#Outcome 3 x reader

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Day 1: I'm So Sorry (Outcome 3)

Angstember Prompt Post || Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: hurt/comfort, violence, wounds, blood. Happy ending.

You had a job to do. It was him or you.

You parachuted in to the remote area of Alaska he occupied. Then came the miles-long hike.

Thankful for the good shape you were in due to your intense training, you made it to his cabin by dusk. Probably stupid to hike to your mark during daylight, but more foolish to hike during frigid darkness.

The cabin was hidden enough, and no smoke billowed from the chimney. He probably froze on the regular just to further hide himself. You'd never met a more stubborn or determined man.

Determined to win you, long ago.

You paused a moment to collect your thoughts and steel yourself. Despite your stealthy efforts, he no doubt already knew you were here.

You didn't make it one step closer to his doorway when a shotgun cocked dramatically behind you.

"I've been waiting for you."

God, it had been so long since you'd heard his voice. But you were trained to be stronger than to melt at the sound of it.

"Whatever you came to do, it's not going to happen. I should kill you for even coming here," he added. The rough anguish in his voice reached deep inside you to stir forgotten yearnings.

Now to accomplish an improbable task: getting him to trust you. It was either win his trust or end his life. And the latter was not an option for you, despite your mission's directive.

"I came here to warn you. To give you a head start," you told him, an unplanned waver shaking your voice.

You thought he would have recognized you before, possibly from behind, or from surveillance. His next action alerted you to the fact that it was your voice that gave you away.

He stalked in determined strides around to face you, mouth open, dark eyes glistening with betrayal. "They sent you?" He never lowered his weapon.

You swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of him after so long apart - the years and the environment making him more ruggedly handsome than you could have imagined: stunning brown skin and inky curls against a curtain of white winter.

"I volunteered," you carefully admitted.

He withdrew, as if stung...wounded. "Why? It could have been anyone else."

Resisting the urge to approach him, you hoped he would listen. "Something's happening. They're...eliminating people. So many. Operation Outcome is being erased. I volunteered for this. To warn you. To get you out."

He shook his head, his stubbled jaw clenching. "Show me your weapons. Slowly."

You nodded, carefully removing several guns and daggers before holding your hands back up in surrender.

With a slight tip of his head, he indicated you should go inside. He motioned for you to take a seat at a creaky wooden kitchen table, securing your wrists before searching you for more weapons. The feel of his hands, even through your snow suit, sent memories flooding through your mind and body.

He found a dagger you neglected to produce outside. The corner of his mouth curled. "You used to keep this one on your right thigh."

That was back when both the dagger and you belonged to him.

He didn't arm himself to interrogate you, but simply leaned against the kitchen counter and folded his arms over his sweater covered chest. In another setting, he would appear almost cozy.

"You said you're here to warn me, but we both know that's not true," he said, regarding you carefully. "So, how far behind you are they? Or did you come to do the job yourself?"

You shook your head adamantly. "I'm here alone. This is my mission." Tugging against your restraints, you groaned. "Look, this is all the help you're going to get. They'll send a drone if I don't report back. They'll kill us both."

"That still doesn't explain why you're here." His eyes traveled up and down the curves of your bound body. "You really needed to see this through, didn't you?"

"I stayed with the company. That doesn't mean I want you dead," you passionately argued. "You're the one who - "

"Shh!" He hissed, extending his arm to hush you. Glancing at his security monitors, he realized a drone had arrived to fire on the cabin. With determined strides, he took your dagger and flicked it through your bonds.

Hauling you out of the chair, he dragged you out the back door, screaming at you to run.

A concussive blast sent your bodies flying, partially deafening you. Your world went black.

You awakened in cold darkness, save for a small, crackling fire. Attempting to talk, it came out as a whimper.

He shushed you, but gently this time. "I didn't know if you would wake up," he confessed, scooting closer to you.

His voice sounded garbled and everything hurt. He brought water to your lips and encouraged you to keep drinking small sips. He offered you a bite of the rabbit he killed, but your stomach roiled in protest.

All you wanted was to sleep.

"I'm pretty sure you have a concussion. You can't go back to sleep. Not all night anyway."

You didn't remember much except that he seemed to keep waking you up and asking you simple questions to check on your concussion. He also coaxed you to drink each time.

Dawn broke and you realized he was asleep with you, holding you. Your body quickly remembered the safety of his embrace and you sank into him gratefully. Even out here in the wilderness, he still smelled so familiar.

You felt physically awful, but marginally more clearheaded. At least enough to notice a scrape marring the side of his beautiful face. His lip was split and there was no telling what else might be wrong underneath his bulky sweater.

Brushing thick, dark curls away from his eyes, you gazed longingly at the man you used to love.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, your head hurting too much to cry. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

His eyes flickered open and he flinched, seeing you so close.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you soothed. “It’s just me. I’m sorry. So sorry.”

You reached for his face. "I couldn't let them kill you."

He managed a weak smile, reaching for the hem of his sweater. With difficulty, he raised the hem of the wool, as well as the thermal shirt underneath to reveal a sizable shard of metal lodged in his abdomen.

"Too late to stop that, I think."

Tears flooded your eyes as you inspected the wound with soft fingertips.

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Kinda busy," he huffed, easing onto his back with a groan, his breath labored.

You needed a hospital. You needed a lot of things. But you just wanted him to live. That was the whole point of you being here. So he would live.

"Busy saving my ass, as usual," you tearfully nodded, yanking off your scarf to tie tightly around his abdomen.

"Don't think that's gonna help, honey."

You swatted his hand away. "You don't get to die on me. Do you hear me?" You grabbed his sweater, twisting desperately. "I'm now unemployed and as much of a fugitive as you are. So you don't get to leave me."

"Why did you come back? Thought you'd never forgive me." His eyes struggled to remain open as his dark curls splayed across stark white snow.

"Please don't leave me." You whispered his name. His real name. The one he told you so long ago, when he had you underneath him, your bodies joined as secrets spilled out.

It was the last thing he heard.

He woke up underneath a shabby, handmade quilt, smelling of mothballs, with you by his bedside.

"Oh thank god," you breathed, blooming to life at the sight of him conscious.

"Where...am I?" He rasped, his throat raw with thirst.

"You're safe," you explained, offering him a sip of water. "I used all my savings to have a very questionable man operate on your stomach. But you'll live." Smiling softly down at him, you brushed his thick curls away from his eyes.

He tried to sit up, but immediately hissed in pain.

"Take it easy," you instructed him gently.

His eyes landed on yours, dark eyebrows arching pleadingly. "So this means you forgive me?"

Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his parched lips. "You left to save my life. And you almost died saving me again." Touching your forehead to his, you whispered his name again. "You're forgiven."

He smiled, relief crinkling the corners of his eyes before he kissed you back.

"Oh, and we're Canadian now, by the way. Gotta lay low...for a long time."

"The rest of our lives?" His eyebrows shot up inquisitively.

"Yeah," you whispered, "the rest of our lives."

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Outcome 3 x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 3: Drinking Game

Summary: Truth or dare?

A/N: Opps, this is basically fluff. Thank you @thexsanctuaryx for saving my butt and beta-ing again!

Warnings: fluff, teasing, drinking, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 649

You take a shot, the whiskey burns your throat. You can’t remember if it’s your fourth or fifth, your tolerance having been consistently burned down during the course of the evening. 

There’s a pleasant buzz at the back of your head.

He chuckles, his dark eyes twinkling. “I can’t believe you didn’t want to answer that one.” 

It’s the first time you’ve seen him so relaxed, without every single muscle tensed, posed and ready to strike.

You pull a face, “I have my reasons.”

“Which are?” Amusement dances in his expression.

You pause then shake your head. “Nope.” 

“That’s unfair.” 

“Is not.” 

He shifts a little closer to you on the floor, pressing his arm against yours, “Is too.”

Outside the wind is howling, the night dark and cold. 

The light from the fire plays across his skin dreamily. 

“I took my shot.” You gesture to yourself. “I’m playing by the rules.”

He tuts playfully, “How is, ‘Are you interested in anyone right now?’ so difficult to answer?”

“You can’t trick me, mister. I’m still not gonna tell you, besides it’s your turn.” 

“Fine.” He gives you an eyebrow raise and then pretends to think. “Truth.”

You pout at him for a second and then grin wickedly. “Are you interested in anyone right now?” 

He snorts.

“See?” You gloat. “Not so chatty now are you?” 

“Yes.” 

“What?” 

“The answer’s yes.” He gives you a smug smile. “Your turn.”

“What?” You splutter. “Who?” 

“It’s your turn.” 

“Hey-”

“Rules are rules,” he nudges your shoulder again, “and it’s your turn.”

You sigh dramatically. “Alright…” You know he’s going to ask something similar again, and again if you say truth until you’re too tipsy not to answer honestly. You swallow. 

Part of you wishes he wasn’t so beautiful, wasn’t so charming. That you weren’t hopelessly head over heels in love with him. 

But he obviously had someone he had eyes on. You tried not to let the disappointment that was tearing at your insides show. 

“Dare.” You finally say. 

“A kiss.” He speaks so softly you think you must have misheard.

“Sorry?” Your voice comes out quieter than you intended, breathless.

“A kiss,” he repeats, leaning closer until he can brush his nose against yours. 

“I…” You don’t know what to do, what to say, your mind racing and also unhelpfully blank. 

He reaches up slowly and lightly touches your cheek in a silky sweet contact. Your skin buzzes, practically hums where his fingers brush against you. 

“A kiss.” He says a third time, barely moving his lips this time as he tilts his head to the side and closes the gap. 

He kisses you softly, gentle and sweet like he doesn’t want to break you, but he groans when your lips move against his. His touch on your cheek grows firmer, his fingers slide down to cradle the back of your neck as he flicks his tongue along your bottom lip. 

This can’t be real, can’t be happening. You’d had too much to drink and passed out on the stupidly plush carpet. 

He hums against you, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding as he licks into your mouth, teasing your tongue with his own. He tastes like the whiskey and that stupid lemon you’d dared him to eat six rounds ago. 

His lips are softer than you expected, but as skilled and firm as you’d daydreamed of.

When he finally pulls back he keeps his eyes closed, a soft lovesick smile on his face. 

You swallow nervously, all words empty from your mind.  

“You can ask me that truth now.” He says softly, his hand still on your neck, tracing soft circles along your skin that makes you shiver deliciously and ache with want. 

“I…who are you interested in?” You finally stammer out, getting lost in his dark eyes. 

He kisses you again, lightly and whispers against your lips. “You, dummy.”

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Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to all the parents out there! In celebration (and because I haven't managed to finish my Baby, Please Santi x Reader one shot), here are a list of my fics with daddy Oscar 😉😘

Sports Day - It’s your daughter’s sports day at school, and Jake decides to take part in the “dad race”. (Jake Lockley x Reader)

Baby, Please - Your dating life had been a range of fleeting moments and one night stands. You thought Santiago Garcia would be no different. (Santiago Garcia x Reader)

Shut up, Kid - You awake to your first Mother’s Day with baby Bateman. (Nathan Bateman x Reader)

Bluey! - Nathan discovers your son’s favourite show. (Nathan Bateman x Reader)

Sick Bug - Silas is ill with a bug. (Nathan Bateman x Reader)

Oscar Isaac Characters as Dads (includes Nathan Bateman, Llewyn Davis, Blue Jones, William Tell, Laurent LeClaire, Basil Stitt, & Outcome 3)

I will eventually post that one shot, I'll make sure of it. Fingers crossed it's today!

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An Outcome 3 and/or Orestes moodboard?

we have so little about his character I did my best </3

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Long Promised Road

Pairing: David (Outcome 3) x GN!reader

Fandom: The Bourne Legacy

Rating: M (Mature)

Word count: 7400

Summary: After more than three years of not knowing what happened to David, you get a chance to reunite with the love of your life.

Warnings: Themes of severe emotional pain and loneliness (Please please don’t read if you fear that you might not be able to cope, even if this means scaring off the only two potential readers for this story!), a grown-up man showing emotions, moments of panic, one superficial physical wound mention (no specific description), some mild swear words, the reader drives a car, lots of angst but there is a hopeful and happy ending!

The story takes place in and around Arizona, but this doesn’t necessarily mean that the reader is American.

A/N: Hiya 🥰 This is my very first attempt at writing a one-shot, which was inspired by the 2021-05-12 prompt for Writer Wednesday organized by the wonderfully amazing @autumnleaves1991-blog

Thank you to the sweet and lovely Ayen, Autumn & Cece for giving David his name <3

Please be aware that I am not a native speaker, so I sincerely apologize in advance for any crimes committed against the beautiful English language!

So hard to answer future's riddle When ahead is seeming so far behind So hard to laugh a child-like giggle When the tears start to torture my mind So hard to shed the life of before To let my soul automatically soar

As you listened to the song on the car radio, driving down the endless roads of America’s Southwest, while the AC utterly failed at brushing the merciless Arizona summer off your face, you could not help but giggle yourself at how much the lyrics of the Beach Boys’ song resonated with your current situation. The giggle was neither child-like, nor was it bitter, it was more like a mirror of a mix of too many emotions fighting to bubble to the surface, leaving you in a state of sheer confusion as you tried to make sense of what lay behind as much as what might lay ahead.

There were no tears, tough. You had stopped crying a long time ago. Three years, two months, three weeks and five days, to be exact. The day after you had seen him for the last time. The day after he had told you that he would have to leave you because it was the only way to keep you safe. The day after you had begged him not to go because you didn’t care that the people responsible for his fate had found out about your love. Because you didn’t care about what they would do to you if they tracked down your identity and because you would have done whatever was necessary to just keep him in your life.

You could still feel the tender touch of his soft hands on your face as he had gently coerced you to look into his eyes that had mirrored your own pain, his breaking voice echoing in your head. 

“I know that I can’t make you promise to forget about me. And I won’t. But… will you promise me that you will at least try to be happy again? Please, Angel, can you… can you do that for me?”

You had tried. You had tried so hard, even if it was just for the fact that you had promised him you would. So you had kept meeting people. Good people, kind people, decent people. But all of them seemed to pale and turn to ashes right in front of your eyes, the moment that even the tiniest memory of him resurfaced in the canyons of your mind.

There was a hole in the shape of him in your life and the more you tried to mend it, the deeper it seemed to burn itself into your heart, your mind, your soul and every aspect of your very existence. Not unlike the Colorado River, the path of which you were currently following. The more layers of sediment were neatly deposited on top to bury whatever lay beneath, the deeper its eroding forces seemed to cut into the ground until they laid bare the heavily jointed bedrock. Full of ragged fault lines, it had been destroyed and restructured by indescribably merciless forces of heat and pressure so often that it was ready to crumble and turn to dust the moment it was brought to the surface.

You had been just about ready to accept that you would have to live with that gaping wound in your heart for the rest of your life when you had received the letter. It had not really said much, just that there had been some developments, that – if you wanted to – you could meet to talk, that he would understand if you did not want to, and it had stated the day and time when he would be waiting for you at the place where you had met for the very first time. You smiled fondly to yourself as you remembered your first meeting as if it had happened yesterday.

Your then significant other had taken you on a vacation that had included an all inclusive visitor experience of the West Rim of the Grand Canyon. In order to take the perfect picture in front of the famous rock formation shaped like an eagle, they had made you pose over and over again, urging you to step closer and closer to the edge of the canyon. Weary of any discussion, you had simply hoped that it would be okay and for a while it had been, until suddenly, it was not and the ground had literally given way beneath your feet.

While people above you had started to scream and activate the cameras on their phones in presumably equal measure, you had clung to a ledge for dear life as your feet had dangled in the air with about six feet to go up and definitely too many feet to go down. You had just started to debate with yourself whether it was actually time to make peace with your maker, when all of a sudden, a curly head had appeared right next to you, telling you in the calmest of voices that he would get you back to safety and all you would have to do was trust him.

The moment you had seen the mixture of kindness, determination, encouragement and calmness in his eyes, your panic had immediately been replaced by a kind of trust you had never felt before in your life. You vaguely remembered strong arms taking hold of you and more soothing words and a lot of clapping and attention by the crowd after that but you would never forget that first look into his unbelievably warm and kind eyes and the moment you had simply known that you would be safe.

Not only had he brushed off the fact that he had literally just saved your life (and risked his own in the process) as if it was nothing, he had also personally made sure that you were okay, whereas your significant other had run off pretty quickly.

As your legs had suddenly forgotten how to work, he had gently guided you to a quiet place in the cool shadow of a Joshua tree to sit down, discreetly checked you over for any sustained injuries and carefully treated some superficial wounds on your arms after checking whether this would be all right with you. He had even got you a fresh bottle of water from a booth in plain view of you so that you would know that he had not tempered with it. Despite the fact that you had been vulnerable and in shock and it would have been more than easy for him to take advantage of that, he had not even tried to make a pass at you once. He had simply kept talking to you in the warmest and most soothing voice you had ever heard until you had stopped shaking. At the slightest sign of you shivering again due to the cooling evening air, he had laid a woolly sweater around your shoulders, which had felt nearly as soft as the tender look in his eyes. Deep down in your heart you had known there and then that you would never ever want to let him go again.

So, if you were honest, your decision had been made before you had even finished reading the letter. Of course you had to go. It wasn’t even a question. Even if the possibility of this being a very elaborate trap had crossed your nightmares more than once. Even if it could mean that they had finally found out about your identity. Even if you could turn up there to discover that they had sent a person to inform you that he was gone. Hell, for all you knew, the biogenetical overlords might finally have decided that love wasn’t a crime after all, and this was his way of introducing you to his spouse, their three children and their dog named Boo. You had no way of knowing what had happened to him during the last three years. The only thing that you knew, the only thing that you could be absolutely sure of, was that if you didn’t do this, you would regret it for the rest of your life.  

Moreover – apart from the fact that nobody else actually knew where you had first met and that the place would be crowded with people making it really hard to pull any kind of stunt – the letter had been signed with his name. The name you had given him. The name nobody else ever used, because to everyone else he was just outcome no. 3. To this day you had not forgotten how his eyes would soften and light up, whenever you had called him by his name.

Like you had the morning after you had spent your first night together. Not only had you just slept all through the night for the first time since you could remember, you had also slumbered way longer than usual as your body had decided that it had finally found the safest place in the world to relax at – the soft embrace of his arms.

When you had started to stir and found your head resting on his chest with your hand on his tummy, you had felt those very same arms gently pulling you closer, before their owner had placed an affectionate kiss on the top of your head. You had started to hum in sweet contentment, when you had caught sight of the alarm clock on the night stand and you had suddenly jerked awake gasping “Shit! Shit! Shit! Why didn’t you wake me?!”

The chuckle that you had heard rumbling in his chest hadn’t just calmed you down instantly, it had also been added immediately to your list of your most favourite sounds in the world. “Because I didn’t have the heart to wake you when you were slumbering so peacefully. And you are way too adorable to look at. Oh, and a good morning to you, too, Angel!” he had grinned down at you with eyes so warm that you probably should have started to worry about the melting of the ice caps at the poles, had you been able to concentrate on anything else but his loving gaze.

“Good morning, David!” you had smiled back at him and the sparkle that had radiated from his eyes had warmed your heart even more. “I love it when you call me that!” he had whispered cradling your head and tenderly caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I’m glad to hear that,” you had answered, “because I don’t intend to ever stop calling you David again.” To put some emphasis on your words, you had turned your head and kissed the palm of his hand before starting to leave lazy kisses on his shoulder and his chest, with each one being followed by another soft whisper of his name.      

As you had gazed up at him again, he had gently smoothed your hair out of your face, before lightly pressing his soft lips to your forehead. When he had started to leave a trail of kisses down your nose, you had kept your head exactly where it was, with your lips just out of his reach, until he had grunted in frustration. “Oh, you are being cheeky again!” he had mock-complained, clearly referring to the night before, when you had accidentally found out how ticklish he was and had taken full advantage of that newly-gained knowledge.

Now, as you had slowly and playfully let your hand wonder down towards a particularly ticklish spot on his belly, he obviously had felt the need to repay you, as he had suddenly grabbed you and turned you over to make you lie on your back making you squeal in surprise. The following tickle attack had made you squeal even louder before your squeaking had turned into laughter and your laughter had turned into hiccups. When you had started to beg for mercy, he had playfully pinned your arms down by your side and leaned over you, bringing his face within inches of yours. “Will you let me kiss you now?” he had asked trying to sound stern with the gleam in his eyes clearly betraying him. “Hm… let me think about that…nonono!”

As he had resumed tickling you even more intensely, your attempts to escape his skilled fingers had become more eager until you had both tumbled out of bed with him coming to lie atop of you. “Oh sh… I didn’t mean to… Angel, are you okay?” The concern in his voice had made your heart swell with so much love, you hadn’t able to stop yourself from immediately pulling him towards you and instead of answering, you had buried your fingers in his curls and pressed your lips on his, moving against him until he had been groaning into your kiss. “Never better… David!” you had smiled up at him when you had finally broken apart.

As he had rested his forehead against yours, the shining sparkles in his eyes had turned into tears but before you had been able to react, he had already pulled you up into his strong arms and warm embrace. As he had held you close with one hand, the other had been cradling the back of your head and the warmth and fondness and care and tenderness that he had put into his kiss had been so overwhelming and all encompassing, you could still feel it to this day.     

“For you were my first love and first love never ever dies…” The car radio snapped you out of your trip down memory lane and pulled you back into the present. Raising your eyebrows you let out an overdramatic sigh, not really knowing whether it was directed at the Walker Brothers or the car. “Seriously, you are just trying to mock me now, aren’t you?”

Before you could dive into a full-blown argument with the radio, however, the West Rim visitor car park at the Grand Canyon came into view and you had to divert all of your concentration to not hitting any of the parking cars as your excitement and anxiety were competing for which would be able to stretch your nerves the furthest. You miraculously managed to scan your admission ticket without breaking the machine and hopped on the shuttle bus that would bring you to Eagle Point, before your legs had a chance to give out. The awe-inspiring beauty of the surrounding landscape, which under different circumstances would have taken your breath away, was completely lost on you as you had to concentrate on remembering how to breathe in general.

Even though you had arrived with nearly an hour to spare, you couldn’t keep yourself from immediately starting to scan the crowds for him, the second you stepped off the bus. It only took a few moments for your heart to start somersaulting as you spotted him between the hordes of tourists taking picture upon picture or fighting for a place in the queue of people waiting to step onto the Skywalk. None of them noticed how you suddenly started to sway as you realized that he was standing in the shadows of the very same tree that the two of you had sat under together all those years ago. You and him. David and you.

To any other observer, he easily might have passed for just another travel blogger or instagram celebrity searching for that spontaneous snapshot which would only take three hours to arrange. Not to you, though. You would have recognized those curls anywhere, even though they seemed to have grown even softer and fluffier since the last time you had laid eyes on them.

Instead of one of his cosy sweaters you had gotten so used to during the short time you had been allowed to spend with him, he was wearing a plain blue t-shirt, which perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and – you were certain despite the fact that his back was currently turned to you – his sturdy chest, which had always felt as if it had been made for you to lean against. You had to steady yourself against some rocks, partly because you were hoping to persuade your body and soul to stop trembling so violently and partly because you were still trying to figure out what exactly the nature of this meeting was supposed to be.

Just as you remembered how to set one foot in front of the other, you saw him turn around. His face was mostly hidden by large and dark sunglasses, leaving him nearly unrecognizable if it hadn’t been for his smile. That smile, which could lighten up even your darkest days and which seemed to shine that much brighter whenever he directed it at you. Exactly like he did now. Despite the sunglasses, you could nearly feel how those gorgeous crinkles would form right next to his eyes. Those beautiful warm brown eyes, which had always been so full of nothing but love and adoration for you, so intense and yet unbelievably soft, never failing to both blow you away and draw you in at the same time. Your memory, however, seemed to pale in comparison to what you now saw in front of you. As he slowly approached you and pushed his glasses up into his curls, the warmth and sincerity radiating from his eyes immediately drove away any anxiety and doubt, which you might have had prior to coming here.

It took every ounce of self-restraint you could muster up to keep yourself from immediately throwing your arms around him and pulling him as close to you as humanly possibly, as he incredulously breathed out your name and slowly brought his hand to your face gently touching your cheek as if to make sure that you were actually real and not just another mirage. “You came!” 

He was so careful, giving you every opportunity to pull away should you wish to do so, while every fibre in your body and soul was screaming at you to launch yourself at him already.

“Please don’t worry, we are not being watched,” he added quickly, obviously eager to put you at ease. “I am so sorry for being so cryptic in the letter, I just… I couldn’t take any chances that might have put you in any kind of danger and… you must have so many questions…”

You started with the most important one, “Can I hug you?” You just couldn’t help yourself. Judging by his reaction, this was not the type of question that he had expected, as he gasped, “Wha… of course, you can!”

There wasn’t the slightest hint of awkwardness as you let him draw you into his embrace burying your face in the crook of his neck. This didn’t feel like hugging an estranged man who you hadn’t seen in more than three years, this simply felt like coming home. His scent was even more comforting than you remembered it and you drank him in like a person dying of thirst in the desert.

The scorching and relentless heat in all of Arizona would not have been able to compete with the warmth that flooded your senses the moment that you melted into his arms. It was not relentless and tiring and deadly. It was all embracing yet never suffocating. Perfectly satisfying and still leaving you craving more. Like a hot stream of lava, only instead of leaving a trace of burning and destruction, it immediately turned the barren deserts of your soul into fertile soil.

“I have missed you,” you mumbled against his softness. This did not even come close to what you actually wanted to say and your inner turmoil of everything that was fighting to bubble to the surface. You could feel his breath hitch, but instead of answering, he just hugged you tighter ever so slightly. Nevertheless, you also noticed how cautious he was, how he trembled wherever your skin came in contact with his, how he seemed to fight to control his breathing, how you could feel his heart beating even faster than yours. Moreover, there were way too many people watching.

So you allowed yourself to cling to him just long enough to convince yourself that he was actually real before letting go. As you relaxed your grip on him, so did he, even though his reluctance to do so wasn’t lost on you.

His hand seemed to find yours automatically and from then on he kept your hand in his as if he was afraid that you would disappear the moment that he would let go. He held your hand as he told you that he had rented a lodge nearby and that you could go there to talk, but only, and only if you wanted to. He held your hand as you walked back to the shuttle bus stop. He held your hand during the whole ride back to the car park. He held your hand as you stepped off the bus and walked to his car. He could barely be persuaded to let go of your hand for long enough for you both to get in the car and for him to sit down behind the wheel.

So you gingerly placed your hand on his arm and gently squeezed it whenever he would glance over to you as if he needed to make sure that you were still there. You kept your hand on his arm, when he told you how he had spent the last three years in a remote cabin in Alaska, when he told you about the drone strike, when he told you in a matter-of-fact voice how he had managed to escape with less than a second to spare before the cabin had been blown to smithereens, when he told you how he had left his radio-frequency identification in the cabin to fake his death, and when he told you that he had spent the last three months in hiding until he could be sure that they had bought it and how he had been trying to find you. You…

You could see how he tried to hide the question burning in his eyes and settle for a more neutral approach, “So how… how have you been?”

“Oh, I am… fine,” you answered knowing perfectly well that you didn’t fool anyone, especially not him.

“And is there… “ he tried again, “I mean, have you…?”

His voice was as soft and gentle as ever, but there really was no soft way of putting this, so you went for the blunt approach, “No, there is no one in my life. I still live alone. I tried to make it work, several times, I really did, but… well, it just never really worked out.��� There it was.

“Oh…”

You couldn’t help but visibly wince when he turned his head revealing his face to you. You did not know what you had expected to find there. Maybe some kind of relief, maybe even a hint of happiness, but certainly not the deep sadness with which he looked at you. “I had hoped…” he started in a small voice, before turning his attention back to the road and clearing his throat, “I really hoped that you would find someone you could be happy with…”

The sudden and sharp pain piercing your heart made you dig your fingers of your free hand into your thigh so hard, it nearly made your eyes water, which was actually the opposite of what you had hoped to achieve. This wonderful and precious man, who was so full of love to give, the kindest-hearted man who had ever stepped into your life, had just returned from three years of exile, forced to live locked away in a cabin at the end of the world without so much as a touch or kind word by another human being. And yet, the first time that he allowed himself to show even the tiniest trace of sadness in front of you, it was out of concern for you.

At that moment, you remembered how to cry. But you couldn’t show any tears, not yet, not here. If you allowed yourself to cry now, he would blame himself for hurting you and you knew that it would break him. If there was anything left in him to break. The thought hit you so hard and so unexpectedly out of nowhere, you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from crying out loud.

You were more than relieved when you finally arrived at the lodge.

He had sworn to himself that he would take it slowly. He had sworn to himself he would not urge you or rush you or ask for anything that you were not ready to give. He had sworn to himself that he would not bombard you with an outburst of emotions that might scare you or drive you away. But the moment that the door of the lodge fell shut, the moment that you were drawn into each others arms again as if driven by an invisible force, shielded from prying eyes, he could sense his resolve melt away.  

The icy prison he had built around his heart had started to thaw the second that he had found you in the crowd today. Those countless layers of biting and bitter cold he had not even realized were there.

Because the moment he had been forced to leave you behind, more than three years ago, he had gone back to being outcome 3. And outcome 3 was not supposed to have feelings. The notion of him experiencing what it felt like to fall in love, let alone learn what it felt like to be loved in return, made him a statistical outlier jeopardizing the success of the whole experimental set-up. 

So he had allowed icy layer upon icy layer to freeze around his heart until he had no longer been able to feel what lay beneath it. He had built a layer so thick that he did not notice how, instead of providing protection, the masses of ice kept grinding in all its brutal force, its sharp edges cutting deep into the tender softness below, as if it was nothing.

He had stopped to feel. This did not mean that he had forgotten, though. It was the gentle memory of you that had kept him sane through those dark and cold and lonely days and nights. And while he had never dared to dream of ever meeting you again, he had still clung to the thought that him staying in exile had been the only way of keeping you safe, of giving you the chance of having a life.

And now you were here. And you were so soft and warm and suddenly so near and real, when a mere two hours ago he had been convinced that he would never see you again. He had expected anything but being embraced by your welcoming arms as if the last three years had never happened. All he had hoped for was a chance to tell you what had been going on, because he would not have been able to bear the thought of you accidentally finding out that he had been killed in an explosion.

He just wanted to talk to you but as he opened his mouth, he suddenly had to gasp for air, as he forgot how to breathe and as he saw you reaching out for him, your eyes full of concern and worry and pain, his ragged breaths turned into heart-wrenching sobs.

The icy glacial landscape of his soul stood no chance against your radiating light and warmth and the melting masses came crashing down the mountainside, sweeping away everything that stood in their path. And the rising flood threatened to drown him.

As the ice thawed, revealing the damage that lay beneath, his violent sobs turned into cries of pain and suddenly he realized that you were no longer there. So he tried to call your name, he was screaming for you but his lungs refused to fill with air. He had to find you, he needed to get you back to safety, he had promised you, he couldn’t allow you to be pulled down with him.

But how could he keep you safe, when he had lost his footing and just kept kicking frantically against the nothingness. Against the vast emptiness that had become his life. He couldn’t see you. He couldn’t find you. And as he plunged into cold and darkness, his cries of pain turned into screams of agony.

He had lost you again.

He almost welcomed the cold and dark that was about to engulf him. It provided a welcome distraction from the emptiness that was about to become his reality once more.

Yet through his tears of despair, as he was about to be submerged beneath the raging waves, he could make out a faint glow in the distance. You were his guiding light, like you had always been. No longer a feeble flickering of a light house on a far away and unreachable shore that he had gotten so used to. Though it was too dark for him too really see, he could sense that you were near. You were there, you were calling for him, you were reaching for him. As the darkness threatened to take him, you found his hand and pulled him towards the light again and again. Over and over, you reminded him how to breathe. Just as he was about to sink, you guided him out of the raging waters and the roaring storm until you had pulled him safely to shore.

“I am right here by your side, my love. I am holding you. You are safe in my arms.” Slowly, your tender words reached through the storm clouds of his tormented soul and guided him back into the present. He could not remember how the two of you had ended up sitting on the floor. Somehow his head had come to rest on your shoulder, while one of your hands gently steadied him against your chest as he could feel your other hand stroking tenderly up and down his back. You were here. You were here and you were so warm. He carefully whispered your name, his voice hoarse and barely audible, “you are here!” - “Yes, my love,“ you assured him, once more, “I am here!” And he knew that he would be safe in your arms.

After a while, you suggested that maybe you should get up from the floor, but his legs seemed to have forgotten how to work. So you helped him up and gently guided him over to the bed to sit down. You got a glass of fresh water for his burning throat and kept talking to him in your soothing voice until he stopped shaking.

“I’m sorry!” he choked out still fighting to find his voice again, “I am so sorry, this wasn’t… this isn’t how our meeting was supposed to go…”

“Oh, Sweetie, no!” you interrupted him gently but firmly. “There is nothing you have to apologize for, David, this… this isn’t your fault!”

“David… “ he repeated slowly as his shaky breath turned into another sob, “I haven’t… nobody has… I forgot…”

He had not heard this name in such a long time and yet here you were, addressing him with his name as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if he was a human being, not another statistical random sample in a cruel lab experiment designed to create the perfect super weapon.

He was so touch starved that he could not help but whimper when you gently brought your loving hand to his face to wipe away his tears. He whimpered even more heartbreakingly when you withdrew your hand upon his reaction. Instead of pulling away, however, your movements just became softer and gentler. Your lips brushed his temple ever so tenderly as you whispered his name again, “David.”

Your next kiss carefully caressed his cheek, “My David.” Then he could feel your impossibly warm lips on his forehead, “My sweet David.” Another kiss brought your soft lips to the corner of his mouth, “My sweet and wonderful David.”

Every single kiss felt like its own confession of your feelings for him. Every loving brush of your warm softness against his skin seemed to take care of another wound on the rugged surface of his torn spirit. Not like a disinfectant burning his sore soul, not like a band aid carelessly thrown on his bleeding heart, but like a soothing balm with no other intention than to heal any cut, any bruise, any trace of pain and grief he had ever suffered in his life. You did not stop until his helpless whimpers had turned into more steady breaths. And when you brought your hand to the side of his face to caress his cheek once more, he automatically leaned into your touch, just like he had used to.

“You are loved, David. You are so loved.”

As he gazed into your eyes and found nothing but gentle warmth and tender fondness and endless adoration in them, his own eyes began to fill with tears once more. Only, this time his tears were not made of pure pain and grief and despair, they stemmed from a heart so overflowing with love for you that it could never be contained in the life of just one human being.

And suddenly the urgent need to hold you washed over him. He just really, really needed to hold you in his arms. Before he could reach out for you, however, you were already there, ready to be pulled towards his chest and towards his heart.

“I love you!” he whispered as he buried his face in your hair and his voice broke again, “I love you so much!”

There was so much more that he wanted to tell you and at the same time there was nothing that he could tell you that he felt you didn’t already know. So you just sat there, melting into each others embrace, listening to your hearts beating for each other, breathing in the scent, drinking in the closeness, bathing in the comforting warmth of each other.

“David?” you asked softly after a while.

“Hmmm?” he hummed against your temple.

“Please don’t leave again?” It was a plea as much as it was a question and he involuntarily pulled you a little closer. He might have found shelter from the storm, but this didn’t mean that it had actually passed. He didn’t want to leave you again. Oh God, of course, he didn’t. If only he could hold you in his arms like this for the rest of his life.

“I’d be okay with that!” you smiled against his chest. He hadn’t even realized that he had said his last thought out loud. As he reluctantly relaxed his embrace to look at you, he found the same dreamy and soft look in your eyes that had warmed his heart on the morning after the first night you had spent in each others arms. He would have done anything to keep you gazing up at him like that, to keep any harm and pain as far away from you as possible. Yet all he seemed to be able to do was cause you pain and grief.

“I have hurt you so much…” he said quietly with his voice beginning to tremble again.

“No, you haven’t!” you answered with gentle conviction. “I meant what I said earlier. None of this was your fault. David, you are the only person in my life who has never ever hurt me.”

Your voice was so soft and tender. So devoid of any judgement of what he was or might become on a research company’s whim. You had never ignored that side of him, you had accepted it, because it was a part of him and yet you had decided that it didn’t define him and that he was so much more. And what did he have to offer you in return?

“You deserve so many things that I will never be able to give you…”

“David… David, there I nothing I need that you haven’t given me already!“

He wished he could believe you. The same way that you seemed to believe it. But all he could do was shake his head, bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as tears began to run down his cheeks again.

“Sweetie,” he heard you saying softly, “you don’t have to hide your tears. Not from me!” It was not like he did not know. He knew you would never judge him and that he would never have to hide a single feeling from you. But the concern and worry, the way how he found his own pain mirrored in your eyes, just tore him apart.

He began to roughly rub at his eyes with his palms, as if the motion could will his tears away. If he could only rub the pain from his own eyes, then maybe he could make it vanish from yours as well. His motions were about to become even more violent, when he felt your soft hands on his own as you carefully took hold of them to guide them away from his eyes and placed a gentle kiss on each of his hands. Not letting go of them, you caressed the back of his hands with the pads of your thumbs before slowly leaning forward and replacing every single tear with the love-filled sensation of your warm lips on his sensitive skin.

As he allowed himself to lean into your tenderness, his tears began to flow even more heavily. Never before in his life had he felt so vulnerable and at the same time taken care of so well. You carried his fragile heart in your hands. Its torn softness lay bare before you and the slightest absent-minded movement could cause irreparable damage. He had never meant to put this kind of burden on you. Yet you were so gentle, so careful, so patient, so understanding. Never pushing him and never ever asking for anything in return.

As you cradled the back of his head and gently guided him to come to rest against your chest again, he put his arms around you hugging you tight. His sobs subsided to the rhythm of your hands tenderly smoothing over his hair. Nobody had ever let him lean on them the way that you did. And he wished for nothing more than to be able to give you something in return. To be there for you the same way that you had been for him.

“You deserve someone who isn’t broken. Someone who can be strong for you!” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Oh, Sweetie…” Hugging him even tighter, you placed a soft kiss on his temple before continuing, “Not being okay doesn’t make you any less strong or brave. It just makes you human!”

“But I should… I should have been the one taking care of you this time.”

“David, you have! You spent the last three years in exile to keep me safe!”

He had never phrased it like that. He had never told you that this was part of the deal he had had to agree to. Looking up again, he began to shake his head vigorously. “Nonono, please… please, don’t… don’t make it sound as if you should feel guilty, as if you owe me anything…”

“Oh, but I do,” you gently interrupted him, “I owe you so much. My life, for instance.”

Your eyes were so full of warmth and sincerity. And your unwavering trust in him. A trust so unshakable that it would be capable to wash away the doubts that he might have had in himself. But he had sworn to himself to never ever put you in danger again.

Closing his eyes for moment, he took a shaky breath.

“I promised to keep you safe.”

“And you did!” you answered without missing a beat.

“No, Angel, please! Please listen.” His voice took on a desperate tone. “You see, I can’t… I cannot guarantee… I have no idea what’s going to happen now that I am no longer taking my chems… what this is going to do to me and my body or my brain and…”

What kind of monster he might turn into. Even though he didn’t say it out loud, he caught the briefest flicker of pain in your eyes, before your gaze softened and you stated firmly, “Whatever is going to happen, I will be there with you!”

Despite the determination in your voice, the way you looked at him seemed to become even warmer than before. But what right did he have to claim that warmth of yours, no matter how freely you were offering it to him?

“I cannot ask that of you, my love!”

“You don’t have to!”

Your eyes began to glisten with tears while you obviously fought to keep your voice steady. “You don’t have to go through this alone!”

He tried to concentrate on the softness in your eyes which seemed to try to convince him that he wasn’t responsible for your tears. Yet despite their endless tenderness, they weren’t able to drown out the voices that kept screaming at him for making you cry.

“I just couldn’t … I couldn’t bear to see you hurt again,” he whispered weakly.

“Nothing could hurt me more than not spending my life beside you.”

He couldn’t help but begin to slowly shake his head. “I don’t deserve…”

“No, shhhh!” Cupping his cheek, you gently made him turn his face until he looked at you again.

“You deserve to be happy, David. You deserve to be loved.”

He wanted to believe you. So badly. “Angel, when… when you look at me like that, I can… I can almost believe it myself.”

“Hey…” Still holding his cheeks, you tenderly caressed them with your thumbs. “Hey. It’s okay if you aren’t there yet. Because wherever ’there’ might be, we can go there together.”

Smoothing the curls from his forehead, you left a soft kiss there, as if putting emphasis on your words, before resting your forehead against his and smiling, “Till the end of the road. And beyond.” And he knew that your warmth and fondness and care and tenderness would warm his heart and soul forever.

“You said you had hoped that I would find someone to be happy with, David. And I have found him!”

And finally, he allowed his mind to catch up with what his heart had known all along. Because this time he knew. He knew that he would never ever want to let you go again.

Thank you so much for reading :) Please remember that you are loved <3

[l0vergirls]

imagine jason comforting you, with his fingers carding through your hair and a secure arm around you, as you lean on his chest, finding comfort in his steady heartbeat.

he'd pepper kisses on the crown of your head and when he senses that you're getting lost in your thoughts again, it's okay, he murmurs, i'm here.

it's enough to ground you back to reality, reminding yourself that it's over, you're okay, and you're back in the loving arms of your partner.

you move around to face jason, yet you don't meet his eyes. instead, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. you feel his hold on you tighten the slightest bit, his entire being radiating warmth.

he knows you don't want to talk about it now, he's been the same way— he still is the same way whenever he's in your position,

so he holds you close, hoping you can feel what words cannot convey,

i love you, i'm here for you.

[ivystoryweaver]

@lunar-ghoulie4art @lunar-ghoulie his HANSOME SMUG FACE

his hands and that signature hairrrrr i want to gobble him

This lil story is so clever, i love it!

hey @reallyrallyauthor, he is reading the serial killer novel from your story Murder Story and ask, @angel-of-the-moons

Recent Drabble #1, enabled encouraged by @lunar-ghoulie and her incredible artwork

She’s been sent on a mission for Outcome-3, and her plan just isn’t working.

A.N: Ovulation is a crazy thing ain’t it 🤪

Themes: attempted seduction, momentary flashing

She picked her way carefully through the snow laden woods and whipping wind. Her ears strained for any noises besides the howling through the trees that’d indicate she wasn’t alone but to no avail. Eventually she finally found her target, a singular dark cabin, with a light smoke emanating from its chimney. He’s already here…

Her mission was simple, Outcome-3 had disobeyed orders and needed to be debriefed and eliminated. She didn’t ask the reason, truly it didn’t matter and she wouldn’t have been given one any way. She was given his weakness though, sex.

Her target had been known for sleeping with assets unnecessarily and being easily distracted with women, despite their training. Honestly she didn’t know how he hadn’t been weeded out of the program to begin with if he had a propensity for distraction. With the Intel that he’s been alone on this mountain for weeks, should be easy enough.

She cursed to herself silently as she approached. She had to adjust her strategy with him already here. He’d never be dumb enough to believe the old “civilian damsel in distress because she wandered too far in the woods” routine… but maybe, a sprinkle of honesty may do her mission good.

She took a deep breath as she reached the wooded edge and pulled out her knife. She muttered a silent prayer, pulled up the hem of her cotton underwear and cut each side, wiggling out of them while keeping her other layers on, step one done. She burried the scrap of fabric in the snow. Step two would not be as easy. She took a deep breath, relaxed herself, and cut swiftly into her thigh.

Careful to angle the blade to miss any major arteries but enough that she’d need stitching up.

“Please.” She huffed “I - I need -“ her knees buckled. His hand was lighting fast as he grabbed her arm, gun still steady on her in the other. “- help.” She controlled her breathing to come out more as a sigh.

“Get in.” He pulled her in, shoving her on the ragged couch next to the door and slamming it shut. “Who sent you.” He clipped as he bolted the door shut.

“Same as you - my mission -“ she lulled her head back a moment “another agent tried to -“ she slumped further feigning that her consciousness was slipping.

“None of that, wake up.” He tucked his gun into his waistband and patted the side of her face. She kept her gaze heavy and even crossed her eyes a bit before going completely limp. “Fuck.”

He acted quickly, attempting to assess the wound but the multiple layers of her pants and longjohns made it difficult “fuck it,” he grumbled, quickly undoing her pants and yanking them down. “Shit.”

It took everything in her not to smirk, take a good look.

Barely a second passed from his words before he pressed a blanket onto the wound to stop the bleeding. The sudden shock of pain caught her off guard and she jolted up with a groan.

“Goddamnit.” She ground out before flopping back onto the couch.

“Sit still.” He snapped.

She lay there, trying to look unfocused while she assessed his posture, body language, even where he was looking. Everything showing he was focused on the task at hand. Damn…

She groaned in exaggerated pain and spread a little wider. Just a glimmer of distraction, c’mon.

But despite her attempts, he remained focused, packed and bandaged the wound, and by the end of it had pulled her pants back up and peppered her with questions.

She recited her carefully prepared script, adding some stammering and pauses along the way. And by the end of it all it was the wee hours of the morning and he’d relaxed a bit.

“Satisfied enough for sleep?” She feigned weakly. “It’s freezing - and there’s only one bed.” She glanced over at the low fire. “We could… share warmth?”

His gaze flickered over her as he stood. He looked over to the bed, then back to her. Getting up stiffly and adjusting the sheet. “Fine.” He huffed.

She stood, pushing down the inner triumph she felt before he tossed a blanket and pillow in her direction. “You take the blanket and couch. G’night.” He laid across the bare fitted sheet and closed his eyes.

What the- okay well, HQ was wrong about how easy this should be… it’d take more than flashing him and playing weak to get his attention. And the blizzard showed no signs of letting up…

[whinesandwhimpers]

reader who doesnt stay exclusive with one person. right now, you're dating four guys, all similar in some ways but also different and just...perfect. They all dont mind that you're dating other guys.

If only you knew they're all teammates together.

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 1 <3

Oikawa & Titfucking

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,2 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"C'mon, you need to try a bit harder, beautiful," he taunts you, his voice sweet like honey, like a soft caress on your skin.

"Can I please touch you? Please, Tooru, I need you," you try to coerce him into giving into you, but he still smiles at you pitifully, not showing the slightest attempt to let your wrists go. "I don't think that was convincing enough. Maybe I just need to make you wait a little longer."

A hiccup gets stuck in your throat and you wiggle in the tight grip of his hand while his teeth graze against the shell of your ear. "How about this? You get to touch me, and I get to fuck these pretty tits of yours? Does that sound good?" His free hand gently traces the outline of your exposed chest, and a shiver runs down your spine at the small action. Your back arches, your chest pressing tightly against his bare one, and you nod frantically, hoping to ease him into giving you more- and he finally releases your wrists, his hands softly caressing your cheek and your arms before he moves both hands down to your exposed chest. You gasp when his thumb caresses your nipples, the bubs hardening under his skillful fingers, his touch soft, yet with just the right amount of pressure to have airy breaths escape your lips.

"You can touch me wherever you want, pretty girl." The kind smile never leaves his face as he cups your tits and presses them together, making sure to "accidentally" brush his fingers over your nipples a few times again, his eyes taking in every single one of your reactions, reveling in the way your breath stocks for a second. "Sensitive here, beautiful?" At this point you think it's impossible for Oikawa to address you without a sweet nickname, and all of them seem to directly reach to your core and make your heart flutter even more.

His adjusts his position, making sure that his weight is not crushing you, but still pinning you to the bed before he finally lines up his cock at your tits. You let your now freed hands wander to his thighs, that seem even more muscular and defined ever since the Argentinian sun has shown its effect on him. The lean muscles tense under your fingers, and your breath stocks for a second when he suddenly spits down on one hand and languidly strokes his cock, right in front of your face, coating your chest with a bit of his saliva too.

You roam your hands to his abdomen, feeling him flexing at your touch, a deep breath leaving his lips, as he visibly gulps and focuses on your face while he strokes his cock. "Please, Tooru- fuck my tits, and then fuck me, please-" you whine, your hands wandering to his chest and feeling his heart pounding under your fingertips. You pause when he suddenly releases his cock, his expression changing from relaxed and understanding to determined and greedy for the first time, and he abruptly catches your wrists on his chest to bring them down to your tits. You get the hint and cup them, and he nods approvingly at the lewd sight of you, bare under him, your hands cupping your tits and your thighs clenching together, your needy and desperate expression making his breath stock for a second. He caresses your cheek gently one last time before he presses his cock against your tits, that are now dripping and glistening with his spit, one of his hands guiding the tip between them.

A low "fuuuuck" leaves his lips as he starts to buck his hips and fuck your tits, the tip of his cock hitting you chin every now and then when he thrusts his hips extra hard. Groans and whimpers leave his lips as he starts to pick up his pace, and the sounds turn you on even further, his desperate groans making the wetness pool between your legs. His eyes constantly move between your face and the way his cock moves between your tits, eager to see all of your reactions, and you blush feverishly under his intense gaze. You press your tits even further together and loll out your tongue, trying to get a taste of him whenever he thrusts hard enough, and his jaw drops at the sight- the sight of his beautiful wife begging for more. "More Tooru, use me, please-" his pace gets even faster at your words, his hips now feverishly bucking against your body as he chases his high, both of you knowing that he will finish soon. One of his hands comes to rest on your shoulder, while the other grasps the sheets, the muscles on his arms straining from the pressure, and the desperation is clear in his eyes as he fucks you with no restrain. The sheer force has your toes curing and your body aching for more- more of him. "Fuck- just like that- I'll-" broken words escape his lips, his teeth digging into his lower lip while you moan his name and lick the tip of his cock whenever you get the chance to, drool now coating your chin and dripping down to your neck. The sound of his cock fucking your wet tits is lewd enough to bring even heat to your cheeks, and you squirm under him, your walls clenching at the thought of him fucking you like this next.

You feel him tense and see how his muscles pop out when he finally cums, coating your chin and your chest in white, the feeling of it so lewd and so dirty, yet so forbidden good. You can see how he turns even more feral at the sight, his hips bucking one last time, his balls loudly smacking against the fat of your tits before his body loses all tension. He takes a few deep breaths, his brown eyes fixed on the mess he made on your chest, barely able to look away from it. "Fuck, you look so hot like that, love." His eyes roam to your face and you suppress the urge to turn away- because the intensity of his stare makes shivers run down your spine. He notices the shift in your face and he is quick to bring his hand to your chin to turn your face to him and to lean down to connect your lips with his. "I love you. You're my everything." The soft caress of his lips makes you almost explode from love but also from the aching need between your legs that he still needs to tend to. You're pretty sure that he notices the way you rub your legs together, at this point begging for any friction to ease to your needs- and Oikawa knows exactly what you need.

A mischievous smile sports his lips when he pulls back, and his thumb collects some of his cum on your chin and brings it to your mouth, forcing your tongue down and making you swallow the liquid.

"C'mon now, pretty girl. Show me how ready you are for me. Spread those legs for me, and I'll make you feel really good."

[tojiscrack]

the dancing scene in the most recent chapter of liar, liar, MEGUMI BLUSHING FOR THE SECOND TIME AS HIS HANDS COLLIDE WITH HER WAIST, i’m crying so much rn. i have NO ONE to speak to about this fic, maybe it’s my period but i can’t get enough of them.

i don’t want them to go through angst, i just want it all to be fluff fluff fluff y’alllll. someone needs to make a fanclub or SOMETHING because it’s killing me how i have no one to speak to about this 😭😭😭

‘liar, liar’ masterlist here:

ik this message was sent in as early as yesterday, but i’ve been out all day and i’ve finally got the time to respond to it. apologies if i’ve left you waiting ☹️💓

i wanna start off by saying you’re literally the sweetest person to ever grace this planet. as i write this slice of life rom-com, i was hoping for the rom part of this com would take over in that scene, and if it’s got you squealing and giggling, ik my mission’s been accomplished 😇

“i have NO ONE to speak to about this fic” — YOU HAVE ME!!! 😤

message me, send me your theories, comment, like, reblog your thoughts, SPAM ME IF YOU MUST, i encourage all of it 😩 !!! i want to see long and juicy comments. small ones are amazing too, but ofc, the more, the merrier! it’s the best part about writing — and it helps me piece out what you like and don’t like so i can make this ride as enjoyable as ever 😗

you beautiful anon, this is the fan club. it’s a small little family of liars we have rn, but still a family nonetheless. don’t forget that 🥹 it does seem like a wonderful idea to talk about ur theories with each other so i can just spectate and laugh to myself about it all, but if you’re shy, you always have me, the writer, who will always respond to ur silly comments and goofy thoughts 🩷🩷🩷

[ivystoryweaver]

🌿IvyStoryUpdates Aug. 1 - here's the rest of 2024!

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🔥 When You Come Back Home Santiago Garcia (July 14)

Still With You - a With You standalone sequel one shot Moon Boys (July 21) - can be read on its on

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This month I am going to focus almost exclusively on ASKS. I have lots to work on but you can still send some!

🌙 “Can’t Stand It” Marc Spector POSTED

📚 Professor!Steven Grant x Professor!Reader for nonnie

🤖 Your Father’s Rival!Nathan Bateman POSTED

🧤 Jake Lockley Oblivious Alters Headcanons, a Steven Grant Oblivious Roommate Headcanons bonus chapter for @missdictatorme

👔 “Let Me” Soft dom!Jake Lockley x curvy!reader for @ladywynne - yes, a tie is involved

And more!

🍂 SEPTEMBER:

Writing a few things for Angstember, but I’m not doing 30 days of it. Maybe 4-8?

So far, I have angsty fics for Shiv, Outcome 3 and Anselm Vogelweide

Feel free to share or save the prompts!

🎃 OCTOBER:

Gonna dabble in @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction's Kinktober 2024 for a few days

By Halloween, I will complete my spooky MK fic 👻 Spectre 👻

NOVEMBER aka Poevember:

🪽Completion of my Poe story The Only One

🌳 Finish my abandoned Life Day Poe one shot "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year"

🚀 New "Poe crash lands to Earth" story that I've been talking about for months

"Just for an Hour" - The war is over but your best friend Poe still feels like the fate of everyone rests on his shoulders. You lure him to a swimming hole, trying to get his mind off of his responsibilities...only to find his mind is fixed on you.

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DECEMBER:

Who knows but if Perfect Fit isn't done by then, idek

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[winniethewife]

LET IT SNOW AND OUTCOME 3 PLEASEEEEEEE

Anything for Queen Mushi <3

But the fire is so delightful

(Outcome 3 x Reader)

Prompt: “Let it Snow” – Outcome 3

Words:359

The snow had been coming down for days, with no sign of stopping, but that wasn’t uncommon for this part of Alaska. He came in the door of the cabin and shook off the snow, noticing you sitting by the fireplace with a book in hand, bundled up under several blankets and one of his warm soft sweaters. You look up as you heard the door close behind him a smile on your face.

“Is it still coming down out there?” You ask as you reach for your bookmark you had set aside.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’ll let up for a while yet.” He replied as he hung up his coat, starting the delayering process, as you called it. You slid your bookmark in place, and moved to stand up but he objected, making a disapproving sound.  

“Stay There. Rather come join you where it’s warm then have you come over here where it’s cold and damp.” He said gruffly, giving you a look over his shoulder, he smiles as he makes sure you listen to what he says. You chuckle and returned to the comfort of the blanket nest. After a taking a moment to pull off his boots, hats and gloves before heading over to join her in front of the fire.

“Hey there Stranger.” You hum contently as you curl up next to him. He sighed deeply and put an arm around you, he was still surprisingly warm despite having just been out in the cold, the only noticeable exception being the tips of his fingers as his hands hold yours.

“Hey you. How goes the book?” He asked as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You smile and begin to tell him what had happened in the book since he had left earlier in the day, he pulls you in closer, resting his head on the top of your head as he listened closely, asking questions and nodding along as you spoke. As long as you were here, as long as he could stay like this, It could snow for the rest of his life. He was happy like this.

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A/n: there are still slots open for this event!

Taglist: : @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial

[hoedamn-eron]

@soulreader05 @ominoose Yaaaaaaas share your ideas, please!

Llewyn, Outcome 3, and William, let’s do it! (I haven't seen Llewyn Davis or Bourne Legacy yet so I'll try my best!)

tw for abortions again, and fears of abandonment/being a mostly single parent.

Llewyn Davis

Ahhhh girl dad

Absolutely, definitely did NOT mean to get you pregnant

You weren’t even together

He’s just a friend who sleeps on your couch (and in your bed) sometimes

You didn’t even see him for weeks after you found out you were pregnant

He just randomly turned up at your place again asking to stay the night

After a hot meal and an equally hot shower was when you gave him the news

You both argued, he wants you to get rid of it, and he ended up storming out

He didn't want a kid and he was pissed off that this had happened again

Again, you didn’t see him for a long time

I can see you bumping into him like months later when you’re like on the verge of giving birth

And he sees what an idiot he’s been and tells you he’s ready to step up

You give him some choice words, of course you do, but eventually you tell him that it’s his kid

You want him to be involved, for your kid to know their dad

He sheepishly just nods at you

You go into labour probably a few weeks after that

Unfortunately Llewyn cannot be found because you don't know which couch he's surfing on that week

So you have your baby alone and go home alone

He does turn up a few days later, with flowers and a pack of baby grows

Jean had told him you'd had the baby

You're pissed off, obviously, but you let him in to meet his daughter

I reckon her name would be something like Julia, or Juliet, something romantic

Llewyn is smitten

Asks to hold her, looking at you with those sad brown eyes that you melt for every time

Obviously you let him, this is his daughter

He's so gentle with her

He barely moves as he sits on the couch with her, just looking at your daughter with wonder

He makes a comment about how tiny she is

Your anger melts away and you wish you had a camera to capture the moment forever

He promises then that he'll be around more this time

And he is!

He stops by your place every day to help out with the baby as much as he can before he has to disappear to whichever venue he was performing at

He was back later that night at your place to help out all over again

I don't see you ever really getting together, but Llewyn doesn't exactly see anyone else 👀

(you'll work on it)

He sings to your daughter all the time

It calms her when she's upset

She just stares at him with a frown every time he sings

Then when she gets older, she sings along

He even teaches her a few chords, but she just strums and giggles at the noise

With what little money he makes, it all mostly goes to you and your daughter

And sometimes, if he has a little extra, takes her on daddy-daughter dates to a cafe

He treats her to cake

(sometimes when she wants something a little more expensive, he feels bad when he has to tell her no)

He'd like to spoil her but he just doesn't have the means to

You have to explain it to her when she asks you that sometimes her daddy tries his best but doesn't always have the money he wants for her

She gets a little sad but more so that her dad wants to get her things but can't

But overall she's just happy to see him when she can

Llewyn likes to take her to school in the mornings

He watches you brush her hair and put it into pigtails in the mornings

You always catch him watching you with a soft smile on his face

Holds her hand as they walk through the streets

They mostly talk about you, and how much they both love you

She asks if Llewyn wants to marry you

And he admits one day he would like to

"but that's our secret okay?"

he waves her off at the school gates

Sometimes takes you and her to one of his gigs if it's early enough in the night

And dedicates his songs to you and her, a smile on his face

(Okay maybe you do end up together in the end)

Outcome 3

This one's a toughy

I feel like this one will go either way too

My heart is also leaning towards girl dad

(It's the jumper)

I feel like your romance with Outcome 3 was a whirlwind

For one, he never gives you his name

You did not plan on getting pregnant

But you were happy that you were, you loved kids

Outcome was another story

He didn't really react when you told him

It was a bit unnerving

Eventually he told you it was a bad idea and you should get rid of it

You argued and he left

You didn't hear from him for a long time

Like all through your pregnancy, well past the birth, it wasn't until your daughter was nearly a year old that he turns up again

He's frantic, he's on the run, he needs to hide

You accept him into your home quickly, not even thinking about what was happening, you were just scared by the panic on his face

You started spouting question after question at him asking where he's been, what's going on, who's he on the run from

but he's just stood in your living room, staring at your daughter who is surfing along the couch on unsteady feet

You tell him her name, which I think would be something really simple and modern, like Ines, Eden, Lux

He just keeps staring at her

Honestly you think he probably forgot you were pregnant, he'd been gone so long

But he just slowly sits on the floor, watching her

Your daughter watches him with uncertain eyes for a moment before she giggles and runs away from him

He was gone after that

When your daughter is in bed, you really lay into him for leaving

He just takes your verbal beating and agrees with you

That he wasn't fair to you

And honestly, he was only here to lay low, but now he's seen his daughter, he wants to make up for lost time

He's never had stability in his life, he'd like to start that now, for him and his daughter

It takes you a while to warm back up to him but you're not going to stop him from seeing his daughter

(and you've come to accept you're never going to get an answer from him about where he's been)

He'd already missed out on so much

Can't leave the house much at the moment so tries to bond with his daughter with the limited stuff in the house

Reads a lot to her, but she mostly climbs all over him

(it doesn't phase him, he just continues reading)

Plays educational and sensory games with her, and does lots of crafts

Your fridge is full of pictures they've made together

You're daughter is obsessed with hide and seek

And Outcome is always happy to play

But your daughter is so good at hiding, he actually loses her

He panics thinking she's got out and she's gone forever

You laugh at him and tell him to check the cupboard under the sink

(you'd learned in the past to move the dangerous cleaning chemicals after you made the same mistake a while ago)

Sometimes likes to help you out in the morning and dresses her as best as he can

Strangely he has a good sense of style

Eventually, he has his connections create a completely new identity for him

And he can leave the house a little more

His favourite thing is to take your daughter to the park

He follows her around cautiously, scared she's going to trip and hurt herself

She's just a constant ball of energy and it's the only place she can tire herself out

This does not change as she gets older

You and Outcome (now legally Michael) sign her up for kids soccer

He loves going to her games and cheering her on from the sidelines

She always screams if he saw her whenever she kicked the ball or even scored

He always shouted back how good of a job she was doing

Has the other moms swooning

Much the delight of the other dads

You feel like you need to mark your territory

Outcome finds it funny

Because even after all this time, you still haven't had the talk about what you were

(even though he's been living in your house and sleeping in your bed for years now)

(you're a couple, let's be real)

William Tell

boy dad

are you kidding me?

other than Nathan, he is the boyest of boy dads

Like with Llewyn, your relationship was casual

Like if he was in the area, he'd call you up

Anyway, you ended up pregnant after his most recent visit

Obviously wasn't planned and you truthfully thought about getting rid of it

You were alone, really, you didn't think you were ready

So you called him, and told him the news as soon as he picked up the phone

He was silent before he said "Oh."

He asked you what you wanted to do, because he wasn't ever going to be around, so it'll be harder on you than it was on him

You told him you were thinking of getting rid of it

He said okay, he'd send money if you needed it

But after a few more weeks, you decided you were ready to be a mother

You had a decent place and a good job and yes it would be scary to do it on your own, but you're confident you'll be able to do it

(you're lying you're scared shitless to do it on your own)

William had kept in contact more often the last few weeks since you told him about the baby

So it wasn't hard for you to let him know you were keeping it

He was okay with it

Again, just warned you he wouldn't be around

Which you were not okay with

You were a badass single mom

You kept William updated, sending pictures of ultrasounds and health updates

You found out you were having a boy and immediately told him

He sounded happy about it, from what you could tell

You told him when you were in labour, and I feel like he would show up

Maybe not in time to see his son be born, but still, he turned up with a gift bag with baby clothes and a stuffed bear

He was uncharacteristically nervous walking into the hospital room

And even more nervous to pick up his son

You'd discuss a name with him then

Something like Theodore, Alexander, Oliver

You let William have his moment with his son but he eventually told you he couldn't be as around as you want him to be

"he doesn't work that way"

You'd accepted it long ago

He leaves a few days after you're all settled at home

You updated him as often as you could and William never failed to Facetime every night to see his son

When he's a little older, William starts showing up more

William wants to right the wrongs made by being a better dad

So he does

Takes his son out on walks in the stroller as you take some time for yourself

Just talks to him about the places he's been and the people he's met

(skips out the whole...military part and prison)

Buys your son so many toys and clothes, you don't know what to do with them all

You tell William that there is just not enough room, and he'll grow out of them before he gets to wear them and it's a waste of money

William just shrugged at you

When your son is older, he tries to teach him card tricks

But your son just likes watching William shuffle the cards

And you scolded him for teaching your 3 year old how to play poker

Willam just gave you a smirk

William still travels away and it makes your son sad when he does

But like before, Facetimes every night at bedtime and they read a story together

William calls you after your kid is asleep just to talk about your day

you usually fall asleep on the phone a few hours later

Similar to Llewyn, William likes to pick his son up from school, to surprise him

Tells you in advance he's going to show up

Your son loves it, always comes sprinting out of the school and into his dads arms

The moms all have a crush on him, since he's so elusive and a silver fox

They wonder where you've been hiding him and he's a regular talking point at the PTA meetings

Your son is essentially set for life

William sends you money every month but he also has a savings account for the kid that's already nearing half a mil

He doesn't tell you about it

Just encourages his son to do well in school and go on to be a better man than he ever was

You already think that William is a better man

listen okay

been thinking about Oscar's characters and what they're like as dads

Spoke very briefly with @writefightandflightclub about this, months ago (can't even find the post it was that long ago - I'll link it later if I do)

Poe Dameron is a girl dad

Santiago Garcia is a girl dad (see here)

Steven Grant is a girl dad

And Marc Spector and Jake Lockley

(Jake especially)

But Nathan Bateman

Nathan Bateman oozes boy dad

Because, right:

Nathan created Ava and has the mindset that girls are scary

(And Luna pointed out that he'd be wary after that having a girl after 'the incident' and I agree)

Seems like the kind of guy to say 'first time, guaranteed' after sex, when you both agree to start trying

(he was right, it was)

(you still don't know how he did it)

Anyways, you both have a boy

He needed to find out at your anomaly scan because he hasn't been able to control one single thing during this pregnancy and he hates it

So he voted he found out the gender

Makes you put on classical music for "the foetus" (Nathan's words) because he seems like that type of guy

Not that he doubts the kid'll be a genius, but it can't hurt

When your son is here, Nathan would be a mess

It was one thing knowing you were pregnant, seeing the bump and ultrasounds and all

But now there's an actual kid

A kid that is fully reliant on him

Nathan probably wouldn't sleep for weeks

Just sit and works and watches the kid, make sure he's breathing

He'd mellow out eventually, when you'd told him he needed sleep and can't keep doing this to himself

You took over the night shift after that, mostly

He isn't the kind of dad to rough house

But one that you'll catch talking out coding issues to an infant who just stares at Nathan, just because of the sound of his voice

Your son would look nothing like you, and take everything after Nathan (he's super smug about it too - not only can he make literal lifelike robots, but he has 'superior genes' too)

Would want to call the boy something unique like Silas, or Atlas, something along those lines

You had veto'd them very quickly

But Silas grew on you, so I can imagine you agreed to a unique name

Once your son was old enough, he'd definitely teach him how to box

Since Nathan's sleep schedule is fucked (he's working on it), he's always up first with the kid

You'll always find them on the decking at the punching bag

Nathan was always guiding him, praising him when your son eventually punched the bag

You and Nathan both regularly went out on hikes (he enjoyed them more than you did) even before the kid

When the kid was born, it was easy to carry him around in a carrier on your chests

But when he got older and learned to walk, he never wanted to be carried

And the hikes took longer

So now Nathan's planned out new family friendly routes for you all, where you'll all be out for an hour, tops, and not far from the house

Nathan really hates mess, so will probably follow the kid around once he starts walking, just picking up after him

If he's stressed or hungover (he's working on that too) he would probably yell at you to sort it out

He'd apologise later after you chewed him out, even offering to do bath time and get the kid ready for bed

"I'll read him a story or some shit"

(It's probably Stephen Hawking)

He'd arrange someone to decorate the kids bedroom to look like space or something

You had a field day looking around the IKEA website and choosing what you wanted for your son's dream bedroom, but Nathan had just rolled his eyes and got the more expensive, designer, equivalent and it was delivered within a week

You'd told him off for doing it, but he just shrugged at you wordlessly as he set up the bedroom for your son

This is long enough, I'm gonna stop here, but now I want to write a full series of dad!Nathan 😭😭😭

[aliasrocket]

So I was thinking Misery Business pt. 2 could go something like this …

Rocket shot up, head twisting in all directions to throw warm, thin sheets below him around to find the sweet scent buried beneath it all; sweet, but foreign.

Yet where was the culprit?

But then, with the thin sheets and the white bunk he realizes it’s not the scent that doesn’t belong.

It’s not his bed.

His feet meet the floor and he’s rushing out the room to be met with clashing sounds of utensils and when he turns to the cockpit he sees them. Everyone.

Gamora, Peter, Drax, Groot and …

You, with your food-stuffed mouth and spoon in your mouth.

D’asted idiot.

“Hey,” Rocket called you from the hallway, your name being dragged along the metal floors. “I gotta talk to you for a sec.”

“Oh.” You put down your food and rush over.

Rocket ranks you further away and puts you against the wall. His brows are furrowed and he had a hand on his forehead before he finally locked gazes with you, his eyes almost piercing a hole right through your perfectly fine morning.

“There’s a hickey on your neck, princess.”

“Are you serious?”

Rocket’s hand pressed against your sternum before slithering up to the side of your neck.

His nail pressed against a tender spot, making you wince.

“Right there.”

You grit your teeth.

“You gonna do something about it?”

“Nah, if you want another fuck you’re gonna have to work for it.”

[tsunami-watch]

Name: Outcome-3

Age: 32

Occupation/Association: Former FIA Agent/Merc | Nomads

Status: Alive

Short Bio/Backstory: Part of the highly classified NUSA government project to create the perfect supersoldier/spy/assassins, Operation Outcome, on the run after failing an assignment and betraying direct orders. Is currently hiding in the autonomous free city of Night City looking for a way to flee the country as well as a place to provide him sanctuary. Nameless, faceless, untraceable. The very skills and abilities the NUSA gave him are now the only thing keeping him from a bullet in the head. When pressures in the city gets high chances are you’ll find him with the Aldecaldos, or rather you won’t find him, but he’ll be there. The strange man without a name who proved his loyalty to the clan and the pack, came to them in desperation for their help, one survivor to another, and continues to protect them in return whenever he could with his unnaturally adept skills with a rifle, watching over them like a guardian angel. Closer to the city he’s constructed a concealed base of operations and hiding place within the trash mountains of the Municipal Landfill, blending perfectly into the surrounding landscape, completely invisible to anyone who doesn’t know where to look. His time not spent on planning an escape or riding with the Aldecaldos are used scavenging for valuable cyberware he could sell to shady rippers that didn’t ask questions, or occasionally bounty hunting in the city for some quick cash. 

Masterlist:

[lovscb97]

tags: park sunghoon x fem!reader, established relationship, size kink, strength kink, bulge kink, d/s dynamics, dom!sunghoon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (plz don’t), breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, degradation (slut, whore), praise kink?, nicknames (baby, princess, angel, hoonie, etc), slight fluff, lowkey pwp, reader is described to be shorter than hoon and is easy to pick up/throw around, reader is also very down bad for him (aren’t we all), etc

wc: 2.67k

add. notes: hoon won the poll i put out so i present to u my first ever enha work :3 thank u very much to everyone who voted n this will def not be the last enha fic i put out so do not worry there is much to come for hyung line!!! also icon creds to @/v4mpjay :3

. . . 

sunghoon doesn’t know how much longer he can take this. 

it all started when he began going to the gym regularly, slowly bulking his figure up and feeling himself grow out in his clothes. what used to be his lanky frame that greeted him in the mirror gradually turned into a built man with lean muscles and sharper features, adding to what was already there initially. it wasn’t like this wasn’t what he wanted though, albeit the entire reason why he even started working out in the first place being to improve his health and build better habits for himself, but the outcome wasn’t too bad in itself. he got used to feeling stronger, more lighter on his feet or less out of breath when he climbed the stairs, and it was enjoyable to know that he could lift twice his weight and still feel good as new. in some way, things felt like they were going swell.

that is, until you came into the picture.

now, sunghoon’s always known that you’re small compared to him. even when standing side by side, his height next to yours is a little laughable, though he supposes you’re used to that considering you’ve always been shorter than most of your peers. he’s well aware of how you have to go on your tippy-toes when you guys kiss, and the soft feel of your little hands in his is something that spins in his mind constantly when your fingers lace together. it doesn’t help that you always ask him to fetch your favourite mug from the top cabinet too, his larger physique towering over yours each time he leans over from behind you. he likes to tease you about it, revelling in the way you pout cutely back at him whenever he makes fun of you jokingly despite the small smile playing at your lips, but little do you know about the twisted fantasies breaching his thoughts every moment you spend together. he wonders if you would be disgusted? would you dump him and tell all your friends about what a creepy loser he was? sunghoon can’t help but imagine the worst case scenario, and it would be easy to bury these emotions down the hatchet had it not been for the fact that he’s started to think he is going mad too. 

every time sunghoon comes home from the gym, every time he enters your shared apartment, sweat dripping down his forehead and his water-bottle empty, he swears on his dead grandmother that you start checking him out. it doesn’t help that he's always been attentive either, always needlessly easy at picking up the cues of your discomfort when you're outside in a social space for too long, or being able to tell instantly when you're anything other than the happy go lucky girlfriend he usually sees you as. so, when your lingering gaze begins to trail across his arms a little too long whenever he passes your shared bedroom on his way to the shower, or when your mouth opens and closes to swallow before you're pressing your thighs together subtly each time he moves to wipe himself down each time he’s home— it all sparks something in him. it told him to finally, finally indulge in the nasty thoughts he’s kept tucked away to himself once and for all.

except he doesn’t. because at the end of the day, sunghoon is a gentleman. he pulls open the doors for you with nonchalance written all over him despite his burning ears, and he brings you back your memorised coffee order alongside a few sweet treats when he knows you’re on your period. he holds you close when you’re asleep in bed together, rubbing a gentle thumb against the skin of your cheek because he’s aware that’s what it takes for you to fall asleep, and makes sure you know he’s always going to be there for you in any time of need, even if he’s a thousand miles away. he’s never once made you doubt him, never once given you any reason to suspect he could be anything beyond the perfect, storybook written boyfriend he’s always been. 

until today, at least.

it was a day like any other, a day where you wouldn’t have expected things to take the turn they took at all. you and sunghoon were tangled up in your lavender sheets with your leg thrown over his, the morning sun streaming through the beige curtains you’d picked out on your ikea date together, and no alarms were intact to disturb you as it was the weekend. that’s probably why you both found yourselves in your current situation, your mouths meeting sloppily for short kisses and your boyfriend’s cock buried to the hilt inside you, thrusting ever so gently every other second as he whispered sweet praises to you between the meshing of your lips. the only sounds heard beyond the chirping of the birds outside your window were your soft moans and his low grunts, alongside the quiet noises of your slick dragging against his dick.

“fuck, baby. you feel so good.” sunghoon mumbles, pressing gentle smooches along the skin of your chin and jaw. you reply back something unintelligible, too lost in the euphoria he’s providing you to even form a coherent answer, which only makes him chuckle. he pulls back to admire your figure underneath him, a smile spreading across his lip at the sight of you laid out oh so pretty and pliant just for him. for him. all for his use. his use and his use only. the eventual thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and sunghoon momentarily slows down his movements in fear he’ll accidentally lose control of himself and fuck you into the sheets. his loss of momentum causes you to whine out loud though, large doe eyes blinking up at him in wonder, almost as if asking what happened, which does not make your boyfriend’s job any easier.

“hoonie, faster.” you beg softly, one hand coming up to grip his shoulder as the other bundles up the duvet underneath you. “please, wan’ it so bad.” sunghoon feels like his resolve is on the brink of snapping at your words, and he quickly resumes his previous pace (albeit still slower than what you wanted but better nonetheless) with gritted teeth, trying to think of something, anything that would distract him from the realisation of how fucking small you look under him, or how soft your hand feels resting on his skin. it doesn’t help that the sounds spewing from your lips are so cute, only spurring him on further to do what he longs to. 

“yeah, angel? want it faster? want hoonie to fuck you deeper?” he groans out instead, biting his lip at the sight of you nodding almost instantly to his words. your hole clenches even tighter around him as he speaks to you, and he shudders at the sensation. “shit, don’t do that, princess. might cum too quickly.” he exhales shakily, confused when you shake your head. “don’t care. cum f’me. wanna feel it, please.” you plead almost instantly without thinking, sunghoon’s eyes darkening as the request leaves your mouth. his pace comes to an immediate halt after that, and you make a noise of complaint at the loss of pleasure in your lower region, legs kicking up slightly in protest as you eye your boyfriend who’s currently trying to compose himself above you.

“don’t.. don’t say stuff like that.” sunghoon sighs, eyes closed shut as you cock your head to the side. you’re about to ask him why when he speaks up again. “i won’t be able to hold myself back if you do.” he professes darkly, opening his orbs back up to look deep into yours, his smouldering gaze making you shiver. you involuntary tighten around him at his confession, and he hisses at the feeling, head snapping to look down at you and the blush spreading across your cheeks. 

“i-i don’t.. don’t want you to hold back.” you mutter whilst looking away meekly before he can even comment on your actions. you meet his stare again after a beat of silence, but there’s something dark and sinister swimming in it now, and by the time you can even process what it is, he’s suddenly sheathing himself back into your warm walls, plowing into you with a heightened pace as if this is the last time he’ll ever get to fuck you. your moans tumble out of your mouth before you can even stop them, and you swear you hear sunghoon growl at the way you keen from his movements. 

“yeah? don’t want me to hold back? want me to absolutely destroy this wet cunt with my cock? ruin it for everybody else and mould it to the shape of my dick?” he grunts, a smirk spread across his face as you wildly nod at his words. “what, too fucked out to speak now, baby? where’s that confidence from before, hm?” you whimper at his condescending tone, the noise travelling straight to his core as he curses, continuing to plunge himself deep into you. the tip of his cock brushes against that spongey spot inside you, and you cry out when he angles his thrusts to hit it each time he drives inside your pussy. 

“who knew you were such a slut, huh baby? tell me, how long have you wanted me to spread you open and fuck you like i hated you?” sunghoon pants, tongue lolling out to lick at the sweat gathering on your neck. “s-so long, hoonie!” you mewl in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he bites down on your skin. “wanted you to— hnng, wanted you to bend me over and throw me around so bad!” sunghoon laughs breathlessly at your answer. 

“yeah, pretty? want me to use my big arms and toss you onto the bed? you should’ve told me sooner that you were such a whore.” you clench at the degrading name, and sunghoon almost stumbles into you at the sudden jolt of shock. “would’ve done everything you wanted me to. wanted it just as bad as you, did ya know that?” he grits out, pace unrelenting and unforgiving as he proceeds to pound into you. “you’re so fucking small, baby. makes me so goddamn hard every time i think about it. just want to, oh fuck— want to hold you down and make you take it.” 

“do it! do it, hoonie, please do it! make me take it, i wan’ take it for you.” you sob, and sunghoon physically feels the last of his self restrain break in half. he’s far too fucked out now to go back to his old ways, far too gone in the dizziness of making you feel good. his only goal now is to make you cum violently around him, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve that. “gonna do it, baby. just wait, gonna fuck you so dumb, you’ll be begging me to stop.” he pauses momentarily to grab at the plush of your thigh and tosses your leg over his shoulder, resuming his past actions in the blink of an eye as you cry out at the change. he hits deeper, more harsh this way, and you swear you can feel him battering your cervix with each thrust delivered to your abused cunt.

“fuck, look at that.” sunghoon laughs in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the slightly evident bulge of his cock thrusting in and out of you in your stomach. “taking my cock so well, princess. you gonna cum for me soon, yeah? gonna cum for hoonie and make a mess of me?” he coos at the way you’re drooling, swiping a thumb up to wipe at the spit leaking out of your mouth before sucking it off, the visual of it only making you whine even more. by now, the bed is stained with your leaking arousal, but neither of you care, especially not when he involuntarily moves his hand to press down on your stomach. his movements only cause you to double over in pleasure, and before either of you know it, you’re shaking through an orgasm, thrashing and wailing as tears stream down your face.

“shit, shit, shit! that’s so hot, oh fuck.” sunghoon moans. “you did so well, angel. did so fucking good for me, you deserve a reward, don’t you? don’t you, my baby?” he rambles, and you whine in overstimulation as his thrusts grow more frantic and misplaced when he begins chasing his own release. “get ready, princess, ‘m gonna fill you up. gonna breed you so, so good and make you take it, yeah? you’ll take it, won’t you? take it so good for me like you always do.” by this point, you’re both trembling and whining out loud, sunghoon pistoning his hips into you as he desperately fixes to cum. he can feel the pressure building up, his balls tightening with each harsh thrust he delivers inside of you, and you’re more than ready to feel him ooze out of you, encouraging words spilling from your lips.

“do it, hoonie! do it, please! make me full and fuck it back into me. i’ll take it so good, so good, please baby, please.” you’re babbling by now, too fucked out to think let alone speak, but your words seem to send sunghoon over the edge because by the time you’re even halfway through your sentence, he’s shooting ropes inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed. there’s so much of it that it almost leaks out despite his cock keeping you plugged up, and you watch his beautiful face contort in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and eyes clenched shut as he continues filling you up. 

“fuck..” sunghoon sighs out once he’s come down from his high, looking down to grip his cock and pull it out slightly only to push it back in when your cunt gushes with his release, causing him to bite his lip at the sinful sight. you whine when he moves back into you, his large arms caging your smaller frame in as he leans down to pepper salty kisses all over your face. “my good girl.” he whispers, slightly collapsing on top of you to catch his breath. his weight on you feels comforting, almost natural as you wrap your tired arms around his back tightly, pressing your bodies together even more than they already are to feel closer and connected to him.

“i didn’t know you were into that.” sunghoon speaks up after a moment of silence, causing you to open your eyes and look at him. he moves so he’s laying on his side, cock still keeping you plugged up despite the awkward position. “into what?” he deadpans at your reaction, and you giggle. “c’mon, babe. you can’t seriously look like that and expect me to not be feral for you.” you smile, and sunghoon huffs out a laugh, spooning an arm around you as he pulls your body closer to his warm one. “still, who knew my girl was so freaky?” you swat at him, and his chest rumbles with laughter, the sound sending an odd pool of warmth flowing through your chest. you both lay there in silence after that, basking in each other’s presence and enjoying the serenity and afterglow which comes from what was quite literally the best sex of your lives. 

“i love you.” you hear sunghoon mumble suddenly, his voice drowsy as he yawns cutely, a large grin spreading on your face at the simple three words which leave him. you reach out for his hand, lacing your small fingers in it before bringing it up to your mouth and pressing a kiss to the back. “love you more, hoonie.” you sigh out in satisfaction, eyes slipping shut slowly as sleep welcomes your tired senses.

you gradually drift off, thoughts filled with sweet dreams of your boyfriend and his precious laughter. 

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