.

Other people near you had begun to abandon their cars, the fear that maybe the flames would expand. But you stood there, alone in the rain, watching it with… wonder.

It was only a few minutes later, or so it seemed, that a vaguely familiar vintage black car pulled up beside you, and a very familiar red-headed man stepped out. Your eyes widened upon recognition, but before you could say anything be started.

“Who the hell are you?” He says. “Why is it, at every turn, you’re there, huh? Why do I keep running into you!” He throws his hands up, in anger and frustration. Under normal circumstances you would have run away. But there were two things keeping you there. One, even if you were to try to you, you were certain this man would be able to catch you, what with his damn long legs. Second, there was something odd itching in the back of your mind. Something that told you, that despite the way things seemed, you were perfectly safe with this man.

You’d run into him on many occasions now - typically, he was accompanied by a blond man in a tan coat and tartan bow tie. And on each occasion, they had saved your life - more accurately, this angry ginger man had saved your life.

The first time had been rather tame, in your opinion. You’d been bird watching, from your usual tree at the park, out of view of the cops, since they’d warned you against your tree-climbing many times. Usually you would have listened. It wasn’t in your nature to go against a higher authority, but bird watching was one of the few pleasures in life you had, as it required little to no human interaction and could be done from a lot of places.

Your favorite spot, though, was the park. Specifically, the one with the dinosaurs. You couldn’t remember the name for the life of you - you didn’t need to know it. All you needed to know was that someone didn’t cut down your usual tree, and that there were no cops around. Otherwise an afternoon of bird watching would be ruined before it even started.

You were scribbling something down in your journal when the pencil fumbled from your hand, and in the heat of the moment you had fumbled backwards to try and catch it, only to fall from the tree yourself.

It hadn’t been the first time, and you were certain it wouldn’t be the last, but it was the first time you were actually caught. You’d been rather surprised. It seemed as if the person had been expecting your fall. You thought, for a moment, that it might have been Officer Harrison, whom had warned you against tree-climbing on many occasions. But you didn’t recognize the man at all. It was the red-headed man. He’d set you down rather roughly, handed you your pencil before stomping off with a blond gentlemen, who gave you a nervous smile before following his companion.

It only got more extreme from there.

The next time you saw the man, you were making a visit to your Aunt Mary Hodges.

You weren’t related to your Aunt Mary by blood. Your mum had known her as a child, and they’d been rather close, practically sisters. They’d fallen out of contact when you were younger, and in that time Mary had become a nun, then after the order was dissolved, had become a successful business woman. It was around that time she got back in contact with your mom, and by default, back in contact with you.

You loved your Aunt Mary. She was a bit odd, you would admit. Sometimes she would forget she was no longer a part of the chattering order, and would tell you everything on her mind. Some things were questionable, others were just plain silly. You’d learned not to take everything she said to heart.

Was she a bit scatterbrained? Yes

Did you still love her? Absolutely.

Which is why you decided to visit her at her place of work. You’d forgotten to call ahead, which you quickly realized was a mistake. There were a good dozen cars parked out front, including a quite beautiful vintage Bentley.

That meant that another paintball session was happening. Usually when you came to visit during one of those, Mary would leave the back door unlocked for you. Now you were staring to wish you’d called her. You knew she didn’t answer her cell during work hours, especially not when there was a session happening. You would have to risk getting pelted with paint balls if you really wanted to get inside.

So, you tossed off your jacket, sighing in contempt before you began to walk. It was silent. Deadly silent. You were certain some must have spotted you already, and were bracing yourself for impact.

You heard the pop of the trigger being pulled, and your eyes widened as a real, metal bullet whizzed past your head.

Not safe. Definitely not safe. You lurched forward with a short scream, dashing towards the entryway of the building.

More gunfire rang through the air, and to your luck none of them came close to you. You didn’t bother to slow down, your feet carrying you in the direction of Mary’s office.

“Aunt Mary!” You shouted. “Aunt Mary!”

As you were about to turn the corner, you came face to face with a man - the same man, from the park. You froze, eyes wide. You opened your mouth to say something but he lurched forward, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him as a few stray bullets flew through the window, shattering the glass and impacting the wall beside where you once stood.

You opened your mouth to say something, but it all became blank. The man stood before you a few moments longer before retreating, leaving you confused and alone. You didn’t know why you didn’t follow him, or why you didn’t say anything. A part of you wanted to, but something else was telling you to just… forget about it. And you did. Even when the police arrived to investigate, you could hardly say much about the interaction. It somehow just felt unimportant.

And you kept bumping into him. And he kept saving you, sometimes from himself and his own antics.

You couldn’t find the words to express your confusion, or your upset. You just stood there, in the rain as this man shouted at you. A part of you wanted to break down and cry, but all you did was stand there. He calmed down slowly, and turned to you. You blood ran cold as he removed his glasses, revealing a pair of golden snake eyes. But you weren’t afraid.

“Who are you.” He demanded again. You quickly stuttered out your name. “Why the hell do I keep meeting you, (name)?”

“I don’t know!” You cried out, arms wrapped around yourself to try and save your warmth. “I don’t even know who you are.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He glanced over your shoulder and his eyes widened in surprise. You braced yourself. Anything could happen.

“Get in the car.” He said suddenly.

“E-excuse me?”

“Get in the car. Now.” He didn’t look away from whatever might be behind you. He lifted his hand, and with a snap of his fingers the passenger side door flew open.

“I, uh, I don’t think that’s a very good, uh, idea-” You went to turn around, but the man stopped you.

“You have to trust me.” He said suddenly. “Please.” You did. You against your better judgement, you trusted him. Despite this you stood there, staring him down.

“I don’t even know you.” You repeated.

“What? You want a name? Will that make you feel better?” You said nothing. “Crowley. The name is Crowley, now please get in the car.”

Feeling as if you didn’t have a choice, you entered the vintage car. Crowley followed quickly after, getting in the driver's seat. He hands you a singed book. “Open that, see if there’s anything.” He instructed.

You did as you were told. There were many, small, numbered paragraphs littered on the pages. You read the first one that caught your eye.

“3334. Drive. Hold her close, demon. For the fire will burn but yee can protect her.” You looked up at the towering flames. “What the fuck does this even mean?”

“It means we’re going for a drive, (name).”

“Are you crazy!”

“He must be.” You wanted to scream, the sudden appearance of a man in the back seat sending you into a panic. He was deathly pale, with warts covering his cheeks, and a slimy frog fused to the top of his head. He was horrifying, but he paid you no mind. His dark, murky eyes were turned to Crowley.

“Ah, Hastur, how was your time in voicemail?” Crowley grinned to himself. You yelped as he pulled you into his side, arm thrown over your shoulder.

“Funny ha-ha, joke all you like, Crowley.” The man, Hastur, grumbled. “There’s nowhere to run.”

“Aren’t you to be lining up, ready for battle around now?” All you could do was stare forward into the fire. Was he really going to drive you into that?

You didn’t doubt it.

“Hell will not forget.” Hastur sneered from behind you. “Hell will not forgive. You know where the real Antichrist is, don’t you.” Antichrist? Hell? What the fuck was going on with these men, you wondered. They couldn’t really be… demons. Right? “You’ll never reach him. You’re done Crowley. You think you’re going to get the both of you across that?” The flames before the car seemed to grow at the demons words. It took you a moment to realize Crowley was busy selecting a CD to play. “There’s nowhere to go.”

“Let’s find out.” Crowley slipped the CD into the player. The car began to roll forward, and your heart started to race.

“What- wh- why are you driving.” Hastur demanded.

“What the hell are you doing,” You said. “You’re mad!”

“Trust me on this,” He muttered, pulling you closer. Everything told you to pull away, but instead you squished closer, clutching his coat tightly as the fire came closer, and closer.

“That’s- what- Stop this thing!” Hastur demanded, and you wanted to agree. There was no way you’d make it across, you were certain of it.

“You know the thing I like best about time?” Crowley drawled. “It’s that every day it takes us further away from the 14th century.” Crowley kept an arm around you, and one hand firmly on the wheel. You began to shake. “I really didn’t like the 14th century. You’d have loved it then, Hastur. They didn’t have any cars back in the 14th century.” As Crowley spoke, you sped closer and closer to the flames. You let out a small scream as the car plunged into the fire, and Crowley gave you a tight squeeze.

You’re surprised to find that, you’re barely even warm. It was like a soft blanket was wrapped around you, protecting you from the flames that licked at the outside of the vehicle. Behind you, Hastur howled in pain. These howls dies out with one last ‘I hate you’ before all you could hear was the music on the radio and Crowley’s shouts at his car telling it that it ‘will not burn’.

Despite everything, despite the fear coursing through your veins, despite the voices in your head telling you that this is it, you found yourself snuggling just a bit closer to Crowley.

For protection, of course.

[marvelmymarvel]

Sniper’s Lover

Marcus x Reader

Synopsis: When Marcus is asked to take out you, Winston’s daughter who he has never met, he doesn't think twice before taking the assignment. But once he sees you through the scope, things change and he begins to fall in love with you. 

A/N: I don't know his last name and it freaking sucks, but!!! Marcus doesn't get enough love tbh and I loveeeee Willem Dafoe. It's based heavily off of Marcus protecting John during the first movie in case you were wondering!

It was simple, simpler than any of his other assignments. Kill the girl... So why was this so damn hard? Marcus grunted before pulling back from the scope as he began to watch you with his own two eyes. You weren’t far away and it was easy to see that you had your guard down, he could kill you effortlessly. His marine training and assassin background made kills like this as simple as slicing bread, yet he couldn't do it.

He couldn’t kill you.

“I don't even know who the hell you are...” Marcus whispered before falling back onto his ass. Licking his fingers, he began to unscrew the silencer from the top of his rifle, trying to calm the agitated feelings that rumbled under his skin. You were just some stupid girl... He chanted in his brain as he put his gun away. This wasn't the first time that he was unable to kill you, no... 

This would be the fifth.

He remembered when he first got this offer 2 months ago, he didn't hesitate taking it. The price tag over your head was 2 million, something that Marcus could take and retire with. The people who wanted you dead stated that the reason was to get to Winston and since Marcus didn't have any close ties to Winston, this wasn’t a problem. 

That was until he saw you. 

Pulling out his phone, his finger hovered over the bosses name, contemplating if he should tell them he couldn’t do it but then realization dawned on him. If he doesn't kill you, which he knew he couldn't, someone else would. The thought of someone harming you sent an anxious shockwave through his chest. Why did he care so much for you?! A girl he didn't even know!! Your giggle rose up along the buildings and hit his ears like musical notes. 

You always sounded so sweet.

He shook his head violently before scratching at his face anxiously, he had to get you out. He had to take you out, because if he didn't... Someone else would and he didn't know what he would do if you were killed, by him or someone else. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he decided one thing. He would continue watching you through the scope of his sniper rifle.

But he would protect you with it.

The clubs music pounded in your ears as you made your way through the fog on the ground. You had lost your friends hours ago and now wanted to get away from the grinding bodies. “Excuse me” you hollered to the guy next to you as you grabbed his arm. His eyes were hooded and you knew he was definitely on some sort of drug by the way he sluggishly smiled at you. “Can you point me to the exit?” you pressed, not really afraid of someone like him. Dealing with assassins 24/7 all your life made you rough on the edges, men like him were nothing but pansies. “I can point you the way to my cock princess” he purred before grabbing your hip and ripping you towards him. You rolled your eyes before shoving him back sharply, your strength was unexpected and he went tumbling to the ground. You started to walk away before he stood up and screamed after you.

“ты заплатишь за эту суку“ (You’ll pay for this bitch).

Your eyebrow shot up in surprise as you heard the all too familiar Russian words fall from his lips. Turning your head, you sent him a sharp glare. “Не эта сука” (Not this bitch) you snarled before turning back towards the newly found exit and heading towards it. You could sense that he was following you and you fumbled with the knife on your side, not another one of these. With knife in hand, you switched the blade out and pushed the door open. Your thin heels hit the concrete as you pulled your coat closer to your body. You saw your Porsche parked 15 feet from you, home free-

You were shoved into the hood of your car, your switchblade flying form your fingers and clattering against the concrete. Strong hands flipped you around and you saw that it was, in fact, the man from the club pinning you down.  

“Я преподам тебе урок уважения, детка“ (I will teach you a lesson in respect, baby) his smooth Russian words flowed from his lips and in another time and place, you would have found it attractive. “Иди к чёрту“ (Go to Hell) you threatened back through gritted teeth as your legs flew up, trying your best to shove him off. His fist connected with your jaw, causing you to cease your movement as stars circled around you. Blinking rapidly, you looked up at him as he threw another punch, and then another. 

“Ты просто сука“ (You’re just a bitch) he snarled as he threw you back onto the hood. You could feel the blood in your mouth but didn't know if it was from your nose, your mouth, or both. He pulled away and turned around with his two other friends and all three began to walk away, leaving you disheveled and broken. You really should have just stayed silent.

“Не твоя сука“ (Not your bitch) you snapped with a small bloody smirk, you meant for it to be silent, but once you saw the man freeze, you knew you were dead. He turned back, his eyes blazing with rage under the street lamps. He began to storm over, fist raised and Russian curse words flowing from his angry lips. You closed your eyes and shoved your face in your arm, hoping he would kill you quickly.

The sound of a gun caused you to cringe back on the hood of the car, but once you heard the man's body fall, you realized the gun wasn't from him. Looking up from your arm, you saw the man lying on the concrete as blood poured from his skull. Looking up, you saw the two other men running away but soon, they two went down with gunshots in their head. You stood up straighter, wiping the blood from your mouth as you looked around, trying to find the source of the shooter. Realizing it wasn't someone on the ground, you raised your eyes and barely caught a shadow retreating from the building above. You had known there was a sniper following you ever since the first day you saw him two months ago, but you didn't think he would protect you.

“Thanks” you whispered up into the shadows, hoping that one day you would meet the man who couldn’t seem to kill you but protected you instead. A hiss flew from your lips as you grabbed your jaw, finally starting to feel the aftereffects of the blows. Grabbing the keys in your pocket and the blade on the ground, you got into your car and took off towards the one place you knew you were safe.

The Continental.

“Holy shit! You look like hell!!” Addy proclaimed as she grabbed your face softly in her hands. “Where’s my father” you pressed wincing from even her light touch. Addy pulled her hand away at your wince and motioned over towards his usual spot, “He’s right over there, let me get you some whiskey... Your usual?” she talked quickly and you hardly heard her question over the pounding in your head but you nodded, knowing full well that she was going to try hard to numb your pain. Turning, you almost ran into a body and looked up to see a somewhat familiar face looking at you worriedly, “Excuse me” you mumbled as you pushed past him. You could feel him watching you as you weaved through the crowd, but you didn't care.

“She’ll be okay Marcus” Addy said to the man who was watching you. He hummed and handed her his empty glass. She grabbed the glass and frowned at the look he was shooting your way. “Since you look so worried about her, why don't you bring her her drink?” Addy commented knowingly as she slid your drink into his hand. He nodded at her thankfully before grabbing the glass of whiskey and weaving his wave towards where you were sitting with your father.

“He just punched me over and over again... But someone killed them” you stated firmly as he used his white napkin to dab lightly at the blood dripping down your chin. You only had your father and he only had you, so seeing you in this state made him nervous. He knew someone wanted you dead, but for the past 2 months its been very quiet.

“I’m very sorry what has happened to you” 

Your head snapped up to the newcomer before realizing it was the man at the bar. “Marcus... What a surprise” your father chirped before handing you the now bright red napkin and shaking the man, Marcus’s hand. “Hello, Winston and...” Marcus trailed off as he turned his attention to you. You noticed a glimmer in his blue eyes causing your heart to race.

“This is my daughter, Y/n... I only recently brought her into the limelight but I’m slowly starting to regret it as you can see” Your father joked, but Marcus didn't see the humor in it as he examined your bruising face. “Mind if I sit?” he cut in as he looked at your father firmly, almost stating that he deserved to sit just from the look. “Go ahead... Listen, I have to go handle some business, do you mind watching after her until I get back?” your father asked as he began to stand. Marcus nodded and before you could even argue, your father was gone.

And you were left alone with Marcus.

Looking over, you smiled softly at him before dabbing under your nose once more, silently praying that it would stop bleeding. The silence overtook you both as you looked in the metal plate at yourself. Nothing you were doing was helping and you became frustrated. Your fist balled up in pain as the other hand’s fingers tried to find the bleeding source.

“Here. Let me help you”

Marcus’s fingers pushed yours away as his other hand raised your chin up so he could see better in the dark bar. You let out a groan as his fingers felt up your nose before finally finding a spot and clamping down. “Ow!” you hollered out and he just shushed you sweetly as the fingers resting on your chin moved down to cup your jawline so as to hold you firmly in place. “What exactly are you doing” you stated but because of the clamped nose, it came out nasally and annoying. A smile formed on Marcus’s face at the pitched sound and shook his head to hide his giggles. “I’m trying to stop the bleeding that's by the broken bone, I have to set it in order to stop the bleeding completely, but I need your permission-”

“Do it.” You cut in sharply, just wanting this to be over. You would be lying if you said that you didn't find the older man attractive and alluring but you bleeding all over his hand had to be putting him off. “Okay...” he trailed off as both hands moved up to the broken nose bone, “One. Two. Three”

“FUCK” you screamed out as the bone snapped back into place. The pain traveled down your neck and to your chest, making you feel like you couldn’t breathe right. Pulling back, you hovered your hand over your nose, not realizing that all around you were eyeing Marcus as if he had hurt you on purpose. Once you pulled your hand away, and they saw the blood around your nose, they soon realized what he had done and moved along. 

“I’m sorry darling... Here, Addy made you your drink, it should help the pain-”

His head snapped to you sharply as you grabbed the glass before he could finish. Downing the warm liquid, you felt it burn your throat and for a split second, it masked the pain in your head. He was impressed but slightly concerned as you had downed it without cringing. Slamming the glass down, you threw your hand up so Addy could see you signaling for another. She nodded at you as she stopped the current drink she was making to make your drink first. 

“So, wanna help me ignore the pain?” you cooed playfully as your hand fell on top of his, it was meant to be a joke but you couldn’t ignore the jolt of lightning that traveled to your stomach. He laughed lightly before grabbing the napkin in front of him and dipping it in a water glass. “How about we clean you up... And then we will see-”

You giggled playfully as you leaned in so he could wipe the blood away, seeing you through the scope was one thing, but up close you were breathtaking. He was glad he never made a shot at you, he was glad he killed those men tonight. Your eyes narrowed as you took in his features, trying to place him where you saw him before.

“Holy shit... You’re the sniper that's been following me” 

He froze as his eyes flicked up to yours. Was he breathing? It didn't feel like he was breathing. “I can explain-”

“You protected me tonight” you cut him off before he could keep going. Your hands cupped his cheeks and he looked at you in both confusion and worry. “Who sent you to kill me?” 

There it was. The question he hoped would never be asked, however, unlike most cases, he told you immediately. The name of the guy who hired him made you nod in understanding as if you knew about this from the very beginning. “Thank you for not going through with it” you whispered shakily as your thumb ran up and down his cheek sweetly. To be honest, you grew accustomed to your protector on the roof. At first, you were scared but realized that he would never harm you. “I’m so sorry I took the assignment... But I couldn’t hurt you and the thought of someone hurting you was too much so I still followed you. I know its wrong, I know I sound creepy but I-”

Your lips slamming against his silenced him immediately. He was shocked at first but closed his eyes and kissed back eventually. Pulling back, you smiled at him softly. “I have a secret to tell you Marcus” you whispered while pressing your forehead against his. He cocked his head, signaling for you to continue. “I knew you were following me... I knew who you were... And I knew you were there to protect me... And I have a thing for protective men let me tell ya” you purred seductively as you slid your body closer to his in the booth. 

“My father sent his men to watch you as you watched me... Hell, I just had to match the face with the name” you continued as your hands rested on his chest playfully. He cracked a smile at you before regaining his courage once more. “Do you like what you see?” he asked quietly in your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine. He pulled back and saw your shit-eating grin.

“I love it”

[fan-writer02]

Something

Hiccup was acting... strange.

And if that wasn't the understatement of the season. She knew Hiccup. Well, not know him, but, know what he's like, what he does, and how he behaves. I mean, it wasn't like she watched him, per se, (She's not a stalker, sheesh) she just noticed when he messed up, or when he made a lame joke at the mead hall. She didn't like to talk much, especially since the only people her age were absolute idiots. So, she observed. And Hiccup was an interesting one to watch.

She felt slightly guilty to admit that his fumbles amused her.

But while everyone seemed to think he messed up 24/7, she'd have to disagree. Because they only noticed his mistakes. Even his own father seemed to only acknowledge him for the things he did wrong. She knew he did his best, and, in some situations, he even succeeded.

She'd spotted sketches on the wall at the Forge, and she highly doubted they were Gobbers. She'd seen his sloppy excuses for "weaponry designs" first hand when he attempted to draw her a new axe. After much frustration, he threw up his hands (hand) in exasperation, called for Hiccup, and had her describe what she wanted. He disappeared into that little room of his, and returned not one minute later with papers in hand. The charcoal drawings were fantastic.

Sadly, as much as he longed to follow in his father's footsteps, she knew that it just wasn't for him. He wasn't built for that type of exhertion. He was brainly, if anything.

And don't mistake her acknowledgments as coddling. She didn't favor the scrawny kid. She was just being honest, like she tried to be with all matters.

Which was why the past day's events bothered her so much. Never, as in ever, had Hiccup succeeded when it came to dragon killing. His sloppy attempts were just that. Sloppy. And attempts. He'd never once succeeded.

So how did he manage to frighten a dragon- and not a small one either- into surrender, without even using a weapon? She'd only known one person who could do that, and that was Stoick. Stoick, who had burly muscles and years of experience under his belt.

It bothered her more then she'd like to admit.

She gnawed on her lip as she thought, staring at nothing as she fiddled absently with her fork. The "gang" chatted over their food, but the conversation was lost to her. She hated secrets. Hating not being aware. And she had a strong feeling Hiccup was hiding something.

"We could be falling off the edge of the world, and I don't think you'd notice." Ruffnut huffed under her breath, nudging her in the ribs with her elbow.

Astrid jerked away, doing a double take. "What?"

"Boy, you were gone."

Astrid frowned and tucked her hand under her chin "I'm thinking." she twirled her fork between her fingers.

Tuffnut tugged on Ruff's just then, distracting her before she could prompt Astrid for an answer. Which was a relief; she didn't feel like talking.

After popping the rest of her bread into her mouth, she stood and headed to the door. After dropping her plate at the wash bins, she slipped outside.

The cold air did her a favor, cutting to her skin and effectively slapping her out of whatever daze she'd allowed herself to fall into. So, with a shake of her head, she bounded down the steps. She jumped the last ten, landing easily on her feet.

But even the cold night air couldn't drive her thoughts away. Shortly after she set out down the street, her mind fell back again onto the last day's events. How... How had Hiccup threatened a dragon, when he was obviously so tiny. Even his voice wasn't intimidating.

It was then that she realized. This mystery was going to drive her absolutely insane.

With a growl, she kicked at a wayward stone in frustration. It bounced against a stack of crates, before smacking into a nearby building. Looking up, she realized she was in fact standing in front of the Forge. She paused, the sounds of scuffling coming from within. Curiosity got the best of her, so she stepped nearer to look inside the small dirty window.

It took her a moment to decipher anything through the grime that coated the thick glass. But even with the limited sight, it wasn't hard to figure out who the small figure was that bent over the work table.

There was a single candle lit in the Forge, but it sounded like Hiccup was hard at work. Things clanged, the sound of metal against metal, and the woosh of the billows could be heard. Carefully peering through the a neighboring grimy window, she watched as Hiccup rushed back and forth between the work bench and the glowing red ovens. He seemed to be mumbling to himself.

There was a strange contraption displayed on the table. Something like a ridiculously tiny sail. A mixture of cloth and mechanisms. It looked like nothing she'd ever seen before.

What is he doing? She watched as he, in his hurry, tripped over a bucket on his way to the ovens. He went down in a heap, disappearing behind a weapon rack. It was almost comical.

Astrid tried not to dwell on the fact that she let a small smile slip.

"Stupid-" he grumbled, getting back onto his feet and continuing to the ovens, albeit much more carefully then the previous attempt. Sitting on the billows, he jumped up and down a couple of times to build the fire.

She pulled away from the window and took a few steps down the street. It didn't feel right watching like that, without him knowing she was there. It felt too close to spying, no matter how curious she was. And even if she didn't like to, she stuck to her morals.

Now she was creeping, in a matter of speaking.

Sighing, and knowing the only way to get any answers out of him was to actually talk to him, she lifted her chin and entered the building. She wasn't exactly sure what she'd do... but anything had to be better then peaking through a window like a freaking four year old spying on the baker.

Walking briskly into the Forge with all the gusto she could muster, she plucked an axe out of a nearby barrel. For a few moments, she wondered if Hiccup had even noticed she was there, for he merely continued mumbling under his breath, bent over the weird contraption.

She clunked the axe against the wood, successfully stalling him. He jumped, head whipping around to stare at her with large eyes, his sweaty hair flopping over his forehead.

"A-ah, Astrid! Hi-" He scrambled to scrape his papers together into a semi- neat pile, shoving them into his apron pocket. He wiped his hands against his pants legs, but didn't move closer.

She watched all of this, eyeballing the papers cautiously.

"Wh-what can I do for you?" He stuttered awkwardly. She looked up at his face again, absently dragging her hand down the axe blade. She struggled to find something to say.

"Just looking." She eventually settled on. He swallowed noticeably, his adam's apple bobbing. She continued. "I heard the clanging from outside, and since everyone's at the Hall, I wanted to make sure a critter hadn't crawled in and was making a mess."

The excuse/fine-line-of-a-lie surprised her with how legit it sounded. She glanced about the room again, trying to make it look like she was indeed inspecting for the suggested animal.

He gave a lopsided smile. "Ha... n-no... just me."

She gave a small nod, looking again at the unfinished devise on the table.

He seemed to read her mind, for he hastily began fiddling with it again. "I'm just working, ya know, gotta be prepared for the next raid!" He said it almost too cheerfully, but she didn't know what to gather from that. She reasoned he had a good reason for being happy, he had done well in the Ring that day, after all.

"I see. Is that another arrow catapult?" She gestured towards the devise.

He blinked, then shook his head. She noticed the way he moved his arms in nervous gestures, how one minute they were jostling at his side, picking at his sleeve, or bouncing from tool to tool. They were constantly moving.

Now, they moved from his apron pockets to the contraption behind him. He laughed nervously again.

"Um... just an experiment. Probably won't become much. In fact, you have a good point- I should just scrap it all together." He began picking up the small pieces around it, dumping them in a cup. Looking over, he peered out from behind his bangs. "Y-You sure you don't need anything..?"

She looked from him to the "experiment", then back to him. It boggled her, because he was acting like he normally did. Dorky, constantly tweaking his inventions, clumsy, and awkward. If she hadn't known about what had happened in the ring that day, she'd never have given his antics a second thought. It bugged her, because she knew that something... something was up.

But gosh darn it, she couldn't figure out what the heck it was.

"Ah... I think I'm good. Like I said, just checking in." She flipped the axe back into the barrel, before turning on her heal and ducking out the door. She paused outside for a few moments, going over everything that had just happened. Nothing odd came to mind. He was just... hiding something. And doing it disturbingly well.

Furrowing her brow, she crossed her arms and continued home.

I have absolutely no clue what this is, or what it's trying to be. It was more of a word vomit to get over this writers block then it was an actual story.

Yesterday, I decided to reread some of my older one-shots. Like the last chapter/story in my HTTYD Requested One-shots. And like... they're actually not half bad. Before reading them I always thought they were crap, ya know... but now, going back, I've realized how out of touch I've grown with my writing skills. And with all of this HTTYD 3 news and hype, I'm really starting to miss how obsessed I once was with the series.

So guess what. I'm gonna sit down during my free time -like while I'm drawing, instead of watching youtube videos- I'm gonna rewatch RTTE. I haven't watched that show in months, and tbh, I'm so excited to revisit it. Hopefully that'll get me back into the "fandom", so to speak. Just back into the mood. I miss it so much, and I'm really starting to miss the tumblr fandom as well. As much as I hate tumblr on a whole, I do miss the few nice people I'd met there. I've even contemplated returning (especially in the past couple of days). So who knows. But, I also wanna give you some of my plans for the new year.

I do want to keep writing (well, pick up writing again is probably a better way to put it), and not just for HTTYD. I'll probably write some stuff for Marvel as well, here and there, especially after Avengers 4/Engame, but I also really really want to write more HTTYD. And you know, if that means joining tumblr again to get into the "mood", then so be it!

The reason for all of this might be because we/I moved this past Fall, and I'm homesick as heck. And because of it, I'm also really sick for what I used to do back home. Like fangirling over fandoms.

I've been so set on growing up this past year. Of... going out of my comfort zone, that I pushed away my fandoms and the friends I'd made through those fandoms. (animalsarepeople2, katurdi, thepurplewriter333 *hugs*) And I am just lonely. I miss hanging out with online friends, especially now that I've moved and all of the few friends I had are back home. I miss you guys.

But, one good thing came out of this whole "year of growth". I've learned how to manage my time on the internet. I used to spend too much time obsessing over fandoms at such an unhealthy level, that all my free time was spent in my room in my bed on my phone. This past year I've been working more, hanging out with family, etc. I've learned to limit myself to what I do online.

So yeah, sorry for such a long A/N. Just wanted to give you the 2019 update. Expect me to return, even if it is slow at first. Wish my luck, and the happiest of New Year to you all! Love you, and thanks for all the support. *hugs*

Toodles-

Kat

(P.S. If you guys find any typing/grammar errors plz lemme know! I want to up my editing game. :D)

[marvelcinematic]

Forbidden (Wanda Maximoff x Stark! Reader)

Request by Anon: can you do wanda maximoff x starkdaughter!reader wherein wanda and reader secretly dating and then tony figured out that they were dating so he ask vision to get in the way of wanda and reader's relationship resulting for reader and wanda to break up. Then later reader found out about Tony's plans and just confront him you can decide on the ending tho wether reader and wanda gets back together or they will be together hihi i luv the bucky trap just sayin'

A/N: Ahhhh I’ve had such a busy week! I’m still going through requests, but feel free to send more! I’ll post more soon. I really enjoyed writing this one tbh so I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Genre: Some angst

Warnings: Some cursing and jealousy

Word Count: 4.4k

It was a cold winter day at the Avengers Headquarters when you decided to visit your father’s latest real estate acquisition. It was meant to be a short visit to see if you wanted to work with your father after all. Ever since Sokovia you had found him to be rather antsy, keeping his phone calls short as if he was hiding something. Apparently one of those somethings was losing his good friend Bruce Banner, whose alter ego flew him to space.

You treaded lightly as you looked up at your father, who was looking ahead with his hands behind his back. “So, uh, Cap is in charge around here. He runs all of the physical stuff, I pay for it.”

“So, did you finally give up the suit and elope with Pepper then?” You knew it was hard for him to detract himself from his occupation.

“No, not exactly...I’m kind of on a break from the super hero thing, but still keeping it subtle. We have some new recruits though...I may have helped create one of them.”

“You created one of them? Oh my god do I have a half-sibling? Why do they get to join the Avengers  and I don’t?’

“No, not biologically. It’s complicated, his name is Vision. Cap will introduce him and the others to you, while I am going to meet Pepper for lunch.” Tony said as he placed a hand on your arm and gave a quick peck on your cheek before hurrying off.

“Okay bye then.” you muttered before turning to walk straight ahead. Typical how he just brushed over the surfaces and was whisked away by a distraction.

You had been walking for a while until you realized Steve probably wasn’t even here. If he was he was probably occupied. You had not checked the time when you had snuck into a room and flopped onto the bed, not bothering to check whose room it was. Did it matter? Your dad owned all of it anyway.

When Wanda came home from a mission, she didn’t expect to a see a young girl her age lying in her bed. She didn’t alarm F.R.I.D.A.Y. figuring that she could handle the intruder herself. Red whisps started forming at her fingers as she approached the figure, circling around her bed. She studied you attentively, observing how your hair framed your face. Any other situation she would have admired your features in peace.

You twisted, waking from your sleep as soon as you heard foot steps nearing the bed. You let out a sigh and opened your eyes to see a beautiful brunette dressed in red with red whisps forming around her fingers. Your eyes widened as you shot up, your hair a mess and your eyes still heavy. You tried to search for words but none came as you stared at her, not knowing what exactly to do. You gave a nervous smile before saying softly, “Hi.”

“Who are you and why are you in my room?” Wanda hissed as she approached you, the whisps growing stronger and forming into a ball.

“Me? Oh I’m Y/N Stark, daughter of the famous billionaire. I just got tired and I went to the closest room that I could find...And now the longer I keep talking the more I feel like this totally sounds crazy and you have no reason to believe me...Please don’t hurt me.” She raised her hand as soon as you finished talking and you closed your eyes preparing for pain. But instead you calmed down as soon as the red whisp circled around you. You opened your eyes to see Wanda looking at you intently.

“My name is Wanda Maximoff, I’m an Avenger.” she said softly as she sat down next to you. She knew it was wrong to talk to the daughter of the man she used to hate, but there wasn’t anyone her age around here. She was used to having someone around with Pietro, and she figured it wouldn’t hurt to talk to someone her age.

What started out as a conversation in Wanda’s room ended up turning into something more. You had texted Wanda nearly everyday, at first starting out as friendly. Your father would be okay with friends. But then with one conversation on the phone you decided it would be best to move to New York after all. It was easier to be with her, rather than filtering yourself on your phone. Tony would never admit it, but he was constantly auditing your phone.

It had been two months since your first encounter with Wanda, and today was your first day in your new home. You were walking away from the headquarters, pulling your coat closer to you as the wind stung your face. Your father was out and the only ones there were Clint, Vision, Steve, and Wanda. You had walked well into the forest until you saw the brunette.

The Sokovian turned to look at you a smile gracing her face, “It took you long enough. What’s wrong?” You had seen her when you had gotten there and you didn’t even glance at her when you slipped her a note to meet you here.

You were at a lost for words, not knowing how to communicate. How could you say it? How could you say that were scared of your feelings. Scared that maybe she didn’t feel the same. Scared that of your family’s curse of turbulence. And yet at that moment Wanda picked up on your emotions. She stepped forward to grabs your hands and said softly, “Y/N…” She wanted to rid you of your fears, and yet even she was afraid. She was afraid of what Tony would think, of losing the only friend she had, of losing her new family.

You took in a deep breath as you looked into her eyes before moving forward and pressing your lips against her. Suddenly Wanda’s soft hands moved from yours and went to cup your cheek. The two of you kissed passionately until you finally pulled away, breathless, “Wanda…”

Wanda sniffled before saying, “I know, your father will never approve. But you make me happy Y/N.” She already knew your doubts and concerns, and she couldn’t help but share them. She wasn’t Tony’s favorite person afterall.

“You make me feel so loved, and you’re sensational,” you said softly with a smile, “We’ll keep it lowkey, and on day we’ll run away together.” True, it was a hopeful dream. When you’re the daughter of the most famous men at the moment it was hard to keep a low profile. And you knew Wanda felt the need to honor Pietro’s memory by fighting alongside the Avengers for the good of the world.

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Months had past since your first romantic encounter, and the two of you waltzed along in the shadows. Stolen kisses, previously unspoken thoughts and feelings were exchanged in the woods, while the two of you acted more like friends in the facility.

Everything was fine, except for the constant yearning of being public, until one night in spring. You were sitting at the dinner table, your father across from you while Steve sat at your left and Wanda sat your right. Your father sat in between Natasha and Vision. Sam and Rhodey were having their own conversation to the side, while Natasha kept her gaze on the two of you. The only people who knew about you and Wanda were Clint, Steve, and Natasha. Clint knew because Wanda confided in him, Steve knew because the two of you needed to shut him before he pressed too far, and Natasha knew because she could read the both of you.

You kept your eyes on your food, trying not to glance over at Wanda and seem suspicious. Meanwhile, Wanda was a master of getting the most of the shadows. While one hand was twiddling her fork the other slowly snuck to your leg, nudging it ever so softly. You glanced up at her to be smiling over at Vision, as he fumbled for his words while he was complimenting her.

Tony chewed on his steak before he started, “So, Captain, how is my progeny holding up? You’re not bullying her with boring paperwork, are you?” He said as he shot you a wink. He had not seen you in a while, when he did see you it was only for a few minutes. Most of your interactions were on the phone, which was fine.

Steve shrugged, “She’s doing fine, she seems to be really enjoying it here.” At that moment Wanda’s hand traced over your leg teasingly, causing you to get goosebumps at the motion. She had the lightest hands, and you couldn’t help but to adore them.

Wanda smiled as she continued to eat her food while you tried to keep eyecontact with your father. You gave him a smile and said, “So how’s Pepper?”

Tony flinched at this before he said, “She’s fine. We’re fine.” He would tell you later on how the two of them were having struggles that ended up leading to a break. He would have told you sooner, but he would of rathered talk to you about it in person.

The table was filled with awkward silence, as most were eating, and others were just staring at their plate. It was Vision who said next with a smile, “So who’s your favorite Avenger?”

Tony chuckled at this, “I mean, obviously it’s her dad, right?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “I don’t know, she’s spent so much time with us she might have a new one.” Natasha glanced over at you, as you made brief eyecontact with her and said with a smile, “Hmmm...Honestly I think Hawkeye is pretty cool.” That earned laughs from the table, even Steve and Wanda were chuckling.

“Thank God he isn’t here to hear that. We would never hear the end of it.” Sam chuckled.

Admist the laughs Wanda’s hand came to rest on the inside of your thigh, tracing shapes with her thumb and index finger. You couldn’t help but blush at this, stealing a glance from the woman next to you.

While Tony was laughing he couldn’t help but to see the look you gave Wanda, and suddenly he couldn’t help but wonder if you were hiding something. Thousands of thoughts raced in his mind, ranging between anger, confusion, and sadness. He tried to push his suspicions behind until you decided to retire, except it was an hour earlier than he knew you would. He stayed put as thirty minutes later Wanda excused herself for her nightly walk. Tony wasn’t dumb, he wasn’t going to panic in front of the other Avengers yet. He covered his thoughts with a drinks and smart comments before announcing it was best to rest too.

It was then that he walked along the greenery beside the facility until he saw the glow of a lantern light. He walked along the shadows and hid behind a tree as a he stole a glimpse from afar of you in Wanda’s arms, kissing her while she lay on top of the green forest floor.

It could have been anyone else, he swore. You could have chosen a man older than you, or a poor woman your age. But he could not approve of the Sokovian. She messed with his brain, she helped Ultron, he was pretty sure she was with HYDRA at one point, she let the Hulk out in Johannesburg. There were plenty of things Tony could not stand about her, but he was more bothered by the notion of her using you to get to him. She knew how much he feared losing you, he knew how much she hated him in the past. He wasn’t going to let you fall for the witch’s ulterior motives.

He allied himself with the only other personhe could rely on: Vision. Vision was the only who knew he knew, and he found himself talking to Stark alone in the kitchen.

“Vision I need you to do me a big favor.”

“What is it Mr. Stark?”

“I need you to find a way to break up Wanda and Y/N.” There were plenty of flaws Vision saw with this, but he understood Tony more than anyone. There was also part of him that yearned to be treated as a human and Wanda seemed to be the only one who saw him as whole. So Vision found ways to distract Wanda from you, causing a rift to form between the two of you.

In one instance, you were stood up by Wanda as you waited in the woods for three hours while she was training with Vision.

In another, Vision tried to flirt to Wanda in front of you. Now, he was a bad flirt, but nevertheless you were mad at Wanda for not shutting him down.

Wanda had caught on to your jealousy, but she chose to ignore it. She tried to reassure you that you were more than enough but alas you couldn’t help but feel paranoid.

The last straw had been when the two of you had been her room. Sure, it was platonic to just have a girls talk behind close doors. It was a week before she was going to go to Lagos with Sam, Natasha, and Steve. Her arm was lying lazily around your waist as you laid on your side.

You let out a content sigh as you muttered, “What are you going to do after all of this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean after all this Avengers stuff?”

In all honesty Wanda was afraid of that question because she just didn’t know. She said sharply, “This isn’t just stuff Y/N, these are our jobs. Not all of us are fortunate enough to have a wealthy father and just be an intern here.”

You flinched at this. You couldn’t do anything to change who your father was, and you loved him despite his flaws. “Just be an intern? Wanda, I sort out your paperwork. Saving the world is more than just wrecking the place and leaving. It involves litigation, insurance, international affairs.” Sure, it was boring, but you were proud of it because it was something you were good out.

Wanda was taken back by this. Wrecking the place? If she had the choice Sokovia would still be in tact and not ruined. She waved it off and said, “Anyway, I was talking Vision,” she noticed who you rolled your eyes at this and she fought off a scoff, “And he was saying how his emotions are starting to develop. I just feel really connected to him and he thinks it has something to do with the stone in his head…” You started to drown her out as you stared ahead. Why would you care about Vision? And speak of the devil, the red android phased through the wall earning a yelp from you as you rolled off your bed.

“Miss Stark...Wanda.” Vision said politely as he floated about, peering at your form curiously.

“Vis...What did I say about this kind of stuff?” Wanda said softly as looked over her bed to look at your frustrated expression.

Vis? You raised an eyebrow as you looked between the two of them. Also, how come your address was more formal than Wanda? Suspicion crossed your mind as you stayed quiet, drowning out Wanda and Vision as they were talking, barely acknowledging you. “Vision, leave.” you snapped sharply as you glared up at him. Vision looked to Wanda who motioned for him to leave as she let out a frustrated sigh, “Y/N.”

You stood up and said softly, “You know, I think my dad would be happy for you two.”

“Y/N.” she said firmly as she stood up to meet your eyes.

“No I get it, it’s selfish for both of us to think that we can keep this up in the shadows. I mean, he’d never approve. And you won’t just run away.”

“It isn’t that simple Y/N, there are lives at stake.” Wanda pleaded.

“You’re starting to sound like him, I mean that’s how it starts after all. That’s why Pepper and him are on a break. There will always be a bad guy, and just when you think that the person you love is at peace, they just get up and leave. Because no one else could finish the job.”

“I owe it to Pietro, my parents, Sokovia Y/N. I can’t take these powers back, I don’t know how to live outside of all that has happened.”

“It’s just the same bull. You owe it to the dead until you die. That’s what happens when your heroism is built on that. And the more I think about it, I can’t do it. I can’t worry about my dad’s old JARVIS flirting with you, I can’t worry about losing my only family and my only love. I can’t do this Wanda, and you know it. I may want a boring life, but at least it is one.” you said shakily as tears started to form in your eyes. You were selfish, you couldn’t help it. It ran in the family. You knew you dealt low blows, but you had to go before things got ugly.

“So you’re breaking up with me?” Wanda scoffed as her eyes scanned your face. She stepped towards you and you stepped back, not bringing yourself to look at her in the eyes.

“I guess I am.” you said softly. Wanda stepped towards you again and before you could step back she grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss. You savored the moment, salt from your tears mixing with the sweetness of her lips before you pulled away. You sniffled before turning away, “I’ll see you later Maximoff.”

Wanda let you go, fighting the urge to pull you back as she watched you walk out of the door. As soon as you closed the door behind you she sobbed into her bed, ignoring Vision as he phased through again, laying his hand awkwardly on her shoulder.

You sped past the wandering eyes, ignoring Natasha’s questioning and Steve’s concerned gaze as you went downstairs to find your father. He didn’t say a word as you ran to him, not questioning why he was there as you sobbed into his shoulder. You were grateful he didn’t ask why at that moment, figuring that he understood, but you would find out later he fully understood what had happened.

When you heard the news about Lagos, you were on board with your father. It had been a week since the break up and you still had not talked about it, but you were there next to him as you watched the news unfold. You yearned to be with Wanda, to comfort her and give her some solace.

You were reading over the Accords with your father as Happy drove to the Avengers facility. You read through the paperwork as you said, “What are they going to do about Wanda?”

He was afraid you were going to ask that. He sighed, “It’s pretty bad Y/N. I mean we need to be held accountable. I think best possible case scenario she gets house arrest.”

“Best case? God dad, she’s my age!”

“Funny how that works out.” Tony muttered. You didn’t have time to respond as the car came to a halt and Tony walked out to meet the Avengers inside.

That day Wanda didn’t want to talk to you, she didn’t want to deal with any more pain as she sat in her room, looking at the tv screen. Natasha and Steve had advised you it was best not to approach her, and so you didn’t it. As tensions grew you stood by your father, thinking that what he was doing was right, and then he decided to take a teenager to fight at an airport against Steve and Wanda. Maybe you should have called him out earlier, but there your father was, bruised as he stood next to you, looking out the window.

Little did he know that you had overheard him and Vision talking as you were about to go see Rhodey. And what they had exchanged disturbed you.

“What happened out there?”

“I became momentarily distracted.”

“I didn’t think that was possible.”

“...You know, when I said break up Y/N and Wanda I didn’t mean fall in love with the witch.”

“I think your command exceeded my expectations as well...I have found in some way that Wanda and I are connected.”

You stopped yourself from listening anymore, rounding the corner to walk away in your anger. Your father had betrayed you. He was the one who caused you all this pain.

And there you were, staring out the window while you unsuspecting father stood next to you.

“Natasha left.”

“Her heart wasn’t in it. It’s not her job to tear people apart.” you said sharply as you glared up at him. Tony gulped and said carefully, “Look, we managed to lock some people up...Sam, Wanda, Clint...this guy named Scott.”

“What the hell Dad? Clint has a family!”

“Yeah well he should have thought about that and stayed in retirement.”

“Cut the crap dad, we both know you’re not so innocent.” you hissed as you locked eyes with your father. At one point you admired the man before you. Now, he was the cause of all your pain and more. How could he?

“Alright..why don’t you tell me what’s really up?” he said softly as he put a hand on your shoulder, which you shook off.

“Oh don’t act like you don’t know...I know you sent Vision to try and break Wanda and I up.” you hissed as you clenched your fists, tears forming in your eyes. Why couldn’t your father be happy that you had found someone to love? How could he even live with himself like this.

Tony tried to find the right answer but there wasn’t one. A guilty look spread across his face as he said, “Y/N, I know it was wrong, but she’s dangerous.”

“Iron Man isn’t kid friendly either.” you snapped as you stepped away from him.

“How do you know she wasn’t using you to get to me?”

“If you got to know her maybe you’d learn that she didn’t hold a grudge against you 24/7.”

“I did what I had to do as a father to keep you safe.”

“Even if that meant breaking my heart?” you murmured, looking at him in bewilderment. You couldn’t do this. You started walking away, hoping to catch Natasha as she was leaving.

“Y/N---”

“Don’t come after me.” And with that you left the man in solitude.

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A week later you were sitting on a bench in Prague, breathing in the warm summer air as the sun set before you, causing the sky to have a red-orange hue. Natasha had left you here, deciding it was better for you to be safe alone than running around with fugitives. You had not contacted your father yet, still angered by him. One day you would forgive him, but he knew he was far from that. He decided it was best for your safety not to know your whereabouts, for if he knew Ross would know, and technically you were aiding fugitives.

Natasha had told you that Bucky Barnes, one of the men who fought Tony, killed your grandmother and grandfather when he was brainwashed. You weren’t angry at the soldier, you were angry at Natasha and Steve, because they knew. In that moment, you felt some sympathy for your father. And so she left you in peace in Europe, with cash and fake identifcation.

You didn’t turn around when a figure came to sit by you. Instead, your eyes were focused on the City of a Hundred Spires and the beautiful sky before you. You were stuck in your desolation, having lost trust in your father, the world you knew, your friends that you thought you could trust, and the love of your life. Here you were, in a foreign country with a fake name and a new life.

Wanda watched you as she approached to sit down. She saw the sadness in your face, how your lips were quivering and how your eyes had been puffy. She slowly sat down, watching the hues of the sunlight reflect along your eyes. Despite how you left things, she still loved you and she didn’t want to see you like this. Sighing she said softly, “Penny for your thoughts?”

You gasped as soon as you recognized the thick accent. Sure enough, Wanda was there next to, looking at you tiredly. Were you hallucinating? “Wanda?” you said softly as you stood up, looking down at her. She was civilian clothes, her hair lighter than before.

“In the flesh.” she said with an awkward smile. Suddenly you knelt down before her, unable to hold back your sobs. You were so cruel before, acting like a typical Stark.

“I’m so sorry, I should have never have said what I said. I was just scared of losing you, and I never felt this way about anyone.” you cried before her.

Wanda looked down at you, her hand reaching to cup your face. She shushed you as she pulled you up with her to stand, looking around in hopes that you weren’t causing a scene. “I’m here now.” she said softly as she cupped your face. You were mess, but you were her mess. In all of the pain that she had suffered in her life, all of the loss, all of the self-hatred, she couldn’t help but feel that she deserved happiness with you.

You sniffled, taking in the sensation of her hands either so lightly against your skin again. “What are we going to do?” you mumbled. The reality weighed on you, and you didn’t want to drag her down.

“We can start over, travel around Europe, me and you. I’ll have to help Sam, Natasha, and Steve, but Y/N, I’ll always come back to you.” she reassured you.

You nodded at this and said with a smile,”I can live with that. Now start over, does that mean I can take you out for a first date and I just get a kiss on the cheek? Which base are we on? Because I don’t mind starting at homepl--” Your rambing was cut off when Wanda had pulled you in for a deep kiss, giving you enough of an answer with that.

[whumpfessional]

Testing

What's happening now with Thalia? Let's find out!

Whumptober prompt 23 - tied to a table

CW: medical experiment whump, muzzled, it as a pronoun, finger gets bit off (but he deserved it tbh), electric shocks

“Stop that.” A voice crackles over a speaker in the room as someone in a lab coat enters briskly and bee lines for Thalia, pushing her hands away and jabbing a finger in her face. “You will listen to us now, you foul-“

Thalia uses all her strength to lunge her head forward, quickly removing the finger from his hand. He lets out a scream as two others enter with rods, giving Thalia a crack across her face before bringing it back to her torso to electrocute her.

As she’s dazed the other comes from behind to put a muzzle over her. “What did we tell you about touching it, idiot?” One spat to the man now holding his hand against his bunched coat.

“I didn’t realize you had her restrained so loosely.” The man replies tartly, glaring at Thalia who simply winks back. “Now grab the finger for me.”

One of the guards complies, tossing it the man who yells and fumbles it. Thalia cackles as she watches him collect himself. At the sound he stiffens, giving her a look now of mock pity. “You’re going to regret that heavily” he tells her as the guards exit. 

Thalia huffs, rubbing the muzzle frantically against the bike lock. “You’re lucky we still need you,” he says, approaching her again as he draws a reinforced syringe. “Or perhaps quite unlucky.” He brings it to the stitches round her neck, and with some effort sticks it in. “All about perspective, isn’t it?” 

Thalia thrashes once before she’s unconscious. 

--

Thalia came to slowly, mind first aware of the sensation of being unable to move, of cold, heavy straps pressing her against cold metal. It was hard to open her eyes, bright light spotlighted her in a dark room. She was on her back, unable to wiggle her arms or legs

“Beginning experiment number 1.0 on subject 17. Starting on the left median nerve test. Subject shows slight awareness.” Masked figures in scrubs circled around. The one sitting beside the table on a swivel stool turned around to select a long acupuncture needle, rolling back over with it. 

Thalia’s eyes widened at the sight of the needle and she thrashed again, letting out a muffled yell from behind the muzzle. “Hey, hey I’m fucking sentient!! Fucking sadists!” She spits. 

“Subject shows full awareness.” Thalia couldn’t help but watch as the needle slid into her arm. It stung for a moment and quivered in her arm, every spasm and twitch sending it wiggling. The doctor clipped something to the needle before turning away. 

“Commencing at 0.05 amp.” A switch was flipped. 

A burning pain overwhelmed Thalia’s mind, forcing her head backwards against the table. Her thumb, pointer, and middle finger on her left hand spasmed uncontrollably. 

The current was cut after a few seconds and Thalia was able to wrasp for breath, twisting her head to the side. The needle was plucked out and placed in a second spot, “First test shows successful response levels. Commencing left ulnar nerve test.” 

The burning overwhelmed her arm once again and her mouth was forced open in a silent scream. Even after the switch was turned off, her ring and pinky finger continued to spasm as the needle was removed. “Success with left ulnar nerve, moving onto the superficial radial.” 

The needle jabbed into the wrist scraped against bone, causing fireworks of pain to spark through Thalia’s mind. She struggled to catch her breath before the doctor had turned back around. 

“Commencing.” Thalia screamed. It felt like her wrist was being broken, over and over as it thrashed around. The needle dug in more deeply the more she moved, causing the pain to burn up towards her elbow. 

Darkness edged the corners of her vision as the needle was removed, eliciting a loud hiss. The wrist flopped on its own after the removal, pain ricocheting from the aftershocks. 

“Completion of left lower arm test. Now commencing the right lower arm test.”

[lightsandlostbells]

Skam France S2.3 reaction

Gossip Girl’s legacy continues to thrive

Julie’s legacy of fuckboys getting out of cars, ehhh, not so much

Episode 3

Clip 1 - Birthday aftermath

Emma’s reactions to the random dude nuzzling into her neck were amusing.

Well damn, French Linn isn’t afraid to go off on her roommates.

French Linn (Lisa) being Manon’s cousin is, I assume, perhaps to make the living situation a little more realistic? In terms of why Manon would be living on her own at this age, since I’m guessing it would be unusual, and that moving in with a cousin makes more sense. (I don’t know if this would be the case for French teenagers, feel free to correct me.)

But since they’re family, that also makes me wonder if they have a close relationship, a distant relationship, or if it doesn’t matter because the show will never address it.

Also Mickael comparing Lisa to an annoying neighbor makes it sound like they’re not as close as Eskild and Linn, though it could just be affectionate complaining. And I mean, Eskild could complain about Linn, too.

Mickael … wow. “That’s my name bitch.” Damn this conversation got heated! Love it. I feel like he has a different personality from Eskild already? In Skam, this scene ends with Eskild teasing Noora about taking her place in the girl squad, telling her how pretty/smart/popular she is, and wrapping her up in a bear hug while she’s giggling. She’s not that upset with him. This scene with Manon and Mickael plays out like an actual spat, although not a very serious one, I’m sure. But Manon did still seem peeved by the scene’s end.

Clip 2 - The Most Important Scene in Skam

LMAO THEY CUT JULIE’S FAVORITE SCENE.

We don’t get a collection of handsome male youth emerging from an impressive vehicle, a clear shot of Alex’s battle-born bruise, perfectly timed wind rippling effects, Kanye West making dramatic proclamations (maybe for the best given his drama over the last week). It’s just Charles and Alex walking down a school hallway and Charles looking back at them, damn.

Lol, I was never mad that this was Julie’s favorite scene, it’s just very ???? in terms of all the amazing scenes she has produced, that this is the one that stands out to her. I can only guess something really fantastic happened to her that day or that the shooting went well or something. 

But now I’m imagining like how they would stage a similar scene in the school … Charles and Alex dramatically emerge from the bathroom and Manon’s hair starts blowing in the wind, cut to a janitor turning on a large fan behind the girls.

This scene was such a non-entity that I have nothing more to say about it.

Clip 3 - Emma revealed as Gossip Girl fanfic writer

Was weird Clara the girl Alex hooked up with before?

Daphne sure wants to meet Manon’s secret girlfriend, huh. And what’s with that look Daphne gives Emma before mentioning lesbians … just wanting her to know she is A-OK with lesbians. More than A-OK. Haha Emma, we know what’s really going on, don’t we? Wouldn’t it be so funny if we made out in like two episodes, I mean weeks?

Emma’s reaction to connecting the Manon-Charles dots is amazing, she’s ascended to another plane of existence. Her sliding away from Daphne and then sliding back toward Manon … good timing, I actually laughed out loud. She’s so proud of her detective skills and living for the drama, and I love that she took the Gossip Girl thing a little farther than in the original.

Did they actually end this scene without music? Did they???? Character development for Skam France!

Clip 4 - I’m just combining all the Friday party clips here

Lisa seems like such a more trying roommate than Linn. Linn just flopped around and did her own thing, Lisa has more fire behind her, which might be nice in some respects, but she also seems like someone ready to explode the next time a fork ends up in the wrong drawer.

I’m enjoying Emma more this season but her drunk acting is not very good. She seems to be too … upright for her level of intoxication, lol. I get that everyone exhibits drunkenness differently, but it feels like her level of Drunk Speaking is way farther along than her level of Drunk Body Language, if you catch me. I don’t buy that she’s really wasted.

I’m not going to be too critical about this since I don’t know what the French standards for raucousness are, but that seems like a damn tame party to get the cops called on you. But I guess maybe it was louder before Manon arrived.

The staging of this part is so ridiculous! 

Lmao, EMMA WAS RIGHT THERE, MANON. She was probably no more than 30 seconds away! Manon easily could have run out and caught up with her! 

Also why did she think Emma took her stuff as opposed to any other rando with a similar coat who might’ve grabbed it by accident? I watched it a few times but I didn’t see how Emma was clearly the one who took her things?

Then she says she's going to call Emma and yet she immediately calls Mickael? Why didn’t she call her own phone, or Emma’s? Even with Emma drunk, she might’ve picked up. At least Mickael’s voicemail is great.

Like they could have, IDK, had Manon hand her things to Emma and go to the bathroom, and when she walks back out, the police are there and everyone’s leaving, Emma has gone, she briefly goes out to look for her with no luck.

I don’t think it makes sense even if you assume Manon ~wants to be there with Charles~ by this point and isn’t trying very hard to go home, because then why even bother leaving Mickael a message, when he could call or text back on Charles’ phone at any time and reveal that he’ll be waiting to let her in?

Charles offers Manon a drink when last week he said he knew she didn’t drink and that’s why he made cocoa. Seriously? This isn’t like Lord of the Rings or A Song of Ice and Fire where there are a million world-building details to remember, this is pretty simple stuff and it was said only one episode ago. Did no one on the cast or crew point this out? Usually I would check to see if the original show made the same mistake but because Skam France was being lazy, guess I will be, too. (And I can’t think of a reason why Charles would make this mistake intentionally, even a very convoluted one. If you can, please share.)

So now it’s time for this iconic scene.

Regarding the original,  it’s one of the few Noorhelm scenes that I like (for the most part), though taken out of the larger context. But one slight issue I’ve had with it is that it feels like this scene is where we as viewers fall in love with Noora … when really this scene should have been about falling in love with William. Because we had plenty of reason to love Noora by now, flaws and all. She stood up to William for Vilde, she spoke out against sexism, she cheered up her friend Eva, she was cool and confident and had impeccable style.  I’m highly charmed by Noora in this scene, and I’m glad Josefine got a chance to show off, and one of the few moments I like William is watching him watch her, because of course who wouldn’t fall for her at that moment? But like … you didn’t need to convince me to like Noora, Skam. You needed to convince me to like William. 

Sure it helps that we see them having some cute interaction, but William seems kinda, well, passive through much of it? He’s reasonably helpful but a lot of it is in ways that make him a baseline decent person rather than an over-the-top great guy (I mean, Isak also lent Noora his phone in S1, and he barely knew her). The cocoa moment is sweet but she asked for it first. The guitar scene doesn’t tell us much about him when really it could have. I mean, for all that Noora mocks the cliche of fuckboy with a guitar ... yeah, it might have been good to see him actually play? Or at least talk about music? Instead of playing the predictable romantic ballad, he picks up the guitar and plays something goofy to make her laugh. Or we see him fumbling through it because he’s a beginner, and Noora ends up giving him some pointers. Shit, even him playing Wonderwall while staring deeply and earnestly into Noora’s eyes would give us a sense of his life away from school and Noora, his hobbies and interests. We learn some about William’s family situation, but I didn’t get much insight into him as a person. The part where they’re "fighting” in the bed is the most enjoyable part for me; it’s playful and cute and made William seem more like a person.

But anyway, on to Skam France’s take on this scene. I don’t have a problem with them cutting out the guitar playing, for whatever reason they chose. Maybe the actress can’t sing or play guitar. Sure, that’s fine, play to her strengths. We could have used the cocoa making scene, though, or if not that, some other enjoyable activity that they do together. I do think cutting out the cocoa/guitar playing hurts the pacing and makes it feel rushed - like in the original, I got how Noora was slowly easing into enjoying herself, feeling comfortable enough to stay, and there isn’t really a sense of that here.

It’s worth mentioning that this scene in Skam is about the length of this entire episode of Skam France. Again, I know, time restrictions, but I wish they could condense more effectively.

Lol, they cut the cocoa and guitar playing but left the part where he calls his mom a misogynistic word, thanks! That part in the original was the one sour note in that scene, TBH, especially because his response to Noora calling him out (“So you only want me to be honest if it’s politically correct?”) is dumb. Imagine if he called his mom a slut because hey, it’s honest. I so love when women object to men’s sexism and men don’t take them seriously. At least Manon seems unimpressed with his response.

Although I do want to clarify, I don’t know the intensity of those words in either Norwegian or French, I’m going off Noora and Manon’s reactions to them.

“It’s good to finally be alone with you” - I mean, you were alone with her last week? The fact that this scene is shortened makes him seem like he’s coming on quite strong since there’s not as much buildup to it.

I do think Charles has some more vulnerable expressions and mannerisms than William, which are nice.

IDK, I still want a version of this scene where we really, really learn something endearing about William/Charles. Something playful. Cut to Manon and Charles playing video games. Air hockey. Chess. Ping Pong. He has a model train set up somewhere. He’s into photography and has a wall where he hangs photos he’s taken. He has a fucking cat named something gross like Princess Pinkypaws that he dotes on. Like if you’re going to go with the “bad boy with a sensitive side” cliche, you might as well go all out and give him a cute pet to manipulate us into liking him. Imagine if Manon asked if he lived alone and Charles said, “Almost” and next we saw him pulling out this well-fed cat and snuggling it.

We know Charles plays basketball, at least, but it’s not like we know anything about why he’s playing, whether basketball means anything to him or if he’s just doing it for parental approval, etc. I need some more insight into who he is as a person. Like I know William’s kind of impersonal apartment might be the point, but think about when Isak walked into Even’s apartment and we saw that he had sketches he’s done on the wall, he had a Nas poster, there were Star Wars posters (the last ones might have been Marlon’s, I’m aware). And at that point we were inclined to like Even, who we hadn’t seen do anything negative yet, and we had already gotten some good insight about his passions via the Mikael video. William/Charles has done a number of crappy things at this point; he needs to win us over.

General comments

Manon and Emma seem flirty as hell in their texts and IG posts. Baby, wife...

Are Lucas’ laundry posts supposed to be a clue that he’s living on his own by now, or am I reading too much into it? We don’t know the timeline for Isak, obviously, but I figured he didn’t move out/into the basement until after Noora and Eva told Eskild about him possibly being gay. Because... how would Eskild know Isak otherwise, right?

I don’t speak French so I apologize if I miss some context, and feel free to correct me or elaborate.

If you got this far, thank you for reading!

[yg-got7scenarios]

Better as Three Part 4 (M)

**GIF NOT MINE

Mini-series.­

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 5

Characters:  Mark Tuan (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader) x Im Jaebum (JB, GOT7)

Genre:  Smut

Length:      6,400 words

Plot:  It’s been about a month since you and your boyfriends had your moments, and Mark and Jaebum are starting to get impatient.

Warning/s:  Poly!Markbum, Polyamorous relationship, Shameless Threesome, Slight boy to boy, Slightly rough sex (spanking, hair pulling, though not too much), Multiple orgasms, Overstimulation, Blowjob, Ass play (this wasn’t part of the original plan I swear), though mostly fluffy sex too?, Aftercare, etc.

A/N:  I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT.  Also, this is straight-up sex and filth so read at your own risk.  Control is not part of my vocabulary when it comes to this Poly!couple, I apologize.  And the last 4k+ words of this fic is written in less than 3 hours haha so I don’t know how it turn out tbh.  Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Seriously, you have no idea how you ended up kneeling in the middle of your king-sized bed, naked, your two equally hot, horny, and slightly tipsy boyfriends sandwiching you with both of your hands behind your back, a silky, yet thick cloth being wrapped around your elbows down to your wrists.

“Do you trust us, ______?” Jaebum whispered against your ear while he secures the bonds on your arms, holding you immobile.  A chill run down your spine when Jaebum tested if the bond was tight enough before he runs his palm over your back – while Mark slowly wraps his hand around your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he smirks.

“You didn’t answer him, ______.” He growls before running his tongue over your dry lips and the hand that is wrapped around your neck went a little tighter and you moaned before nodding, not trusting yourself to speak because Jaebum’s hands are now on top of your mounds, squeezing them rhythmically while he kisses your (surprisingly sensitive) ear.

“Use your mouth, baby girl.” Jaebum bites on your earlobe and Mark presses his thumb under your chin, making you look at him and you can feel your pussy drip when you saw the lustful look on your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Y-yes.”  Your whole body is fuzzing and there is a dull ringing on your ears.  You cannot remember the last time that the three of you had this kind of moment, where the boys are both feeling dominant and wanting to have their ways with you.

“I – I trust you – I trust the two of you.”  You let out a huge breath when Mark loosened his hold against your neck before leaning to give you a peck on your parted lips.

“Good girl.”

—–

It was a Friday and you told your boys that you will be home late since you just wrapped up another successful project with a new client, so your boss treated everyone in your team dinner. You told them that your friend, Chaeyoung, who is also Mark’s friend, will drop you off so the two of them need not to fetch you or pick you up from the restaurant.

When you got in to the house, it was really dark, so you assumed that your boyfriends are already sleeping in the room.  You turned on the lights on the foyer before removing your shoes and coat; slipping on your house slippers before dropping your tired body on the huge couch in the living room.

It has been a tiring month at work to say the least.  You can count on your five fingers the times when you come home early, and on the other, the times you didn’t work on a Saturday or Sunday.

Jaebum and Mark would take turns in taking and fetching you from your office especially if it’s already too late, however, sometimes, you would just book a cab home so that you won’t bother your two boyfriends.  You won’t blame them as well if they get worried, especially when Jaebum once mentioned that your eyebags are becoming more prominent and it shows on your face and body that you are losing weight.

You know that one of them might lash out on you anytime soon, especially Jaebum, if this continues, so you always talk to them about it, being completely honest with what you are doing, and that this is what you wanted to do, then you will partner it with your cutest smiles, warmest hugs, and sweet kisses, which you know both cannot resist.

You stood up from the couch when you were able to stretch your tired limbs and back enough before going to the kitchen, turning on the lights before opening the fridge to find a bottle of water.  You closed the refrigerator door, and just when you’re about to uncap it, you felt two large arms circling your waist and you let out a loud shriek, causing the bottle to drop on the floor.

“Sshh… It’s me, baby girl.” Jaebum buries his face against your neck before placing a light, lingering kiss while his hands are gripping your waist tightly, pressing your back close to his naked chest.

“You scared me!  Why do you have to sneak on me like that?”  You slap the arm that is wrapped around your middle and you giggled when Jaebum laughs against your neck.

“I just want to surprise you, babe.”  He kisses your jaw and you roll your eyes even though he cannot see you.

“How did you manage to get here without me hearing you?  You sure inherited Nora’s skills already.”  You turn your head to meet your boyfriend’s gaze before lifting your hand to cup his cheek.

“How’s your day been, baby?” You placed your hand at the back of his neck before running the pad of your fingers against his scalp and Jaebum leans against your touch.

“It was alright – what about yours?”  He kisses your temple before resting his hands top of your clothed stomach.

“Tiring, as usual, though we had successfully got the project, so things would be slowing down the next few weeks for sure.”  You continued massaging his scalp while Jaebum starts pressing little kisses on your cheek, your jaw, down to your neck.  You tilted your head to side so that Jaebum would have better access to your sweet spots, and you tittered when he sucks lightly below your collarbone at the same time his hands travel up to your clothed breasts.

“What are you doing?’  You asked breathlessly when Jaebum presses his body closer to yours, his naked chest clashing with your back and you can feel him starting to grind his clothed crotch against your ass while he deliberately pops the buttons of your blouse one by one.

“What do you think I am doing?” Jaebum bites on your earlobe before licking on the shell of your ear and you moaned when Jaebum untucks your blouse from your pants before reaching behind you and unclipping your bra; lifting them on top of your chest, freeing your mounds for him to grope and squeeze without any barrier.

“W-wait – Jaebum – I – oh fuck –“ Your words were cut short when your boyfriend quickly pushes you against the door of the fridge, letting out a shriek when your cheek and now naked breasts met the cold, metal surface.  He slides both garments down your arms before throwing both on the floor.  You shivered from head to toe when Jaebum lets out a deep groan when he closes the gap between your bodies again, his half-hard erection now aggressively grinding against your behind.

“Having fun without me?” Your head snapped to the side and saw Mark, who is also half-naked, leaning against the wall at the entrance of the kitchen, oh fuck me.

Jaebum didn’t seem to be fazed by Mark’s presence, instead, he pushes your hair to the side before his mouth is on top of your shoulder while his hands are holding your hips in place as he continues to roll his own hips against yours earnestly.

“M – Mark… Ah!!”  Your head fell back against Jaebum’s broad shoulder when Jaebum digs his teeth on the juncture of your nape and shoulder as he synchronously pushed your ass against a particularly hard dry hump.

“You two look so damn hot…” You hear Mark’s deep, growling voice from a distance and your hands are now balled into fists against the metal surface and you are letting out soft mewls while Jaebum laves his tongue over and over the bruise that he had left on your neck.  All of a sudden, Jaebum pulls away from you and without Jaebum’s body supporting yours, you felt like your shaky legs are going to give out on you but Mark is quick to be on your side, turning you around before trapping your body against the fridge door, lifting both of your arms above your head. His body is now covering yours completely as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, down to your neck, before he presses a kiss on your chest.

“M-Mark –“ You gasped when Mark lowers his face to suck lewdly on one of your nipples before his sharp teeth grazes the tip; running his wet tongue over the now hard nub before switching sides, delivering a more intense suck on the other before biting on it deeper and harder; and you can feel your pussy constrict with each bite, suck, and lick on your now swollen nipples.

Jaebum reappears behind Mark and he replaces Mark’s hands that are trapping your wrists against the cold surface and he kisses Mark’s shoulder while the other boy fondles with the button of your jeans and you pressed your legs together at the view of Mark and Jaebum’s hungry and lustful eyes as they stare at your half-naked form – making you squirm in front of them.

“Is our baby girl getting excited?”  Mark bites his lip before he continues to fumble with the button of your jeans and he turns his head to the side, pressing a small kiss on Jaebum’s jaw while the other continued to stare at your flushed form.

You were taken aback when Jaebum suddenly leans forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss while Mark kneels on the ground to press light kisses on your stomach before snapping the button of your jeans, pulling the zipper down as he continues to kiss the skin that is being revealed as he slowly drags the garment down your legs. Your mewls are completely swallowed by the man kissing you as the man below started to bite on the thin skin on top of the waistband of your panties.

Jaebum didn’t stop kissing you until you felt your throat constrict with the lack of oxygen entering your airways.  You started whimpering against Jaebum’s mouth and wiggling against the tight hold that he has on your wrists.  Jaebum finally spared you some mercy and finally released your lips and you suck in a huge breath, making Jaebum chuckle evilly as he run the pad of his thumb over your abused lips.

By the time that you have exhaled the air that you sharply inhaled, Mark now has both your underwear and jeans pooling at your ankles.  Mark stood up and stepped to the side as Jaebum lets go of your wrists, wrapping your arms around his neck before crouching in front of you, grabbing your thighs and lifting you off of the floor, leaving your clothes behind, allowing you to drape your legs around your boyfriend’s middle, your back still resting against the refrigerator.

“Let’s get you to bed, baby girl.” Mark bites on your earlobe and you felt yourself being carried towards the direction of your bedroom.

That’s how you ended up in this situation – your arms are tightly bounded behind you with your consent, of course, and the smile on your boyfriends’ faces made your worries disappear all at once.  You know that they’re not going to hurt you, and just like what you’ve told them earlier, you do trust them, both of them.

“It has been what, a month? Baby girl, you have no idea how much Jaebum and I had missed you…”  Mark caresses your cheek before kissing your dry lips, while Jaebum presses a few more kisses on your back as his form of agreement.  Mark and Jaebum switched places, so Jaebum is now in front of you and Mark behind you.  Jaebum sits on the bed, taking you with him by your shoulders as he leans against the headboard.  He guides you on your knees before cradling your jaw with his hands.

“Tonight, you will be a good girl, and do whatever we say, baby.”  Jaebum whispers against your ear and you moaned when he licks the shell of your ear and you felt your other man separating your legs slowly and you can feel the anticipation thump heavily against your veins.

“If you want us to stop or if you think it’s too much, you can always use the safe word, okay?”  Mark says as he presses a kiss on each of your butt cheek.

“Y-yes.”  You moan out your response and you gulped heavily when Mark bends you over so that your face is directly facing Jaebum’s crotch while he sticks your ass further up in the air.  Your body shook when you felt Mark’s hot breath grazing your wet core as he spreads your ass cheeks to reveal your glistening folds.

“You’re so fucking wet. Being tied up like this turn you on so much, ain’t it?”  Oh yes, the king of dirty talk, Mark Your boyfriend presses another chaste kiss on your ass before breathing on your folds, causing you to let out another shuddering breath.

“What?  He hasn’t even touched you yet, baby.”  Jaebum smiles; amused with how your body is reacting to every single sensation.  You wanted to roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s retort; but you do know that you will be in huge trouble if you do so, so you just kept your gaze fixed at Jaebum’s crotch, staring at the outline of his hard cock through the thin layer of clothing that he is wearing.

“Do you want to play with my cock, baby?”  Jaebum lifts your head up and you bit your lip before nodding.

“Say it.”  He says through gritted teeth before lifting your head higher so that you would meet his eyes.  Always the more dominant one, you thought.

“I wanna play with your cock, Jaebum, please let me suck you off…”  You lick your lips hungrily and Jaebum shrugs, but you do know that his cock just twitched at your statement.  Not long after, he frees his hard dick from its restraints, and Jaebum pushes you towards his cock through your hair.  Your mouth watered at the sight of the precum on the slit so you didn’t waste any more time, you lick the slit slowly before pushing the head inside your mouth, sucking and licking around the head, trying to set a rhythm. Mark keeps a tight hold of your waist while Jaebum holds your head in place by gripping your hair and shoulder to prevent you from falling, since with your bounded hands, you won’t have any leverage.

When you are about to resume sucking your boyfriend off, you were caught off-guard when you felt one of Mark’s large palm landing loudly on one of your ass cheeks, making you let out a loud “Fuck” instead.  Before you even had the chance to react, Mark buries his face between your folds while Jaebum pushes your head back against his dick – the man being blown groaning at the feeling of your moans and whimpers surrounding his girth as Mark began sliding his tongue inside your hole, collecting your wetness before running his tongue over your clit.  He flicks your clit in harsh circles before enclosing his mouth on top of the small mound, sucking harshly which made you rock your hips against your boyfriend’s face, the dick inside your mouth twitching because of the sounds that are escaping your throat.

“Take more of it, baby girl.” Jaebum pushes his dick all the way in your throat at the same time as Mark slaps both of your ass cheeks while still sucking the life out of your clit.  You felt the head of Jaebum’s dick at the back of your throat and you hold him there as you tried your best to swallow and slurp around his member while your pussy and ass are being tortured in the best way possible.

You coughed loudly and gulped a huge amount of air when Jaebum withdraws his cock from your mouth, but it was quickly replaced by a loud scream when you felt three of Mark’s fingers easing its way inside your drenched slit.

“So fucking wet, can you hear how wet you are, ______?”  Mark pushes his long fingers in and out of your drenched slit at a brisk pace and you are finding it hard to keep still; with both of your hands bounded behind you, you can only seek balance from the men behind and in front of you.  Your upper body is resting against Jaebum’s thighs and you wanted to continue tasting his member, but Mark started to slowly lick around your tight rim, and your whimpers and moans of pleasure started to escalate – followed by a string of curses and profanities.

“Goddamit, Mark!”  You cried out when Mark bites on the thin skin of your asshole before giving it a hard suction while his fingers set a punishingly fast rhythm, hitting that spot in you that makes your legs and whole body shake.

“Lift your head, baby.  Mark is not the only guy here.”  Right.  You had almost forgotten about the boy in front of you because your vision and brain is starting to get bleary.  

“Give your other boyfriend attention or something, ______.  He’s pouting.”  Mark pulls away from your hole before resuming playing with your rim and you tried your best to lift your head to gaze at your other man.  Despite the pleasure building up at the pit of your stomach, you let out a small chuckle when you saw that Im Jaebum, indeed, is pouting.

“You feel neglected, Bummie?” Your words were released in harsh breaths as Mark inserted his tongue agonizingly slow inside your tight hole while he buries four of his fingers deep inside your contracting walls.

“Shut up!”  Jaebum growls but you can see his cheeks are tinted a dark shade of pink.   He lifts your upper body slightly higher before groaning;  “If you don’t resume sucking me off, I will ask Mark to stop, how fun you think will that be, baby?”  He ghosts his lips over your jaw, up to your ear, and you cried out when Mark withdraws his tongue from your hole and he is slowly dragging his fingers out of your pussy, teasing you.

“Fuck!  Jaebum – please – don’t make him stop.  Fuck my mouth, I want it – put your cock back in my mouth, please!” You know you sound desperate, and you did not care at the moment – you want to cum so bad it almost hurts, it is also not helping that Mark was indulging your more dominant boyfriend by not moving his fingers but kept them buried deep inside you.

“Less talk, more work baby girl.” Jaebum smirks as he guides your mouth back on top of his cock.  You lowered your face to his dick while not breaking eye contact with Jaebum, making him growl when the head of his hard cock reached the back of your throat.

“Fuck.”  Jaebum grunts and Mark took this as a go signal to continue fucking you with his long fingers, this time, he wasn’t holding back.  He pistons in and out rapidly and the dick inside your throat twitches ever-so-slightly when you moan or cry out loud with the pleasure.  Jaebum lifts your tear-stricken face and you inhaled a huge amount of breath when Mark’s mouth is back on your asshole, sucking lewdly and your body fell limp against Jaebum’s as your orgasm washed over your entire being – your body thrashing and wriggling tremendously.  Despite the deafening buzz against your ears, you can still hear the hard sucks of Mark’s mouth on your asshole and the squelching sounds of his fingers continuously fucking your overly wet core, and it only heightened your still on-going peak.

You thought that the boys will spare you at least a few minutes to recuperate from your huge orgasm, oh how wrong can you be.

As soon as Mark pulls his drenched fingers out of your hole, he uses your juices to lube his cock before thrusting in to you in one go, bottoming out while his clean hand grips your hip so tight that you are sure you will see bruises in the morning. Mark started to move languidly, pushing his hard cock in and out of your still contracting walls and you grip your hands together, digging your nails against your palms as Mark started pounding in to you, your ass hitting his abs at every thrust.

“You are so fucking tight, baby girl.”  He growls against your hair while he brings his drenched fingers in front of Jaebum. Jaebum lifts your chin up to meet his eyes as he sucks his boyfriend’s fingers clear of your juices which make you clench around Mark involuntarily, drawing out a groan from the man behind you.

“Goddamit, you feel so fucking good around me.”  Mark snaps his hips up before pulling his now clean fingers out of Jaebum’s mouth, circling his arms around your waist, pushing you flat against his toned chest, hitting your sweet spot at the new found position which made your eyes roll at the back of your head and for a cuss to slip out of your dry lips.

“You hit, jackpot, Mark-ah.” Jaebum chuckles at your wrecked form and Mark just smirks against your neck as he continues to fuck that same spot and you are sure that it won’t take long for you to cum again.  Jaebum stood up on the bed in front of you and pulls at your hair and your eyes snap open.  With his huge dick in front of you, you do know what he wanted.  You opened your mouth wide enough to accommodate his hard length and Jaebum hisses at the feeling.  You suck as hard as you could as his length when down your throat again, trying your best to keep up the pace even though you are being wrecked by the slightly older male behind you.

Jaebum holds your hair and nape in place as he started to lose control, he cannot help himself because your mouth is so warm and your lack of gag reflex is such a blessing for him and Mark. He fucks your throat roughly and you didn’t mind, actually, not when Mark reaches below to draw the digit eight against your clit while he continues to slip in and out of you.  

“F-fuck – Damnit, I’m cumming, baby girl.”  Mark buries his face against your neck and you want to tell him to let go, but your mouth is busy, so you purposely clench your walls around him as taut as you possibly can and Mark lets out a throaty groan followed by a long call of your name (and some unintelligible cuss words) as he cums inside you violently.  You can feel his seeds filling you up and your pussy contracts even more at the feeling and even though Mark is drained, he didn’t stop thrusting and rubbing your clit until your body went stiff, your 2nd orgasm much more powerful and nerve-wracking than the first one.

Jaebum felt the vibrations of your moans and cries and he was getting close too, but he has other plans, so he removes his cock from your mouth before sitting on the bed with his back resting against the head board once again.  Good thing Mark is still gripping your waist because if not, you would have fallen on your face with Jaebum being a bit far from you.

Mark is still breathing heavily against your neck, pressing little kisses and sucks against your sweaty skin as you try to gain control of your own breathing and body.  You are still convulsing and your head is rested on Mark’s shoulder with your chest heaving up and down at a crazy rate and your legs trembling against the bed and Mark’s thighs.  Mark kisses your neck one last time before pulling out of you slowly, making you mewl silently as Mark cradles you against his arms.  You are about to doze off but a loud snap of Jaebum’s fingers knocks you out of your slumber.

“We’re not yet done with you, baby.  I haven’t cum yet.”  He makes a mocking tsk-tsk sound and Mark chuckles behind you, murmuring a “jealous” but didn’t disagree.  Despite his shaky legs, Mark managed to keep you up, walking towards Jaebum by his knees. Jaebum, sensing that his boyfriend is a little tired already, took you in his arms before sitting you on his lap. He murmurs a weakling to you and Mark and Mark just huffs, too tired to actually say something, before lying on his back in front of him.

Your arms felt numb by how hard it is bounded and you wanted to ask them to remove it, but Jaebum was quick to cradle your face with his hands, kissing you hard, slipping his wet muscle inside your mouth.  He grips your nape as he kisses you deeper, swallowing all your whimpers as he rolls your hips against his erection, your sensitive clit brushing against his length, your juices and Mark’s cum coating his achingly hard member.

Jaebum bites your tongue and lower lip before muttering, “Let me fuck that pussy – baby girl.” as he continues to grind his hips against yours more aggressively.

“P-Please…”  You are sore, yes, but you know that you owe Jaebum his own high, and another orgasm would definitely be good, won’t it?

Jaebum smiles evilly at your fast response.  “Turn around for me baby.”  He groans and you tried to sit up and turn around, but your jelly limbs failed to cooperate so Jaebum just did the work for you.  He let you regain the feeling of your legs while he massages them slowly.

“Come on baby, I need to be inside you right now.”  Jaebum bites on the thin skin of your nape and you moaned before lifting your hips slowly, directing your hole drenched with Mark’s cum and your own juices against the head of Jaebum’s member.

“You’re so fucking wet…” Jaebum grips your bounded wrist while the other is at the side of your hip.  You looked down as you slowly inserted the swollen head inside your wet slit, taking it easy since it wasn’t even 5 minutes since you last came. However, Jaebum’s patience is thinning and he wants to be inside you so bad so he pushes you against his hard-on by your bounded arms and hips where his hand is leaving red marks against. You squealed when your ass hits his pelvis and Jaebum hisses at the feeling of your cramped walls surrounding his length.

“Fuck, how do you manage to be so damn tight.”  Jaebum murmurs in disbelief as he kisses your shoulders, your neck, your jaw and tears are now lingering beneath your eyelids.  Jaebum removes his grip from your arm before grasping both of your hips, massaging them slowly to help you relax.

“Move, baby girl.”  He growls against your lips and you nodded before slowly rocking your hips against his length.  It is not much but it is more than enough to send tingles up your spine and for whimpers to leave your lips.  Your bounded hands laid flat against Jaebum’s upper stomach while you continue to move, your body making slow, wave-like movements.  Mark is just watching the two of you with both of his hands on top of his head, biting his lower lip with the sight.

The grip on your hips tightened a fraction and you screamed when Jaebum suddenly delivers a hard plunge upwards, finding your g-spot immediately and your body fell forward, your hips stopped moving altogether at the sudden pleasure that coursed through your veins.

“I didn’t say you can stop, baby girl.”  He bites on the side of your jaw and you threw your head back against your boyfriend’s shoulder before convincing your shaky knees that you can actually carry yourself up.  You managed to do so, luckily, and you started bouncing up and down your boyfriend’s length, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.  Jaebum started to meet your thrusts halfway; rumbling and groaning against your sweaty back while his hands never left your hips, which he uses to push you against his sinful plunges.

Mark felt himself getting hard again at the sight of your sweaty body right at his face.  Your lips are chapped, red, slightly bitten, swollen, and red from too much biting and kissing, some parts of your neck are littered with marks and your breasts are bouncing up and down swiftly.  The look on your face screams pleasure, and Jaebum is equally wrecked behind you, his eyebrows are furrowed and he is sucking and biting on the skin that his lips can reach.  Mark cannot hold on much longer when you let out a loud cry when Jaebum bites on the other side of the juncture of your neck and shoulder; he sits up when he saw your legs closing and opening, your whole body tensing and quivering, it seems like Jaebum had brought you to completion once again.

There are white spots behind your eyes when you had reached your peak again, your nails are scratching the wet skin of Jaebum’s chest as he continues to fuck you while your body is still quaking from that mind-numbing orgasm.  You do not know if you can hold on much longer at this point, your whole body is tired and you can feel sweat from everywhere, but the dick inside you is still rock hard and didn’t falter one bit.  You can hear Jaebum’s ragged breathing behind you and he stopped jerking, but his hands are still guiding you to undulate in his lap.

“J-Jaebum – please…”  You whine and you are about to lean back to rest your head on his shoulder again when you felt Mark’s hand cradling your face, wiping the tears on your cheeks and eyes as well as the sweat that got stuck on your forehead.  Mark kisses you slowly, delicately, afraid that you might break soon and you felt your chest about to burst.  His hand is caressing your face and neck, tracing the marks that both of them had left and you shivered heavily, while Jaebum’s dick is still painfully hard and throbbing inside you.  

Mark looks at you lovingly and runs the pad of his thumb over your lips before kissing you again, deeper and more fervid this time, making your insides twirl.  When Mark’s tongue finally come to play, the man behind you resumed fucking you briskly, and you squirmed against their rigid hold against your hips and neck.

“You look so beautiful, baby girl…”  Mark kisses your neck, licking the sweat that got collected at the base of your throat, but your focus is dwindling every now and then.  When Mark encloses his beautiful mouth over your sensitive nipple while the twin is being tugged, pinched, and circled, you thought that you are going to lose your mind.  Jaebum’s thrusts grow harder, devious, and sinful by the minute and the pain and pleasure of oversensitivity is making your head swim and for your heart to beat erratically you’re afraid it’s going to come out of your rib cage.  Mark switch sides just as Jaebum circles his muscled arms around you, your back almost clashing against his chest, (the bounded arms were on the way, pfft) trapping you against his thrusts and Mark’s mouth and hands.

“Goddamit, _____…” Jaebum’s plunges are becoming unsteady and faltering the slightest bit, a telltale of his growing pleasure.  You are surprised that he held it this long though.

“Fuck, you are so fucking perfect, you are going to make me come… FUCK!”  Jaebum snarls when you clench around him and Mark pulls his mouth away from your now swollen nipples.

“M-Mark – help me out, I’m not going last long.”  Jaebum growls and he is just seconds away from coming, but he knows that you are still a good way to reach your fourth orgasm of the night.

Mark immediately understood and he locks eyes with you before he places both of his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them and quickly enclosing his mouth on top of your mound. The scream that you let out is inhumane, and you can feel each and every swipe and lick of Mark’s tongue against your sensitive clit, as well as the alternating harsh and soft sucks by his skilled mouth, and you are sure you are going to pass out after all of this.

Your walls began to constrict even tighter around Jaebum’s length because of Mark’s mouth and he cannot hold on much longer.  He came inside you with a breathless, loud groan, his cum squirting out of his slit and you can feel him filling you up.  Jaebum’s breaths came out as pants as Mark continues to suck the daylights out of your clit until your limp, tired, and exhausted body grew stiff, your fourth orgasm of the night completely draining your strength and vitality.

Mark continued its torturous suctions on your clit to ride out your high while he pumps his rock hard length. He actually started jerking off the moment Jaebum had fucked you mindless, and he moans aloud making him tug your clit between his teeth – which made you jerk out of the boys’ grips – before pulling away completely.  Mark kneels in front of you before pumping his length vigorously, groans and moans slipping out of his glistening, plump lips.  He presses your lips against yours when he finally came, spilling his cum all over your stomach and mound.  His lips and tongue tasted like you and he didn’t stop kissing you until he had rode out his high.

Jaebum has his head leaned against the headboard with his eyes closed, totally exhausted and you are equally, or maybe more, spent.  Mark – who is no less wrecked than the two of you, manage to lift you off of Jaebum and you whined at the loss of contact.  He lays you down on the bed on your stomach just below Jaebum’s feet and slowly untied the bounds on your elbows and wrists.  He sighed heavily upon seeing the red marks that the thick cloth had left on your skin, as well as the marks that his hands left on your ass cheeks – which made them rosy and a little bruised, which made Jaebum’s eyes snapped open in panic.

“Baby, are you okay?”  Mark gently turns you to your side and places you on his lap, careful not to let your sore cheeks touch the sheets.  You giggled when Jaebum asks the same question twice, along with a couple of more sorrys and “shit this looks like it hurts” while he massages and kisses your lower arms and ass, while Mark kisses the purplish spots him and Jaebum left on your neck, shoulders, chests, and breasts.

“Boys, I’m okay.  Aside from my numb arms and sore pussy and ass, I’m all good.”  You tittered and both men let out a sigh, though you’re sure they’re not that convinced.

“We’re still sorry.  We were never this rough before.”  Mark says and you snorted, making your eyes snap open and for the two men to look at you curiously.

“Maybe you; but not this other guy.”  You tilted your head towards Jaebum’s direction and he gasps in surprise.

“She’s right though. Remember our first night?”  Mark smirks at Jaebum and the younger just huffed in amusement.

“Fine.  But who’s better at aftercare, huh?  I always do.  Stop making me look like the bad guy here.”  He sounds frustrated but the caresses and touches that he has on your sore and tired muscles are the exact opposite.  Well, you and Mark have to give him that.

“Since you are better at ‘aftercare’ Jaebummie, why don’t you prepare the bath so we can all shower together?”  He winks at his boyfriend and the younger slumps on the bed before wiggling his body in disagreement.

“How could you throw a tantrum at me?  I’m older than you by all means, now get your ass up and fill the tub with warm water!” Mark kicks Jaebum’s shin and the younger let out a groan but quickly complied, but not after ruffling the elder’s hair affectionately and kissing you on the lips longingly.

“I’m only doing this for our baby girl, remember that Mark-ah.”  He scooted inside the bathroom and you and Mark chuckled at Jaebum’s childish acts.

“Baby, can you sit up?” Mark asks and you nodded.  The boys are great in massaging your numb arms and legs ‘til they gain their own senses.  You turn around so that you are sitting on Mark’s lap as you hear the faucet being turned on inside the bathroom.  Mark guides you to wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes you closer to him, he groans when you hit his flaccid member and you giggled.

“You sure you’re okay?”  He kisses your lips before nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“Yes.  That was… actually really amazing.  Four intense orgasms?  I’m in heaven!”  You rub you nose against Mark’s tall one and he smiles his shark-ish smile.

“Good.  I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby.”  He presses chaste kisses against your mouth until you are both laughing and wiggling against each other’s holds.

“OK lovebirds the bath is ready!” Jaebum opens the bathroom door and Mark snorted.

“Jealous.”  He murmurs and you pouted, lifting your arms in front of Jaebum and he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Carry me Bummie.”  You flutter your eyelashes at him and he shakes his head but complied.  Soon after, the three of you are inside the huge tub and trying your very best to actually take a bath, but with two old boys in the tub, it was nearly impossible because they started playing with the bubbles and splash water against each other, which ended up on you because you are in between them.  When you got fed up, you pinched both of their ears and both men stopped fooling and playing around.

The warm shower and bath really helped easing the pain of your sore bodies so after drying yourselves and putting lotion on the bruises on your backside, the three of you put on some comfortable sleeping clothes, before lying down on the king-sized bed, with Mark and Jaebum on either side of you, cuddling you to oblivion until you three had fallen into a deep, peaceful slumber.

It was a fantastic night.

I HOPE THIS WAS OK HAHAHA.  And the final chapter will be up soon :)

Part 5