#Or it's oh it's all in your head and youre imagining it

[beloveds-embrace]

(p2 of john price x reader who basically manifests him into her life)

It turns out that Captain John Price is, unfortunately, not a fever dream conjured by stress and blackberry pie. He is very real, very present, and very much making himself at home in your cottage.

The next morning, you wake to the unmistakable sound of your mother cooing like a particularly smitten dove. Your heart sinks as you stumble out of your room, still trying to rub sleep from your eyes.

There, at your kitchen table, sits John- completely at ease, like he’s been your husband for years. He’s drinking your favorite tea blend, bulky frame almost dwarfing the chair, and he’s listening attentively as your mother babbles on about your so-called “devotion.”

“Oh, she was absolutely heartbroken when she thought you wouldn’t come back,” your mother gushes, practically swooning, and your father nods his sagely alongside her tale. “You should have seen her, sitting by the window with her knitting, sighing over those letters. I’ve never seen a girl more in love. My poor daughter!”

John hums appreciatively, lips twitching into that insufferably smug smirk as he glances over at you beneath his equally insufferable beard and mutton chops. “Could tell from the letters,” he says, eyes practically sparkling. “All those sweet words. Such a lucky man I am.”

You grit your teeth, feeling the vein in your temple throb. “I was trying to avoid Thomas.” You mutter, but your mother (thankfully) doesn’t hear you over the sound of her own gleeful rambling.

“Oh, and when she baked those little honey cakes just because you said you liked them! I told her it was too much, but she wouldn’t hear of it.”

You freeze. You most definitely did not bake any little honey cakes. Your mother, bless her meddling heart, is getting so caught up in the fantasy she’s started making things up. You shoot her a glare, but John is already giving you that half-lidded, knowing look.

“Honey cakes, eh?” he rumbles, sounding far too interested. “Didn’t know you were so sweet on me, lovey.”

You snatch the teapot from his hands and pour yourself a cup, resisting the urge to pour it over his head instead. “Don’t get used to it.”

Your mother beams, entirely oblivious to your silent war. “Well, I’ll leave you two to catch up. So happy to see you’re finally together!” She bustles out the door, humming cheerfully, and drags your sagely smiling father along with her.

The moment she’s gone, you whirl on John, a fierce glare on your face. “What are you doing?”

He leans back, stretching leisurely, his grin nothing short of wicked. “Having breakfast with my wife. Not how I pictured it, but it’ll do.”

You scoff. “I’m not your wife.”

Price shrugs. “Your letters say otherwise. And your mum’s convinced enough. Can’t exactly leave you now, can I? Wouldn’t be right.”

Your mouth opens, then snaps shut. It’s as if your own trap has snapped back at you, jaws clamped tight around your life. You cross your arms, glowering, and think of something else to say. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, barging in here like you own the place- drinking my favorite tea blend, too!”

He just looks at you, eyes twinkling. “Funny. That’s not what you wrote. Said you missed me. Said you’d make me the sweetest of teas. Said you just couldn’t wait for me to come home.”

“That was fiction, you horrible man!” You hiss, but he just chuckles, entirely unbothered.

Otjer than John, though, you also had another problem that was also caused by him; wedding preparations, the bane of your existence as you’ve come to realize.

Some people look forward to their wedding day- the flowers, the vows, the promise of a life shared. You, however, never pictured it like this, and never expected your “fiancé” to be a man who waltzed into your cottage like he owned it, dropped a stack of letters on the table, and declared himself your soon-to-be-husband. You certainly never imagined he’d take to it so naturally, like he was born to sit at your breakfast table and make himself comfortable with your family.

Your mother, thrilled to bits and practically floating on a cloud of matrimonial bliss, has begun planning the “official” ceremony. Blissfully ignoring your protests (and your thinly veiled threat to elope with the next traveling bard) because she assumes her sweet, beloved daughter is just nervous, she’s already halfway through arranging the entire affair. John, meanwhile, seems to find the whole ordeal oh so terribly amusing.

You find him at the kitchen table one afternoon, carving a piece of wood into something vaguely useful. He’s taken over the end seat- like he’s the head of the household now, of all things, and your father merely laughs sagely- and seems perfectly content to whittle away while you stew in frustration. His coat hangs on the back of the chair, sleeves rolled up, revealing the strong forearms that seem permanently smudged with wood dust and effort.

The door bursts open, and your mother flutters in like an overly enthusiastic magpie, clutching swatches of lace and muttering about floral arrangements as if the fate of the world depends on which flower goes where.

You can practically feel your sanity slipping through your fingers like the flour dust you use in your baking.

“Oh, I’ve spoken to Mrs. Beech about the flowers- she says lilacs would be perfect for the bouquet. Don’t you think so, John?”

Fuck you, Mrs. Bitch-

John doesn’t even look up, his knife still scraping curls of wood from his project. “Lilacs. Sounds nice.” He says with that slow, sure nod of his, like he’s contemplating the tactical advantages of the flower choice even though you just know he has no fucking idea what flowers lilacs are and just knows them by name, not shape.

You glare at him as if sheer force of will could make him combust. “You’re not helping.”

He finally lifts his gaze, an eyebrow raised, amusement curling along his lips, while your mother now frets and flutters around your father. “Don’t think your mum would take ‘no’ from either of us, love.”

You slump back in your chair, arms crossed tight against your chest, trying to will away the traitorous warmth blooming in your stomach. Curse him and his voice. “… I was hoping to at least have a say in my fake wedding.” You mutter in the end.

“Now, now,” he drawls, leaning closer, his voice dropping to that familiar rumble that makes your stomach do a little somersault- so much worse (better) than his usual voice. “A proper husband lets his wife plan the details. I’ll just stand there lookin’ pretty for you.”

Your jaw clenches. You open your mouth to retort, but your mother interrupts with another idea- apparently, she’s already been thinking about colors for John’s suit. “John, you’re so thoughtful! And I’ve been looking at suits- do you prefer navy or charcoal? I do think charcoal brings out the blue in your eyes.”

John glances at you, his lips twitching in a barely suppressed grin. “Whichever makes her happy, ma’am.”

You’re torn between strangling him lightly and strangling him harshly. The worst part is that he doesn’t even sound insincere; he just leans back, all relaxed confidence, like he was born for this domestic chaos just as much as he was built for fighting in ward. You try to glare again, but your resolve falters when he shoots you a quick, soft wink.

Your mother, oblivious to your internal crisis, claps her hands together, now planning the guest list. You sink lower in your chair, wondering if you’d survive being exiled to the woods. John, ever the menace, just gives you a look that promises he’d happily follow you even there and maybe build you a cottage so he can show off those arms of his.

A few days later, you’re back in the kitchen, trying to reclaim some semblance of peace by kneading dough with a vengeance. You don’t even know what you’re baking anymore- scones, maybe? Bread? At this point, it’s less about the final product and more about taking out your frustrations on something pliable and innocent that won’t screech for its life.

John wanders in like he owns the place (again), smelling like the outdoors and freshly chopped wood. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, and watches you with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Another batch of sweets?” he drawls, leaning against the doorframe. “Didn’t know you were so dedicated. Those famous honey cakes of yours?”

You shoot him a glare. “They’re not for you.”

He raises a brow. “Oh? Someone else in line to be sweet on you?”

You huff, too tired to argue. “They’re for your men.” You snap, your hands practically mauling the dough now. Almost strangling it, to be honest.

A little smile spreads across his face, almost fond. “Didn’t know you were so sweet on them too, love.”

You huff, flour smudging your cheek as you try to actually shape the dough. “They’ve had to put up with your grumpy ass, haven’t they? Thought they deserved a treat… and mum said to, anyways- so don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Before you can blink, his hands slip around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His chin settles on your shoulder, scruffy beard tickling your skin. “You keep spoilin’ them like that, they’ll think you fancy ’em.”

You squirm, but his grip tightens, his breath warm against your neck. “Can’t have that, can we?” His voice is a growl, low and deep. “Better make sure they know who you belong to.”

Forget somersaults, your stomach actually flips. “They know,” You mutter. “Doubt they’d go against their own Captain.”

He hums, nuzzling your temple. “Good. Only one man gets to come home to your bakin’.”

You manage an eyeroll despite your heart pounding like a trapped bird. “You’re ridiculous.”

His lips brush the shell of your ear. “You like me that way.”

When he finally releases you, it’s only to snatch a fresh scone off the tray, biting into it with that satisfied grin of his. “Perfect,” he murmurs around the mouthful, nodding his approval. “But I’ll make sure to tell the lads you made ’em for me.”

You narrow your eyes, unimpressed. “What are you, five?”

“Nah. Just a man who likes showin’ off what’s his.”

When he reaches to take another scone, you smack his hand away and he just laughs, the sound rumbling low and warm. He stays with you after that, bothering and pestering you like a stubborn pustule, until all of the scones have been baked and cooled.

And when he kisses your cheek before heading out the door, tipping his boonie hat with a teasing, “Be good, love.” You realize that maybe- just maybe- you should have strangled him when you had the chance.

As revenge for upsetting your stomach, of course.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: name-calling, otherwise really sweet yandere, suggestive nsfw, chewing gum

♡ GN reader

Three years of sharing the same class—he’d started doubting he’d ever get the chance, but then, in your final year, the two of you were finally paired for a project together.

And he planned to use it for all its worth—ask you over to his place, invite himself over to your place, take you out to cafes, propose you eat together, all for the sake of the project, of course, no other reason! Maybe you could take a break and catch a movie or something—he’s totally not going to pretend it’s a date or anything…

And why had he waited for school to do his match-making for him, you ask? Why hasn’t he just asked you out himself all these years? It’s a good question. Why didn’t he think of that? Only he did. He has asked you! Plenty of times, actually! 

It makes no sense. When a popular, good-looking guy like him asks a bookworm like you out, there really is no sane reason to turn him down, but that’s what you do. Always! You always say no, followed by something about wanting to focus on your studies or whatever.

Well, you’re not escaping him this time. You can’t. Not when half your grade depends on him.

And so here you are. At his place, sitting opposite each other with books out and pens in hand, scribbling notes in silence.

He’s tried making conversation a couple of times, but you always answer curtly, killing him. He cleaned his room for you and everything. In fact, he tidied up the entire place! And you’re just sitting there, reading and writing, not even looking at him!

He sighs and pulls a packet of gum out of his pocket, taking two in his mouth as if they were aspirin or something stronger. Maybe he ought to cut his losses and let you go. Plenty of others like him, and you shouldn’t really even be his type, and from the looks of it, he’s not even close to being yours.

Or, wait… maybe you’ve just been shy? Well, it must have been something in any case 'cause you’re looking at him now. Peeking up from your textbook with those big eyes, looking straight at him, or no, his lips.

You’re looking at his lips!

You sigh and look down into your book again, clicking your pen—but you'd definitely just stared at his lips! And now, you're even biting your own lip. Oh my god! You're imagining kissing his stupid face, aren't you? 

He’s reached it—finally, the moment when opposites attract—the moment when you’ve spent too much time with him, you can no longer help but fall in love with him despite how much you don't want to. Oh, and to think he was just about to give up on the whole idea, here you are, daydreaming about him right in front of him!

You keep sneaking glances. He sees it. You’re very obvious. Staring right at his mouth. My, what a brazen thing you are. How unexpected, he for sure thought you’d be more blushy and shy than this, but with those bedroom eyes you’re giving him, it’s as if you’re about to leap right over the table, grab him by the collar, and crash your lips onto his—and holy shit, he can’t take it anymore.

“Like what you see?” he asks. Smirking that flirty smirk that has everyone make giggling fools of themselves, flashing his pearly whites with half-mast eyes so suggestive he might as well be screaming out from the top of his lungs how badly he wants to shove his tongue down your throat.

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” you answer, shaking your head, then scoff with a laugh. 

Okay… not the reaction he was expecting.

“You’re just, uh…” you continue, and he nearly falls out of his seat, leaning across the table in eager wait for your words. “Chewing gum really loudly.” 

What? Gum? Chewing?

“And it’s kind of, uhm…” You look around a bit awkwardly as if looking for the right word before giving up. “Distracting.”

Yeah… that was definitely not the word you wanted to use—he could tell. Distractions are sexy, and you were definitely not turned on. No, you’d wanted to say annoying. But you didn’t have to. It was written plainly on your face instead, in the way you forced your lips into a polite smile that made your eyes crease, looking like an unconvincing wax figure, unable to portray the emotion the sculptor had wanted. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” it all he has the mind to say, picking the gum out and tossing it in the trashcan beneath the table.

Sitting awkwardly in his chair, now, burning from embarrassment, he glares into his book but can't seem to read a single word. Head too busy spiraling in thought. You weren’t even going to say anything, were you? No, you just held your tongue and gritted your teeth through it, until he all but forced it out of you—with the sleaziest pick-up line in existence, no less.

Fuck! He almost groans out loud, but manages to keep it internal.

“No, no,” you say, waving your hand in dismissal. “My ears are just sensitive. It’s totally fine, don’t worry.”

Oh god, now you’re even making excuses for him. Could it get any worse?

Yes. Yes, it can. Because he can’t focus. You’ve written about two pages worth of notes and ideas for what the two of you can base your project on, meanwhile, he hasn’t done a single thing! Fuck, you’re going to drop him as your project partner because of what a total academic disgrace he is and he’s going to fail in both his pursuit of you and the class altogether.

“Will it help you focus if we have sex?” you ask after a moment.

He’s still spiraling and doesn’t have the capacity to listen, so all he answers is a weak and worried, “Maybe…”

But then your words catch up to his thoughts, and his head whips up, looking at you frantically, almost yelling, “Wait, what?! What did you just say?”

You sigh, “Alright then, guess it can’t be helped. But you have to promise me you’ll work after.”

Then you click your pen, placing it neatly between the pages of your textbook before pushing yourself out of your seat and standing up.

Walking towards the hallway where you’d earlier spotted a door with his name on, you turn around to look at him, still sitting at the table, gaping at you, all frozen like a picture.

“Well?” you ask, brow quirked at him. “You gonna sit there, or are you gonna show me your room?”

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𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut MDNI

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: where we talk about the sexual and non-sexual things that turn the stray kids members on (fem!reader)

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: praise, teasing, begging, oral, soft domination, brat taming, edging, overstimulation, corruption, innocence kink, thigh/voice/name fixations, control, messy kisses, pet names, and light degradation.

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Bang Chan's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Black lace lingerie — Something about delicate, see-through black lace clinging to your curves makes his brain short-circuit. He loves how sinful you look while trying to act innocent. Bonus points if you wear thigh-highs with garters. He’ll grip your waist and whisper, "You're really doing this to me right now?"

• Being called Daddy in a soft voice — He doesn’t always ask for it, but when you drop it in your breathy moans, he loses it. Especially when you’re being a good girl and looking up at him with those eyes. Yes, those eyes — you know the ones.

• When you’re already soaking before he even touches you — There’s a moment of stunned silence when he feels it. Then comes the low chuckle and the, "You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you, baby?"

• You riding him in a skirt with nothing underneath — He gets feral when you take control, especially if you lean in and whisper exactly how good he feels. Bonus: when you bounce and the little skirt keeps flipping up? Game over.

• Waking him up with head — It’s not even fair. He’s half-asleep, barely aware, and then your mouth is on him? Yeah, he’s moaning your name in under a minute. Will absolutely return the favor tenfold.

Bangchan's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• You in his oversized hoodie, hair messy, no pants — It’s not sexual... until it is. Something about that domestic image makes him want to ruin you on the kitchen counter.

• Watching you take care of yourself — Skin care, journaling, eating your vitamins — he’s genuinely turned on by how soft and healthy you are. Says it makes him want to protect you, then proceeds to pin you against the wall.

• When you defend him in arguments — He's used to defending you. But when you flip the script? Oh, he’s obsessed. Low-key looks at you like you just proposed.

• You humming while doing chores — He walks by, hears you humming, and suddenly he’s watching your every move like you’re the most fascinating creature alive.

• You resting your head on his lap — Soft touches to his thigh, a quiet little yawn, and your lips brushing his skin? He’ll be hard in 30 seconds and trying to hide it like a gentleman. Key word: trying.

Minho's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Breathless whimpers — Especially when you try to hide them. That quiet gasp when he fingers you just right? He leans in close, grinning like the smug menace he is, and whispers, "Don’t hold back. Let them hear."

• Overstimulation — There’s nothing he loves more than seeing your legs trembling and hearing you say "I can’t" — only for him to keep going until you cum again anyway. "One more," he says, every time. "For me."

• Bondage — He doesn’t even need fancy ropes. Just your hands tied with a scarf and that helpless look in your eyes. He lives for control.

• Calling him sir in public subtly — It’s a dangerous game, but when you pull it off in a whisper while keeping your face all innocent? His grip on your thigh tightens. That’s your only warning.

• Cockwarming — He doesn’t even care if you finish. He just wants you sitting on him, needy and stuffed full while he makes you wait. Like the teasing sadist he is.

Minho's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Playing with his cats — The way you baby Soonie, Doongie, and Dori? You’re basically proposing. He’s already imagining you living together.

• When you don’t take his sass and throw it right back — He’s a menace, but when you sass him back with a smirk? He short-circuits and considers proposing on the spot.

• Your back when you’re putting your hair up — That stretch. That sliver of skin. Every damn time. It’s like you do it on purpose.

• When you laugh at his dumb jokes even when they’re bad — He pretends to hate it. But he secretly thinks you're the only person who gets him.

• Your hands in his hair — Pet him. Scratch his scalp. Stroke the back of his neck. Just know you’re not getting up again until he's done using you as a pillow...or something else.

Changbin's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Praise kink — Call him a good boy and watch him melt. Say it while you're moaning, and he might cum on the spot.

• Thigh riding — He loves watching you grind against his thick thighs like you can’t help yourself. Bonus if you end up leaving a wet patch — he’ll tease you for it while looking so damn proud.

• Public teasing — Whisper something dirty in his ear at a restaurant and watch his face go red. He’ll get his revenge later — expect to be face-down in the sheets the moment you get home.

• Mirror sex — He’s obsessed with watching you watch yourselves. Especially when he’s got a hand around your throat and you’re whimpering his name. “Look how pretty you are when I ruin you.”

• Your mouth — Doesn’t matter where. Kisses, oral, whispering filthy things — if your mouth’s involved, he’s obsessed.

Changbin's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• When you get excited about your hobbies — He loves seeing you geek out about your passions. Will sit and listen with the dopiest grin like you’re the most interesting person on Earth.

• Wearing his gym shirts — They’re huge on you and smell like him, and the sight makes him feral. Don’t be surprised if you get pulled into his lap.

• When you compliment his body without being shy — You grabbing his arms like, “Damn, baby”? Instant ego boost. Instant hard-on.

• Cooking together — You’re just chopping veggies and he’s behind you grabbing your waist like, “God, I’m so in love with you.”

• Snuggling into his chest while he’s sweaty — He’ll pretend to complain but secretly loves that you find him comforting even when he’s all gross from a workout.

Hyunjin's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Slow, sensual makeouts that turn filthy — He loves building tension. Tongues, teeth, gasps — he’ll pin you against the wall mid-kiss just to see you breathless.

• Body worship — He wants to kiss and touch every inch of you, praising every curve and scar. "So pretty, baby. Mine. All mine."

• Choking kink (light) — He doesn’t do it too rough, but when he places a hand on your neck and you moan? It flips a switch.

• Being teased until he begs — Yes, he will beg. Tease him slow, whisper how desperate he is, and he’ll be whining your name like a prayer.

• Spit play — It’s filthy, it’s messy, and he loves it. You spitting into his mouth? Immediate collapse.

Hyunjin's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• You letting him paint or sketch you — You're lying there, bare or not, and he’s staring at you like you’re a masterpiece.

• Dancing for/with him — It could be goofy or seductive. Either way, he’s got heart eyes.

• When you touch his face gently — Stroking his cheek? Fixing his hair? Babying him? He melts.

• Back hugs while he’s lost in thought — Sneak up and wrap your arms around him. He’ll lean back into you with the softest smile.

• Wearing his jewelry — His rings, his chain — it makes him feel like you’re marked by him. You know what that leads to.

Jisung's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Dirty talk — from you — Whisper something filthy and watch him glitch. He tries to match your energy but usually ends up whimpering.

• Desperate kisses — The kind where your hands are in his hair and it feels like you’ll die if you don’t touch him. He gets off on the intensity.

• Messy blowjobs — The wetter the better. Tears, spit, your hands gripping his thighs — he might lose it before you even finish.

• Calling him your pretty boy — Stroke his ego while you ride him and he’ll literally cry.

• Your hands down his pants while cuddling — He loves sneaky touches. Gets flustered but never stops you.

Jisung's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Sharing food with him — Especially when you feed him bites from your fork. Boyfriend behavior.

• Laughing at his jokes — Whether they’re hilarious or awful, he thrives on your laughter.

• Playing with his hair — Scratch his scalp and he’ll purr. Literally.

• Matching pajamas — He acts like it’s silly but takes secret photos of you and stares at them when he’s stressed.

• When you fall asleep on his chest — He won’t move for hours. Claims he doesn’t care but will tweet “someone loves me fr” an hour later.

Felix's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Praise kink (giving) — “That’s it, sunshine. Just like that.” Felix lives to see you glow under his words. You moan louder when he praises you, and he absolutely takes advantage.

• Eye contact while you’re on your knees — His voice drops when he sees you looking up at him. “You’re so pretty down there,” he breathes, brushing your hair back to get a clearer view.

• Temperature play — He loves dragging an ice cube down your skin or warming his hands and resting them between your thighs just to see you squirm.

• Mutual teasing until someone snaps — He’ll flirt, you’ll flirt back, and the moment turns into a game of who can break first. Spoiler: it's usually him.

• When you moan his name — Something about you purring out “Lixie” in that soft voice? He goes feral. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you know it.

Felix's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• You calling him pet names in your sleepy voice — Baby, love, sweetheart — if you say it half-asleep while snuggled into him? He’s yours forever.

• When you bake for him and let him lick the spoon — Domestic Felix is activated. Bonus: if you let him smear chocolate on your lips just so he can kiss it off.

• You clinging to him when you’re scared or nervous — He puffs up like a protective guard dog. And afterward? He holds you tighter than usual.

• Soft humming while you do your skincare — It’s calming, cozy, and Felix will watch from the bed like he’s witnessing an angel.

• Cuddling with your legs tangled under a blanket — He rubs little circles into your calf and whispers about how much he loves your warmth.

Seungmin's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Power play (him being in control) — He looks soft, but the way he grabs your chin and says, “Use your words, or I’ll stop,” proves he’s anything but.

• When you whimper while trying to stay quiet — He’ll smirk and lean in, voice low: “Don’t hide from me, baby. Let me hear you.”

• You getting bratty — He loves a little challenge. You roll your eyes? He’ll have you begging in five minutes.

• Dry humping while fully clothed — There’s something about the friction, the teasing, the way you grind on him with all your clothes still on. Torture — delicious torture.

• Your hands clutching at him — His hair, his back, his shirt — any desperate grab is rewarded with a deeper thrust and a dark chuckle.

Seungmin's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Matching socks — You didn’t even do it on purpose, but when he notices? He files it under “reasons we should live together forever.”

• You roasting him back — He teases. You tease back. He gets fake-offended, but secretly he’s thrilled you can keep up.

• Your sleepy voice when you first wake up — It’s all raspy and soft and makes his heart clench and pants tighten.

• When you instinctively reach for his hand in public — He won’t say anything, but his thumb will rub slow circles over your knuckles for the rest of the walk.

• The way you fold his laundry without being asked — Domestic acts of love? They hit him right in the chest. And yeah, he absolutely rewards you later.

Jeongin's Sexual Turn-Ons:

• Innocent-looking lingerie — White lace, pastel sets, anything that looks soft and sweet? He’s drooling. The contrast between how you look and how filthy you get wrecks him.

• Topping from the bottom — You whine, “Please, Inn-ie,” while guiding his hands exactly where you want them? He shudders. Thinks about it for days.

• Being called “baby boy” during soft dom moments — It flips a switch in him. His eyes go wide, ears go red, and his hips start stuttering.

• When you gasp his name during foreplay — Not loud, not forced — just a soft, needy “Innie…” and he’s already tugging his shirt off.

• Your thighs wrapped around his waist — He holds on tighter, thrusts deeper, and kisses you like he’s starved.

Jeongin's Non-Sexual Turn-Ons:

• You being confident in yourself — Whether it’s how you dress, speak, or carry yourself, he looks at you like you hung the moon. “Damn. That’s my girl.”

• Cuddling while watching cartoons together — You fall asleep on his chest mid-episode? He’s not moving for hours.

• The way you baby him when he’s stressed — You stroke his hair, call him sweet names, kiss his forehead. He won’t admit it, but it makes him feel safe.

• You sharing your hoodie with him — Bonus if it smells like you. Double bonus if it’s oversized and he drowns in it.

• When you compliment his voice — Whether he’s singing or talking, your compliments make him shy — but they also make him want to sing you to sleep that night.

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[classyrbf]

roommate!choso who constantly brings a new girl over every few weeks. He goes out with his lame friends, partying and drinking, stumbling into the apartment during the middle of the night with a random girl who he ends up fucking. It drives you absolutely nuts. No matter how many times you ask nicely for him to keep it quiet or even maybe go over to her place, he gives you the same apology and fake smile.

And tonight was one of those night. The clock at your bedside table flashes the time

1:47 am

and all you hear is the sound of choso’s bed creaking, the girl letting out the most pornographic moans. “I’m cumming!” She yells and you roll your eyes in annoyance, sitting up in your bed. If you weren’t going to sleep at all, you might as well just sit on your phone and watch YouTube to make the time pass. But even minutes later, they’re still going at it, both of them moaning and whimpering, skin on skin slapping against each other.

It was getting hard to distract yourself and even harder to ignore. You stirred in your spot, letting out a deep sigh. As much as it annoyed you, hearing them two go at like rabbits, you couldn’t help but get turned on. Your mind kept drifting to choso, his chiseled face and body, his voice and siren like eyes. It was hard not to find him attractive.

Your hands found their way into your pants, your fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing. It was so pervy of you to listen and actually get off to it, but what else were you supposed to do? You were tired of listening and complaining to him, and at times you wish it were you. With the way these girls sounded like literal porn stars, it was hard not to wonder what he’d feel like inside of you, or how pretty he looked while eating you out.

Before you know it, you were fully undressed, rocking your hips to the rhythm that choso was going, humping the corner of your pillow. Your hand reached up, groping your tits and pulling at your perky nipples, wishing so badly that it was him instead. “Mmph,” you whimper, bumping your clit against the fabric. Why did this feel so good?

Your skin burns hot, mind running wild with imagination. Oh how badly you wished this pillow could be his face, riding his tongue instead. “Oh, yes,” you shakily breathe, pleasure slowly building inside your core. With each rock of your hips, your pussy grows wetter and wetter. It’s the fact you weren’t even getting off to them, but to choso himself. The noises were drowned out by your own thoughts. “Ah! Ah!”

You bite down on your lower lip, circling your hips into your pillow to put more pressure on your clit. Your brows furrow in pleasure and you can tell youre close, that overwhelming sense of pleasure clouding your senses and making your head foggy. “Fuckk!” You moan, eyes fluttering shut, hands reaching up to tweak your nipples between your fingers. The added pleasure pushes you over the edge. “Oh my god! Nnngh!” Your hips jolt against the pillow as your orgasm overtakes you. Did you really just cum to the thought of your roommate? You couldn’t even be bothered to do deal with that right now. Eyes heavy with sleep, you fall over on your bed, still trying to catch your breath. It only took you a few minutes to fall asleep.

Choso stands there in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee when you walk out your bedroom, rubbing your eyes and dragging your feet across the floor. “Someone slept in,” he spoke aloud, catching your attention.

“Shut up. You and whatever girl you brought back were loud last night and I couldn’t sleep!” You shove him out the way, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge.

“Yeah…you were pretty loud last night too. Guess that makes two of us,” he chuckles. With wide eyes, you swiftly turn your head towards him to see he’s already looking at you with a cocky smirk. “Heard you after the girl left. You should really take your own advice and quiet down.” He sips from his coffee.

How long were you going for? It really didn’t seem like that long at all. “Please shut up and forget you heard anything.” You slam the fridge shut, forgetting about your orange juice and walking back to your bedroom.

“If you need help next time, just let me know!” He shouts while you walk away, slamming the door on him.

[daisybeats]

Imagine, if you will, Derek and Stiles are neighbors.

Stiles is finishing his graduate degree in mythology and Derek is in a history graduate program.

They make small talk in the hallways sometimes, but Stiles is mostly with the beautiful red headed girl and Derek is seen a lot with the beautiful brunette who looks ready to maim at the slightest provocation.

Derek is reading one night and hears yelling through the walls of his apartment. He doesn't think much of it until he hears a feminine voice yelling back. He realizes it's coming from Stiles' apartment.

After 15 minutes, he finally decides to go over and see if everything is okay.

He's awkward when Stiles finally answers the door and Derek asks if everything is okay.

Stiles huffs and says it's fine.

“Really? Because it sounds like someone’s being murdered in here.”

Lydia appears behind Stiles, wine glass in hand, her expression equal parts fond and exasperated. “Oh, no one’s dying. He just thinks Orpheus was right.”

Stiles throws his hands in the air. “He was! He risked everything to save Eurydice! That’s-”

“He looked back, Stiles,” Lydia interrupts, turning to Derek with a theatrical sigh. “That was literally the one rule. Don’t look back. And he looked.”

“Because love makes you do stupid things!” Stiles snaps, wheeling back toward her. “He thought maybe she wasn’t there! That maybe the gods lied! I’d look too!”

“You would doom your man to eternal suffering because of your trust issues?” Lydia deadpans.

Derek blinks slowly. “You’re arguing about a myth?”

“It’s not just a myth!” Stiles nearly vibrates with frustration. “It’s a story about human nature and the fragility of faith and-”

“And how men can’t follow simple instructions,” Lydia adds.

"God, if I hadn't broken up with you in highschool, I would have done it right now." Stiles grumbles.

That catches Derek's attention. Is she not his girlfriend? Lydia's words about Stiles "dooming his man" filter in.

"Wait, are you guys not dating?" Derek finds himself asking.

"God no." Stiles says immediately.

"That vehemently quick denial kind of hurt my feelings." Lydia smirks.

"Eat me, Martin."

Suddenly Derek is hopeful. Maybe he can get to know his slightly neurotic, gorgeous neighbor.

"um, okay. Sorry. I misunderstood. I'll just be going now."

Stiles smiles at the man

"thanks for coming to make sure Lydia wasnt killing me. I appreciate that."

Derek nods and smiles back.

Before he walks back to his place he looks at Stiles one more time

"just so you know, I'd risk it all to turn back too."

[whambamsami]

smile, you're on camera!

pt. 2

summary: you accidentally find out what neighbor!bucky really does for work. and he's more than interested to show you how professional he can be.

note: trying to work a bit more on my dialogue! definitely a bit out of my comfort zone haha but trying new things! this is also not proof read at all lol so it fully might be rlly jumbled and rambly but its 3am soooo

warnings: 18+, a little bit of language and the tiniest sliver of smut!

It really wasn’t your intention to find out what Bucky Barnes did for work. 

He was always kind, even friendly at times, and an overall good neighbor. Always lent you sugar when you needed some for any baked goods you’d make (in exchange for a bite, of course). Changed your oil for free when your car was giving you trouble. You’d shared a few movie nights, and he always made the popcorn with extra butter, just how you like it. Even let you crash on his couch when the power went out. 

That’s where you accidentally stumbled across his… equipment.

He had told you that he kept extra candles in a bottom drawer in his bathroom. He didn’t specify which, so you tried the left side.

And there they were.

Cock rings, vibrators, handcuffs. Things you didn’t even know the names of, but you were clever enough to infer. A whole rainbow of sexual depravity.

Certainly no candles. 

A gasp had left your mouth before you could stop it, drawing his attention. 

“What is it?” 

“I- nothing!” you replied, admittedly a bit too quickly, slamming the drawer back into place and scrambling to grab the candles from the correct drawer on the right side, hurrying back into the living room before he suspects anything. 

It’s not like you were snooping. It was his fault, really, for being so loose with his instructions. He should have been more specific.

“Found them!” you said, a bit breathless, thankful that the darkness of his apartment cloaked the rosiness that was blooming in your cheeks. 

You could only see his tall, broad silhouette, and you could see his head tilt a bit to the left. You imagined he was looking at you skeptically, but decided not to push it. 

In actuality, he was getting a better look at you. Smirking knowingly. 

Like a wild animal who had just trapped its prey. 

Once the candles were lit, he pulled out his projector you’d grown all too familiar with from your movie nights. Lucky for you two, it was battery-powered.

“You’re a genius!” you exclaim.

He grins. “Horror or rom-com?”

“Oh, rom-com, please. You can’t put me through a horror movie when the power’s out.”

“Aw, I was just trying to get you to cling to me when you get scared! We have to conserve body heat in these kinds of dangerous events, don’t we?” 

And despite his usual flirty demeanor, you let yourself imagine that he snuck a glimpse at your lips in the dark.

The candlelight was playing tricks on you, surely.

Always a great host, he made sure to remind you, “If you need anything, and I mean anything, I’m sleeping one door away, ok?”

You barely slept a wink that night, your mind plagued with questions of what he does with those toys. 

Of how he might use them on you.

A week goes by, and you’ve spiraled a bit. You haven’t seen Bucky since you spent the night on his couch, which was a bit of a relief, and you’d honestly been actively putting a bit of space between you two. But your apartment complex wasn’t all that large, and it was only a matter of time before you were waiting on the elevator to head up to your floor when a familiar vibranium hand stopped the doors from closing. 

Bucky’s large frame slid into the elevator, offering a warm smile and nod. 

“Hey. Think you might know what floor I need.”

You laugh lightly when you hit the button, doing your best to ignore the fact that his cologne in the tight space was starting to become really overwhelming. God, you just wanted to bury your face in his chest and breathe him in while he-

“Oh, forgot to ask- do you have a lighter I could borrow for tonight? It’s for a work thing” he asks as the doors to the elevator open and the two of you head to your adjacent apartments. 

“Oh, yeah, I can drop it off in 5?”

“Perfect! You’re the best.”

You close the door to your apartment, finally feeling like you can breathe again, before rummaging through one of your junk drawers. Where’d you put your lighter again? 

When you find it in your bathroom by a scented candle, your mind started to wander a bit. 

A lighter? For work? 

You’ve never really talked about work. You always assumed he was still doing the Avengers thing, or at least some form of government work. Hell, with his body, he could probably be a personal trainer and make more money than you could imagine.

So what did he need a lighter for?

After slipping the lighter into your pocket, you pop into Bucky’s apartment after two quick knocks.

“Bucky?” Nothing for a few beats, and his apartment wasn’t exactly huge, so he had to have heard you. Where the hell was he? “I brought the lighter, like you asked!”

“In here! He calls from his bedroom. 

…Were you supposed to go in there? 

No. Thats a bit personal.

It’s not like you’d accidentally seen his sex toy collection or anything.

No, the bedroom is too personal, you decide. 

“I’ll just leave it on your counter! Don’t want to interrupt…”

You can hear him rustling a bit behind the closed door, and it creaks open. 

Bucky, wearing an easy smile, and almost nothing else, making his way toward you.

Okay, it wasn’t like he was naked, he had on a loose-fitting pair of joggers, but this was your first time seeing Bucky shirtless, and the way his bare torso had you reacting was practically worse than if he came out totally nude. 

Tanned, broad shoulders. Those arms, thick and toned, hanging casually by his sides like they weren’t the most tempting thing you’d ever seen. Rippling muscles littered with scars of his life before, hardened by such physical work. A dusting of chest hair, and a happy trail that led your traitorous eyes down, down, down…

“Thanks again, really. My last one hasn’t worked since the power outage, and I haven’t had the chance to replenish.” 

You snapped your gaze back to his, trying desperately to fan the flames in your stomach that were making your cheeks a bit rosier than normal.

“Of course! It’s just a lighter.” You shrug, hoping that you sounded casual. 

“I did mean to ask you…” Bucky tilts his head, intrigued as to what you might be asking. “What exactly does a supersoldier need a lighter for? Does Tony Stark not have that in the budget?” You joke lightly, a mask to your genuine curiosity.

That earns you a laugh from the mountain of a man before you. 

“That’s just my day job, actually. The candle I need for the night shift.”

“...Night shift?”

“I’m in the adult industry.” He says. His voice comes out plain but his eyes scan your face, trying to guage your reaction. Like he’s secretly a bit nervous.

“...Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So like… drugs?”

Another laugh from him.

“God, no, I work for the government! Which, believe it or not, doesn’t pay very well, so… I do a little work in the adult entertainment industry. Sometimes”

A beat passes. 

“You know…porn?” he continues, having the gall to smile. 

You go bright red. 

“Oh!” you finally manage to squeak, “that’s nice! I mean, whatever puts food on the table, right? Plus, I’m sure you have a good clientele… not because you’re hot or anything, I mean, you are hot, but I just meant being an Avenger and all-”

He’s chuckling warmly as you scramble for coherence. 

“No, I get it. It’s definitely a bit… unconventional, but I can’t deny that the pay is a large draw. Plus, it isn’t work if you’re doing what you love, right?”

Oh, now he’s trying to kill you. 

You pause a moment more. 

“...can I ask one more question? At the risk of being even more invasive?”

“Course. I’m an open book.”

You take a deep breath.

“Are you going to fuck a candle?”

That makes him burst out loud. 

“God, is that what you think I need this lighter for? No! I mostly do solos and I have a private chat room where people can request whatever depraved stuff they’d like me to do. Tonight, I had someone ask me to do some wax play. It’s not exactly something I do all the time, so…” He holds the lighter up, like it should’ve obvious what he needed it for in the first place. 

“Well, what was I supposed to think! And good, I can’t imagine that would feel amazing.” 

You both laugh a bit, and you’re silently thanking the lord that he seems to see this conversation as amusing and not incredibly intrusive of you. And that he can’t seem to tell that the fact that your hot neighbor does porn is a living fantasy for you or anyone else with a libido.

As you turn his doorhandle to leave, you pause and turn around to ask,

“...Would you fuck a candle?”

He grins and has the nerve to wink.

“For the right price.”

And you practically sprint out of there.

Later that night, curiosity got the best of you.

Well, of course it did! Your superhero neighbor-crush-thing does porn. You’re only human. 

You felt shame, hot and wretched, curl in your gut as soon as the idea crossed your mind.

But, like all bad ideas, once it dug its way into your brain, there was no stopping you until you scratched that itch. 

It was late. Really late. The glow of your phone told you it was almost 2 AM. That added to your shame a bit as you punched in Bucky’s name into your search bar, earnestly unsure of what you might find. 

You tried combinations. JamesBarnes popped up with a profile of a middle-aged dad in Minnesota. WinterSoldier came up with a ton of profiles, from fan accounts to political conspiracy theorists. The prolonged longevity of your indignity almost had you giving up, but you decided that it wasn’t wrong of you to look. It wasn’t like you were paying for an OnlyFans here, you were just looking up your neighbor’s public profile. Was that such a crime? 

Your shaky fingers typed in BuckyBarnes, and there he was. A blue checkmark perched like a medal next to his name. He was a bit famous, you supposed, so it only made sense. 

For someone with so many followers, he only had a few pictures. Some of him with Sam, and other Avengers you recognized. Some posts from him at charity galas, supporting children in underprivileged countries, veterans, and more. 

His more recent posts were definitely a bit more suggestive. His bare chest glistening after it appeared he’d finished a workout. In your apartment gym. His shorts hiked higher to display his muscular thighs. A knowing smirk for the camera, like he was smiling just for you. Some at the beach, his time in the water plastering his shorts to his skin, leaving very little to the imagination. Cheeky captions inviting an onslaught of admirers to leave comments, some suggestive, some so graphic you’re surprised they weren’t banned. @Fuckmebucky92’s remarks on his latest post of him sprawled on white linen sheets in just his boxers had even you clutching your pearls. 

A purple ring around his profile drew your attention.

He had posted a story.

Recently. From today, maybe.

It couldn’t hurt to look, you think. After all, he had so many followers that even if he did think to look to see who was viewing his story, he’d have to sort through thousands of fans before even getting close to you.

So you took a breath and tapped. 

And there he was, in the same joggers you’d seen him in earlier, smiling easily at the camera like he knew who was behind it. His metal arm glinted at the camera, and you could see he was speaking. You turned up your volume to hear his voice, deep and raspy, speak to his fans. 

“...and I’m lucky enough to have a few slots open tonight for some solo sessions, so if you’d like to get to know me a lot more personally, click the link in my bio. I can’t wait to see you soon.” and he winks cheekily at the camera, just like he did earlier. 

You almost throw your phone across the room, how much he affected you. Luckily for both your phone and your insurance, you managed to just drop it on your chest and cover your face with your hands. You needed a second to catch your breath, but you felt a buzz from your phone, and when you picked it up and checked the screen, you had a DM request.

No. 

There’s literally no way.

@BuckyBarnes: Saw you viewed my story. Did my confession earlier have you feeling a little curious, doll?

You could just die right now. 

@Y/N: is this how you find your clients? hunting down people who view your public profile?

He replied almost instantly.

@BuckyBarnes: Call me an entrepreneur. And don’t pretend like you were trying to be neighborly.

God, you could practically see his smirk.

@Y/N: confident, are we? i just wanted to make sure you weren’t using my lighter for anything more inappropriate than you already planned!

@BuckyBarnes: So you weren’t the least bit interested in what you might find on my account? C’mon, I won’t tell…

You’re about to quip something back, but you see those bubbles pop back up again. 

@BuckyBarnes: If you ever want a private session, I’m right next door.

Oh, he had to be kidding.

@Y/N: …do i get a neighbor discount?

@BuckyBarnes: Hell, I’d give it to you for free. 

@Y/N: that’s high praise. 

@BuckyBarnes: Call it an ambitious marketing strategy. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll convince you to be a guest star in one of my little homemade videos…

@Y/N: you must have really liked that lighter, huh?

@BuckyBarnes: I had plenty of fun with the lighter. But if I need to hold it hostage to convince you to come over here, I’m not above that.

You roll your eyes. Ever the flirt.

@BuckyBarnes: C’mon, baby. I’ve been dying to see what makes you tick. 

Once again, Bucky Barnes was stealing precious sleep from you. 

Of course you bump into him in the elevator the next morning.

You two exchange polite nods. He stands next to you. Had he gotten taller overnight, or was his presence just more encapsulating? Your plan was to keep your mouth shut, because god knows it’s been getting you in trouble lately. But of course, Bucky wasn’t having that.

“Late night?” a knowing tone in his voice. 

Great. He’s in the mood to fuck with you. 

“..a bit.” you reply cautiously. What the hell is he playing at?

“You don’t want to ask me if I got enough sleep?” and that false innocence in his voice had you more nervous than you’d like to admit.

“...Did you have a late night, Bucky?” 

“Oh, I think you know the answer to that.” he coos, leaning in just enough to be closer than usual. 

Thank god it was your floor. 

The elevator doors opened and you practically jumped out, speeding off to your apartment, praying you made it out in time before he caught a glimpse of your face.

“Offer still stands, doll.” he calls after you.

Jesus Christ.

Your phone dings seconds after you make it to your apartment. 

@BuckyBarnes: Door’s always unlocked, sweetheart. Let me show you why I’m a professional. 

And you slump to the floor.

Hours later, you finished up at the gym and took a much-needed shower. The heat that had been building between you and Bucky was enough already to warrant at least 20 minutes self-reflecting in cold water, and your attempt to sweat him out of your system had proved fruitless. 

Of course, there was always the old fashioned way to relieve a little stress.

So that’s how you ended up on your back in bed with your hand shamelessly stuffed down your panties. Your little silk slip nightdress, the black one you sleep in when it’s extra hot in your room, is bunched up around your hips as you work yourself as silently as possible, stifling your little gasps, the thought of what Bucky could do to you filling your lust-clouded mind. 

You finally found a rhythm when your phone buzzed to life. Who the hell is texting you at this hour, interrupting your extremely vital indulgence?

@BuckyBarnes: Want to know one of the many perks of being a supersoldier?

God, why now? You were so close…

@Y/N: make it quick barnes, im busy

@BuckyBarnes: Oh, I know you are. Because one of the perks of being a supersoldier is the enhanced senses.

Fuck.

@BuckyBarnes: I can hear every pretty little noise you’re trying not to make right now. I can hear your heartbeat quicken. God, doll, I can practically taste you from here.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You would have to move apartments. Countries, maybe. 

@BuckyBarnes: Let me help you, sweet girl. I know what you need. Let me give you what you need, yeah?

@BuckyBarnes: Were you thinking about me, hmm? Trying to get me off your mind? Poor thing, you should have just asked me to help. I’m right across the hall.  

@BuckyBarnes: Let me take care of you, baby. 

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Hi, a request where the reader is Dr. Robby's younger sister and the doctor's girlfriend of Frank langdon, I imagine the dynamic between the three of them being fun, and since I can't live without Angt, maybe one day the reader will show up because she had a serious accident. Thanks.

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summary: robby’s sister is dating langdon… what could go wrong?

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female robinavitch!reader

rating: R for language and pitt type of blood

word count: 1.4k

warnings: pitt type of blood/heaviness, 

pairing note: the reader can be adopted or blood related, up to you <3

author’s note: thank you for the request!

You had started dating Langdon after you briefly met him through your brother. You had stopped by the hospital to drop off baked goods for the doctors and nurses when you first spoke to him.

Robby introduced you two, and he didn’t think much of the interaction, but Langdon was instantly smitten. He kicked himself for being so infatuated with his boss’s sister, but what could he say? You were drop dead gorgeous, and it didn’t hurt that you were a damn good baker too.

You worked about ten minutes from the hospital, so it wasn’t unheard of for you to drop by and say hello to your brother while dropping off food for him and his team. You owned a very well-liked cafe and would often bring over any extra food to The Pitt. 

When Langdon first saw you (and he would tell you this later on), he felt the calmest butterflies in his stomach. The kind you get when you see someone you want to be around all the time, and never get anxious while doing so. It was a new feeling for Landon, so who could blame him for falling head over heels in love with you by the fourth week of dating? 

You were quick to fall for him, too; it wasn’t a one-sided thing. If your brother hadn’t been so preoccupied with his work that first day, he would’ve been able to tell by the look in your eyes that you were falling for Langdon.

You weren’t sure which drew you in quicker: his jawline, chisled by the gods, or his bright blue eyes, blue as a wild ocean you could get lost in. Whatever it was, his kind heart and loving nature sealed the deal for you by date three. 

And by the time you both said your ‘I love you’s, you knew he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

**

“Coffee’s here!” you announced, walking into The Pitt with several cups of fresh coffee.

“Thank you,” Dana said, helping you put the coffee on the front desk counter. “I’ll let the team know.”

“Is Langdon around? I’d like to talk with him before I head back to our place,” you said.

“I think he’s helping a patient,” Dana said.

“I always have time for my girl,” Langdon interjected, coming from a patient’s room. He took off and tossed his disposable gloves as he walked up to you. “How are you?” He leaned in and kissed you quickly, not giving you a second to answer.

“Better now,” you said when he pulled away.

“What’s all this?” Robby asked, coming out of the same room Langdon was in and doing the same thing with his gloves.

“I brought coffee for you guys and the nurses.” You smiled at your brother.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do all that,” Robby said. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well, you already know this, but…” You held up your left hand and showed off a gorgeous engagement ring.

“We’re engaged!” Langdon exclaimed.

“No way!” Dana gasped. “Let me see the ring!” You held out your hand, palm down, so she could get a better look as the other nurses and doctors came rushing over to see what all the fuss was about.

“Ooh, I smell coffee,” Dr. McKay said as she came up behind Robby. When she saw the ring, she exclaimed, “Oh my god! Y/n!”

As the hour passed, more and more doctors and nurses congratulated you and Langdon when they got a chance. 

Before you left, after you said goodbye to your fiancé, your brother stopped to talk with you.

“You know, I couldn’t be happier for you and Frank,” he said.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him.

“You gonna be safe getting home? It’s raining pretty hard out there.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” you told him.

**

The shift was almost over, only two hours to go before Langdon could rush home to you.

“Car accident, woman in her early thirties, man in his late forties, six minutes out,” Robby was informed.

“Understood,” he said.

The last six minutes of peace that Langdon and Robby would have that day passed quickly before you were wheeled in on a stretcher.

“It’s…”

“…Y/n,” Robby finished Langdon’s sentence.

Langdon’s whole world stopped as Robby’s shoulders dropped.

“Pulse was weak, but we lost it,” the EMT doing chest compressions said.

“I-I,” Robby stuttered, completely frozen with fear. 

Dr. Collins and McKay had to step up and take over for him and Langdon. Collins replaced the EMT and started doing compressions.

She called out medical terms that you (had you been conscious) would never understand, but Langdon and Robby did. It meant there wasn’t much hope for you.

“Robby, Robby,” Langdon exclaimed, trying to get his attention. “W-We need to help her, we can’t just sit back and do nothing!”

“Y-Yeah,” Robby choked out.

Robby and Langdon started to help McKay and Collins, but quickly learned there was no use in their being there, they were both too shaken up to be of any help.

They instead both chose to help the other car accident victim (the driver of the other car), once you had a pulse and things were looking up.

**

Langdon and Robby’s shifts were over, they should’ve been going home. Langdon should’ve been in his car listening to your favorite music as he drove home to you. 

“How is she?” Langdon asked Dr. Abbott when he came out of your room. 

He simply shook his head, “It’s not looking good.”

“Give it to us straight, how bad is she?” Robby asked.

“Her pulse is very weak; she had a punctured lung, as you know, due to her broken ribs. What worries us the most is the head trauma; she has a pretty severe concussion from when her head hit the window. It could go either way at this point, there’s no way to really know yet. She could wake up and be okay, or–”

“She could not wake up,” Robby finished his sentence. “Oh my god.”

“No,” Langdon shook his head, “no! There must be something we can do, we can’t just…”

There was a beat of silence as they all just looked at each other, each of them hoping for the same thing.

“Oh, Langdon, here,” Abbot said and handed him a small container with your engagement ring. “We had to cut it off her broken finger.”

**

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Langdon sleeping on the chair next to your bed. His head rested on his fist, his elbow rested on the arm of the chair. Soft snores escaped from between his lips as you smiled to yourself.

“Hey,” you said quietly. Langdon stirred awake, and his eyes opened wide when he saw you were awake.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled, and he stood up. He leaned down and kissed you quickly. “Thought I lost you for a minute there.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, babe,” you giggled as he pulled back. 

“I’ll go get Robby,” he said before he left the room. He came back with Robby in tow, who hurried to hug you as best he could.

“You had us really worried there, Y/n,” Robby said.

“How are the people in the other car?” you asked.

“He’s fine,” Langdon said, moving the chair closer so he could sit down and hold your hand at the same time. “His brakes gave out in the rain, that’s why he hit you.”

“I’m glad he’s okay,” you said.

“We’re glad you’re okay,” Robby added. 

“Besides the two casts, I feel fine,” you shrugged, referring to your left arm and left leg, both in casts. “Where’s the ring?” you asked when you realized you were no longer wearing it.

Langdon took the container out of his pocket, and your eyes welled up at the sight of your damaged ring. 

“Hey, what matters is you’re okay,” Langdon said when he noticed you were upset. “That’s all that matters.” He leaned in and kissed you, placing his hand on your cheek for added support. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you replied.

[paulyenvol6]

Made To Take It

Jackson!Joel x Jackson!Tommy x female reader

Okay so I'm definitely going to hell for this one. This is dirty, filthy, raunchy and SO thirsty, but I'm a slut for Joel and Tommy, I'm sorry. Enjoy these 13,000 words of (almost) pure smut and meet me in hell.

Contains: Oh lord, where do I begin... smut, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving and it's rough and messy af), fingering, degradation, humiliation, objectification, gagging, choking, boot riding, slapping, fat age gap (Joel and Tommy are in their 50s, reader is 24), sort of innocent kink, dacryphilia, mentions of somnophilia, dom Joel and Tommy (obviously), subby/whiny reader, everyone involved is a little drunk, dubcon (gonna put this here just in case because at some point reader is in pain and doesn't give clear consent), flirting, mentions of alcohol and cocain, use of words like bitch/slut/whore, descriptions of pain and discomfort, they're cumming over reader's breasts and face

Wordcount: 13,115

Masterlist

Joel hated it.

He didn't exactly hate you, but he hated what you were doing. The words coming out of your mouth, your smiles and your sparkling eyes.

When he thought about it, maybe it was more about the things you made him feel than what you said, but it was much easier to blame you.

You didn't have to wear that tiny excuse of a skirt or that tight pink top that showed off every curve of your body in a way that made him want to bang his head against the table in front of him just to make those sinful images disappear from his mind.

He felt awful for even just thinking about you that way, a girl almost 30 years younger than him. But what made him feel even worse was when his eyes stayed on you for just a little too long. Long enough to glance at your beautiful legs and your waist and imagine what you would feel like.

Joel inhaled the air which was definitely too thin in here and searched for a window or a door to open. Just when he was about to turn to his left someone sat down in a chair to his right and he spinned around only to look into a pair of brown eyes that looked very much like his own.

"Tommy. Didn't know you were comin'."

Joel tightened his grip around his glass and then emptied it in one go. If he already felt miserable dreaming about you like that, he better be drunk at least.

"Didn't know you were comin' either. You alright? You look awful."

"Thanks."

Joel darted at him, the corner of his mouth lifting as he noticed the hazy veil in front of his brother's eyes that hinted at the fact that he wasn't entirely himself either. Tommy exhaled and then leaned back in his chair, his eyes staring into space, but then Joel felt an arm around his shoulders.

"Seriously, though, why the fuck you here? You hate this kinda stuff."

"Thank you for tellin' me what I like."

Joel pushed his hand away and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table.

"You pissed?"

"No," he growled, rubbing over his forehead with his hands that were cold from the icy liquid in his glas and hoped that it would calm his racing mind.

"Alright."

Tommy was quiet for the next few minutes which was why Joel eventually decided that from you, himself and Tommy, the latter was the least to blame so he gave him a conciliatory grin and toasted with him. That was communication enough and the two brothers silently watched the scene before their eyes until Tommy quietly chuckled.

"She's puttin' on quite the show, isn't she?"

Joel's heart jumped, his head throbbing as he tried to figure out who he was talking about and when he followed his little brother's gaze he almost choked on his own spit.

"Yeah, I guess," Joel nevertheless replied, trying to play it cool.

"She's an adorable 'lil thing though. I get why all these boys are head over heels for her. If I'd known her back when I was her age, god… the things I would've done just to get to touch those pretty legs for once."

"Jesus, Tommy," Joel hissed, rolling his eyes at his brother's light chuckle.

Nice one, Tommy. Not that he had needed it, but now he felt even worse.

"Fuckin' relax, Joel. Don't act like you would've been any different. Actually, she's more your type than mine. She looks a bit like… that one girl from music class in highschool, god what was her name again…"

"Georgia."

Tommy laughed out, slapped his thigh and then shook his head.

"Yes, Georgia. I remember her… That summer, I swear you were so goddamn useless. In your fuckin' room all day to practice the guitar to impress 'er… God… I would really like to know what happened to 'er."

Joel averted his gaze, looking down at his hands, which were resting on the table, and flinched when Tommy punched him lightly in the back.

"Anyway, the point is she's cute. But I swear to god, she's trouble. Just look at her. She's gonna break one heart after the other…"

Joel craned his neck back to look at the now familiar scene and felt his heart pound as he saw you whirling around, your hand gripped tightly by some guy's claws, as if he was afraid you would slip away if he let go. His fears were not unfounded because with a glance at the people around you it was clear that a number of guys seemed to be waiting for you to be free for a minute so that they could claim you next.

Goddamn stupid… Joel shook his head and dropped his gaze, but Tommy seemed invested now, an occasional chuckle leaving his mouth and his hand poking Joel's side when something of interest happened.

"Look, Joel. That one's out now." He giggled. "And look at his face… I hope he doesn't start a fight with that guy."

"Jesus… Can we stop now?" Joel grunted and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Tommy on the other hand shrugged, but finally averted his gaze from you and your little crowd of admirers.

"Alright. Don't know what the fuck's wrong with you tonight, but okay."

"I just think we have better things to do than stare at her an' get involved in this fuckin' teenage drama."

Tommy frowned, took another sip of his whisky and then lightly thumped Joel's shoulder with his fist.

"You makin' me sound like a creep."

"Yeah. Goddamn right," his older brother scoffed, but with these words the topic was finally dropped.

The brothers started talking about work and soon ended up talking about the patrol they were due to go on the next day. Time passed and Joel finally felt the lump in his throat resolve, the tension in his body easing and his mind capable of thinking about something that didn't have to do with you.

But the redemption was short-lived. It was around 11pm when a shadow approached the two brothers who were deep in a conversation, which was why they only noticed you when you were right in front of them.

"Jesus fucking christ," Joel cursed, bringing his hand to his chest to calm his rapid heartbeat that had gone through the rooftop by your unnoticed appearance. Tommy giggled again, his breath thick with the scent of whiskey.

"Good evening, gentlemen," you said with a smile and propped yourself up on your hands on the table which caused your t-shirt to ride up slightly. Joel felt his breath catch in his throat and he had to force himself not to look at the thin strip of skin exposed by your careless action.

"Hello, gorgeous," Tommy grinned and his brother involuntarily rolled his eyes. It wasn't just that Tommy was naturally a much bigger flirt than he was, it got even worse when he was drunk.

"What you're doin' here all alone? Did your admirers leave you? Not such gentlemen, huh? Leavin' a pretty thing like you here so late."

You tilted your head, swung your weight from one foot to the other, and somehow it only made Joel more nervous.

"No. They'll be back. They're… gettin' some other drugs," you whispered with a blink of your eye and brought a finger to your lips, signalising the Miller brothers to keep it a secret.

"What?" it was Joel now who hissed.

"Relax. It's just a bit of coke, I guess. Nothing I can't handle."

Joel glanced at Tommy, who had a frown on his face, although he looked more like he was enjoying the game.

"You shouldn't take some drugs you can't identify and don't have any experience with," Joel insisted, shaking his head and straightening up in his chair like he was preparing himself to jump to his feet and personally prevent you from just going near those drugs.

"Yeah. That's why I'm gonna try it. So I gain experience with it."

The smile on your face had faded, and Joel definitely preferred the sweet glint in your eyes to the crease between your brows, but there was no way around it now.

"No, that ain't my point. You don't know these guys, you don't know what they have in mind and so you definitely shouldn't take anythin' they offer you."

"You don't know if I know them," you claimed, defiantly raising your chin, but Joel knew that he had hit a nerve. God… he could read you like a fucking book.

"Don't lie to me. You don't know 'em well enough to trust 'em like that. Tommy, you wanna back me here or what?" he asked, elbowing Tommy's arm. The addressed cleared his throat, looking as if he'd just woken up from a daydream.

"Oh yeah. I agree with Joel, you gotta be more careful, kiddo."

The pout on your lips intensified as you flashed your eyes at them, but Joel remained uncompromising.

"S'better for you that way," he whispered, his voice softer now.

"I don't even know why the fuck I'm listenin' to you," you growled as you pulled up a chair and sat down.

Joel's heart fluttered, his insides clenching with a strange combination that felt like a mixture of fear and excitement and his hands becoming sweaty.

"'Cause you're a good kid," Tommy chuckled and reached for a glass to his right.

"Are you allowed to drink that?" he asked, hesitating only when he already held the bottle in his hand.

"I'm 24," you rolled your eyes which earned you an approving nod from Tommy.

"Behavin' like an 18 year old sometimes though," he then grumbled as he forcefully put the glass on the table in front of you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked and defensively raised your hands.

"Means you're stubborn and don't listen," Joel joined the conversation, his teeth gritting when you narrowed your eyes.

"Yeah, as if you're not stubborn, Mr I-know-everything-better-and-refuse-to-change-my-mind-even-though-I-know-that-you're-right."

Joel exhaled, but felt the blood in his veins throb at your sweet laugh. That sweet laugh he sometimes heard at town meetings, when you giggled with your best friend, or when he passed you in the street, your arm intertwined with that of a friend or sister. But he hated the sound of it when you were talking with boys, immature foolish boys who certainly didn't know how to handle you, let alone deserved to hear your sweet angelic laugh.

But now you were laughing because of him or better about him and he liked that a lot better.

"I can admit when I'm wrong," Joel said, shrugging his shoulders and then frowning as Tommy to his right slapped him on the back.

"Oh no you can't, big brother. She got a point."

Tommy and you shared a smirk and although it felt like a kick in the stomach, he was just glad you were enjoying yourself after he and Tommy had robbed you of your night with your friends and their various drugs.

"Where did you leave your 'lil friend, by the way?" Tommy wanted to know, turning the whiskey glass in his grip as he watched you over the edge of it.

"You mean Nicole? She's sick. At home."

"Oh yeah? So you had no choice but to hang out with those little boys of yours."

You rolled your eyes, you lips forming a pout, but you looked amused rather than offended.

"I like hangin' out with them. They're funny."

"No, they're not. They give you attention. That's what you like 'bout 'em," Tommy corrected, a crooked smirk on his lips that made Joel slightly shake his head. Was his brother seriously flirting with you?

"That's not true," you said with a frown, spinning your own glass in your hand, but then putting it back on the table to rest your chin on your hand, and Joel felt his throat dry up at the adorable image. Your head was now tilted as your eyes darted between the two brothers, making Joel grit his teeth, afraid to give away how much your little gestures were affecting him.

"It's fine. A girl like you surely gets a lotta attention. S'okay to enjoy it. Everyone likes attention. Especially if it's positive."

You shrugged and dropped your eyes, glancing at Joel and Tommy's hands around their glasses, then up at them from under your lashes. Joel almost had to surpress a growl, his pants painfully tightening around his dick at your wonderful doll eyes.

Jesus Christ.

He had to control himself, but along with the effects of the alcohol in his blood he felt overloaded with feelings. You were so fucking gorgeous and the way you moved and occasionally bit your lip, the sweet pout on your mouth and now this submissive look… You were progressively killing him and Joel didn't know how much further you could go before he would have to leave. For his own good.

"Maybe I like it. I just don't like it when they try to impress me. They're so fucking predictable sometimes. But sometimes I play along 'cause it's funny."

"Oh sweetheart. You know it's not nice to play with those boy's hearts. Gonna break a lot of them if you go on like that," Tommy said, his voice more quiet and dangerous now and Joel squeezed his eyes shut trying to process what his brother was doing right now. He couldn't seriously flirt with you.

"Maybe I like that too," you whispered and brought a thumb to your lips to nibble at it. "Maybe I like the thrill."

Tommy folded his hands on the table in front of him and then leaned in until his mouth was close to your ear.

"Yeah, but maybe you'd like to be the one to be played with for once in your life… These boys seriously know how to handle you? Do they know what ya need?"

Joel closed his eyes, sighing deeply and bringing a hand to his temple to massage his pulse point.

"Tommy," he said, pulling his brother back by his arm, but he just gave him a stern look and then returned his gaze to you.

"I know you're a wild one," Tommy smirked and it only intensified when a mischievous smile appeared on your face, your eyes provokingly sparkling.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about…"

You crazy little thing actually seemed to enjoy this. Joel couldn't believe it. Of course he knew that you were a tease, he only had to open his eyes at the town meetings and count the number of different boys he had seen you holding hands with over the past months to know that you most certainly weren't shy with people of the opposite gender, but the fact that you seriously jumped at his brother's attempts to flirt with you? Joel was fucked.

"I think you do know what I'm talkin' about. 'Cause I think you need more than some teenage boy who's buyin' you flowers 'n' shit and think they can win your heart with it, huh?"

Suddenly Joel sensed a change in your expression, your eyes rounding and your smile fading, and as he turned to his brother he realised that Tommy must have put his hand on your thigh under the table.

Fuck. This was… Joel didn't even know what this was. And then the fact that you were wearing this dangerously short skirt which meant that Tommy had placed his hand right on your naked leg.

"You're a pretty thing," his brother continued like he was the most confident man in the world and Joel wasn't sure if it was the whiskey talking or if he seriously believed that he had a shot with you. Not just the fact that you were thirty years younger, but you had a line of worshippers only waiting for you to give them the faintest hint of a smile. Why would you want to let someone like Tommy touch you?

"Yeah?" you whispered, shifting in your seat and then sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. "You like what you're seein'?"

Neither of them paid attention to Joel right now and he didn't know if he was supposed to feel grateful or neglected.

"I do. Yeah. An' I like what I'm feelin'."

You giggled and moved closer to the edge of your chair, giving Tommy more access and then your teeth sank down on your lower lip when he reached the inside of your thigh.

"Jesus… you really are touch-starved. Your pretty boys give you attention but not enough attention to feed your desires, huh?"

You swallowed hard and then gave Tommy those pretty doll eyes again and Joel couldn't help but wish it was him instead.

"No, they don't. They just kiss me 'n' fuck me 'n' cum inside of me and then leave."

Joel's mind went blank.

You seriously hadn't just… He clenched his hands in fists, focusing on his breathing so you wouldn't hear his loud panting.

Tommy seemed surprised by the obscenity of your words as well, but was quicker to collect himself.

"Ohh you poor girl. So they don't know how to touch a pretty girl like you?"

"No they don't."

Suddenly Joel's little brother leaned back in his chair, slightly spread his legs and took the whiskey glass in his hand again.

"Think you should come with us then. Think you should let us show you how a sweet thing like you should be treated."

Us. Joel's heart skipped a beat or maybe even two as the word echoed in his head. It wasn't like Tommy and he had never done fucked-up things like that. At the height of their freaky past, they had fucked three or four girls they had picked up in a bar in a dirty hotel room only to sneak out at dawn, but Joel had believed this to be long in the past. Or perhaps he had misheard his brother. But then as you turned your gaze to him, he knew that he hadn't. He gulped at your beautiful innocent eyes that looked like you only now remembered that he was part of this conversation too.

"Is he in too?" you whispered and once again rested your chin on the palm of your hand, looking a lot more innocent and shy than you were. Tommy smirked at his brother's profile, putting a hand on his shoulder and slighty rocking his body.

"Hell yeah, he is. Right, Joel?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, was the mantra in his head although part of him figured that this was going wonderfully. All this time he had been pining for you, his eyes lingering on you far too long and your face involuntarily appearing before his eyes when he masturbated… and now you wanted to know whether he would join you and his brother? Or what if the opposite was true and you would refuse if Joel were to be part of it?

He hesitated, his eyes small but determined as he trailed his gaze down your flushed cheeks and he wished he knew what was going on behind that pretty head of yours.

"Would you like that?" he asked because he didn't know what else to say, but instantly regretted his choice of words. It didn't sound playful or flirty at all, especially out of his mouth. Tommy had always been better at this, he was more charming, more confident in what he was doing –

"I think I'd like that," you whispered and looked… Shy?

Joel's heartrate picked up, his throat so dry that he craved a glass of cool water, which might also serve to calm his overheated body, and he suspiciously observed your pretty face, now drawn with a mixture of curiousity and timidity.

"Then why don't you come with us, pretty girl?"

Joel would have liked to bang his own or maybe even Tommy's head on the wooden table because how could he be so straightforward, so direct. Where the hell did he take his confidence from? But before Joel could ask himself any more questions, you had suddenly risen from your chair, Tommy's and his eyes following you as you threw your hair back and adjusted your shirt.

"Alright. But you better not disappoint me."

The Miller brothers stood up as well and Tommy was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, gently yet firmly pulling you to the door of the church that was serving as the party location. Joel followed like a puppy, gritting his teeth and using his elbows to separate the crowd.

Outside, the cold wind hit him so intensely that it knocked the air out of his lungs and he needed a moment to get a hold on himself. The silence was a stark contrast to the noisy party, and the smell of alcohol, sweat and smoke that he had become so used to over the past hour was gone, too, replaced by the clean smell of wet grass and damp earth. Joel rubbed his hands together to warm them up and then lifted his head just as Tommy whispered something in your ear.

There was a sharp sting in his belly. Not one caused by jealousy, he believed. It was rather… a feeling of longing.

"C'mon, brother. Ain't got all night!"

"Yeah, I'm comin'," Joel shouted and then followed the two of you with fast steps. Big, doe eyes stared up at him as soon as he was close enough, and Joel felt his mind racing with excitement and nervousness.

"C'mon, now. It's fuckin' cold out here," Tommy complained and turned up his collar, but your eyes were still on Joel.

Why were your eyes still on him?

"Can I kiss you?"

The words didn't reach him at first, but when they did, they hit him like a mighty wave, and he felt as if he had just been knocked to the ground. He swallowed to fight the dryness in his throat, but then felt his fingertips tingle.

"Yeah?" Joel whispered, smirking to hide his heavy breathing. "You want that?"

You nodded and came a little closer and without glancing at Tommy, Joel leaned in to press his lips on yours. You tasted of whiskey and something sweet, but perhaps that was just the way you always tasted. The kiss was a little shy and curious, but it had something daring about it, Joel thought when you pushed yourself closer, your lips opening to give him access to more. He had brought his palms to your face, gently holding you in place while your tiny hands tugged at the hem of his jacket. When a quiet moan left your throat, Joel thought that he might lose it and ended the kiss just in case he would go too far, especially considering the fact that you were still in the middle of the street.

"I'm not watching for a second and the two of you really can't fuckin' hold back, right?" Tommy chuckled, but didn't look offended when Joel slid his arm around your waist and pulled you with him to head to his brother who was a few feet ahead.

The kiss had not only increased his desire, the warmth in his stomach now spreading throughout his body, it had also taken away some of his doubts. Maybe you actually wanted him; why would you have asked him to kiss you if you didn't?

Thoughts swirled and raced in his head as they took you to Tommy's, and Joel didn't listen to his brother's flirtatious attempts and your answers. He was just glad when the three of you finally walked through the door, his jeans tight and uncomfortable around his center and the burning desire to feel you having increased enormously since you had kissed him.

"Make yourself at home, darlin'!" Tommy said with a welcoming gesture to present you his living room.

You took a few exploratory steps towards the couch in the middle of the room, a pair of curious eyes following the paintings on the walls and the bookshelves until your gaze landed back on Joel.

"It's nice," you said, but something about the way you had said it made him think that you weren't talking about Tommy's home.

"Glad you like it. Bedroom is over there."

"Jesus fuckin' christ, Tommy…," Joel interrupted him and ran a hand through his hair.

"You really have no fuckin' manners. You wanna drink somethin'? Or you're hungry?" Joel wanted to know with a glimpse at you who giggled and looked boldly from one brother to the other.

"No, but thanks. I… I think I'd like to see the bedroom."

Joel gulped and had to stifle a sigh because, if he wasn't mistaken, he'd seen you blush. You had said the most obscene things in the middle of the party in front of everyone you knew and now you were blushing because you wanted to see the bedroom?

"Sure thing, hon. Just follow me."

Tommy determindely headed to the door and Joel found himself behind you, putting a hand to your waist with a pounding heart and then smirking when you peeked behind your shoulders and leaned in to his touch.

"Don't let 'im intimidate ya, sweetheart. He can be crazy. Especially when he drinks a lot."

You lowly chuckled and nodded, but then bit your lip.

"Don't worry 'bout me. I think I can handle it."

"Oh I think so too. You made it this far…" Joel squeezed your flesh and then turned his attention to Tommy who was standing by the bed, his eyes shamelessly wandering from your ankles up your naked legs to where your shirt tightly hugged your breasts and then to your face.

"You wanna get on the bed?" Tommy asked and placed his hands on his hips, his lips curling into a smug smile when the blood rushed to your cheeks again. "Don't ya get all shy on us now, angel. C'mon."

Joel and Tommy's eyes were burning holes in your back while you climbed onto the bed and sat down in the middle, your legs slightly parted and your eyes wide, eager and curious as to what was going to happen now.

"Good girl," Tommy growled, sat down on the edge and reached to his shoes to unlace them.

"Don't take your clothes off. Gonna let us unwrap you like a sweet 'lil gift," he then whispered and kicked his shoes off. "Joel, get the fuck over here. Need someone to take care of 'er while I undress. I know she's the kinda girl you can't leave alone for a second, huh?"

Joel made what sounded like a mixture of growling and laughing, but obeyed to his brother's demand, sitting down on the other side of the bed and connecting a hand with your cheek to cradle your head.

"Hey there," he whispered and bit the inside of his cheek when you closed your eyes. "Nuh uh… Eyes on me. At all times, alright?"

Your eyes snapped open again, and you gave a quick nod.

Jesus. You listened so well, seemed so eager to do as you were told and it looked like you were just waiting for him or Tommy to throw you around. Joel inhaled the tense air in the room and then removed his hands from your face only to grab the hem of your tight pink shirt.

"Gonna take this off now, okay? You good with that?"

A nod of your head told him to continue and he carefully pulled the fabric up your torso and then over your head, only to then toss it behind him without even watching where it landed. He was too distracted anyway. You didn't wear a bra and the sight of your bare breasts and stomach was almost unbearable.

"Goddamnit, you're beautiful," Joel mumbled and didn't even see your sweet smile as you followed his eyes traveling down your body.

"Look at that, Tommy," Joel said a little louder, but still refused to take his eyes off you.

Joel couldn't help himself; without waiting for his brother he cupped your breast, savouring the warmth in his palm and began to gently knead the flesh while his other hand lingered at your waist. Within seconds Tommy had moved to your other side and seemed to be eating you alive with his hungry, flashing eyes.

"Holy shit…," he hissed and then suddenly slapped your left breast that wasn't covered by Joel's hand making you yelp.

"God damn it, Tommy," Joel cursed and soothingly stroked your sensitive skin with his thumb. You whimpered when Tommy's hand came closer again, but this time he just touched you the way his brother did, his hand massaging your breast and occasionally squeezing it in his large palm.

After a while you relaxed again, your eyes almost closing before you remembered Joel's command and fixed your gaze on him and your limbs loosening as two hands took care of your chest. Their palms pressed into your flesh, fingertips tracing the swell of your breasts and when they rolled your nipples between their fingers from time to time, you whimpered or moaned, your own hand coming up to grasp theirs before they pinned your wrists to the side of your body.

Along with that, Tommy and Joel showered you with praise and compliments that somehow made you feel both proud and small. Maybe it was the fact that they were towering over your sprawled body or maybe it was just that they were physically stronger than you, but you felt yourself drift into submission the longer their hands remained on your chest.

"Pretty 'lil girl… Jesus, Joel… Look at her. Look how she bites her lips… Gonna bite them all bloody, babygirl," Tommy growled and then shoved two fingers inside your mouth without a warning.

Something about the two men talking about you like you weren't in the room aroused you so much, you felt dizzy. The whiskey in your system only added to the feeling of being drunk with pleasure and excitement.

"Suck 'em, yeah… Show me what a good girl you can be…"

His left hand left your breast as well and wrapped around your throat, applying light pressure which made your eyes round as coins while Tommy laughed at your stunned expression.

"Holy shit, didn't expect 'er to get all shy 'n' dumb in the bedroom… Just needed the hands of some real men on 'er body and we got 'er whining for us."

Now the older brother laughed as well and forcefully twirled your nipple which made you whince in pain, but it also enhanced the heat between your legs.

"There ya fuckin' go…," Joel hummed, twisting his lips and taking care of your other breast as well now that Tommy was busy with your mouth and neck.

Speaking of, he thrust his fingers in your mouth at a steady pace, making sure you glided your tongue around the digits and reminding you whenever you forgot.

"You'd like that to be my dick?" Tommy whispered, pushing deeper until your gag reflex kicked in and your eyes watered. "You'd like to gag 'round somethin' else? I know a slut like you would like that."

You choked and clung to his wrists, your nails scratching his skin as you desperately tried to fight the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. Without success, of course. Combined with the restriction of air from his hand around your throat, it became too much and you writhed under Tommy's penetrating fingers, jerking away had Joel not had you secure under his touch.

"No… no, uh…," the younger brother made and only pushed deeper, his deep brown eyes on you like a predator observing his victim. "You're stayin' right here. We only just got started, haven't we?"

He chuckled lowly and moved closer to you until his knee was right next to your arm.

"Careful, Tommy. Don't give 'er too much," Joel warned.

His brother grinned, hooking his fingers behind your lower teeth as he released his hand from around your neck, giving you a moment to catch your breath before he tightened his grip again, leaving you gasping as your lungs desperately craved a few steady breaths.

"Don't worry, she can handle it… Isn't that right, babygirl? You can handle it… Show Joel how you can handle it, pretty girl…"

You weren't sure if you could, actually. The sensation was overwhelming, so intense, that you barely even registered Joel's hands on your torso anymore which you regretted because his touch had been soft and beautiful despite his rough skin that was marked by years of heavy fighting and working.

You gurgled something that neither you nor any of the brothers was capable of understanding, but Tommy seemed to find it amusing because he pushed even deeper until he hit the back of your throat and you couldn't help yourself and buckled, your shivering hands desperately clutching his stronger and bigger ones and your feet kicking as a sign that it was too much. The crease between Joel's brows deepened and he put a hand on his brother's shoulder to get his attention.

"Enough, Tommy. I don't want 'er to get sick all over the bed or have 'er suffocate."

Tommy shook his head, the wry smile glued to his face, but actually listened to Joel and slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a string of spit connecting the pats with your mouth. You greedily inhaled, your chest heavily rising as there was finally enough air to enter your lungs and Joel was relieved as he saw your pupils focusing on him through the veil of tears.

"Good girl… Did so well for him," he praised and cupped your cheek, not minding the mess on it. You gave him a soft smile and Joel was just about to lean in to kiss you, but Tommy was already planning on how to take you next and interrupted the intimate moment.

"Fuckin' Christ, she already struggled to take two fingers… I'm gonna feed her my dick next, wanna see her cry 'n' gag around it."

Joel lightly tapped against your cheekbone, enjoying the view before Tommy took hold of your waist and pulled you to the edge of the bed.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, sinking down on the mattress to sit with his legs spread while you rushed to do as you were told.

"She's a fuckin' dream," Tommy growled with a glance at his brother, then unbuckled his belt in order to pull down his jeans and boxers.

"Get behind 'er, Joel, an' play with her pussy. I wanna get 'er real messy and fucked out while she sucks my dick so she won't fight so hard when I fuck 'er throat."

Joel shook his head in disbelief, but couldn't hide the amused smirk.

"So now I'm takin' fuckin' commands from you?" he chuckled, but climbed off the bed to stand behind you, his hands situated on his hips while he watched the scene unfold before him. You crouched at Tommy's feet, your gaze fixed on his hands, which had now freed his cock and were pumping his length and your own palms flat on the floor.

"'Course you are. If your 'lil brother asks so nicely…"

"I'm gonna let 'er ride my boot. I think we should make 'er work for it a little, mhm?"

Joel circled you, stroking your head which really made you feel like their pet and then sank down to sit next to his brother with a sigh, the mattress creaking under his weight.

"Open your legs, little one," Joel said and then pushed against his brother's arm. "Move a little. Needa get my foot under her."

Tommy complied, but grabbed a handful of your hair to move your head with him, keeping it close to his center. Your body was slanting now, your knees almost directly in front of Joel while your lips were inches away from his brother's throbbing manhood.

"Open your mouth. Wide 'n' nice like a good girl."

Fuck, you were scared now. Of course you had sucked dick before and had often made your boyfriends finish with your mouth, but you knew that this would be different. Tommy and Joel were different, the torment of his two fingers had shown that much. What if you wouldn't perform the way they wanted?

Still, you tried your best when you unlocked your jaw and parted your lips as wide as you could. It felt like your eyes were already stinging with tears although nothing had happened yet, but it didn't get past Tommy.

"Jesus, this bitch is already cryin'. Didn't even start yet…"

He wrapped a hand around his dick and guided the tip to your lips to smear his pre cum all over them while he held your head in place.

"You just enjoy cryin'? You enjoy tearin' up whenever things don't go the way you want 'em to?"

He teasingly inserted his tip into you, gasping softly when your lips closed around it and started to suck on it, but he didn't grant you much freedom, his grip on your hair tight and uncompromising.

"Check it out, man," Tommy hissed and although it was directed at Joel, you looked up as well, your pupils flickering between the two brothers.

"We got ourselves a perfect 'lil slut. Just look at 'er. Fucking hell…"

"Lift your hips a little," you now heard a slightly softer voice and automatically obeyed the gentle sound. Joel slipped his foot beneath you and positioned it so your clothed pussy was hovering right above the rough and creased leather of his boot.

"You're gonna be a good girl 'n' ride my boot, okay?"

Your watery eyes were now on the older brother, your pupils flared and your lids fluttering in panic. All you wanted was to be good for them, but what if you couldn't give them what they wanted from you?

"I-I don't know h-how," you truthfully whispered and yelped when Tommy pushed your head down his length to shut you up.

"Jesus, s'not a fuckin' science," Joel growled, pushing his foot up to apply pressure. "You just roll your hips and rub your 'lil clit against me, alright? You know where your clit is?"

That last part sounded more like a statement than a question, and finally you could nod your head in the affirmative and rejoice at the generous nod of Joel's head.

"Good. Just make yourself feel good. You're gonna need it to take our dicks in your 'lil pussy later so you better be good."

The blood in your veins throbbed at his words, the prospect of taking both brothers in your clenching hole arousing you so much, the view around you became blurry, but perhaps this was also caused by Tommy's cock that was now deep inside your throat. He was merciless when he made you take every inch, not giving you any time to adjust and then the next thing you felt were his balls pressed against your face and your stomach dangerously rumbling.

"Holy shit," Tommy panted, his nails painfully digging into your scalp. He ignored your retching and moaning, his head thrown back and his eyes closed like he didn't even notice the way your body resisted.

"She must be fuckin' kiddin' me… Look at that Joel, takin' every inch like goddamn whore. She was fuckin' made to suck dick."

Joel grinned and slowly moved his foot underneath you until he saw your body tense and the knew that he had touched your right where he wanted to. Then he gave you a sharp slap on your bottom, his dick twitching at your whimper, and tightly squeezed your flesh in his hand.

"I said I want ya to get off on my boot. You're gonna start movin' now I'll make you."

A cry went past your lips, which was muffled by Tommy's dick, but the words seemed to have reached your mushy brain because your hips began to shift.

"There ya go… Good girl… Just need a smack on your cute 'lil ass and you behave yourself."

Your lashes fluttered, your pussy clenching around nothing at his words, but Joel sensed it in the way your center pushed down against his boot with more eageness.

"Jesus, Tommy… She's gettin' off on this. She likes it when we talk to 'er this way."

"I know she does. She's a 'lil whore and I knew so from the start. The way she enjoyed all these boys lookin' at 'er… She's an attention whore even though she just wants someone to put 'er in 'er place," Tommy smirked and ran a hand down to your neck to threateningly stroke your skin almost like he was about to choke you again, but wanted to taste your fear a little longer.

"Yeah, you like that?" he whispered, grinning as he ran a thumb over the pool of wetness under your eyes that your tears had created.

"Like gettin' that pretty throat o'yours fucked while we talk you down? Like bein' a dirty set o'holes for us? An obedient 'lil pet? S'what ya are, mhm?"

His tip in the back of your throat twitched which caused you to gag and without Tommy's secure grip in your hair you would have jerked away from him.

"Not so fast," he growled and pushed you down even deeper as a punishment.

At this point you were a mess although it had only been around 20 minutes since you had entered the house. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your whole body shaking and trembling in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your chin soaked with pre-cum and spit. Tommy didn't help matters by spitting right onto your face and laughing at the way his drool got stuck in your eyelashes, making it even harder for you to see.

"Fuck me… She's a mess."

You had stopped riding Joel's boot even though it had felt divine to rub your aching clit against the leather tip, but you had to concentrate fully on your breathing in order not to suffocate. Joel let you feel the consequences of your disobedience and delivered another forceful slap to your back that made you cry out around his dick and your head dropped, resting on Tommy's thigh while he still didn't let you catch your breath.

"Do that again, Joel," the younger brother said under breath and pressed your head against his muscular leg to keep you still while he moved the hair out of your face.

Joel suddenly stood up, made his way around your crouched body and knelt down behind you which unsettled you as you weren't able to see what was happening. At least it's Joel and not Tommy, you thought. Joel had been kinder to you so far, his hands more tender and careful and he had even restrained his brother when he feared that he was being too rough with you. You definitely had more trust in Joel, but still anxiously squirmed when you felt two large hands grabbing your hips.

"Hold still," Tommy grunted and buckled his hips, which caused you to gag once more.

Joel changed your position on the floor slightly, lifting your hips and forcing you down on all fours while pushing up your tiny excuse of a skirt. At this point you were so fucked out that you forgot Tommy's request and therefore squealed when his hand came down on your ass once more, leaving a sharp, cutting pain on your backside. Your back arched to flinch away from Joel, but he didn't hesitate to pull you back and press a hand to the small of your back right where it met the crease of your ass.

"That's right…," Tommy whispered and slightly pulled out of your mouth to listen to the delicious wet noise only to thrust back in, his eyes rolling back at the warmth your throat offered.

"She always whines so wonderfully when you hit 'er. Creates the perfect vibrations," he told Joel and pursed his lips when you coughed around his length.

"Aww, s'too much for you?" He pulled your head off his dick by yanking you back by your hair, allowing you to inhale so deeply that you had to cough again, which made the two men laugh. Joel hit you again, but somehow you were immune to it, instead struggling to calm your pounding heart and swallowing to fight your sore throat.

"Answer me," Tommy fizzled, shaking your head with his hand tangled in your messy hair.

Joel reacted too, slapping your pussy this time, and you closed your legs, whimpering softly as new tears fell from your waterline.

"Stop fuckin' cry 'n' use your voice," Tommy warned you and leaned down so his hot breath that smelled of whiskey brushed over your ear.

"I know ya can use it so well… I hear it all the fuckin' time when you talk with your 'lil friends, whisperin' an' flirtin' like a cheap whore."

"Yes," you sobbed and closed your eyes because by now your eyes were swollen and sensitive from all of your crying. "S'too much… Please."

You were surprised by how stable your voice was because the state of your throat was bad. It was dry despite the fact that Tommy had made a hell of a job wettening it with his pre-cum and hurt every time you swallowed. So you let the brothers know.

"Hurts. When I swallow 'n' when I talk."

You brought a hand to your neck to show them where it ached and then shrieked when Tommy slapped your cheek.

"I see," he then purred, gently stroking your hair like he hadn't just smacked you across the face and wiped away some of the tears.

"Joel, take her wrists. Can't have 'er 'lil hands get in the fuckin' way all the time."

You didn't know what was happening but when Joel grabbed both of your hands, taking them in one large hand and pinning them on your back you just knew that you felt helpless. You whimpered, unable to complain vocally, and moaned as you saw Tommy's hard dick dangling dangerously close to your face again. This time you couldn't even support yourself with your hands on his legs or the floor and had no control over what was happening as he fed you his dick again, your head resting sideways on his thigh.

"Yeah. That's right… She's amazing, Joel. You should try it out next," Tommy growled, rolling his hips at a steady pace now to thrust in your throat which you definitely preferred over the previous assault because that way you always had a second to inhale fresh air despite his punishing speed.

"I don't know, I really wanna feel 'er pussy. I just know that she's fuckin' tight," Joel lowly chuckled and then parted your knees again to slide a finger through your folds.

"Jesus… she's soaked. You were right, Tommy, she likes this shit."

The younger brother smiled broadly and slapped you lightly on the cheek a few times, your watery eyes flinching each time his hand touched your skin, but when he was finished he rewarded you with a short pause to catch your breath.

"Bet she does. 'Cause she's a slut. Always all innocent and polite, but actually a filthy greedy slut. Shoulda known by how she dresses up."

Your skirt was still tangled around your waist and he gave the fabric a firm tug to move you closer to his center while you nearly lost your balance, your hands still trapped by Joel's. But they had you securely in their hold, Tommy's hand keeping your head snug against his thigh and Joel's hand firm on your hips so your weak knees wouldn't give in.

In the meantime he had started to rub your clit through your panties, finding great joy in watching you squirm and arch at the tight circles he drew around your little pearl and slapping either your pussy or your bottom every now and then when you expected it the least. Your head was spinning with pleasure and pain because the friction against your clit drove you wild, his finger so precise and skilled, but then there were your knees that hurt so much you just wanted to cry.

They were bruised and sore, the hard floor beneath you doing nothing for them and you wished you could ask Tommy to fuck your mouth in a different position even though you didn't believe he would do you the favor. But maybe Joel would? It didn't matter anyway because you were unable to speak, your mouth pliant and open for Tommy to wreck it and he did. You preferred what he was doing to you now to what he had done five minutes ago, but that didn't mean this was easy. He wasn't careful or gentle with you, using your throat like a tool or just some worthless hole to receive pleasure from and he wasn't shy to choke or slap you when you resisted. By now it wasn't just the lower half of your face that was coated with spit, tears and pre-cum, but the wetness was dripping down to his thigh your head rested on as well. Tommy didn't mind though. He would make you lap up every last drop anyway.

"Shit, I'm fuckin' close," he panted and as your mushy brain understood the words and you were already preparing yourself for his load, he suddenly stopped and pulled you off his leaking dick. You must have looked surprised because Tommy chuckled and brushed his thumb over your hot, flushed cheek.

"Don't ya worry, babygirl. You're gonna get my cum later. Just haven't decided yet where I'm gonna put it. How can I, if I haven't even seen you 'lil pussy yet?"

Tommy pulled at your hair, making you raise your head from his thigh and then slapped you across your breasts that were already sore and red from the previous treatment.

"Let's fuck 'er," he then said to Joel, who gave your pussy one last slap directly on your clit and then removed his hands from your core.

"Oh no, wait… I almost forgot," Tommy lowly chuckled and cupped your chin, watching you until your big, misty eyes were focused on his face. He gave it a firm squeeze and then pointed to his thigh.

"You see the mess you made, babygirl? Who's gonna clean it all up, huh?"

You sniffled and darted down to where a mixture of various bodyfluids were glistening on his hairy thigh and then looked up to him again.

"What you're waitin' for, mhm?" Tommy grinned and expectantly watched you. "It's not gonna clean itself up on its own."

You slightly nodded before lowering your head and then lapped up the wetness covering his leg. It tasted musky and metallic, but first and foremost salty. It wasn't the worst thing you had ever had on your tongue, but you weren't exactly a fan of it either so you were relieved when you had finally licked his skin clean and proudly raised your head to show Tommy the result. You had expected praise or perhaps an affectionate brush over your cheek, but he just gently slapped your face and then sighed out.

"There ya go…" With a glance at his brother Tommy stood up and now you finally paid attention to Joel again. While you had been busy cleaning his little bother's thigh he had undressed as well and now your pussy clenched at the sight of his broad shoulders and chest and the hair on his stomach that was a little greyer than Tommy's thick black strands. He still wore his jeans, but you liked what you were seeing so far and unconsciously pressed your thighs together.

"How are we gonna take 'er?" Joel asked his brother, smirking as he felt your eyes on him and leaning down to cradle your head while meeting Tommy's gaze.

"On 'er back. Don't think she's gonna handle bein' on all fours. Can barely even hold 'erself up like this."

He was referring to the way you crouched at Tommy's feet because after their rough treatment your limbs felt so heavy, your knees hurting at the slightest contact and your arms too weak to support your weight.

"Alright," Joel shortly answered and then, without the slightest hesitation, leaned down to slip his hands under your arms and lifted you in the air like you weighed nothing. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his hips and nestled your face against his neck, inhaling his scent that smelled of smoke and leather and whimpering when he let go of you way too soon.

Joel had carefully tossed you onto the bed, well-aware that you were too weak to catch yourself and now the two brothers were standing on either side of the bed, observing you so intensely, you would have felt embarrassed in any other situation.

"She found a likin' in you," Tommy grinned and put his hands on his hips.

"Yeah? That right?" Joel whispered, returning the smirk and then followed you on the bed. With deliberate and strong hands he parted your legs, revealing what hid in between to his brother with a hungry sparkle in his eyes.

"See that, Tommy? Perfect fuckin' pussy…"

Tommy joined the two of you on the bed and you felt the heat creep up on your face as both men stared at your most intimate and vulnerable body part with such a naturalness and confidence that you couldn't help but look away.

"You wanna taste her?" Joel said, gliding his thumb through your slit just like he had done earlier and then lazily drawing it over your clit, looking so calm and relaxed as if it was just a secondary task.

"Nah, I don't think so. Needa feel 'er."

Joel pressed his tip of his thumb into your clit causing you to moan, but neither of them paid any attention to you.

"You think she can take it though? Without cumming before we fuck 'er?"

"Hell yeah. Look at 'er, she's soaked." Tommy parted your pussy lips, licking over his lips at the milky liquid leaking from your quivering hole.

"Yeah, but she seems tight. Maybe we should prepare her with our fingers at least."

His younger brother rolled his eyes and suddenly his hand came down to your pussy, the blow landing with a wet, gloopy thwack that echoed against the walls.

"Now she's well perfused. She can take it. Just watch it."

"Jesus Tommy… I just don't wanna split 'er apart."

Joel's eyes found your face, which looked somewhere between excited and a little frightened and his expression softened, a hand sliding down your arm until he squeezed your wrist and felt his heart flutter at your shy, yet curious smile.

"You think you can take it, babygirl? You're not a virgin, are ya?"

"No," you replied. "I wanna take it. I can take it, I swear."

"There ya fuckin' go… You're worryin' too much. She said it herself, she can take it. Now either fuck her or move to the side."

Joel exhaled in annoyance, shaking his head, but pushed Tommy's arm away.

"I'm gonna fuck 'er. And you stop pissin' me off, alright? Jesus."

Joel grabbed the inside of your thighs and spread them wider, his breath hitching as your pussy lips parted to reveal your pink, wet entrance that was probably sore from the spankings, but looked so soft, he would have shoved his tongue inside you, if Tommy hadn't been so eager and rushing. He jutted out his lower jaw and placed a hand on your belly while his other began unbuckling his belt. Your eyes followed his movements, a restricted longing moan leaving your throat as he shoved down his jeans, the bulge huge under his boxers.

"Shit, the 'lil bitch is drooling at you," said Tommy, his body vibrating with laughter as he sat down next to you and gave your breast a firm squeeze.

"She prefers me," Joel smirked and ignored the way his brother shot arrows at him with his eyes.

"You do, babygirl, huh?" Joel then whispered, his dick free now and your eyes round as coins. Joel was thicker than his brother, but not as long and didn't possess the same curve as Tommy's girth.

"Look at me. He surely likes the attention, but eyes on my face, alright?" His voice was low and rough, but there was something soft about it that made you fully trust him. While Tommy seemed hot-heated and wild, Joel had a natural dominance about him, but also a protective and caring side that made you believe that you were safe and taken care of. Even now when the fat tip of his cock was so dangerously close to your dripping entrance and looked so huge, you feared that the sting would be unbearable, you knew that Joel would take care of it.

"Yes," you breathed and ran your eyes over his clenched jaw.

"Don't worry, Joel, I'll take care of 'er in case she forgets to be a good girl," Tommy joined the conversation and propped himself on his elbow, his hand petting your head which made you feel even smaller.

"You're ready to take my dick again, little one? I'll give you a few minutes so we can enjoy your pathetic 'lil squeals and sobs and the terrified look on your face, but then you'll go right back to work, suckin' my cock like a good girl."

Tommy laughed about the sheer terror on your face, but Joel couldn't find it in himself to join, instead shaking his head and feeling grateful that he got to be the one to open you up first.

"Shut the fuck up, Tommy. You're scarin' the shit outta her."

"That's the plan, man," Tommy replied, pulling back your lower lip only to have it snap back with a plop.

Joel frowned, hoping that his brother would get the warning from the serious look on his face, but it seemed that he was too distracted by playing with your breasts and lips to give a fuck. Therefore Joel decided to ease your nervousness by gently cradling your head and securing his grip on your waist.

"Don't worry, hon. I'm not gonna go too hard on ya. Just need ya to relax for me and let me in, alright?"

You softly nodded and although your eyes remained wide, you loosened slightly underneath him and it only improved when Joel started rubbing your clit again.

"Yeah, sweetheart… Knew you could do it, just relax for us…," he purred and then glared at his brother. "Gonna fuck her now. Hold her shoulders in case she squirms away."

Tommy gave him an agreeing grin and then buried his fingers into the flesh of your shoulders, pinning you down and kissing your temple while Joel began to slowly ease his tip into you.

"Relax, baby… Yeah…," Joel cooed you, his grasp on your hips firm and rigid so you had no chance to avert his large dick.

Of course it hurt. He was thicker than any cock you had ever had inside of you and even though you were soaked, your walls wet and sticky from your arousal, the burning sting brought tears to your eyes and your instinct was to jerk away. But Tommy was prepared for your resistance and unwaveringly held you down while Joel claimed your aching pussy to the whole.

"Hurts," you choked and buckled your hips away, pressing yourself into the mattress as if you could escape his large dick that way.

"I know it does…," Tommy whispered in your ear and grabbed your hands that were around Joel's wrists, your nails scratching over his skin in an attempt to find release as the pain made your mind dizzy. He took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them down above your head so you were completely helpless.

"Hurts... oh god..." you repeated and a heartbreaking cry left your trembling body, prompting Joel to continue his circles around your clit.

"It's alright. It's gonna be better, babygirl, just try 'n' relax 'round me."

Your body convulsed in pain, your breathing heavy and unsteady and your face grimacing whenever he went an inch deeper. But somehow you made it. Somehow you endured it and then Joel was inside you to the brim.

"Look at that…," Joel made, his voice thick with pleasure and contentment and brushed your hair that was wet from your sweat and tears out of your face until he looked into a pair of hectic and squinting eyes.

"You took it all, little one… So brave 'n' good for us… Wasn't so bad, was it?"

You didn't know why, but you shook your head. It had been bad. It had hurt like hell, but now that Joel was so deep inside of you, his dick filling you so intensely that you literally felt him everywhere in your body and his mouth producing those sweet and kind words of praise, you didn't care anymore. You lived for these tender phrases even when the brothers were talking about you like you weren't in the room or like you were too dumb to understand them. You just wanted attention, maybe that was the core of it all and you had a feeling Joel and Tommy knew better what worked on you than yourself.

"Holy fuckin' shit, Joel, I don't know what you did to 'er, but teach me," Tommy laughed in disbelief and threw his head back while his hand holding your wrists down relaxed a little.

"Tearin' her apart on your dick and she's so fuckin' close to thankin' you for it."

Joel crookedly smiked, but his eyes remained soft and warm. Maybe that was what you liked so much about him, his brown eyes that radiated comfort and safety even when he was degrading you. It made you think that he actually cared about you and didn't just use to dump his seed into you like his brother certainly did.

"I fuckin' know. That one definitely has some issues," Joel chuckled and changed the positions of his hands, tracing his hand from your neck down to your tummy where he squeezed your flesh and then rested his right hand on your waist and his left hand right next to your boob on the side of your body.

"Please," you whispered and cried out when Tommy rolled your nipple between two fingers.

"Stupid fuckin' slut…," he cursed and then slapped the already reddened swell of your breasts.

"Fuck 'er brains out, okay? She don't need 'em anyway. All she's good for is bein' a 'lil fucktoy. Don't go soft on 'er, alright, Joel, I wanna see some pretty tears on those cheeks."

Joel exhaled and slowly pulled himself out of you until only his tip was inside and then slammed back in, making you flinch and whince in pain.

"Can you please stop tellin' me what the hell I'm supposed to do? I'm gonna fuck 'er the way I want. You can have 'er when I'm done and then you can do whatever fucked up things you want."

You writhed with the space the two men were granting you and softly wailed, his words only vaguely and with some delay fighting their way through your hazy mind.

"Fuckin' Christ, Joel. Don't know why you're so sensitive… You like that 'lil whore, don't you?" he then grinned, dropping his piercing gaze to examine your fucked-out frame.

"Goddamnit, no, I don't. You can do whatever you like to 'er, I just want you to stop tellin' me what I'm supposed to do and lemme do with 'er as I like."

Tommy shrugged and began pumping his dick while staring at your chest.

"Alright. Do as you like. As long as you don't wear her out too much and I can still fuck 'er after you're done."

"Don't worry, I think she's also pleasant to look at when she's asleep," Joel wryry grinned and forcefully smacked the side of your ass which made your eyes pop open.

"Oh no, I want 'er awake when I fuck 'er. Wanna hear her 'lil moans and whines and not fuck a lifeless frame. Where's the fun in that?"

Tommy's large hand cupped your chin and tilted your head, forcing you to bend your neck so the tip of his dick was hovering right in front of your lips.

"Open. Wide."

When you didn't immediately react, Tommy spitted right in your face and this time the load landed on your nose and upper lip.

"I said open."

Joel was fucking you at a steady pace, the pain almost entirely vanished now and his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust which made it hard for your eyes not to flutter and for your mind to remain fully there, the prospect of just lying flat and still and giving yourself to Joel's deep pumps too seductive.

But you managed to part your swollen lips and immediately tasted the salty and familiar flavor on your tongue. Now that your mouth worked again your eyes had fallen shut which wasn't to their pleasing. They slapped your body almost simultaneously, Joel hitting you on your ass and Tommy on your cheek and a loud whine was muffled by Tommy's length.

"None of that, babygirl. We talked about it, haven't we?" Joel commented and connected his thumb with your clit.

"Just got one fuckin' job. Keepin' those pretty legs spread and your eyes and lips open an' we're pleased."

Although Tommy was now thrusting his cock into your mouth, you were looking at Joel, which filled him with a primal and profane satisfaction. Who would have thought that you would like him so much, even after he had obviously caused you so much pain by entering you with what was certainly not enough preparation? A thought flickered in his head, a pleasing and delightful one that Joel didn't even dare to finish, too scared that he was fooling himself. But what if you had liked him before? What if you had dreamt about him the way he had or even just spent a few more minutes a day thinking about him than any other of the men in Jackson? You certainly seemed to like him and Joel could sense that in more ways than one.

Not only did you not break eye contact with him for a second, but he could swear that your hands would have been searching for his bare skin if they hadn't been trapped by Tommy. His younger brother was kneeling right next to your head, his left knee pinning your wrists to the bed while his right touched your neck every time he thrust forward to bury himself deep in your throat.

Joel continued for a couple of minutes, savouring the warmth and tightness of your pussy while brushing over your trobbing swollen pearl until he just couldn't restrain anymore and cleared his throat.

"Let go of 'er hands, Tommy," he growled and gently traced your side boob.

"Why," his brother barked, gripping your head so you couldn't move while he steadily rolled his hips, the tip of his dick grazing over the inside of your cheek. "Don't want 'er 'lil hands everywhere. Wanna keep 'er still."

"I'll take them," Joel insisted and bit his bottom lip at the way you greedily swallowed, struggling as Tommy's manhood twitched in your mouth and once again triggered your gag reflexes.

"C'mon, Tommy."

Eventually he gave in and raised his knee so Joel could reach up and grab your hands to clamp them against your stomach, softly applying pressure while your pupils once again franctically danced over his expression until your lids twitched and tears appeared on your waterline at his brother's punishing pace in your mouth.

"Easy…," Joel soothed you and lightly touched the side of your neck to calm your trembling and jolting. "Don't fight it. It's gonna be better if you let it happen, babygirl."

Broken sobs and whimpers left your throat, but you tried to listen to Joel's advice and opened up wide for Tommy who triumphantly smiled at the wet sound that was created when his dripping dick slid past your lips.

"Good fuckin' girl… Jesus, you have to try it as well. She's goddamn amazing." He laughed and it was a high, hollow sound. "Look at how she's takin' it all. I don't want 'er to do anythin' else from now on but suck dick. Every guy on this planet should try her at least once."

The brothers exchanged a satisfied glance before Tommy reached down to your mould to slap your sensitive skin.

"How's her pussy? Seems to be tight, mhm?"

Joel tilted his head at you, flicking your clit to the side to elicit more of those muffled moans that he was convinced weren't caused by pain at this point, and then inhaled deeply.

"A goddamn dream. Most perfect pussy I've ever had. Could've sworn she was a virgin… Maybe all her boys just have tiny dicks and that's also why she can't fuckin' handle all this."

Both men erupted into a rich, resonant laughter, deep and husky like the distant rumbling of thunder and it rang in your head in the most arousing way. Who would have thought that you would like this kind of treatment? Not that you were the most experienced person in the world, but you certainly had tried yourself out with different boys, but none of them had even just lightly slapped your ass. The sex with them was vanilla and soft and frankly, a little boring. Definitely nothing in comparison to this. This was a thrilling, sensational, captivating experience and even the occasional discomfort and pain made your head spin in a way you had never experienced before. They talked you down like you were a dumb pet, like you merely served for their pleasure and they tossed you around like your feelings didn't matter at all and somehow it turned you on so much, your pussy clenched around Joel every few seconds which didn't go unnoticed by him.

"She's squeezing me so tightly, Tommy. Fuckin' Christ, she's lovin' this. What a slut," he groaned and chortled when you flinched at his hand coming down on your clit.

"Let's switch," said Tommy suddenly and pulled out faster than you could process, your mouth agape even long after he had removed his length. All of your senses worked a little slower than usual and you could only silently watch as Tommy crawled to kneel next to Joel, who sighed at the loss of body contact as he pulled out of your other hole as well. Now was the first time in a while that you were free to move, but you noticed that you were too exhausted and tired to lift a limb.

You could just lay still, your heavy lids fluttering and your stomach twisting with a mixture of longing and overstimulation while Joel took his place next to your head where Tommy had previously kneeled and the younger brother situated himself between your parted legs.

"Now she'll learn how a real man fucks," Tommy hissed, his face drawn with amusement, and caught his brother's eyes that rolled at his comment.

"Very funny," Joel said and then tapped his tip against your bottom lip.

You were a little frightened because you had already learned that he was even thicker than Tommy, but you calmed yourself with the thought that Joel didn't enjoy your suffering half as much as his brother. Or at least he looked out for your well-being and made sure that he wasn't giving you more than you could handle.

"Open those sweet lips, angel," he whispered almost like he only wanted you to hear these words and then glided his tip in just in the same moment as Tommy entered you in one go. You were prepared for it by Joel's thick girth, but the stretch was still prominent as he was far from being careful with you.

"S'okay… Just give it a moment, sweetheart," Joel soothed your yelp and just like Tommy had previously done for him, held you down by pressing a hand on your collarbone.

Tommy soon started moving and split your pussy open with deep and forceful thrusts that each pushed you up against the bed, but Joel made sure he kept you in place for his brother. He patiently waited until your breathing calmed down and your heavy panting went evenly and then once he believed you to be ready, started moving in your mouth too. Not that his way of feeding you his dick was in any way comparable to Tommy's. Joel allowed you to use your tongue to twirl it around his shaft rather than deepthroating you and you found such a liking in it that you even had enough strength to bring a hand to his base and hold on to his dick while bobbing your head around him.

"Yeah, you're bein' such a good girl…," Joel praised which made your heart pound with pride and you put even more effort into stimulating his dick in a way that would make him shower you with sweet words and pet names.

"See, Tommy? As soon as she has a real nice dick in 'er mouth she makes an effort."

Tommy grabbed your ass, nails painfully digging into the flesh of your ass and shook his head.

"No, no, no… She's just a cockslut who can't get enough. You're a pussy for lettin' 'er take control though. Should fuck 'er throat until she can't talk 'n' cry 'n' breathe. The moment she sobs, you're doin' something right."

Joel gently traced your hairline, his eyes on you, who seemed like you were deeply concentrated as you looked at your hand pumping his dick while your warm lips repeatedly slided up and down his length.

"Think she hasn't cried enough yet?" Joel chuckled and blindly reached to cup one of your breasts.

"Never," Tommy replied and then the next few minutes were filled with silence except for the sound of Tommy's hips crashing against yours, his balls slapping against your folds and the smacking noise that was created by your mouth drooling all over Joel's dick.

That was until a deep grunt left Tommy's mouth and he gripped your hips so tightly, you cringed under the touch.

"I'm gonna cum soon," he said under breath and ran the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe away the pooling sweat.

"Me too," Joel answered, his heart pounding loudly in his chest and his insides clenching and contracting every time the tip of your tongue touched his sensitive glans.

"You're gonna cum on 'er face? I'll mark 'er tits then."

Joel nodded absentmindedly, his thoughts racing and his throat completely dried out while he approached his orgasm in a record breaking amount of time and then suddenly wrapped a hand around his shaft, pulled out of your perfect warm mouth and pumped himself right above your face.

"Jesus… Oh my fuckin' god…," he growled and the next thing you felt were ropes of sticky, warm cum spilling onto your face.

It mostly landed on your chin, lips and cheeks, but you were still glad you had closed your eyes because the salty seed would surely have burned in your eyes. While you licked over your lips to have a taste of his cum, contently listening to Joel's moans and curses, you felt a hand groping your breast with such a force your body arched under Tommy's grip, but he was merciless as he squeezed your flesh in his palm and then, ignoring your painful whine released as well. He came all over your breasts and the feeling of the warm liquid spurting on your chest was an unfamiliar one, but not an unpleasant one.

"Holy fuckin'…" Tommy didn't finish the sentence because he dropped his head to his chest, breathing loudly and pressing a hand to his heart while he let go off his flaccid dick and sank back to sit with his thighs touching his calves.

Silence filled the room again and it allowed you to calm yourself a litte as well although you hadn't orgasmed. You swallowed a few times to do something about the burning sting in your dry throat and then found a more comfortable position by rolling on your side and bending your legs.

You hadn't even noticed that you had turned away from Joel until a large hand took hold of your knee and moved you to lay on your back again. A pair of brown eyes examined your face for any sign of discomfort, his hand stroking up and down your leg and his breathing still coming in harsh bursts while you coughed a few times.

"You alright?" Joel wanted to know and for some reason the concern in his eyes made your pussy throb.

"Yes," you softly whispered and then your gaze dropped to where he supported his weight on his palm, your hands quickly reaching for his wrist which made him grin.

In the meantime Tommy had sat down on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his sweaty hair and now peeked over his shoulder only to laugh at your painted body.

"I gotta take a picture of this," he said and lazily, his feet dragging over the floor, headed to a shelf, grabbed his camera and walked to the edge of the bed.

"Smile, babygirl," he chuckled and took a picture of your fucked out form that was beautifully decorated with both of their cum, Tommy thought.

"Dirty slut," he additionally murmured and then put the camera back on the shelf.

"Jesus…," Tommy sighed and began picking up his clothes from the floor while Joel was busy drawing soothing circles on top of your thigh.

"I'm hungry. I think I'm gonna head downstairs. You wanna come too? We can clean up this mess later," he then claimed referring to the dirty bed sheets and perhaps to you as well, but Joel shook his head and darted at you.

"I'm gonna make 'er cum, too. She deserves it."

His brother lifted an eyebrow while pulling his jeans up his legs.

"Mhm, okay. You need my help?" Tommy laughed, but Joel moved his head again.

"No, it's alright. You go and eat. We'll join when I'm done here."

[oureddie]

is anyone else's brain just one big

what do we need him for? what's your problem man. what are we measuring here buck. you can have my back any day. i love kids. i love this one. they weren't my type. i thought you just dressed alike. buck gave me a heads up. does this boy crush on eddie mean you're finally ready to move on from abby. uh, you should meet his kid, though. i can see the pollen. i can hear it. ooooOOOOooo you made him cry. you dont find it son, you make it. you two have an adorable son. why are you in hospital jail. i got you. dear buck you are an awesome firefighter love christopher. GET UP your life isn't over just bc you arent a firefighter anymore. says the firefighter. there's nobody in this world that i trust with my son more than you. BECAUSE YOU'RE EXHAUSTING. did you ever stop and think for a minute what that could do to US. a total impulse buy, not like you at all. c'mon eddie if you're not gonna be honest with frank at least be honest with me. i could still take you. you think so? i know. wanna go for the title? uhhhh this is eddie's house im not really a guest. just wait until he gets to the 'i dont have to do what you tell me' phase. aren't you still in that phase. you hungry? wanna grab a bite after we drop him? weeeee have visitors cap. eddie!!!!!no!!!!!nonononnonoedddie!!!! CLAWS AT THE GROUND. you wanna do a rope rescue??? of course you do. i mean that wont happen to US. to abby. his fiance is ABBY. welp. at least it's not a tsunami. hey man you might want to talk to your kid about playing fair. buck can we go to your house and play video games. uhhhh sorry kid i think we might be kicking it old school for a while. he's on the phone with dr. copeland, emergency therapy session. what do you have to apologize for? did you say anything that wasn't true? yeah she's worried about me *drop kicks a punching bag* yeah can't imagine why. i had to do it. i know you did. trauma bag? yup. sorry whhaaaatttt was that? check. do you ever replay a conversation in your head and worry you sound like an idiot? have you met me. it's like the universe is scREAMING at you and you refuse to listen. the universe does not scream. am i interrupting book club. you're late. there was construction on sunset. had to take a detour. buck. buck you have to help chris is- right here. you sure that's a smile? that's the same face buck makes when he's gassy. but just be sure that you're following YOUR heart. *gets sniped* eddie- eddie i need you to hang on. are you hurt? where's buck? he's got a harder job tonight. the team feels off without eddie. he doing okay? better than me. i kind of lost it when i told him you got shot. hey since we've got a minute... uh is everything alright. it got me thinking. what would happen if i hadnt. so i went to my attorney and changed my will. so someday, if i uh, didn't make it, christopher would be taken care of. by you. don't you need my consent. my attorney said you could refuse. but you know i wouldn't. but you knew i wouldn't. because evAN. you act like you're expendable. but you're wrong. good idea. eddie really shouldn't be exerting himself right now. this isn't me an eddie bagging a turkey in south pasadena. he takes christopher there all the time, got the place memorized. my kid loves her. is that enough. ice goes on the eye bud. *gets kidnapped and held hostage together* my abuela would eat this up. she loves a good telenovela. oh cuz uhhh you don't? i know you watch them with christopher. that's how we practice our spanish. look man you don't need to pretend with me. buck you need to move on, i have. eddie get away from the door im coming in. what are you afraid of. that im never gonna feel normal again. buck already took him to school, figured you could use the sleep. chris drew this? uh, that one's mine i misunderstood the assignment. cuz he got the help he needed, and that started with you. i just wish i could- fix it? yeah. what are you offering? right now? bobby's famous lasagna. buck, you dont even have a couch. bUUUUCK where the hell are you going. you can live without a

spleen- right? she's gonna be ok. how did the age of absolutely turn into alfalfa smoothies? give me one second let me grab eddie. YO. i dont know. feels weird to congratulate him. alright cowbody go get em. BUCK!!!!! do more! i just feel like she sees me. sorry about this. yeah it's gonna suck. uh hey do you have any plans for the weekend? i was thinking about go-karting, place in the desert, supposed to be a blast. welcome back to the world of the living buck. you were missed. actually i was kind of hoping you would. i just dont want him to uh- end up like me? you didn't end up like you. hey cap, need a lift? you took the chevelle? how'd you talk him into this he always says no to me. like sea monkeys! in fact, i havent been able to uhhhh yeah since i found out. yeah. well i uhhh wish i could help with that! this doesn't change a thing between us. i thought you couldn't bring a date to a bachelor party. UBBBEEERRR!!!! we don't need a key we're firefighters. he's crockett he's tubbs. actually im crockett and HE'S tubbs. eddie who's kim. does that poor woman know she's a dead ringer for your ex wife. oh eddie. what you always do. talk to him. i dont wanna break down the door buck i want him to open it. well uh, he probably won't. ok well why does it have to be me? you're the fastest runner. we beat the bees! im guessing it's probably an allergic reaction of some kind. to what bad juju? you owe me five bucks eddie. i never watched glee. give it back im serious. we know you're serious that's what scares us. whatareyoulookinateddiehehehe. he knows how to stay, unlike some people. yup, i am freddie fakeman, you would do that for me? you and for christopher. mmmmm like it's nothing. it's not nothing. look i know this whole thing between us has been messy and hard. you do matter to me. i know. eddie would never do anything illegal eddie has a silver star!! you're his dad. he doesn't have a mom. if you don't damage him who will? dad up!! sorry i had to go to the airport to pick up this one. said i was gonna get groceries. it's fine. doesn't seem fine. the trials and tribulations of evan buckley. a tragedy in 97 acts. you've been spiraling since the funeral and nobody knows how to talk to you about it. i don't know buck i wasn't there. eddie- jerk. airport and texas are not the same. they don't even have the same amount of letters. heard some dick was being mean to you, thought you could use a little cheering up

or is that just me rn

[salthusiast]

Violent Love Language

No Goggles Mark x GDA Agent Female Reader

Summary: After being sent on a quick mission by Cecil, you catch the attention of one of the variants.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: Violence and blood. Also death (nobody important don’t worry).

“What is going on?!” You hear Cecil’s voice appear behind you. He must really like that teleporter. 

“It appears that multiple versions of Invincible have entered our dimension.” You say, clearing your stack of papers. You know Cecil is going to make you work for that paycheck today.

“No shit, many are we talking?” He asks.

“Sixteen, sir.” You reply, attempting to pull up any cameras you can access on your computer. You pull up the ones from the prison and see some weird Mohawk version of Invincible.

“Huh, well, that’s not what I expected.” You blink, taken aback briefly by the difference.

“It doesn’t matter what he looks like. We need to figure out how to stop them. Get every superhero on the planet out there.” Cecil commands.

You nod, getting ready to notify all the teams Cecil has at his disposal, which is a lot.

“Donald, come with me,” Cecil says, walking toward the door before pausing at the door and calling your name. 

You whip your head toward him, confused if you heard him correctly, “Yes, you come too.” He snaps.

You don’t want to piss him off more than he already is. You can’t imagine that dealing with a crisis like this is very fun. You’re stressed out with your current position, so you can’t imagine being the GDA director. 

“Everybody else, make sure that at least some heroes are trying to stop every single Invincible,” Cecil calls out before turning back toward the door, you and Donald following suit.

“I called you for a special mission. I tried to keep it on the down low as much as possible. However, with current circumstances, I need a favor.” The three of you continue to walk down the hallway. 

You start to feel a little anxious, “Whatever you need, sir. Will it be dangerous?” You ask.

He doesn’t immediately respond, “Usually no, but right now potentially.” He sighs. “I am trusting you with this job. It could potentially save millions of lives if you’re successful.”

Geez, no pressure. You feel yourself start to sweat, “If it saves lives, it is worth it. What is it you need me to do, sir?” You ask.

Cecil brings you to a new room, “You’re going to be looking for a black suitcase. In that suitcase, there will be about twenty small devices in there. They’re experimental, but hypothetically, they should be useful in dealing with Viltrumites. They’re portable versions of the chips that we implanted into Mark. They have a working radius of around fifty miles out.” 

You gape at him; you can't help but feel bad for Mark. You don’t know him personally, but he seems to be a good person. Cecil had made these intending to stop this dimension’s Mark, not other ones.

“Judge all you want about it, but it’s our best hope,” Cecil says, grabbing a watch-looking device. You recognize it immediately.

“Sir, where exactly is this located?” You ask, putting on the device.

Cecil looks at you solemnly, “Guardians HQ. If you’re lucky, you can find it and be in and out in five minutes. However, realistically, you’re going to have to pass all the security checks, which require everybody here to approve.” He sighs.

“I won’t lie, kid. There’s a large chance one of these Invincible variants will be there. If that’s the case, we’ll try and get you out of there. We’ll be monitoring from here.” Cecil gestures between himself and Donald.

You nod, “Yeah,” You take a deep breath, “Okay. Wait, so I get to use the teleporter?” You ask, feeling a little excited.

“Yes, you should just be going there and back,” Cecil explains, motioning for Donald to get everything ready.

“This isn’t coming out of my paycheck right…” You admire the watch. It looks simple, but you know this is very expensive. Cecil stares at you unamused. 

“Uh, okay, I’m ready. How does this— OH MY GOODNESS-” You feel yourself stumble as you land in Guardians HQ.

“Woah…” You look around, you haven’t been here before, not being a superhero. “Damn, really wish he gave me some idea of where it could be.” You mumble to yourself.

You look around the vast room, noticing a large desk. “Guess I’ll start here.” You rummage around briefly, not seeing anything catch your eye.

You spend the next ten minutes just trying to find the suitcase. Was Cecil trying to get you killed? He could’ve at least pointed you in the right direction.

Eventually, you find a door; there isn’t anything special about it. You go to see if you can open it. You try to twist the handle, failing miserably. “Oh, come on.” You groan.

You look at the screen on the door handle’s keypad, which requires higher security access. 

You turn around the room, “Uhh, if you guys can hear me, could you maybe unlock the door?” You point at it, feeling stupid.

Suddenly, a loud crash resonates in the room. You immediately try to find cover, but you’re standing out in the open. 

“Ah damn, I thought they’d be here.” You hear Invincible say, but you know it’s not the one you know. 

You slowly try and inch away out of sight. Maybe you’ll get lucky and he won’t see you?

“Cecil, I know you’re watching.” Not Mark announces in a sing-song tone. “Here! Let me get rid of all these cameras for you.” 

You watch as this Mark variant destroys every camera. Damn, you were relying on those. 

You try and see if there are any differences between this Mark and the one you know. He seems to have the older costume. Other than that, there doesn’t appear to be any differences in it. 

You squint, trying to see. Oh, no goggles, that's a choice.

Just as you try and find a spot to cover, you hear him laugh loudly, “Oh, ho! Look who we have here!” He calls your name out. You stiffen. How does he know you?

“It really is you! Damn, I started to actually miss you. I killed you in my world, you were a reallll challenge.” He floats just above you. You feel a little pathetic crouched down beneath him.

“Is that so?” You counter, feigning confidence. Cecil, where are you? You take a quick glance at the watch, hoping it'll activate, but it doesn't.

“Oh yeah, for sure! I was so sad when I killed you. I got you to scream for hours. You lasted so long. It was soooo cool.” He gestures excitedly. You nod as if interested. Keep him busy, somebody’s gotta come eventually.

“How nice.” You reply sarcastically. Not Mark nods enthusiastically, not noticing the sarcasm.

I still remember what you sounded like. “God, I can’t believe I get a second opportunity to do it.” He lands right in front of you.

“Woah, uh, maybe take a step back.” You step back, creating distance. You feel unnerved by the wide grin on his face.

“Oooh, setting up the match, huh? We’re getting serious. Okay, okay, I’ll play along!” He gets into a fighting stance. You stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“For somebody who seemed to enjoy torturing me so much, I’m surprised I’m only the second version to have the honor to fight you.” You can feel yourself start to sweat. You are running out of ways to stall him.

“I know. I mean, I wanted to conquer other dimensions,” He waves a hand casually, “but this is fun too.”

You see a shift in the lighting above. You subtly glance up, finally somebody’s here. You can’t tell who it is, but you can see it’s not an Invincible. 

“Hmm.. yes, fun.” You reply uninterested. “You know what else is fun?” You ask, moving closer.

He starts to grin wider, getting into a more serious position, “What?”

You push him down the stairs, catching him off guard. You got lucky there. If he wanted to resist that, he definitely could’ve. You see the Guardians descend from the ceiling, restraining him.

You look towards the open door, which was locked earlier. You run towards it.

“Hey! AGH!” You hear him get hit. “DUDE IT WAS A ONE V ONE! RESPECT THE MATCH!” You hear him yell across the room. Ha.

You grab the suitcase waiting in the room, watching as the Guardians attempt to knock him unconscious. 

You frown, “You guys need him alive or something?” You ask, watching them beat down on Not Mark.

“Yeah, Cecil thinks he’s our best shot at getting answers.” You hear Darkwing reply. You nod, “Alright then. Not my business.” You start to walk away, “Wait, before I leave, can I do something?"

All the Guardians look at each other, “Sorry, it’ll just take a moment.” You set the suitcase down, taking a heel off your foot. 

You throw it as hard as you can at Not Mark, hitting him dead in the eye. “Hey! What’d you do that for?!” He frowns pettishly.

You grab the suitcase, picking it up again. You adjust yourself before looking him dead in the eye with a straight face, “Fun.” 

You turn around to walk away from the Guardians, feeling the odd sensation of being teleported once again.

All the Guardians watch, flabbergasted. “She’s got guts.” Darkwing breaks it, amused. Immortal nods, “Let’s just knock this guy out. There’s still more out there.” 

Not Mark remains on the floor, awestruck. How did this human come in here, trick him into an ambush, and then have the audacity to hit him? His eyes linger on where you teleported away. 

It was at this moment that he decided he would meet you again.

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“That was a bold move, kid.” You hear Cecil’s voice. You look up, still nauseous from the teleportation, and his arms are crossed.

“He killed another version of me.” You justify, handing him the suitcase. “Even if I don’t have super strength to beat him up, I wanted to at least hit him for what he did. I would’ve slapped him, but I’m not stupid enough to go into neck snapping range.”

“Whatever," He sighs, "it’s done now. We’ll try and send these out with some teams. They should at least reduce the damage that could be done.” Cecil says, opening the suitcases. He grabs one of the devices.

“What about Mark, sir?” Donald asks, frowning. 

“If you can get in contact with him, tell him to get off the planet. Otherwise, it’s a small price to pay for the greater good. He’ll recover, humanity may not.” Cecil replies. Donald nods and goes back to typing.

Cecil turns toward you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Good work, kid. Sorry that you had to deal with that.”

You shrug, “It’s okay, he didn’t actually get the chance to do anything.” You reply. “What are you planning on doing with him? Are you sure you can restrain him?” You ask, frowning.

“We’re planning on implanting the same chip that Mark had into him. Don’t worry, we have a plan for what to do with him. We might be able to extract some answers out of him eventually.” Cecil sighs. “I don’t even know if we’ll be able to rehabilitate him.” He shakes his head. 

You know this is what Cecil does. While you may find some moral issues in using villains, you know this is how he works. There’s nothing you can do to change that.

You nod, “It’s worth a shot, sir.” You reply. “If we can have two Invincibles out there, that’d be a huge advantage.” 

“Yeah, that’s if he will change. These variants seem pretty set in their ways.” Cecil watches Donald work. “One step at a time. We need to get answers out of him first.” 

You nod, “Probably a good idea.” 

Cecil turns back to you before dismissing you back to your desk, “Thank you for your help.”

You nod, “Of course, sir. Call me anytime.”

—

“You sure he won’t wake up?” Darkwing asks, looking nervously at the body of the unconscious Invincible slung over Immortal’s back.

Duplikate walks up next to them, “I doubt it. If he does, Cecil told us he has a backup. We can also knock him out again.”

“We were lucky. If he wasn’t caught off guard, then we would not have knocked him out. He would’ve killed us all.” Darkwing responds solemnly.

Immortal slides the variant into the special cell that Cecil told them to put him in.

“Thank you, Guardians.” A scientist comes up to them, locking the special prison cell. “You needn’t worry about him escaping. You are free to go.” He smiles. 

The Guardians nod before rushing out of the Pentagon. Cecil walks into the room. “Is he up yet?” He asks.

The scientist shakes his head, “No, sir. We expect he’ll wake up in the next few minutes, though.” He taps his pen on the clipboard. 

“Good, all safety measures have been checked, yes?” Cecil asks. The scientist nods, “Yes, sir. He will not be escaping.” He responds. The two watch as the Invincible starts to stir.

“Agh, my head… Hey, where am I?” He looks around before making eye contact with Cecil. “You seriously think that I can’t escape this?” He sounds amused. He slowly stands up, walking up to the front of his cell. 

“Perhaps, but you will regret your attempts,” Cecil replies, his voice betraying nothing. 

The Invincible variant laughs, taking off his mask. “You had me knocked out, why not kill me?” He puts his finger through the mask and spins it.

“You aren’t in a position to be asking questions.” Cecil narrows his eyes.

The variant suddenly slams into the front of the cell where Cecil and the scientist stand. The scientist flinches back, but Cecil remains still.

“You truly think. I can’t kill you right now?” He laughs. “All it takes is— ARGH!!” He immediately falls down onto the ground, gripping his head. 

Cecil presses the button once again, cutting out the noise playing in the Invincible’s ear. “Like I said, you’re not in a position to be asking questions.” The variant looks up at him, the amused smile gone from his face.

"Now tell me why you’re here,” Cecil demands. 

The variant wipes the blood from his suit, “I’m not tellin’ you shit.” He smears the blood on his fingers to the ground. Suddenly, he says your name, the smile returning to his face.

“What?” Cecil asks, confused. “How do you know her?” He asks.

“Does it matter?” The variant rolls his eyes. “Where is she? I want to talk to her.”

“Sorry to say, we can’t do that.” Cecil didn’t sound very sorry.

The variant clicks his tongue, “Damn, guess you’re not getting a word out of me then.” He leans against the wall smugly.

“You can rot in this cell then,” Cecil replies.

The variant snaps and then does finger guns, “Oooh, so you see, that won’t work.” He laughs loudly. “I mean you’ll die eventually. I have centuries to escape, and trust me...” 

He leans towards the wall, placing his hands against it, “It will not take me a century to escape. You’re lucky if you last a week.” He pushes away from the wall, pacing in his room.

“Now, if you want answers. Bring her. It’s a win-win. I get the girl, you get your answers!” He grins widely, as if that’s a very fair deal.

Cecil sighs.

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“Uh, what is it you need, sir?” You ask your boss over the phone. 

“It appears that the Invincible variant we captured refuses to answer any questions,” Cecil responds, annoyed, looking over toward the variant, who is grinning with two giant thumbs up.

“Okay..?” You respond, not liking where this is headed.

“I hate to involve you again, kid, but he will only answer questions if you are there,” Cecil replies exasperated.

You are frozen for a moment; this monster almost killed you. Why on Earth could he possibly want to talk to you?

“..Which cell is he in?” You eventually concede. You can hear Cecil sigh in relief. 

“Thank you, he’s in cell two hundred forty-three,” Cecil informs you. 

“I’ll be there in a minute.” You tell him before you hang up. 

You grab all your stuff and begin your long trek to the special prison Cecil has. It’s supposed to be able to withstand anything, but after seeing Omni-Man take a nuke, you aren’t certain.

You eventually get down to that level, and the security asks for your identification. You scan your card before walking in. You see Cecil and Donald standing at the end of the row.

You slowly approach, “There she is! I was wondering if you were gonna show!” You hear Not Mark (at this point, that’s his new name) call. 

“How long do I need to be here for?” You whisper to Cecil. 

“Long enough to figure out why they’re here and who sent them,” Cecil responds, matching your volume.

“You got your wish, now can you answer our questions?” Cecil asks, crossing his arms.

“Mmmm, I don’t know.” He looks at you and frowns. “I thought it was just gonna be me and her.” He looks disappointedly at Cecil.

You and Cecil share a look, you nod at each other, before he looks down shaking his head. “Everybody out! You get ten minutes with her, nothing more.” He states before the area clears out.

You shift uncomfortably, he is just watching you. He seems content just to stare at you. 

“What?” You ask, feeling scrutinized by his stare. He looks up at you, “You’re amazing.” He replies breathless.

You raise an eyebrow, “I’m amazing. After you told me that the other version of me you tortured was one of the best things you’ve done? Hate to break it to you, but I am just a normal person.” You cross your arms, looking at him. “I think you’ve noticed that already.”

He nods, “Of course I have. She was strong, sure, but you. You played me like a fool. When you hit me with that shoe at the end? Way to leave a guy with a cliffhanger.” He mockingly swoons.

You look at him unimpressed. “Very funny. Now we don’t have much time, so please just cooperate and answer these questions. It saves us both trouble.”

He nods enthusiastically, “Of course. What do you want to know?” He sits on the ground, criss cross, looking up at you like you hung the moon.

You ignore his gaze, “Why are you here?” You ask.

“Well… You see, I got into a fight with the Guardians. Oooh, I was so looking forward to actually fighting them. Instead, I met you.” He rests his elbows on his knees, holding his face with his hands.

“I was so enraptured by your presence that I got caught off guard.” He holds his hands out. “Now, I’m in prison.”

You look at him, glaring. “You know what I meant.”

He frowns, “Not big on jokes? We were chatting perfectly fine earlier.” He says to himself. You exhale annoyed.

“Sheesh, just playing! Okay, so this guy, right? He promised me the most fun dimensions for me to take over.” He shifts his weight onto his side. 

“What was his name?” You ask. 

“Angstrom Levy.” He says, and you freeze. “Oh, you’ve met?” He asks.

“Not personally, but I’ve heard stories.” You look down. “What exactly did he ask you all to do?” You ask.

“Eh, something about making everyone here fear Invincible. It seemed like he just wanted chaos, which I didn’t mind one bit.” He holds his hands up in surrender.

“How long are you guys meant to do this for?” You ask.

He shrugs, “Until he says stop, I guess.” 

“And when would that be?” You walk up closer to his cell. He stands up, meeting your gaze. His eyes glance down at your lips.

“I…” He stares at your face, “have no idea.”

You frown, “Helpful.”

“I try to be.” He grins.

You shake your head, rubbing your temples. This is way above your paygrade. “So, let me get this straight: Angstrom Levy brought over a dozen different versions of yourself,” He nods, “and he just told you guys to ‘cause chaos.” 

“Sounds about right.” He starts spinning his mask with his fingers again.

“And in return, he’d give you dimensions to conquer?” You frown.

“Yeeep.” 

“So you have no idea why he wants you guys to cause chaos?” You lean up against the cell. He leans against his cell, too, mirroring your action.

“To be honest, I didn’t particularly care.” He taps his finger against the cell. “But, I do know the me of this dimension did something to piss him off.”

You think back to the whole incident with the Mauler Twins and the other incident where Mark almost killed him. “Oh.” You respond.

“‘Oh?’” He quotes. “You gonna share with the class?” 

“I thought I was the one asking questions.” You look at him.

“And I answered! Come on, throw me a bone here, will you?” He grins at you, looking far more innocent than you know him to be.

You look at him unimpressed. 

“Please?! Come on. There’s nothing fun around here. You’re my only source of entertainment right now.” He leans against the wall dramatically.

“Glad to know I’m contributing to your lack of entertainment.” You respond, detached.

“Aha! There she is! I was wondering if you left all your personality back where we met.” He snaps his fingers and does finger guns at you.

You look at him blankly. “Cecil will be back any moment now.” You begin to walk away.

“Wait, wait!” He calls out, and you pause.

“Will you come and visit me?” He asks, giving you false puppy dog eyes. You know if he wasn’t in that cell, he’d probably kill you.

You scoff but find yourself smiling, “Why, so I can be a source of entertainment for you?” You ask, walking back to his cell. He walks up to where you are, and you both stare each other down.

“Perhaps.” He grins.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t look like you’re getting answers out of him.” Cecil walks in. You immediately distance yourself from the cell, breaking eye contact with Not Mark. He doesn’t move from where you two had your little staring competition.

“Forgive me, sir.” You look away from him, slightly embarrassed. “I did get answers, though.” You consciously ignore Not Mark, who is waving at you both to try and get your attention.

“We heard,” Cecil responds dryly, he does sound a bit amused though. He puts his hand on your shoulder, “Thanks for your assistance. Sorry we had to bring you out again for.. him.” You both turn to look at Not Mark, who grins innocently.

“Yeah, no problem.” You say, feeling as if it were very much a problem.

“Wait, Cecil, is she allowed to visit me?” Not Mark asks, butting into your conversation.

“That’s up to her.” Cecil says, at the same time you say, “It’s prohibited.”

You look at Cecil, distressed. “What? It pays to be in his good graces.” Cecil whispers to you.

“Yeah? What’s his good graces? Not breaking out and killing everyone?” You respond frustrated. Cecil raises an eyebrow before looking over at Not Mark. “Fair enough.” You sigh despondently.

“I can hear you two.” Not Mark comments helpfully.

You look at Cecil, and he nods. “You can head back now.”

You nod, “Thank you, sir.” You start to walk away, ignoring Not Mark’s cries of “Wait!” and “Don’t go!”

You walk past the security, giving a nod of acknowledgement. You walk into the elevator.

Once you arrive on the floor, you were supposed to be on (before all of that happened). You sit down at your desk, grabbing your stack of papers you threw aside earlier. 

“How are the Guardians doing, or all the teams for that matter?” You ask your coworker, Bryan, casually.

He groans. “We’ve already seen at least three be eliminated or seriously injured.”

“Teams? Like they killed off entire teams?” You ask, shocked.

He nods, “Yep. Down and out.” He types frantically on his keyboard.

“…Have we managed to kill any of the Invincibles at all?” You ask hesitantly, unsure if you want to know the answer. 

“At the moment? Four.” He responds.

“Oh, that’s more than I expected.” You look around the panicked room. Every person around you is frantically working. Crazy to think that not even 10 minutes ago you were talking to one of those Invincibles while everybody up here was stressing.

“Did you find out any valuable info from the one we captured?” Bryan asks.

“Not much. Levy sent him.” You start to log in to your computer.

“Levy? As in Angstrom Levy?” He asks, flabbergasted.

“Yep.” You pop your lips. “Turns out Mark didn’t kill him.” 

“From what I heard, there was no way anybody could survive that.” 

“Well, apparently he did. He wants revenge on Mark, I think.” You respond.

“Great, so he brought sixteen different Invincibles in order to kill our Invincible.” He sighs, pausing in his typing.

“Eh, basically. Apparently, they won’t stop causing damage until told to by Levy himself.” You tell him. “The captured one didn’t even know when that’d be.”

“Oh, so they could go on until they destroy the world?” Bryan laughs humorlessly.

“Yeah. I have no idea when—”

A loud crash resounds in the room. You and Bryan whip your heads around, looking at the giant hole in the ceiling. You look and see an Invincible floating over the rubble. 

You quickly glance at Bryan before you both scurry out of the room. You start to run out when…

“HOLY SHIT!” You hear him yell. You turn around to look at him, narrowly missing the body that was flung inches in front of your face.

You stare in horror, watching as employee after employee is murdered. You begin to run again. 

“Ugh damn it…” You frantically yank your heels off your feet. You run off to the exit. You, Bryan, and a few other coworkers manage to escape that room, but you can still hear the screams from where the crash was.

“Where is Cecil?!” Somebody asks. You shake your head. “Probably dealing with the other one we captured.” You groan. This Invincible is probably here to break that one out of prison.

“Let’s go, it’s safer in the halls than it is here.” You look at the remaining people, who nod. You start to run out again before the wall on your left explodes. 

“Other way, other way!” You yell, panicked. You push back against the remaining people. They start to head in the other direction. 

“Are all of you guys okay?” You ask. Out of the thirty of you in that room, seven (including you) made it.

“We should’ve just let him go.” You hear a coworker mumble, and everybody turns to look at them. “What? Am I wrong? This never would have happened if we didn’t keep that other one hostage.” You hear some murmurs of agreement.

“We don’t know that. The Pentagon might’ve been a target regardless of the Invincible we kept.” You frown, shaking your head. 

“Yeah? Well, we can’t be too sure, can we? How about we find out, huh?” The worker pushes past you all, heading back into the original room.

“What are they doing?” Bryan asks. You all watch as they run to their death.

Suddenly, static cuts in from the PA speakers: “Cell two hundred and forty-three is open.”

You all sit in silence for a bit before some people in your group begin to sob. 

The door the worker ran into earlier opens, and you all watch as a head rolls through the door. It is the head of that worker.

You all look up in horror. The Invincible variant crushes the head of the worker before looking up. 

You, being in the back, turn in the opposite direction. You think you’ll take your chances with random exploding walls over that. Bryan notices, and you motion him to be quiet, and duck so that the variant doesn’t see you two escape.

You both crouch, walking in the other direction. The group is still back there facing off against that Invincible. Do you feel bad for leaving them there? Yes, but you can’t dwell on it. It’s either all of you die, or some of you die. 

You don’t even hear the screams of them, just the wet slap of their bodies hitting the blood-soaked floor. You flinch, knowing that you two are now in plain view.

“Bryan, Bryan, we have to ru—” You turn to look at your friend, but pause in horror. The variant stabbed his hand right through him. You cup your hands up to your mouth, holding back a sob. You look at the variant before attempting to sprint away. You feel yourself get slammed into the wall, and you let out a soft “Oof!”

You look up in fear, the Invincible’s goggles block you from seeing his eyes. You can feel the tears roll down your face at this point. You don’t say anything, just stare at him silently as he raises his hand to strike you down.

Suddenly, you’re thrown to the ground, out of the Invincible’s grip. You look up.

“Dude, what are you doing here? God, you ruined my whole plan.” Not Mark pouts petulantly.

“I wasn’t aware you were here.” The other Mark replies.

“Well?” He does jazz hands. “I am! Now get out.” 

“Sure, whatever, just let me kill the human first. Angstrom said kill as many as possible.

Within an instant, Not Mark tackles the other one, sending a cloud of dust throughout the entire area. You cough, watching in both awe and horror. You attempt to stand up, but feel a sharp pain in your leg.

“Agh… shit.” You whimper, an action that seems to catch Not Mark’s attention. Within a millisecond, he’s in front of you, “Do you trust me?” He asks.

You blink at him, feeling the gust of wind from him speeding towards you. “Absolutely not!” You suck in air from the pain.

He grins, “Great.” He then grabs you bridal style before blasting into the air.

“OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” You attempt to yell over the rushing wind. You feel yourself suffocating, unable to breathe with the high speed and rushing wind.

“Aw shit, forgot humans can’t breathe when I move this fast. You think you can last a little longer?” You hear him ask. You try and nod, but can barely move against the strong force. 

Eventually, you come to a stop, he places you down gently on the ground. “Do not move. Go inside that building, I’ll be back shortly.” He points to a relatively run down looking building.

“What?! Where did you drop me off-” You watch him speed off back into the sky. “Unbelievable!” You yell out to nobody. Who is going to believe this happened to you today? Nobody! 

“I’m not waiting here, asshole.” You grumble to yourself.

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You sigh, waiting inside the building.

“How long is his definition of ‘shortly'? It’s been days.” You lean your elbows on your knees. 

Luckily, despite its run down appearance the place Not Mark dropped you off at has running water and food. 

It took you a while to actually try and consume any of it, but you decided that you didn’t want to die in the middle of nowhere. You’ll take your chances. Worst-case scenario, Cecil pays for your healthcare. He is the one who put you in this situation anyway.

Suddenly, the door gets thrown open. You jump back into the corner of the room you’re in. You hear Not Mark call your name.

“Hellooo? Anybody here?” You hear him approach you before looking directly at you. “There she is!” He walks up to you.

You grimace in disgust, looking at him. He’s covered from head to toe in blood. 

“What’s wrong?” He frowns. “Do I have something on my face?” He asks.

You look him up and down again, “Blood.” You respond disgustedly.

He blinks, confused, “You don’t like the blood? I thought you’d like it.” He looks at the ground as if trying to figure out a puzzle. “I’ll be right back.” He zooms out of the room, the door shutting itself behind him.

You look at the spot he was just at, unimpressed. Suddenly, the door opens again, and his suit is clean. You furrow your eyebrows, “How’d you clean it?” You ask.

“Flew to space and back. It comes off.” He mentions casually, as if that’s normal. “Anyway, ready to head home?” He grins, looking at you, holding his arms out ready to carry you. 

You look at him, suspicious.

He rolls his eyes, “Oh come onnnn. If I wanted to kill you, I could’ve done that way earlier.” He raises a hand and waves it back. At your horrified expression, he elaborates, “I mean like… You know what I mean. I don’t want you dead. I kinda went out of my way to make sure you didn’t die.” 

You nod, “Oh, yeah, okay… So I should just let you whisk me to who knows where.” You feign calmness.

“I mean, yeah.” He shrugs before grinning widely. “OOH, unless you want to give me your address.”

You stare at him, trying to discern whether he is serious. He stares back, smiling, looking like a dog begging for a treat. 

“No!”

“Worth a shot.” He sighs dejectedly. 

He carries you back, flying a lot slower this time, but still fast enough where you can’t bring yourself to talk in fear of choking on air or on a bug.

You feel him gaze at you a couple of times and pointedly ignore his stare. Suddenly, he pauses, slowing to a stop mid-air. “What’s wrong?” You ask, panic growing. 

You see him groan before throwing out some earpiece in his ear. “Oh, they didn’t take that out when you entered the Pentagon?”

“I don't know, I should be asking you that.” He leans down to your ear. “Hold on tight.” He whispers.

“What? OH MY—” You see him attack something. It explodes in the air. You both watch the debris fall onto the earth.

“What was that?” You ask, unsure if you want to know the answer. 

“Angstrom.” He says, pulling you closer before flying back where he was originally headed. 

You go the rest of the flight in silence. It wasn’t like you could talk if you wanted to. The wind made it difficult.

“Andddd we’re here. Wow, we really did a number on this place.” You look down, seeing half the Pentagon decimated. 

Out of nowhere, ReAnimen jump up into the sky. Not Mark drops you out of surprise. You feel yourself fall, closing your eyes and bracing for the impact. God, was this finally it? After everything you survived today?

A pair of arms catch you, and you open your eyes to see the singular red light of a ReAniman. You try to lean back away from the undead creature. You know they work for Cecil, but it doesn’t mean that you have to like them.

“Oh, good you’re alive. How’d you live?” Cecil asks. You feel yourself questioning for a moment if he is actually happy to see you alive. You turn toward Not Mark. He is fighting the ReAnimen. 

“Woahh, I never fought these guys in my world. They’re kinda fun.” He slams five of them using the body of one he already killed. “I killed you before you got the chance to create them, but man, Cecil. Good stuff.” He hovers over them.

“He saved me.” You tell Cecil, not exactly sounding enthusiastic.

He raises an eyebrow, “From the other one that came?” He asks, you nod.

“Hm…” He pauses, looking at the ground before pointing at you suddenly.

“What?” You whisper.

All the ReAnimen slowly turn their heads toward you. “Wait, Cecil, what are you doing?” You ask, panic growing. He looks at you coldly. “Cecil…” You try again.

Not Mark, noticing the lack of new opponents looks down. He spots you getting circled before he immediately dives in and lands right behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” He asks coldly. The grin on his face from the fight earlier is nowhere to be seen.

Cecil suddenly holds his hand up, and all the ReAnimen halt. “I see.” He says to himself. He says your name, “I apologize for my actions just now. I just had to…” He looks at Not Mark, “test something.” 

You look at Not Mark and then Cecil. “Please tell me you aren’t thinking what I’m thinking.” You look at Cecil in disbelief.

“What is it?” Not Mark asks right behind you. You step forward to create some distance between you two, and he steps forward to compensate.

“Say, how about you work for the GDA, Mark?” 

You and Not Mark both gape at Cecil before both of you simultaneously cry out:

“Are you SERIOUS?!”

“Oooh.” Not Mark laughs loudly. “Yeah, absolutely not. Why would I ever work for you?”

Cecil looks at you, his eyes seem sympathetic, yet unapologetic. “You can work with her.” 

So now here you are. Watching an evil version of Invincible shake hands with Cecil Stedman. The deciding factor? Getting to work with you. Truly, you’d feel flattered if it were anybody else.

“Soooo we’ll be in contact?” Not Mark grins at you, leaning into your personal space. You step away from him, but he follows.

“Kill yourself.” You deadpan. 

He smiles wider, and you know he heard it. “Now, is that how you talk to the person who saved your life? Oh, and your new coworker.” He removes his mask.

You feel your eye twitch. Is this seriously your life now?

“Why the long face?” He mocks your traumatized expression before breaking character and laughing loudly. “Come on, let’s get to work!” He floats up, flying in circles around you in the air like a hyperactive dog. 

“This is my life now.” You tell yourself, Not Mark nods because of course he heard you.

“Our life now.” He grins at you. 

You groan.

Quick A/N: Yes, yes, I'll get back to writing for Viltrumite Mark. Unless you guys want more of this. Either way Viltrumite Mark pt 3 is up next :D

[rosenclaws]

How smug is he when he fucks you so good your orgasm makes you pass out.

purrrr omg thats such a hot prompt tbh

warnings: minors dni!!

Origins Logan -

Oh man he is so cocky about it. He's still buried deep inside of you and whispering in your ear when he hits that one spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and your body go limp. He's worried at first. Grabbing you and tilt your head up. He tries talking to you and when you don't respond he stops. It takes him a second but he realizes that you passed out from getting fucked too hard. Oh he just smirks. He takes care of you of course. Slipping out and probably finishing himself off in the bathroom. He cleans you up, tucks you into bed and lays next to you. When you wake back up he's all over you. Pulling you close and teasing the shit out of you. Saying that you're so good to him, letting him fuck you till you can't take it. You tell him next time don't stop and he growls and climbs on top of you, ready to make good on that.

Trilogy Logan -

Oh my god he will not shut up about it. It happens once, Logan is basically tearing you apart. Orgasm after orgasm he's pulling from you with no signs of stopping. He's whispering the most filthy things you can imagine and making you take it just how you like it. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you stop making noises. Logan slows down when he realizes you've gone completely limp. He taps your face and calls your name but you don't respond. It dawns on him that he literally fucked you to the point of passing out and he just fucking smiles. He doesn't move, instead holding you close and waiting for you to wake back up. He's gentle as he rolls onto his side. Deciding to give you a couple minutes before he gets up. Luckily you do after a little bit. Still full of Logan and his hands are rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

First thing is he does make sure you're okay but once he's sure he turns into an unbearable dick. Affectionally of course. Saying that he knew he was good but he didn't know he was that good. He fucks you again, whispering about how hot it is that you wanted him that bad. You let him fuck you till you passed out and he's never going to forget it. Pretty much every time you guys get intimate he'll bring it up and ask if you wanna do it again.

DOFP Logan -

He's more worried but he can't lie it boosts his ego like crazy. He knows he's not as young as he used to be but his stamina is still there and sometimes he wants to fuck like a rabbit. He's got you pinned against the wall as he fucks you during a break in classes. He's rougher, more feral than usual and you fucking love it. He had already fucked you early that day and your body was screaming in pleasure. A little pain but nothing you couldn't handle. Logan notices you getting weaker as you get closer, a small worry coming over him as your eyes flutter closed. It was so damn good that you lost consciousness for a second. Logan freaks out for a second. Pulling you off the wall and placing you on a nearby by desk. He's holding you close and whispering in your ear. It's not long until you come back and Logan breathes a sigh of relief. You have this fucked out happy look on your face and Logan just smirks.

Not bad for an old man huh?

Old Man Logan -

He feels guilty for pushing you too far. Even though you love it he can sometimes treat you like glass. To him he's this old perv and you're this perfect angel sent to him and so he fears that letting his animal side out would result in hurting you. The moment you go limp in his arms is the moment he panics. Did he push you too hard? Was he cross a line? This was one of the times you had begged for him to let go and he told you that you didn't know what you were asking for. But he can't say no to you and so he let his dirtier fantasies take hold and basically let himself rail you into next week.

He's holding you tight and massaging your body until you wake up. You can see the guilt in his eyes when you come back and you tell him that it's okay. That it was really hot and you want more of that side of him. He's very hesitant to believe you and he says maybe another time. It does take a bit before he's ready to go that far again but he does it because he loves you and doesn't want to hurt you.

Worst Logan -

It's like a mix of cocky and guilt. He feels bad for pushing you over the edge like that but a part of him is eating up the fact that he's still got it in him to make you scream his name. He’s more animalistic than his other selves and you begged him to let go. Show you the animal that growls and speaks in that sexy sexy voice. He had you pinned against every surface if your apartment pulling orgasm after orgasm until your voice was scratchy and your brain went dumb.

Logan hates it but seeing you passed out because of his cock makes him harder than he was before. He feels bad but fuck its so hot. He doesn’t do anything about it until you wake back up. He’s got water and makes you drink the whole glass. You think its hot seeing him so untamed. You can tell he’s turned on but he won’t say it so you are the one to break the ice. Telling him that next time don’t stop and he’s pouncing on you like the feral sexy beast he is.

[aventurineswife]

Meow :D

what if the reader found a cat that acts like their lover? Like they have the same kind of attitude! Reader takes the cat home to take care of it with their lover! Imagine you just see you’re lover and cat staring each other down for you’re attention lol

you can do this with any honkai star rail (I’m bad with names) characters! (I prefer male but you can add female if you want) and you can do as many as you want! I just like telling my ideas :)

Two of a Kind

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Blade x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Romance, Humor, Fluff, Jealousy, Rivalry, Comfort, Lighthearted, Domestic.

Warnings: Mild Jealousy (between the characters and the cat), Slightly suggestive interactions (implied, but nothing explicit), Fluff overload, OOC 😔💔.

The moment you found the small, snow-white cat in the alleyway near the Cloud Knights’ barracks, you knew something was strange. It lounged on a pile of silk scraps like a dignified ruler, eyes half-lidded in serene boredom. When you crouched down to offer a hand, it yawned leisurely before rubbing its head against your palm.

"Lazy little thing, aren’t you?" You chuckled, scooping it up. It was oddly… familiar. The way it melted into your touch, stretching lazily, as if it had all the time in the world.

Bringing it home was inevitable.

Jing Yuan was reclining in his study when you arrived, eyes flickering open as you placed the cat in your lap. He raised a brow, immediately sitting up.

“…You brought home another one?” His voice held a mix of amusement and suspicion.

"This one’s different," you grinned. "Look at it."

The cat blinked at Jing Yuan, slow and deliberate.

Jing Yuan blinked back.

Then, as if recognizing a rival, the cat turned its head with a haughty sigh and curled up in your lap, looking every bit like a miniature version of your lover when he feigned sleep to avoid meetings.

Your laughter made Jing Yuan frown. "Don’t tell me… it acts like me?"

"It really does! Look at the way it lounges!"

Jing Yuan rubbed his temple. "I’m being replaced by a cat."

For the next few days, the battle for your attention escalated. Whenever you pet the cat, Jing Yuan would pull you onto the couch beside him, draping an arm over your shoulder. If you scratched behind the cat’s ears, Jing Yuan would hum pointedly until you did the same for him. You even caught them staring each other down one evening—one with feline eyes, the other with his usual patient amusement, both vying for your affection.

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "You do realize you’re jealous of a cat, right?"

Jing Yuan huffed, crossing his arms. "I’m not jealous. I’m simply… asserting my rightful place."

The cat, as if mocking him, promptly stretched across your lap.

Jing Yuan sighed in defeat, then reached over, stroking the cat’s head with surprising gentleness. "Hmph. I suppose we can share."

And so, the rivalry ended in an unspoken truce—one where you were adored by both the lazy general and his equally lazy feline counterpart.

You weren’t sure what it was about the midnight-furred cat that made you stop in the middle of the street. Maybe it was the sharp red eyes, eerily intense for a feline. Or maybe it was the way it sat in the shadows, unmoving, its aura both captivating and unsettling.

Regardless, you brought it home.

Blade was polishing his sword when you arrived, and his first reaction upon seeing the cat was a deadpan stare.

“…You’re joking."

The cat, sitting by your feet, glared at him with the same unnerving stillness.

You tilted your head. "What?"

Blade sighed, setting his sword aside. "It looks like me."

You blinked. Then you looked at the cat again—black fur, red eyes, an almost unnatural stillness to the way it held itself. Then, you burst out laughing.

"Oh no," you wheezed. "You’re right."

Blade scowled, rubbing his temple as the cat leapt onto your lap, curling into a tight ball like it had no interest in anything else.

"You brought home a brooding, quiet stray," Blade muttered, arms crossed. "Sound familiar?"

You grinned. "I have a type."

For days, the cat shadowed you, always quiet, always intense. Blade would sit in the corner, watching as you absentmindedly pet the feline while reading. At some point, you noticed the two of them mirroring each other—both staring at you, both exuding the same quiet, brooding energy.

It was unnerving.

"Are you two competing or something?" you finally asked.

Blade scoffed. "Tch. I don’t need to compete with a cat."

The cat, in perfect synchronization, flicked its tail as if scoffing right back.

You buried your face in your hands. "I can’t believe this."

Still, one night, you woke up to find Blade sitting on the floor beside the couch, absently petting the cat with an almost thoughtful expression.

"...You like it," you whispered.

Blade's hand paused, his expression unreadable. "It’s quiet. Doesn’t ask for anything."

You smiled. "Like you?"

Blade clicked his tongue, but he didn’t deny it.

And so, the brooding warrior and his feline doppelgänger coexisted in an eerie, wordless understanding—both bound to you, both unwilling to admit that, maybe, they had found comfort in something they never expected.

The cat you found had fur as soft as clouds and an uncanny, almost celestial presence. With golden eyes, and an air of quiet authority, it reminded you of someone.

Taking it home, however, proved to be the real challenge.

Sunday was seated in his grand study, calmly flipping through a book when you entered with the cat in your arms. The moment his eyes met the feline’s, an odd silence settled over the room.

The cat blinked.

Sunday blinked.

You swore you could feel the tension.

Finally, Sunday exhaled, closing his book. "...My dear, why does this creature look like it stepped out of my reflection?"

You grinned. "I was thinking the same thing."

Sunday reached out, gently brushing his fingers over the cat’s fur. The cat, rather than lean into the touch, simply tilted its head with a regal, knowing gaze.

Then, as if dismissing him, it turned its attention back to you, purring contentedly as it nestled in your arms.

Sunday raised an elegant brow. "I see. A competitor has appeared."

You chuckled. "You’re not actually jealous, are you?"

Sunday didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You wouldn’t abandon me for a mere feline, would you?" His voice was smooth, teasing, but there was a quiet possessiveness beneath it.

You rolled your eyes. "It’s just a cat, Sunday."

"Yet it looks at me as if I am the intruder here," he mused, golden eyes glinting. "Fascinating."

For the next few days, you often caught Sunday and the cat watching each other in eerie silence, as if locked in an unspoken battle for dominance. Whenever Sunday pulled you onto his lap, the cat would jump onto your shoulder. Whenever the cat nestled against your chest, Sunday would wrap an arm around your waist, subtly claiming you back.

It was absurd.

"Sunday," you sighed. "You’re not actually fighting a cat for my attention."

He simply smiled, pressing a kiss to your hand. "My dear, I always win."

The cat, unimpressed, flicked its tail.

And so, the celestial rivalry continued—an eternal battle between a regal dream-weaver and his equally dignified feline reflection.

[motorsportbarbie13]

One New Voicemail (Max's Version)

your relationship with max as told by his voicemails.

(no warnings. one angsty one but it's fine. extra credit to @lestapiastrisgirl for helping me with the last few ideas.)

Your First Date 

“Hi.” He clears his throat. 

“Its Max.” Pause.

“Verstappen.” 

Well. This was going splendidly. 

He chuckles. “You probably know that though, right? I didn’t quite plan this out.” 

He shakes his head. Whispers: clearly not you idiot. 

“Um. So. I just wanted to say thank you. For tonight. I mean, I planned everything and paid for it  all so I’m not thanking you for that…” Max winces. 

“Just…for being you. I don’t think I’ve ever had a first date like that. It felt like we talked for hours, which I guess we did, didn’t we?” 

He laughs again and you can almost see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at you. 

He hums “I liked it. I like you. When can I see you again? You said there was that Degas exhibit at the Louvre you’ve been wanting to see. We could go tomorrow? I’ll have Frank file flight plans first thing tomorrow morning.” 

Oh he was in so much trouble. 

“Okay. Bye.” 

Click. 

Your First Kiss 

“Hi.” Max is breathless, in awe of what just happened. 

“I know I just left but I can’t stop replaying that kiss in my head. I almost walked into a light pole your lips had me so distracted.” He shakes his head, head swiveling back to look at the offending pole. That would have been a fun black eye to explain.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for...” 

He pauses, like he’s remembering the first time he ever imagined pressing his lips to yours.

“God. For the longest time. Since I saw you that first night at that dinner party.” 

Mutual friends he’d have to thank tomorrow morning for giving him what felt like a turning point in his life.

“You had the same lipstick on tonight and I just…had to know how your lips tasted.” 

It had been slow, dripping through your closely pressed skin, sticky-sweet as honey. Max would never forget it for as long as he had breath in his lungs.

“You’ve ruined me, schat.” He accuses but there’s no fire in the words. No real accusations, just statement of facts. “Ruined.”

He shakes his head again, reaching for the car key in his pocket.

“Can we do it again tomorrow? And the next day?”

And forever?

He leaves that part out. For now. 

Click. 

He Wonders If He's Worth It 

“Are you…sure?” He’s anxious, you can tell by the way he breathes on the other end of the line.

“I just wanted to ask again because I can’t quite believe I got you to agree to be my girlfriend” His laugh is anything but humorous. It’s dry. Brittle. 

“Being with me is a lot. I know it’s a lot and it’s a lot to ask of someone.” He thinks he might be able to let you go now if you walked away. He’s scared you’re going to. 

“If you don’t want to be involved with me, I’d understand.” 

The fear of losing you grips at him like ice. You can hear it in his voice and your heart shatters because he doesn’t realize how badly you’re falling for him too. 

“It’s just…I feel like I can breathe around you. I don’t have to wear a mask or be Max Verstappen, 4 time world champion. I can just be Max.” 

A pause. As if he’s gathering the courage to choke out the last words on the tip of his tongue.

“Your Max. If you’ll have me.” 

The last bit is whispered, like he doesn’t want the world to hear how weak he is for you. How easily he’d follow you anywhere. 

“Okay. Bye.” 

Click. 

He Wins The Championship

“Baby!!!” He shouts, laughter filling every corner of his voice. 

“We won! The championship they said I couldn’t win!” Around him, champagne drips and gin flows.

“Where’d you go? I just saw you and then you vanished!!” 

You had told him ten seconds before he had pulled out his phone to call you. A trip to the Ladies Room was required and he knew that. But the 5th gin and tonic robbed him of his memory. 

“Can you believe I’m a FIVE TIME world champion?” Max’s shouts turn watery, like the emotion is hitting him like a freight train. 

“I’m so glad you were here to be with me. I never want to win without you ever again.” 

He’s getting sentimental. It used to be a rarity with him, the Flying Dutchman trained up to be a champion by Jos. But now? Now he was soft. So soft. But only for you. Always for you. 

“I miss you.” He pouts. 

The music thumps in the background, causing Max’s head to spin. 

And then, you. Across the room, returning from your trek to the restroom. He spots you and his entire face brightens. 

“There you are!” He coos into his phone. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. Did you know that? You’re so fucking beautiful and I can’t wait to marry you.” 

He doesn’t realize the weight of the words falling from his lips. But he means every syllable. 

“Okay, I’m hanging up now because I want to go make out with you. Bye.” 

Click. 

You Two Fight 

“Liefje, please.” Max is panicking. 

“It’s the middle of the night and it’s raining. It’s not safe for you to be out right now, I don’t care how mad at me you are.”

It had been stupid, the fight. It had spun out of control too quickly, whipped up out of thin air thanks to too many nights on the road and too little time spent together.  

“Please, for the love of God come back to me.” The tears fall freely now, he’s never seen you this angry. 

He’d neglected you, gambled away the love that you so freely give him without complaint. And now you had walked right out as easily as if you were going to the store. It was just another day to you.  

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. I’ve never raised my voice at you ever, I don’t know what came over me. I…” He shatters around the words. 

“I don’t even know why I was angry anymore.” It was the truth. He didn’t know why he had snapped, why he exchanged soft whispers for barbed shouts, sharp around the edges, filling his mouth with glass. 

“We’ve never fought like this and now your car is gone and it’s one in the morning.” He’s desperate now, breaths coming quick and shallow. 

His vision blurs. Is this what it feels like when you die? 

“Please, baby. I don’t care if you’re still mad at me, you can be mad at me for the rest of your life but I need you to be safe.” The thought of anything happening to you because of his stupid anger had Max swaying beneath the lights of the living room. 

“Please.” 

He begs. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He sobs. 

Click.  

You’re pregnant 

“Liefje. My Wife. Love of my life. I am concerned.” Max sounds slightly scared to be making this phone call. 

“These requests…” He squints at the handwritten list you left for him on the back of an envelope. “Grape jam, not jelly? Pickles? Pistacio ice cream with chocolate ribbons?” 

This list had to be a joke. 

“Are you filming me? Is this going on TikTok?”  He glances around at the store, half expecting to see you hiding in a corner with your phone out. 

What the fuck was a ‘chocolate ribbon’ anyway? 

“Pebble ice? Baby, should we call your doctor in the morning?” 

He knew he was asking for trouble, calling into question the validity of your pregnancy cravings but Max was getting concerned. He’d even called his sister on the way to the store. Victoria had insisted it was normal. 

Max wasn’t convinced. 

“I love you, you are the love of my life and I’d do anything for you, you know that. I just don’t know if I can purchase pickles and ice cream knowing that they’re going to be consumed together.” 

An image of what your pan you might choose to swing at his head if he came back without everything on your list flashes through his mind. 

Max pulled every jar of grape jam off the shelf. 

“I’ll be home in 10.” 

Click. 

You’re in labor 

“Your sister called!” Max’s voice is panicked, out of breath. “She said you’re in labor but didn’t want to bother me in my meeting!” 

“Your contractions are 5 minutes apart and you didn’t think you should call me for that?” The anxiety in his voice creeps in, despite him desperately choking on his tone. 

“Thank God I’m close by but liefje, please!” He heaves a sigh. 

A car door slams. Engine fires up, purring to life.

“You know you can bother me about this.” 

“Oh my God.” A pause. Like the gravity of the situation just hit him square in the jaw. 

“You’re in labor. Like labor labor.” He’s awestruck now.

“We’re going to be parents soon, aren’t we? Are we ready? I mean, I know you’re ready but am I ready?” There isn’t a doubt in his mind that you’re going to be an amazing mom. He’s known that since the day you found out you were pregnant.  

“Holy shit I’m going to be a dad. This is…this is fast.” You’d later tease him that he’d known about this moment for almost nine months now. It wasn’t exactly a surprise.

“Jesus. Okay.” 

Deep breath. 

“I’m just leaving the office and I’m on the way to the hospital now. Are you okay? Why am I asking your voicemail this? Why aren’y you picking up?” 

He’s totally panicking.

“I’ll be there soon. I love you.” 

Click. 

Your Toddler Steals His Phone. 

“MAMAAAAAAA!!” A small toddler-like squeal follows your favorite name you’ve ever been called. 

“Mama I miss you! Where’d you go, Mama?” The question is stilted, the baby still learning how to move his mouth around the proper words. 

“Schatje! Where is my phone?” The question is muffled, like Max is far away. 

Tiny footsteps clatter against the hardwood floor of your Monaco home. 

Peals of giggles and breathless gasps are the only thing you hear in response. 

“Mama save me! Save me from Daddy!” Your little boy giggles, squealing in delight. 

Louder footsteps sound behind your baby, who is surprisingly fast despite his stubby little legs. “You get back here right now!” Max orders, but there’s laughter at the edge of his voice.

This is a game. 

A game neither Max or your baby want to lose. 

“Daddy says he’s going to tickle me if he catches me!” 

Another squeal. 

Giggles. 

One voice high pitched. One lower pitched, your husband finally catching up to the speedy toddler. 

“Give me that. Who are you…oh you managed to call your Mama?” 

A pause. Your toddler nods. “Didn’t want a bath! Mama will rescue me!” 

Max chuckles, prying little fingers off of his phone. “She will not. She’ll say you’re stinky too! You need a bath!” 

“Noooo!” He howls but it’s too late. 

“Sorry, liefje. He’s fine. Bath time is going well! Enjoy your time with your sister! Love you.” 

A pause. 

“Tell Mama you love her.” 

“Save me Mamaaaaaaaa!” 

Click. 

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enhypen -🎀- squirting for them for the first time

ot7xfem!reader - when they make you squirt for the first time

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f), cum eating, overstimulation, slight daddy kink, lmk if i missed smth

alr started writing this when I saw recent similar fics for enha but there’s like a hundred of these here so don’t think that’s an issue

my sunki fics flopped so bad i went back to writing imagines instead of my other drafts LMAO ty for more than 2k views on the last one and for 200+ followers. pls request after reader my post regarding that, i’d love to see and write ur thoughts!! have fun reading 💋 masterlist

HEESEUNG

For Heeseung it’s almost like squirting = marriage.

A new found level of possesiveness awakens in him, basically.

You’re laying flat on your back, legs spread as wide as they can go, and he is plunging three fingers inside you.

His pace is no other than harsh, not an inch of his being is trying to be gentle. To be honest, he doesn’t need to be anyway — that’s just how you like it.

Thank God you were wet, or else those ocassional spits on your clit wouldn’t be able to match the rough bones of his digits carving their well earned place in your fluttering hole. With each quick thrust, the low side of his palm bumps against your little nub, drawing a lovely whimper out of you.

He’s not leaning over your body, doesn’t press comforting kisses on your face or neck. He is sitting on his knees between your two trembling thighs, and watches your cunt gasping for his fingers hungrily.

It’s getting way too sloppy now, creating those nasty almost slurping-like sounds, and it almost makes him want to lean down and bury his mouth in there, but then again, the sight is so pretty for him.

So instead, he stares and he talks. And oh, his way of talking is dirty, all possesive. Speaking of your pussy as it was the most beautiful masterpiece hung up in his favorite museum.

Your hole clenches, tighter and more intensively than normally, and you feel a flood rushing down in your tummy, one that has you curling the tip of your toes backwards, gripping the sheets underneath you like you’re about to fell off a bridge.

You try to warn him in time, you swear. The weakest ‘Hee’ leaves your mouth, a mix of a somewhat scream and moan, and you grab his forearm, but as expected, it doesn’t make him stop, it just encourages him to increase every sensation he’s currently providing. So there’s nothing you can do when a gush of liquid spills out of you, high enough to latch onto his black fitted shirt.

His heart fucking flutters at that, pride swelling up in his chest.

‘You made that big mess for me?’

‘Only I can make you cum like that. I now that’s right.’

‘C’mon, squirt again for me. You know I’m not stopping ‘til you do.”

JAY

His head has been hitting your cervix repeatedly for some time now, his balls slapping against your ass with each stroke, shaft hitting your clit.

Absolutely no thoughts in your head, just dick dick and dick.

It’s almost like every vein was created just to brush your gummy walls with the perfect force he always settles on. He’s curved to fit right into you, and if he wasn’t, well, he carved out his place in there well enough by now.

Feeling full of him has to be the most precious feeling, talking about any of your holes. And his hands are rough, they grip and sink and have completely no restrain when it comes to your body.

It’s a release you don’t even really feel coming (maybe because he already emptied you so many times), it crashes onto you.

Your scream is one the neighbours will give dirty looks about later on, but truly, who cares in the moment? Not like he would have the strength to muffle it, or the attention, he is fixated on you.

On the way your sudden finish spurts all over his cock, his abs, his arms- he goes feral.

‘Oh my god, princess. What’d you do there?’ He laughs in amusement, his movements never stopping, just letting down from the pace.

‘You came all over Daddy’s cock? Without saying a word?’ He’s already back in full force, ignoring your whines and lightly pained whimpers, slamming into you even harder now.

‘I’m sure you can do it on command then, too. Come on, show me.’

JAKE

You already came three times.

Yet, no amount of tugging on his locks would make him lift his head up from between your shaking thighs.

See, Jake is a greedy man. Every time he gives head, he acts like a starved man who is on a strictly ‘pussy for all meals’ diet, and hasn’t eaten for weeks.

One orgasm is nothing to him. It’s like he doesn’t even notice it happened, he keeps going. Goes between munching at your folds and sucking on your clit.

Two orgasms make him hum quietly, like he’s just starting to get the taste of it.

Three? That’s a good number, but still, it’s not enough. If you managed to cum three times already, what’s stopping you from cumming one more?

That’s the logic.

And you would think the upcoming one would be just a tired suffer with minimal semen going into the mix of spit and cum, but it’s something else. He plunges his tongue deep into you, and begin to move it right there, and it almost feels like he’s flicking at your cervix.

You cry out, legs locking his head in space (not like he wasn’t glued there already). You swash right inside his open lips, on his tongue. He grips your thighs harder, and wait until you finish. When he lifts his head up, finally, it’s kinda…full of cum. Like, literally. His chin completely soaked, his nose wet, his eyelids covered too. It’s a sight for sure.

‘Baby…that was so fucking hot.’ He says in awe, blinking up at you. He’s so in love. You smile softly, though your face is going red more and more by the minute. You are still sprawled out, sticky and open, and now you feel a bit sheepish.

‘Can you clean me up, please?’ You mean with a towel. Obviously. That’s what normal people do.

But Jake’s smile turns slow. Dangerous. Still hungry.

He leans in.

You freeze.

‘Jake, wait-‘

But it’s too late. His tongue is already on your inner thigh, licking a slow stripe up to where you’re still dripping.

Then his mouth is on you again. Soft, wet kisses over the mess he made, drinking you down like it’s water after a drought.

You try to squirm away, gasping his name — but he just pins your hips down with a firm hand and grins up at you.

‘I’m just cleaning you up.” — Then, quieter — ‘Gotta take care of my girl, right?’

SUNGHOON

You were getting punished.

So how on earth was it so good?

The way he’s spanking your pussy should have made you cry a long time ago, but instead, it’s just keeps on getting…better? Sure, it hurts, how could it not? A very sensitive area, indeed, probably not made to be spanked, but…

It was the good kind of hurt. The one that kept chasing slick out of your hole after every swing on your clit. Your body is thrown between two different reactions, half squirming away, half desperately chasing the sensation.

No fingers inside, no thumb rubbing your bundle, no tongue stroking your folds — just rough, precise hits.

He is spreading you open with two fingers, but keeps them strictly there, no slipping in between. Only so that he can reach all of you, making sure it hurts enough. Enough that you realize what you have done wrong, refrain from ever doing it again. Enough so that you feel that this pussy belongs to him, and he can do whatever he wants to it.

To his surprise, it’s also enough to make you squirt.

To Fucking squirt.

One minute, he’s spanking your nasty little cunt, and you’re crying to stop, then the next, his pace has to falter, cause a flood of liquid splashes out of it.

He snorts. Not really in amusement.

‘You’re unbelievable, you know that?’ — He looks down at you with a scoff — ‘I’m trying to punish you here, and you enjoy yourself more than normally’

‘It’s just…sensitive’ You sniffle. The hurt now comes in stronger, when you are no longer getting stimulated.

Sunghoon tsk’s and pushes his dirtied digits past your tear-soaked lips. Your face crunches up from the taste, but you do your best to swallow all of it. And that fucker turns that around, too.

‘You really just slurped up all of it? Didn’t leave me anything?’

‘I-I thought-‘

‘I must take another taste, then…’

You cry out the moment his hot tongue makes contact with your red swollen clit.

SUNOO

He’s casually hovering over you, mouth on left nipple, finger rubbing your clit. The suckling and stroking movements are equally hard.

You guys’ve been at it for some time now, lazily making out, most of his energy being put into pleasuring you. You were already on the edge a couple of times but he stopped there and went back into it just to drag it out.

‘Shh, just a little more. You’re not that impatient, right?’

He earns himself an eye roll for that, but only snorts, and pushes you closer.

His bare chest presses against yours, kisses soft and deep, and it’d be romantic even, if you could forget that he’s been edging you for half an hour. He always says it’ll make your release bigger and better, but hasn’t really convinced you yet.

Until now.

Because when he finally settles on the good space, even after feeling your stomach tighten, it doesn’t take you any longer to squirt.

And, the ‘see? told you’ look on his face could not be more smug.

‘Wow. Look who was right?’

‘My new take is that I can make you squirt two times in a row. Wanna find out?’

JUNGWON

Jungwon, to put it simply, is flabbergasted when it happens.

Like, on his tongue?

Around his fingers?

Because of him?

What did he do in his past life to deserve this? Whatever it was he is one lucky mothefucker.

You couldn’t even prepare him or give him a chance to pull away (he would never), since you yourself didn’t expect it at all. The truth is, you’ve never squirted before. Orgasms with a little more force? Producing a little more cum than usual? Sure, those happened, nothing too crazy. But it certainly never splashed onto his face like a fucking cunami, Jungwon thinks.

Poor boy wants nothing but to bury himself there right away, but he's not sure if you'd want that, given that you're still shaking under him. Instead, he strokes your thighs (still around his head), and murmurs,

'That was...good, right?' He asks, voice suddenly shy like he forgot what was he doing in the first place.

'Baby...you just made me squirt into your mouth. It was more than good, trust me.' You say with a weak chuckle.

'I want to taste. Can I?' How could you even say no to that adorable pleading gaze?

'Go ahead, Wonnie. Taste how good you made me feel.'

RIKI

It was just a matter of time before your first squirt after you started having sex, you knew for sure.

Riki's ego didn't need a lift though, and since he never brought it up by himself, you just assumed he either didn't know you were capable of doing it. or he's just content with the usual five orgasms he brings you to every time you guys have sex.

He absolutely knew what he was doing to you every time, but this?

This he did not expect.

You were bouncing on his cock with your best of strength, and he was watching you with a smirk, layed back on his arms, annoying and hot as ever. He wasn't putting in too much effort, but when he did move his hips to meet your thrust, God it reached the most perfect spot without a single miss.

He made a few statements, and those were...

'Your tits are all up in my business. Just how they should be.'

'Fuck, Y/N, this pussy is squeezing me so hard. You were hungry for my cock, weren't you?'

'From this position, I'll come right onto your cervix, You're gonna be dripping so bad...'

With a rather loud cry, cum splashed out of your slick hole with a nasty sound. No thumb circling around your clit, no lips suckling on your nipples, just Riki's cock, raw and hard, all for you to fuck your little cunt on.

Of course he followed you immediatelly.

And of course, he had things to say.

'Oh. So we're squrting now?'

'Why wait a month? Were you shy to show how much you love this cock?' His finger is dipping down into your heat, bringing it to his mouth to taste.

'Riki, I'm sensi-'

'Shh. Let me see. You'll have to do it again now, anyway.'

[fandomlit]

gif cred belongs to @my-fandom-imagine

imagine catching the eyes of the marauders

“your friends seem like fun, remus,” you smiled at the brunette boy, looking over from where you two stood talking to see sirius and james entertaining a group of students in the courtyard with a series of flashy spells and tricks.

“they’re not,” he sighed sarcastically but cracked a smile when you laughed. “i’ll see you later, y/n. thanks for the notes.”

“anytime!” you chuckled as you headed to where your friends awaited you by the lake.

by the time remus reached his own people, the small crowd had dispersed and james was flipping his wand in his hand. “what business d’you have with y/n l/n, moony?”

“why do you ask?” remus coughed, ducking his head as he took his usual spot against the beech tree trunk.

sirius slid next to him, laying out with his head propped in his hand and staring at remus. “because she’s the hottest girl in the castle.” remus rolled his eyes. “oh, come on, you know it! she’s bloody stunning! think you can set me up?”

remus finally turned his gaze to sirius’s hopeful one. “no.”

the boy’s jaw dropped. “what! why?”

“has she got a boyfriend?” james inquired as he popped a chocolate frog into his mouth, sitting on remus’s other side. remus shrugged. “then what’s the problem?”

remus sighed, feeling as though his friends weren’t going to give up easily. he turned a serious gaze to sirius. “she doesn’t deserve to be just another one of your flings.”

as sirius stuttered to find a response, james nodded, “cool. can you send her my way, then?”

remus turned his glare to him. “same goes for you. y/n is much more than just her looks—she deserves someone who recognizes that.” he took out a piece of parchment and his quill. “you two are only looking for a laugh and a shag.”

james held out his hands as sirius continued to sputter for a response. “what if that wasn’t the goal? what if i see that y/n has a right sense of humor and confidence?”

“or that she’s smart beyond any of our class!” sirius finally managed to get out. “and bloody passionate about the things she likes..”

remus spared a glance up after scratching down the start to his potions essay. the two boys were still staring at him expectantly. “i’m sorry, but if you really want a chance with y/n, talk to her yourself.”

james huffed, falling back against the cool spring grass. “you just want her for yourself, moons. you can’t fool me.” remus said nothing, but the two watched a blush creeped up the neck he was determinedly keeping hunched.

“right,” sirius sighed, seeming to resign something internally. “good luck getting her before me, boys.”

“good luck getting her alone at all,” remus snorted. the two relaxed boys snapped their gazes back. “i know that you two struggle to be attentive, so i’m sure you haven’t noticed, but you’re not the only ones pining after y/n.”

sirius propped himself onto his elbows and looked around until he caught sight of you h/c hair shining in the spring sun across the lake. you were laughing, and if he strained he could almost hear that heavenly sound drifting toward him, but unfortunately it was caused by a group of slytherins that had walked up to her and her friends.

“is that snivellus?” james sneered with disgust. “i don’t know this was the new inter-house competition!”

“aw, regulus?” sirius seethed. “my own brother?!”

[b1eedthefreak]

hii, I absolutely love your writing, I'm not used to requesting but I just had this idea and ugggghhh!!!

prison era, merle (or anyone else) teasing daryl after hearing reader moan his name all night, asking how he managed to get with someone like her, and daryl getting very confused because last night he was on watch and didn't see her at all, then he realizes that she were touching herself thinking about him and smut ensues lololol

maybe I'm crazy and this makes no sense I'm sorryyyy love ur blog keep the good work <3

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Sweet Sound

⌇daryl dixon x reader

⌇summary: merle teases daryl after hearing you moaning his name all night. the only problem is, daryl wasn’t with you at all last night

⌇warnings: smut, mentions of masturbation, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering

⌇word count: 1.9k

a/n my rides here! gotta go! (daryl’s my ride) also your request was so much fun to write omg??? feel free to send more your creativity is amazing!

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Daryl didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. Not because he was on watch, though he was, posted up in the guard tower with a rifle and a thermos of weak coffee, but because when the sun started crawling up and the shift changed, Merle came sauntering past with a shit eating grin, cigarette in his teeth.

“Morning, little brother.”

Daryl stiffened at the rasp behind him. He turned to see Merle, leaning against the fence with a shit eating grin and a fresh cigarette in hand. The smirk on his older brother’s face was never a good sign.

“Merle,” Daryl muttered, already sighing.

“You look like hell,” Merle said with a laugh. “That watch last night kick your ass, or did your sweet little girlfriend?”

Daryl rolled his eyes. “What?”

Merle raised a brow, clearly enjoying himself now. “Oh, don’t act coy. I know what I heard.” He leaned in a little. “Was down near the south block. Heard somethin’ real pretty echoin’ through the vents. Thought a walker got in for a sec. Turns out it was just your girl, moanin’ your name like a hymn. Sounded like a damn choir.”

Daryl blinked at Merle, processing. “What’re you sayin’?”

Merle took another drag, grinning around the smoke. “I’m sayin’ she was touchin’ herself, baby brother. Thinkin’ about you, from the sound of it.” He gave a low whistle. “Can’t say I blame her. You been holdin’ out on us. How the hell’d you get a girl like that, huh?”

Daryl’s face was confused.

“I was on watch,” he muttered. “Didn’t even see her last night.”

Merle clapped a hand on his back, hard. “Then she’s got one hell of an imagination.” He let out a bark of laughter. “Shit, Daryl. You better marry that girl. She’s out here singin’ love songs with your name and you don’t even know.”

Daryl muttered a few curses and started walking away, ignoring Merle’s hoots and hollers behind him.

But he’d been on watch all night. He hadn’t even seen you.

Now, half an hour later, he was standing in the open doorway of your cell, his hand still resting on the curtain, hearing the quiet hum of your voice as you folded laundry on the bed. You looked like nothing had happened. Hair pulled up in a little clip, one of his old shirts hanging off your shoulder, bare legs tucked under you as you hummed a soft tune. He almost didn’t want to ask. Almost didn’t want to break the moment.

But he had to know.

“Baby?”

You turned instantly at the sound of his voice, brightening like the sun. “Daryl! I was wondering when you’d get back!”

He stepped in slowly, boots dragging a little as he moved closer. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

You tilted your head, curious.

His eyes watched yours. “That true? What Merle said?”

Your smile faded just a little. “What… what did he say?”

“Said you were sayin’ my name last night.” His voice was low, cautious, like he didn’t want to embarrass you, but the image of it was burning in his head. “Said you were… touchin’ yourself. Real quiet. Sounded like you didn’t want anyone to hear.”

You blinked, stunned still for a second. Then your cheeks went hot, and your eyes darted down to the rumpled pile of clothes on your lap.

Daryl stepped closer.

“Is it true, baby?”

You nodded, barely. Voice small. “I missed you.”

God, that about wrecked him.

“Sweet girl,” he rasped, crouching down in front of you like you were something fragile he didn’t dare touch too hard. “You really wanted me that bad, huh?”

You looked up at him, eyes glassy now, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“I just— I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And it was late, and I was all alone and you weren’t gonna be back until morning and—”

“Shh,” he hushed you softly, cupping your cheek. “You don’t gotta explain, baby. Nothin’ wrong with missin’ me. Just…”

His thumb traced your jaw, breath catching.

“Show me.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

“I wanna see.” He leaned in, whispering like it was something sacred. “Wanna see how you touched yourself. Just like you did last night. I need to know what it looked like. What you sounded like when you were thinkin’ ‘bout me.”

You stared at him, wide eyed, and then nodded slowly, cheeks still pink but your thighs pressing together now. You laid back on the bed, curling your fingers into the hem of your shorts and easing them down your hips.

Daryl stood and reached behind him, pulling the curtain closed in one slow motion. The room felt warmer now. Closer. Safe.

You settled into the sheets, shirt still on, bare beneath, knees parting just enough. You slid your fingers down your belly, breath hitching as you got closer to where you needed it.

Daryl sat down on the edge of the bed, gaze locked on your every movement, and you swore he didn’t blink once. His hands were braced on his knees, jaw clenched tight, the bulge in his jeans impossible to ignore.

You let out a soft sigh as your fingers reached your clit, stroking light circles just like last night, and your eyes fluttered closed.

Then you heard it, Daryl’s voice, hoarse and low. “Eyes on me baby.”

You looked up, mouth parted, breath shaky.

“Tha’s it,” he murmured. “Show me how bad you wanted it.”

You moved your hand slower, more deliberately now, showing him every little tremble, every shift of your hips. The way your thighs flexed, the way your breath caught when you rubbed just a little harder.

“Say my name,” he whispered, fingers tightening around his own thigh. “Like you did last night.”

“Daryl,” you moaned, breathy and desperate. “Fuck…”

He grunted at that, the sound wrecking him from the inside out. “You think about me touchin’ you like that?”

You nodded, barely able to speak.

“You think about my mouth?” he asked, already lowering himself onto the mattress, eyes never leaving yours. “How bad baby?”

“S-so bad. I needed you—”

“You got me now,” he cut in, hands curling around your thighs as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. “Ain’t gonna make you wait.”

He didn’t hesitate. One strong arm wrapped around your thigh, the other hand spreading you open with a care that made you melt, and his mouth was on you before you could even gasp. He moaned into you like it was his first taste of heaven. Slow, deep licks, like he was drinking you in. His tongue dragged through your folds, his lips wrapping around your clit like he’d been dreaming of this every night since the world ended.

You were trembling already, moaning his name over and over, fingers tangling in his hair.

He looked up at you, voice wrecked and full of awe. “You sound so fuckin’ pretty baby. Don’t ever keep that to yourself again.”

And when you came, legs shaking around his head, back arching into his mouth, he didn’t stop. Not until he’d licked you through it, every last drop, every whimper, every gasp.

Then he stood up, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and unbuckled his belt with trembling fingers.

“You’re gonna take me now,” he said, voice rough, “and you’re gonna know exactly what I was doin’ up in that tower last night.”

You blinked up at him, dazed. “What were you doing?”

“Thinkin’ about you. With your hand between your thighs. Moanin’ my name.”

He leaned down, kissed you slow, and then turned you over, pressing your chest to the bed and gripping your hips like they were home.

“I missed you too, sweet girl. Gonna show you just how much.”

He groaned deep in his chest and dragged his fingers through your folds, collecting the mess you’d already made for him. Then he pulled back, unzipped his jeans the rest of the way, and you could hear the rustle of denim, the soft thud of fabric hitting the floor. The bed dipped as he knelt behind you, and then his cock, hot, heavy, pressed between your cheeks, nudging at your entrance.

“Please,” you begged, eyes fluttering shut. “Daryl, I need you.”

That was all he needed to hear.

He slid in slowly, inch by inch, groaning under his breath as your body stretched to take him. You gasped at the fullness, clutching the sheets in your fists, back arching as he buried himself to the hilt. He held still for a second, one hand gripping your hip while the other smoothed down your back, grounding you, letting you adjust.

“Fuuuck baby,” he murmured, voice all gravel and heat. “You feel so good. So damn tight.”

You whimpered something incoherent, and then he started to move.

Slow at first, deep, steady thrusts that made your whole body rock forward. You could feel every drag of him, every inch sliding out and pushing back in. He kept a hand braced at your waist, anchoring you as he fucked into you like he had all the time in the world.

“You missed this?” he rasped, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, breath hot on your neck. “Missed my cock, sweet girl?”

“Y-yes,” you cried out, voice shaking. “Missed you so much—fuck, Daryl—”

“That’s it,” he groaned, speeding up, hips snapping a little harder now. “That’s my girl. You sound so pretty when you moan my name. Don’t keep it in anymore, you hear me? You want somethin’, you come find me. I’ll take care of you.”

His hand slid underneath you, between your thighs again, and two fingers found your clit, rubbing in slow, perfect circles as he kept thrusting.

You cried out, overwhelmed, every nerve lit up.

“Y’close again?” he murmured, voice strained.

“Mhmm—can’t—too much—”

“Shh, you got it. C’mon, baby, gimme one more. Wanna feel you cum around me.”

That was all it took.

You came hard, back arched, legs shaking, mouth open on a silent scream as your body clenched around him. Daryl groaned loud into your shoulder, and a few hard thrusts later, he spilled inside you with a ragged moan of your name, fingers digging into your hips as he emptied himself deep.

He stayed like that for a moment, chest to your back, cock still buried inside you, both of you shaking and spent.

Then he pulled out slowly, carefully, and gently eased you onto your side. He kissed your forehead, your cheek, your jaw. Pulled your body into his chest like you were made for him.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice hoarse but soft, full of reverence. “Don’t care who hears you moanin’ my name. Hell, let ‘em. Wanna world to know you’re mine.”

You smiled through your exhaustion, curling your fingers into his shirt.

“I Love you, Daryl.”

And when you fell asleep, tangled in his arms, the entire prison could’ve burned down around you and it wouldn’t have mattered, because for once, you had everything you needed right there in his arms.

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