#but I'm still not over this one and it's in the same vein
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funny seeing you here | Drew Starkey x black!fem reader
summary: after seven months of not seeing his face, you find yourself at the same party heâs at. And he clearly made it his mission to be noticed by you. So what are you gonna do now?
warnings: alcohol consumption, suggestive smut
a/n: Here's part 3 of nothing to say when heaven falls. As the title called it, it was 100% inspired by âfunny seeing you hereâ by Jack Harlow which I recommend listening to during the reading. Comments and reblogs are never required but always very much appreciated đ«¶đ»
dividers by: @/saradika-graphics
"Hey," he said and you could barely hear the smile on his voice. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight."
No escape.
"Hi," you replied with a low voice, unsure if he had heard it over the loud music. "Yeah, I'm with Frankie."
"Uh, yeah, I saw her," he voices as he scoots slightly closer to you. "This does look more like her scene."
At that, you nod and mentally curse the fifth generation of this damned bartender who has yet to finish your drinks.
Everything around you is spiraling at this point. You were not ready for this, especially with how casual he's being about everything. It was not in your plans to run into him tonight and all you wanted was to get as far away from him as you could.
Your salvation comes in the shape of your friend, who you can see right past her excitement about how much she just wanted to take you out of that situation. She held your arm lightly and, it was as if you weren't waiting for almost ten minutes the bartender returned with both your drinks.
"Hey, uhm, what's taking so long?" Frankie says and pretends to be shocked when she looks up at Drew. "Oh hey! Long time, no see." As the words leave her mouth you notice how the stiff smile on her face shows her displeasure at his presence.
"Hi Frankie," he says a little taken back by her and you notice how he starts tapping his fingers against the glass the same way you were doing moments ago. A shared habit that the both of you didn't get to brush off of one another it seems.
"Let's go, babes! I still have so much to tell you."
With your drinks at hand, you followed her and immediately felt a weight fall off of your shoulders. Still, you weren't able to hold back and you looked over your shoulder just to see him checking you out.
Your face was burning after that and you just prayed to whatever God that Frankie was able to distract you enough to make you not act on the alcohol in your veins.
It wasn't a secret to anyone the effect that he had on you. I mean you were together for years and about to get married - obviously, you had to be attracted to him. And he just had this thing about him that made it very hard for you to ignore.
He looked handsome, but that was no surprise. He always looked so fine, except this time it seemed like he had filled out more. The black shirt he was wearing fitted him perfectly, the sleeves stretched around his biceps, and even from a glimpse you were able to notice how much bigger they were since you last saw him. His outgrown hair now looked more like a growing mullet and, god, that did work with him. At this point, you werenât sure if it was the alcohol or your brain talking about how insanely good he looked.
âY/N, honey, you good?â She asked once the both of you got back to your spot.
âYeah, yeah. Sure, why wouldnât I be?â You retorted to which she just stared at you with uncertainty.
âI donât- I donât know, you just looked like you were about to vanish in thin air back there,â she voices smoothly still looking at you.
âYeah, I uh, I guess I just wasnât expecting that to happen,â you confess.
She nods and sips on her drink, her own eyes scanning the room this time, and once she looks up at you once more you see a glimpse of regret there.
âI didnât know. Had I known I wouldnât have brought you here,â She declares with sorrow and you shake your head quickly.
âHey, I know that! Donât worry, Iâll be fine.â
At that, neither of you is sure enough.
You could feel that it was way past one in the morning, the air just felt different. The party was less crowded but the music was still blaring through the speakers. Frankie was entertained in a talk with a tall dark-skinned man who was whispering in her ear every now and then earning giggles from the brunette.
You had been nursing the drink in your hand for a while now, the condensation around the glass caused your fingertips to be wet. You were much more drunk than youâd normally get, but for once in a long time it felt good to let yourself go.
Still the numbness the alcohol brought, did not evade the feeling of what happened earlier. It had been so long since the last time and you were not expecting to see him like that. What wouldâve happened if Frankie had not interrupted him? What would you have done?
âHey,â You heard Frankieâs voice closer to your ear this time, âWould you mind if I left for a while? I promise Iâll be back and you wonïżœïżœïżœt even notice.â
It amazed you that even with the amount of drinks she had, her pleading eyes didnât fail to convince you. And honestly, she needed to have fun with the hot guy as well. So with a nod you sent her off watching her excitement as she followed him.
At least you were alone with your thoughts and could think and rethink everything, from your coffee orders to your love life as you downed the last of your blue coloured drink. But as if they were trying to prove a point, the spot next to you did not remain empty for long.
The same cologne that woke forbidden memories hours ago was flooding your space once again but this time it was subtle. Almost as if it was fading and taking with it your sanity.
âI thought weâd never get the chance to talk again,â was what he said and it didnât take you long to notice that he too was a few drinks in.
Guess this isnât a sober conversation, huh.
âIâd rather if it stays like that,â you mumbled as you watched him push a bottle of cold water towards you.
âCome on, this is a quieter spot. Iâve been wanting to talk to you for a while now,â He leans in, just like Trent did with Frankie.
It felt so weird being close to him like this after so long. It felt like getting something youâve wanted for so long but you were scared that you got the wrong thing. Does that even make sense?
âHow's your sister and your niece?â You asked since there was no escape.
âTheyâre fine. Both of them, Lily still cries a lot but theyâre good,â he voices as he sips from his own drink.
You unscrew the water bottle and take a big gulp out of it. Why were your hands so sweaty now? You didnât have an answer to that so you just nodded and looked around the room as less and less people filled the dance floor and the bar.
âYou look beautiful,â his compliment breaks the silence and goes straight to those confusing thoughts you were having. You have to control yourself. âI thought a lot before talking to you earlier, but I just couldnât help myself when you looked like this. So prettyâ
Even with his sweet words you couldnât forget who he was and the history between the two of you. It was hard because even if you denied it a part of you still missed him so much. I mean, you shared years of your life with him so it isnât that easy to ignore how much his absence affects you sometimes.
âWhat are you doing here, Drew?â The words leave your mouth before you could even process the thought.
He doesnât say anything for a while and you finally look at him. His hair was slightly darker than it was months ago, the low cut shirt he is wearing gives you a peak of his chest hair and some freckles he has there. Looking into his eyes made your blood freeze for a second, it was like you were drowning in the bluest sea.
He scratched his overgrown beard while he looked down at the cup he was drinking from.
âI miss you,â He confesses with a sigh.
You shake your head as you set the water bottle back on the table.
âNo, you canât do this now,â You say and pray that he can hear you over the music. âNot after everything.â
âI-I fucked up and I know that,â he admits and that makes you feel dizzy. âI want to make things right between us.â
âOh, now? You donât even know if I have someone,â you scoff. âHowâs Odessa by the way?â
âI wouldnât know. Itâs been a while since I last talked to her,â he says.
âWell so itâs best if I look over your shoulder since she might pop up from thin air,â your snide remark doesnât go unnoticed by him but he doesnât say anything.
âIâm not here to talk about anyone else but us. So can we please do that? Letâs find somewhere where we can actually talk because you just left and I know that what I did was the radon to that, but still.â
Your eyes met his for the second time that night and without much thought you found yourself nodding. You texted Frankie letting her know that youâd be getting an Uber home so she didnât have to worry about you and in the next second you were following your ex out of the club.
It didnât shock you that he was still living in the apartment you used to share. It looked almost the same just a few new pieces of furniture decorating the space and you couldnât help but ask yourself if she had helped him to pick them out.
âDo you, uhm, wanna drink something?â He asked after he locked the door behind you.
âYeah, I could use a glass of water.â
âOkay, lemme get that for you,â he says and walks to the kitchen.
You stay in the living room and take it all in. Why does his house feel this warm? Why did you feel comfortable in a place you chose to leave? Why wasnât this freaking you out anymore? Before you could begin to dwell in any of those questions, his footsteps against the wooden floor pulled you from your thoughts.
âHere,â he hands you the filled glass.
âThanks,â you say before taking a small sip from it.
âSo, how have you been?â He asks and you can see that he immediately regrets it, âFuck thatâs a stupid question.â
You canât help but chuckle at that and he quickly follows suit.
âI am okay. Iâve been worse, Iâve been betterâ you admit to which he only nods.
âI felt like shit, you know? I knew I was fucking up but I was so entranced by everything that was happening that I didnât realize how much it was affecting you,â he says as he leans against the wall.
âIt wasnât easy for me to come up to you and say those things but I was so fed up that I didnât know what to do anymore,â you admit as you take a step closer to him without even realising.
âIâm sorry. I never wanted you to feel like I didnât care about you or your feelings.â
âI guess I just didnât want to be an intruder in our own relationship. There was a point where I felt like I needed to talk to her to get to you. And I know there is history between you two, I just didnât want to doubt that there was still something going on.â
You sigh as one of your fingers traced the rim of the glass.
âI mean, there were a few times that I called your phone and she was the one picking it up. That made me feel so insecure and so scared that I was being lied to.â
âI-what? I didnât know that.â He truly seemed surprised by your words.
âWell,â you scoff as you shake your head, âI guess she never told you that I called you then.â
You turn around and put the glass on the centre table. He simply watched you and even if he might not admit it yet seeing you in his house again made something in chest warm. Something in him just told him that you belonged there.
âYou see, this is what I am talking about.â You add without turning to look at him. âThis shouldnât be normal.â
âI really didnât know and when I looked at my calls registry your name wasnât there so I assumed she was telling the truth.â
He did feel guilty about that, but he wasnât lying. He truly didnât know of that happenstance.
You sigh and you look back at him, your eyes burning as you feel a deep sense of deja vu.
âI really thought you were it for me, you know?â You confess and a tear streams down your face.
As if it was a reflex thing, he immediately reaches for you and wipes the tear off your face.
âI am so sorry. You didnât deserve any of that,â he says looking into your eyes.
You didnât know if it was the alcohol or the vulnerability that enveloped the both of you, but you couldnât help more tears from following that first one. It felt so calming to be talking about this with him after so long, like a ton was being taken out of your chest. Obviously you had people to talk to but it wasnât the same.
You rested your head on his shoulder as his hands were on the back of your neck. He went in for the first touch, his lips kissed the top of your head. That made you tense up for a second and as you looked up your gaze was immediately captured by his.
His nose touched yours first and as he leaned in for your lips, you couldnât help but pull back. That happened twice more and you knew that he was frustrated but you were just so scared of opening up to him again.
âPlease,â he begs with a breathy voice and as you look into his eyes you are able to see the same man you fell in love with years ago.
After that you didnât resist anymore and his lips quickly found yours.
Oh.
One of his hands cradled your face as he deepened the kiss and the other was occupied squeezing the softness of your hips. Now, you couldâve lied to yourself about many things, but this was never one of them. He knew exactly where to touch you and how to do it.
You pressed your body against his and the sigh that left your lips when you felt his bulge pressed on your stomach. He moaned on your lips at the pressure and in a blink of an eye you had your legs wrapped around him.
He now held you with one of his arms as he guided the both of you towards the bedroom. His lips didnât leave yours, the only time he broke the kiss was when he pulled your lower lip between his teeth, but in the next second he was devouring them again.
When he reached the bedroom he didnât bother to close the door. He laid you on the bed and you breathlessly watched him pull his shirt off with one hand before he knelt between your legs.
Please God, donât make me regret this.
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Very late and very many thoughts, so I'm gonna utilize the read more function
âHow the hell are you still consistently finding this much alcohol? Weâre barely finding enough food.â Heaving himself up until heâs sitting on the edge of his mattress, Jake rests his head heavily in his hands as the world continues to spin around him. Still slurring slightly, he mutters, ââs not enough. Two bottles a night arenât helpinâ anymore. Nightmareâs back.â
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The water heater broke a few months ago and with no one left in their dwindling group who knew how to fix it, freezing showers had become the norm.
Not me adding "learn basics of fixing a water heater" to my to do list lmao
Jake used to use the board as his motivation to keep fighting, to not let more names be added to the list. But now that it contains so many faces of the people he cared deeply for or respectedâyou, Coyote, Iceman, Cyclone, Paybackâit has become a constant reminder of all the ways he failed.Â
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 Next to her, Bob scans the area just beyond the fence, his blue eyes alert behind his cracked glasses. With his unusual prescription, itâs been impossible to find a replacement after they slipped off his face running from a pack of creatures. He made it safely to the church in one pieceâone of his lenses did not. Yet, he has never once complained or made excuses for his impaired vision.Â
Bob is just such a good soul đ„ș
âOh, JakeâŠâ Your hands fly up to cover your mouth as your eyes continue to roam over his body. Yet even covered, he can see your jaw trembling as you cry, âBaby, whatâŠWe promised if something ever happened to the other, we wouldnât give up. We would keep fighting.â âIâm still here, arenât I?â Jake snaps. But then he wilts under the weight of your gaze. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he whispers, âI almost ended itâa few times. Drugs, booze, even thought Iâd take my nickname literally. Made a noose and everything. But the thing that always stopped me was that promise. So, yeah, IâIâve been a bit of a mess since youââ he gestures at your transformed self ââand Iâm sorry. I tried to be strong but losing you was the worst thing thatâs ever happened to me. We were supposed to face this hellscape together and I didnât know how to cope without you so I let myself become someone that I hate. But now that youâre backââ
This broke my heart.. it shows how truly broken Jake is and that every day is a struggle with her for himđ
You turn to gaze into the darkness surrounding you. âItâs like acid in my veins, a constant burning fire in my gut that only grows stronger if itâs not satisfied. Bloodâs the only thing that soothes the pain for even a few hours, but itâs never enough. Iâve tried to stop myself, I have, but each time I drink it gets hard to fight. And with every life I take, I feel a little more of myself slip away. Iâm not the woman you loved anymore, Jake. Iâm just a monster with her face.â Jake shakes his head with a firm set in his jaw. âNo. I don't believe that. It's still you. Why else would you have looked for me? The woman I love is still here and she needed to see me just as much as I needed to see her.â
He is still so in love đ„ș
âAnd I donât care what you think.â Without hesitation, Jake crosses the remainder of his little haven of sunlight and steps forward to join you in the inky darkness. You cower back again but he takes another step to maintain the same distance between you. âYou're not going to hurt me. I know that. Because you're so strong and brave and you can fight thisââ
The way he believes and trust in her more than she does herself đ„č
This newest revelation is the last straw for Jake. A man can only process so much trauma at once before he reaches his breaking point. Falling to his knees, he hangs his head, tears dripping off his face onto the dusty tile beneath him as his shoulders shake with stifled sobs.Â
I just wanna give him a hug, this is a lot đ
You fall silent again, but Jake just continues to cry with no acknowledgment of what you said. After a moment of this, you plead, âJake, talk to me. Tell me what youâre thinking. If you want me to goââ âPleaseâŠâ Jake breathes, the weight of the past two years pressing down on him. âPlease let me hold you.â âW-what?â Based on the utter shock in your voice, that is not what you were expecting him to say. It takes everything in him, but Jake lifts his eyes so they meet yours. âBaby, I need you in my arms again. To feel you, touch you, prove this is real. I have dreamed about you every night for two years. Horrible, bloody nightmares that have destroyed my life. I need you to chase those nightmares away.â
He is desperate for a moment of solace and how it was 2 years ago that he is willing to die for that đ
âJake, have you not heard a word Iâve said? Iâve killed our friends and Iâll kill you too. Or worse, Iâll turn you.â âI want you to,â he whispers.
He is so done with this life đ„ș
âPleaseâŠâ Jake sobs loudly, too emotionally and mentally drained to get to his feet and walk to you. âI canât live without you anymore. I need us to be together, whatever that looks like.â âYou donât know what youâre asking.â âYouâve made it pretty clear. But Iâm willing to bear the pain, theâŠthe consequences of this choice if it means I can be with you. So, please, donât make me spend one more second without you. Either kill me or turn me, but I canât do this anymore.â
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Jake canât wait any longer. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest, squeezing you as tightly as he possibly can. Your skin is icy beneath his touch, but he doesnât care. Heâs holding you in his arms again and nothing else in the world matters. Squeezing you tighter, Jake mutters, âNo. Itâs okay, baby. I want this. Just let go.â
He has already made his peace đ„ș
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, black tears falling on his chest. âIâll be as gentle as I can.â
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Soft moans and gasps that have Jake flashing back to all those times you were beneath him as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. And for just a second, he can bear the pain knowing he is giving you some semblance of pleasure.
He truly would do anything for her đ„ș
Jake picks up the soft sound as it is breathed across the empty warehouse, his ears already tuning into sounds humans shouldnât be able to hear. His eyes flutter open and just over your shoulder, he can see Bob and Phoenix bathed in sunlight standing at the entrance to the building. Bob has tears in his eyes, his lips whispering your name in horror as he watches the growing gory mess you are making of Jakeâs neck. He glances back and forth between Jake and Phoenix, silently pleading with her to find a way to fix this.
Poor Bob đ„ș
But Phoenix just stares at the pair of reunited lovers, her jaw set tightly. And Jake knows she understands. Phoenix always understands.Â
Of course she does đ„č
Jake is weak from blood loss and pain, but he manages the slightest of nods. Lifting two fingers to her forehead, Phoenix gives Jake a small salute in return.
What a small but beautiful goodbye between them đ
Then she raises her flashlight. As the beam of light strikes your shoulder, your mouth instantly disappears from Jakeâs throat with an agonized hiss as you try to flee from the pain. But using what strength he has left, Jake holds you in place. Smiling as every cell in his body begins to burn differently from before, he whispers, âTogether.â And he holds up his hand which is cracking and disintegrating in the light just like yours. Though still pained, your face softens as you realize what he is doing. Transformation or death, those had been his choices. However, it turns out it wasnât an âorâ but an âandâ. Reaching out, you link your fingers with his, your skin flaky and fragile in his grasp. You snuggle your head against the unbitten crook of his neck, whimpering slightly as the light does its job, and you whisper back, âTogether.â Jake wraps his other arm around you and holds you close, silently vowing to never let go again.
Together đâ€ïžđâ€ïžđ
The last thing he sees before his world slips away is the strangely beautiful swirl of particles of your two disintegrating bodies intermingling in the beam of sunlight.Â
A beautiful ending together, like they deservedđ„č
Drink With Me (Part 2)
AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 6. self-sacrifice Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader, Vampire Apocalypse AU Summary: Two years after Jake was forced to watch you ripped apart by the creatures that now terrorize the world, he is a shell of the man he once was. However, a familiar voice calling to him in the dark may give him a second chance. Word Count:Â 5911 TW: Hurt/Comfort, Blood, Vampires, Character Death, Murder, Grief, Biting, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts, Drinking (alcohol and blood), Language Notes: Not beta read so sorry for any mistakes! Part of @ailesswhumptober's event! đ
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âNoâŠ.No!âÂ
He tries to race to your side, to stop the torment playing out before his eyes, but he is held back by hundreds of hands wrapping around him, pulling him away. Fighting against them with every ounce of his strength, he screams, âGet the fuck off of me! We need to help her! No! What the fuck are you doing?âÂ
âSheâs gone, Hangman,â dozens of disembodied voices whisper in unison from the darkness behind him. âIâm so sorry, but thereâs nothing else anyone can do for her now. Itâs over. Itâs been over for years. You failed. Just as you continue to fail every night.â
âNo! I can save her! Please, let me save her this time!â Jake sobs as he continues to struggle against whatever is holding him back. âPlease!â
But itâs no use. Heâs not strong enough. As he is dragged farther and farther away, he sees you lift your head one last time, panic and pain etched across your face. You lock eyes with him and just have time to scream a terrified, âJake!â before one of the creatures rips your throat out with its teethâ
Jake bolts upright with a deep gasp, only to immediately collapse back onto his mattress with a pitiful moan. He grabs his head as it throbs painfully with every beat of his racing heart and he squeezes his eyes together tightly in an attempt to stop the world from spinning around him. But it does little to help. His nearly naked body feels sticky and gross tangled in his soiled sheet and he wonders if itâs just sweat from the nightmare, or if he vomited in his sleep again. Maybe bothâŠprobably both.Â
At least he is fairly certain he hadnât pissed himself this time if the intense pressure in his bladder is any indication. However, he doesnât have the faintest desire to crawl to the bathroom so heâll worry about those consequences later. Instead, he rolls over and tries to push your final agonized scream from his mind so he can go back to some semblance of sleep.
Just as he begins to pass out again, he hears the curtain hanging around his small space being pushed back and the toe of a boot digs into his side. Without opening his eyes, he swats at the foot, trying to shove it away. ââuck off, Phe,â he mumbles somewhat coherently. ââs too early.â
âTell that to the rest of us who have already been awake for several hours,â Phoenix snaps, driving her boot deeper into Jakeâs ribs. When he tries to roll away, she sighs, âDo we really have to do this every morning? Iâm not your fucking babysitter. Get up! Bob and I need your help setting up the trap while the lightâs in the right position.â
There is nothing in the world that Jake wants to do more than ignore her and go back to sleep. However, sheâs right. They do go through this every morning and by now he has accepted the fact that he can not win this argument. So, reluctantly, he peels open his eyes and squints up at her.
Seeing that some progress is being made, Phoenix removes her boot from his side and takes a few steps back. In doing so, she almost slips on the drink Jake had spilled the night before. Looking around his small space, she shakes her head.Â
âJesus, Hangman,â she grumbles as she kicks a few empty wine bottles out of the way, sending them clinking across the floor only to crash into piles of more. âHow the hell are you still consistently finding this much alcohol? Weâre barely finding enough food.â
Heaving himself up until heâs sitting on the edge of his mattress, Jake rests his head heavily in his hands as the world continues to spin around him. Still slurring slightly, he mutters, ââs not enough. Two bottles a night arenât helpinâ anymore. Nightmareâs back.â
âYeah, well, weâve all got our own nightmares that haunt us and you donât see the rest of us pickling our livers to deal with it.â She hurls a half-empty backpack at him which smacks into the side of his head, nearly knocking over his unsteady form. âNow get your shit together and meet us out front in thirty minutes. Weâve got work to do.â She stomps out of his little alcove to give him some privacy but then pivots to add, âAnd for fuckâs sake, take a shower.â
Forty-five minutes later, Jake steps out of the shower stall, a thread-bare towel wrapped low on his hips. He shivers slightly as he pads across the cold tile floor towards the sinks. The water heater broke a few months ago and with no one left in their dwindling group who knew how to fix it, freezing showers had become the norm. While they should be grateful they even had any water at all, Jake canât help but recall a time when a hot shower was the best part of his day.Â
A soft gasp leaves your lips as he presses his bare body against yours, pinning you to the cool tile wall. Your eyes sparkle in the muted light filtered through the shower curtain as you gaze hungrily at him. Warm water flows over his back as he sinks into youâ
No. No memories. Not now. Not when he doesnât have the luxury of going back to his âroomâ and drowning them in booze.Â
Instead, Jake quickly dresses, trying his best not to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Half the timeâwhen there is still enough lingering alcohol in his systemâhe sees your mangled corpse standing behind his reflection. The other half, he left staring at the shell of the man he had become. In some ways, thatâs worse because he knows it would break your heart to see what losing you has done to him.
Even though sanitation supplies had only really become a scarcity in the last few months, Jake had given up the will for self-grooming long before that. The tangled beard covering his sunken cheeks is a clear indication of that as is the long greasy strands of hair hanging limply in front of the dark circles surrounding his bloodshot eyes. You had always preferred him clean-shaven and with shorter hair. But you were gone so he didnât give a fuck.
Exiting the bathroom, Jake heads toward the front of the church. He averts his eyes as he passes the bulletin board that had been converted into a memorial shrine for those they had lost. He remembers the days when there had only been a few names and pictures up there. Now, the fallen takes up every inch of the board and spills out across the wall. Jake used to use the board as his motivation to keep fighting, to not let more names be added to the list. But now that it contains so many faces of the people he cared deeply for or respectedâyou, Coyote, Iceman, Cyclone, Paybackâit has become a constant reminder of all the ways he failed. Â
Once, this rag-tag group of survivors who had dubbed themselves The Daggers had numbered in the dozens. But now, there are only a handful left. And with supplies and food dwindling quickly, there is no telling how long itâll be before the rest of them earn a place on the board.
As he pushes his way through the church doors, Jake recoils as he is hit with the full brightness of the sunny day. His headache which had previously dulled slightly in the cold shower came rushing back with a vengeance. Groaning, he digs his sunglasses out of the backpack Phoenix had thrown him earlier and places them on his face. They were a cheap plastic pair Coyote had picked up for him on one of his runs to the pharmacy over a year ago, but they at least cut out some of the glare.
Phoenix is leaning against the fence with her arms folded across her chest, a scowl carved deep into her face. Now that most of those originally in charge were no longer with them, the title of leader had fallen on her shoulders. For the past few months, she had done everything in her power to hold the group together despite the increasingly dire conditionsâand one jackass of a drunk who makes her life that much more difficult.  Â
Next to her, Bob scans the area just beyond the fence, his blue eyes alert behind his cracked glasses. With his unusual prescription, itâs been impossible to find a replacement after they slipped off his face running from a pack of creatures. He made it safely to the church in one pieceâone of his lenses did not. Yet, he has never once complained or made excuses for his impaired vision.Â
They were the best of the remaining survivors and had become the only real hope the Daggers had left. Yet they spent most of their days dragging Jakeâs sorry ass around to ensure he didnât drink himself to death.
Jake had been like them once: always stepping up when volunteers were needed, doing what he could to fix what was broken, protecting the people within their group. But he hadnât been that person for the past two years. Not since he had watched you devoured before his eyes as he stood on these very steps.
It was that moment he tried desperately to avoid every night in his dreams. Reliving that day over and over again. Knowing all the moments he could have done something differently or acted faster that would have saved you yet being unable to change anything. Just forced to hear your agonizing final screams before catching his last glimpse of you whispering his nameâŠ
He needs to find more alcohol.
âAbout fucking time,â Phoenix mutters under her breath, pushing herself off the fence.
Bob shoots her a stern look, one that softens as he turns his attention to the new arrival. âThanks for helping us out, Jake. We appreciate the extra hands.â
âNot like she gave me much of a choice,â Jake mutters under his breath. But seeing the way Bobâs shoulders slump at his words, he does his best to smile at him. âBut Iâm here now so letâs do this.â
Bobâs smile returns and he nods happily at the other man. As he turns to exit the churchyard, Phoenix shoots Jake another dirty look. He knows despite Bobâs insistence that she keeps dragging Jake along with them, sheâs afraid Jakeâll screw up and cost her or Bob their lives. And itâs a fair concern. After all, itâs his fault Bob was almost killed the time his glasses were damaged. Jake had been drunk on patrol and hadnât seen the creatures until it was almost too late to warn the rest of the team. While Bob never blamed him, Phoenix did. She tried to be as supportive as possible when Jake first began to spiral, but after the incident with Bob, she only tolerated his antics for the sake of her partner. Though not even she despised this version of Jake as much as Jake despised himself.Â
Jake knew what a failure and a screwup he had become. Yet as much as he wished he could pull himself together and become the man he used to be, he also knew that there was only one person who could help him do that.Â
But you were never coming back.
Itâs amazing how much the world can change in such a short amount of time. In the three short years since the creatures first appeared, the center of town is now virtually unrecognizable. Vines and various foliage scale the sides of all the buildings. Cars are abandoned in the middle of the street, some with their doors still open as their passengers fled from them. Every window has been dark since the power grid failed. And without the constant upkeep, everything is starting to decay.
The warehouse is no exception. Once bustling and full of life, it has now is a shadow of its former self. With very few windows save those by the entrance and no interior lights left to brighten the space, the interior becomes a black hole after walking just a few feet into it. However due to a collapse in the roof, at certain times of the day, a single shaft of light shines all the way down to the ground floor creating a small illuminated circle on the floor.Â
It is in this small safe haven that Jake finds himself. Echos bounce off the walls of the cavernous space as he puts the finishing touches on the trap in front of him. Four months ago, a few survivors passing through had shared what they had discovered with The Daggersâa way to kill the creatures. Jake still doesnât understand how it works, something to do with converting normal light into an artificial sunlight of sorts, but luckily there were those smarter than him around who understood and harnessed this knowledge into weapons. Since then, The Daggers had managed to take out a few of the creatures. However, they quickly learned that attacking the creatures in the large packs they usually hunted in resulted in costly casualties on both sides.
It was Phoenixâs brilliant idea to take the stealth approach instead of the head-on one. They began setting traps in the area using motion lights in the hopes of eliminating some of the creatures stalking near their hideout in the middle of the night when they were at their most active. So far, they have had promising results.Â
Jake is almost done setting this trap. Then he can test it and use his flashlight to get himself from this shaft of light back outside. Hopefully, heâll then have time to sneak off to try to find more alcohol before Phoenix and Bob return for him. He hasnât checked the houses a few blocks to the east yet and maybeâ
âJakeâŠâ
Jakeâs head snaps up as his heart freezes in his chest, the trap instantly forgotten. His eyes dart around the room searching for the source of the sound. But thereâs no one else there. Heâs aloneâŠheâs always alone.
Yet, just as he begins to return to his job at hand, he sees something. Squinting, he peers deeper into the heart of the building and just makes out the faint outline of a single figure within the darkness.
Instincts kicking in, Jake draws his knife from his boot and drops into a defensive stance in the center of the beam of light, waiting for the attack he knows is coming. His eyes flicker around the space, searching the darkness for signs of the rest of the swarm, yet for now all he can see is the one in front of him. But he knows that canât be it. The creatures hunt in groups, using their numbers to overwhelm and incapacitate their victims so escape is nigh on impossible. The only few loners they had come across over the years were ones that had been injured or were too malnourished to contribute to the next hunt.
But the figure standing before Jake doesnât seem injured or blood-crazed. It stands straight and still, completely unmoving. For several moments, nothing happens. Though still cautious, Jake begins to relax his stance a little, wondering if his eyes or mind is just playing tricks on him.
But then, a voice cuts through the silence. âI was three blocks away when I caught your scent. I donât know how, but I immediately knew it was you.â
The knife slips from Jakeâs fingers, the clatter of metal on tile echoing around the cavernous room. The voice that he had not heard outside of his dreams for the past two years punches him in the chest, nearly bringing him to his knees as tears welled up in his eyes. âB-baby?â
There is a pause before the voice continues, unemotional and flat. âI should have bolted in any other direction, put as much space between us as possible butâŠI couldnât. Iâm selfish enough that I had to risk seeing you one last time.â
âOh my god,â Jake breathes. âItâs really you.â
He takes a few stumbling steps towards the figureâtowards youâbut you draw back further into the shadows. âNo! Stop! Stay in the light.â There is a panicked edge in your tone, the first sign of emotion you have let slip in, and it is enough to make Jake listen.
As much as he longs to launch himself into your arms, he reluctantly does what you ask. He lingers just shy of the darkness, the toes of his boots resting at the point where the last of the sunbeams fade on the tiles.Â
âHow are you here?â he asks, his voice breaking.Â
âYou know how.â
He did. It was a fear that had nestled in the back of his mind these past two years that he didnât dare consider. Whether that was out of the fear of falling into despair or building up false hope, he didnât know. But he had never let himself imagine this moment and, now that it was happening, he didnât know what to do.Â
Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he says, âYou said you caught my scentâŠDo I smell as sexy as you remember?â
A surprised snort of laughter echoes throughout the room as you are taken aback by his question. But when you speak, he hears tears in your voice, âYeah, Jake. As sexy as always.â
Whatever cold, distant shell you had put in place when you first arrived crumbled and Jake can now hear the real you behind the words. Swallowing, he murmurs, âPleaseâŠlet me see you.â
Your outline shifts in the darkness. âI-I donât think thatâs a good idea.â
âPlease, baby. For the last two years, all I could see was that last memory of you. I need this.â
âNo. Seeing me like this is not going to be any better than seeing me like that. Iâve changed.â
âSo have I. But I love you and Iâll still love you no matter what.â
For a moment, there is only silence. Then you whisper, âStep to the other side of the light.â
Jake immediately scrambles backward, almost falling as he stumbles over the long-forgotten trap. But he makes it to the outer rim of the circle of light and waits.Â
Slowly, your shape edges closer to the light. At first, Jake still canât make out any details of the person in front of him. But when he does, his heart clenches in his chest.Â
There is no denying that it is the woman he loves standing before him but yet itâs not the you he remembers. Your skin has been drained of its color and now resembles that of a corpse, cold and lifeless. Sharp, pointed teeth jut out your mouth over bloodless lips and your fingers end in claw-like talons. You are still wearing the same clothes you had on the day you were attacked but they are shredded and stiff with dried blood in various colors ranging from bright red to rusty-brown. Jake wonders how much of it is yours and how much is your victims.
Any lingering doubt he had about how you are here, any sliver of hope you had escaped your fate, is shattered instantly. This isnât a miracle. It is a nightmare, a curse.Â
But based on the gasp that escapes your trembling lips, you must be thinking the same thing as you get a good look at the man he has become.Â
âOh, JakeâŠâ Your hands fly up to cover your mouth as your eyes continue to roam over his body. Yet even covered, he can see your jaw trembling as you cry, âBaby, whatâŠWe promised if something ever happened to the other, we wouldnât give up. We would keep fighting.â
âIâm still here, arenât I?â Jake snaps. But then he wilts under the weight of your gaze. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he whispers, âI almost ended itâa few times. Drugs, booze, even thought Iâd take my nickname literally. Made a noose and everything. But the thing that always stopped me was that promise. So, yeah, IâIâve been a bit of a mess since youââ he gestures at your transformed self ââand Iâm sorry. I tried to be strong but losing you was the worst thing thatâs ever happened to me. We were supposed to face this hellscape together and I didnât know how to cope without you so I let myself become someone that I hate. But now that youâre backââ
âIâm not back, Jake. Thatâs not whyââ You shake your head, letting your hands drop. âI shouldnât be here. This was a mistake and I never should have come. I should have just let you think I was dead. I-I have to go.â
âNo! Pleaseââ As Jake takes a few steps across the circle of light, you cower back, retreating further into the darkness.
âStop!â There is a pained quiver in your voice. âIâm barely controlling myself as it is. If you get closerâŠI canât hurt you, Jake. I canât. But I know if you get any closer, I will and thereâll be nothing I can do to stop it.â
Jake shakes his head. âNo. I donât believe it. You would never hurt me.â
âYou donât get it. Itâs not a choice, itâs an undeniable force. Itâs hard enough to control myself when Iâm fully satiated, but I havenât fed in almost a week. Your bloodââ You squeeze your eyes closed tightly. When you open them again, they have darkened significantly. There is still some color in them, not the pitch-black orbs Jake is used to seeing when the creatures were attacking, but the change still makes him inhale sharply. âThe venom doesnât just turn us into theseâŠthese things. It drives us to hunt, to kill. And that need is neverending.â
It breaks Jakeâs heart to hear the pain in your voice and he canât imagine what youâve been dealing with the past two years. However, as much as it horrifies him, he also wants to know more. âWh-what does it feel like?â
You turn to gaze into the darkness surrounding you. âItâs like acid in my veins, a constant burning fire in my gut that only grows stronger if itâs not satisfied. Bloodâs the only thing that soothes the pain for even a few hours, but itâs never enough. Iâve tried to stop myself, I have, but each time I drink it gets hard to fight. And with every life I take, I feel a little more of myself slip away. Iâm not the woman you loved anymore, Jake. Iâm just a monster with her face.â
Jake shakes his head with a firm set in his jaw. âNo. I don't believe that. It's still you. Why else would you have looked for me? The woman I love is still here and she needed to see me just as much as I needed to see her.â
âJakeââÂ
âAnd I donât care what you think.â Without hesitation, Jake crosses the remainder of his little haven of sunlight and steps forward to join you in the inky darkness. You cower back again but he takes another step to maintain the same distance between you. âYou're not going to hurt me. I know that. Because you're so strong and brave and you can fight thisââ
âItâs not that simpleââ
âYes, it is.â
âJake, stopââ
âNo. Not until you believe thatââ
âI've killed Daggers.â
Your admission hangs like a dense fog between you. Obviously, Jake had realized what being turned into a creature meant for your feeding habits, but he had been trying not to focus on that. However, now faced with the truth, Jake suddenly connects a few horrifying dots in his head.Â
He swallows before asking, âCoyote?â
Last year, he had gotten there just a moment too late. There was nothing he could do but watch as what was left of his best friend was ripped apart by a mass of creatures. But then, just for a second before Fanboy grabbed his arm and pulled him away, he caught a flash of one of the creatures and he could have swornâŠ
Your eyes widen, clearly not expecting him to know that, but you nod slightly. Then, in a small voice, say, âAnd Rooster.â
âRooâŠ.Rooster?â The truth about Coyote had been painful, yet regardless of who killed him, Jake had come to terms with his best friendâs death months ago. But RoosterâŠ
He had left the group a few weeks ago after hearing a rumor of someone sounding suspiciously similar to his godfather leading another group out in the desert. They all knew it was dangerous but if anyone could make it, it would have been Rooster. Yet if what you said was trueâŠ
âI never wanted you to find out.â Tears begin to stream down your cheeks, thick, black goo that leaves streaks in their wake. âI tried to stop myself but I couldn't. Coyote was already being attacked when I found him and the bloodâŠthis thing took over. And the worst part was heâŠhe recognized me just before I tore his throat out. There was this mix of elation I was âaliveâ and horror at what I had become. I still see it when I close my eyes. With Rooster it was different. I was alone when I found him. Weâve been starving since you found a way to destroy us and I needed blood so badly. He was dead before he even knew I was there.â
This newest revelation is the last straw for Jake. A man can only process so much trauma at once before he reaches his breaking point. Falling to his knees, he hangs his head, tears dripping off his face onto the dusty tile beneath him as his shoulders shake with stifled sobs.Â
âJakeâŠIâŠâ Your voice is brimming with tears as Jake sees your feet take one hesitant step closer to him. But then, you stop.Â
For a moment, there is only the sound of his soft cries echoing through the empty space. However, when you finally speak again, your voice has more of the defiance and strength he loves most about you. âYou donât understand what itâs like. When I slip into a frenzy, nothing in this world exists except for blood. FacesâŠnamesâŠpast relationshipsâŠnone of it means anything at that moment. All thatâs left is the pure animalistic need to feed. Itâs only after Iâve been sated that I come back, that I can remember what happened or what I did. Standing over whatâs left of a person, realizing Iâm to blame, knowing Iâve murdered them or Iâve forced them to become a monster just like me. I couldnât stop myself from killing Coyote and Rooster, but I made sure neither of them could turn. They may not have deserved their deaths, but more than that, they didnât deserve this afterlife. It was the least I could do for them. And Iâm sorry it wasnât more.â
You fall silent again, but Jake just continues to cry with no acknowledgment of what you said. After a moment of this, you plead, âJake, talk to me. Tell me what youâre thinking. If you want me to goââÂ
âPleaseâŠâ Jake breathes, the weight of the past two years pressing down on him. âPlease let me hold you.â
âW-what?â Based on the utter shock in your voice, that is not what you were expecting him to say.
It takes everything in him, but Jake lifts his eyes so they meet yours. âBaby, I need you in my arms again. To feel you, touch you, prove this is real. I have dreamed about you every night for two years. Horrible, bloody nightmares that have destroyed my life. I need you to chase those nightmares away.â
âJake, have you not heard a word Iâve said? Iâve killed our friends and Iâll kill you too. Or worse, Iâll turn you.â
âI want you to,â he whispers.
âJake!â Normally when discussions became this heated between you and you resorted to that sharp tone, your chest would be heaving as you became worked up. Yet this time, your heart isnât beating and your lungs arenât huffing air so it remains deathly still. âI canât do that to you. I wonât condemn you to this life.â
âPleaseâŠâ Jake sobs loudly, too emotionally and mentally drained to get to his feet and walk to you. âI canât live without you anymore. I need us to be together, whatever that looks like.â
âYou donât know what youâre asking.â
âYouâve made it pretty clear. But Iâm willing to bear the pain, theâŠthe consequences of this choice if it means I can be with you. So, please, donât make me spend one more second without you. Either kill me or turn me, but I canât do this anymore.â
You stare at him for a long time, your darkened eyes not giving any hint as to what you are thinking. Then, slowly, you nod. âI donât want to kill you or turn you, but I need you too. I thinkâŠI think I always knew when I came here that this is how it would go and Iâm so sorry I wasnât strong enough to stay away.â
âIâm so glad you didnât.â Jake opens his arms, still kneeling on the floor. âCome here, baby.â
With stilted, hesitant steps, you begin to walk towards him. You balk a little as you get closer, fighting against the instinct to avoid the sunlight, but Jake is far enough in the shadows that you can reach him without crossing into the light. Slowly, you lower yourself to your knees in front of him and reach out.Â
Jake canât wait any longer. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest, squeezing you as tightly as he possibly can. Your skin is icy beneath his touch, but he doesnât care. Heâs holding you in his arms again and nothing else in the world matters.Â
However, you apparently donât share the same outlook. Your entire body goes rigid beneath him, every muscle tensing as he draws you in. He can feel you begin to tremble as an animalistic growl rumbles in your chest.
âJaâI canâtâLet me go. Donât wanna hurtââ You manage to choke the words out through a clamped-shut jaw. As your eyes turn completely black, your teeth begin to grow longer until they resemble true fangs. Several poke through your lips as you press your mouth firmly closed. You are still trying to save him despite everything.
Squeezing you tighter, Jake mutters, âNo. Itâs okay, baby. I want this. Just let go.â
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, black tears falling on his chest. âIâll be as gentle as I can.â
And you sink your fangs into his neck.
Living up to your promise, there is only a small sting as your teeth break his skin. However, in seconds, your venom enters his bloodstream and Jake tries to jerk away from the searing pain. However, your clawed hand clamps firmly on his shoulder, forcing him to remain in place. The venom spreads throughout his system until every cell in his body is screaming out in agony. He wants to black out but his body wonât let him. The change is already occurring and he is being forced to be conscious for every last second of his human life.
As you drink, small sounds begin slipping out between your lips, reverberating against Jakeâs skin. Soft moans and gasps that have Jake flashing back to all those times you were beneath him as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. And for just a second, he can bear the pain knowing he is giving you some semblance of pleasure.
However as a vice of white-hot agony squeezes around his lungs and heart, Jake begins to jerk in your grasp as he begins to suffocate. Feeling his distress, you slide your teeth out of his neck and press your blood-soaked lips to the wound. Running your hand through his hair, you coo, âItâs okay, baby. Itâs almost over now. I can already taste the change beginning in your blood. But this next part is the worst. Fighting it just makes it harder. Try to relax and let it happen. And Iâm right here, my love, forever.â Then you sink your teeth back into his neck.
The choking suffocating feeling only intensifies, but against every self-preservation instinct in Jakeâs body, he tries to listen to your advice and just gives in. Closing his eyes, he begins to slip into a sort of meditative state. While the pain or pressure doesnât lessen, the panic and tension ease slightly. And even once he feels his heart take its last beat and his lungs go still, he tries to remain in this headspace until you are finished.
He isnât sure how long he is kneeling there beforeâ
âNoâŠâ
Jake picks up the soft sound as it is breathed across the empty warehouse, his ears already tuning into sounds humans shouldnât be able to hear. His eyes flutter open and just over your shoulder, he can see Bob and Phoenix bathed in sunlight standing at the entrance to the building. Bob has tears in his eyes, his lips whispering your name in horror as he watches the growing gory mess you are making of Jakeâs neck. He glances back and forth between Jake and Phoenix, silently pleading with her to find a way to fix this.
But Phoenix just stares at the pair of reunited lovers, her jaw set tightly. And Jake knows she understands. Phoenix always understands.Â
Jake is weak from blood loss and pain, but he manages the slightest of nods. Lifting two fingers to her forehead, Phoenix gives Jake a small salute in return.
Then she raises her flashlight.
As the beam of light strikes your shoulder, your mouth instantly disappears from Jakeâs throat with an agonized hiss as you try to flee from the pain. But using what strength he has left, Jake holds you in place.Â
The betrayal on your face as you turn to look at him almost outweighs the pain. Jake knows you must think this was a trick, that he must have been stalling you all along just for this moment. Yet, he had meant every word he said.
Smiling as every cell in his body begins to burn differently from before, he whispers, âTogether.â And he holds up his hand which is cracking and disintegrating in the light just like yours.
Though still pained, your face softens as you realize what he is doing. Transformation or death, those had been his choices. However, it turns out it wasnât an âorâ but an âandâ.
Reaching out, you link your fingers with his, your skin flaky and fragile in his grasp. You snuggle your head against the unbitten crook of his neck, whimpering slightly as the light does its job, and you whisper back, âTogether.â
Jake wraps his other arm around you and holds you close, silently vowing to never let go again.
The last thing he sees before his world slips away is the strangely beautiful swirl of particles of your two disintegrating bodies intermingling in the beam of sunlight.Â
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THE CYBORG WHO STOLE MY HEART (Bucky X F!reader)
A/N: I know I know, there's another Bucky fanfic that I'm already working on and yet here I am starting a whole new one. Why you ask? Because I'm a dumbass. The idea just popped up into my head and I HAD TO write it down. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1 :
Chapter summary: Bucky and Sam come across a woman who seems to have lost her mind. Literally. Using Buckyâs cyborg brain, they try to figure out who she is.
Chapter warnings: Mild swearing.
You know when you're having a great dream with a hot guy that could only possibly exist in dreams ? The happiness that breathing the same air as him brings you? That's what you were feeling right now.
Eyes as blue as the ocean, veins that were easy to put an IV in and that black shirt phew. Was it possible to drool in dreams? You were going to have a great day once you woke up. That was for sure.
Why was he looking at you like that though? Weren't they supposed to be flirting with you or puckering their lips in your dreams by now? Was this supposed to be a slow burn or enemies to lovers genre dream?
"Why is she staring at me like that?" the hot guy asks the air next to him.
"She's just coming into it, give her a second." it responds back to him.
Wait, what ?
"Are we sure she's alright and not having an absence seizure?" the air voice asks.
"She's alright. Probably in shock." another voice responds.
Shock? From seeing that beautiful man in front of me? Sure.
Okay, focus.
Wait, it's a dream. Why do you need to focus?
Eyes, the colour of piss , come into focus. "Cannn youuu hearrr meee?"
"Why are you speaking like that?" you manage to ask, still trying to figure out if you'd accidentally taken shrooms.
"Not a seizure then." the voice from earlier comments.
Piss eyes looks proud of himself. "I told you, she's in shock."
If this really was a dream, it would have to be the strangest one you have had in a while. What in the actual cockfuck was happening?
"Youu areee in theee hosp-ee-taalll. Weee---" piss eyes sounded like he was having the seizure.
"Stop talking like that." you say, blinking rapidly to clear the dark spots from your eyes. Things were starting to feel more...real. A heaviness settled over your head, every breath seemed to send a slight sliver of pain through your side and your arm felt numb.
Dreams weren't usually ultra-realistic, were they? Only one way to find out now.
"Is she...pinching herself?" hot guy asks, that strange look on his face.
A set of cold hands clamp your hands down.
"HEY." you say, the slight sting of your pinch confirming your doubts.
"Self hurt or mutilation can be a side effect. We need to restrain her for her own safety." Piss eyes speaks rapidly and you hear him muttering to himself.
"I'm not...is this not a dream?" you finally ask leaving the room in pin drop silence.
"I don't think so...unless Wanda is upto something again." air voice sounds a bit unsure himself.
"Wanda?" the name seemed familiar but in this state , you could barely remember your own name.
You try to get up only to be gently pushed back down by piss eyes. "You probably shouldn't be doing that. Bed rest for the next 10 days, I'm afraid." he says not sounding apologetic about it at all.
"What even happened? And---" you're cut off by air voice.
"Where are you? Well, the Avengers compound. Now, don't get too excited and all. We can make you sign a NDA , but we aren't going to because we're hoping you're trustworthy. Stark said you might be...useful. Now, if you're feeling upto it, how the hell did you end up in the middle of a cemetry half dead?"
You blinked once, twice, thrice.
"Who is Stark?"
"Listen, man. She's got to be living under a rock if she doesn't know who Stark is. That guy has been stuffed down everyone's fucking throat." Sam tells Bucky as he takes off he looks at their new visitor.
Bucky doesn't respond and instead stares at Sam with a poker face.
"What's going on in that cyborg brain of yours?" Sam isn't phased by Bucky and his staring anymore. He was however very sure that Bucky would not be bringing home any ladies with that serial killer look.
"What if she's lying?" Bucky finally says, turning to look at the CCTV recording of the room you were in. You were sleeping again, knocked out by the pain killers.
"Lying about not knowing Stark or not being able to remember what happened to her?"
"Both."
"What purpose does that serve her?"
"Well, that's what we're supposed to find out."
âHow exactly are you planning on doing that?â Crossing his arms over his chest , Sam raised an eyebrow at his cyborg friend.
âIâll think about it.â Bucky walked past him, grabbing his jacket on the way. âWith my cyborg brain.â
âI understand that you want to get some answersâ you said for what seemed like the 100th time, exasperation taking hold of you. âI honestly cannot remember what happened. Iâve thought myself into a headache. Iâm sorry, okay?â
Sam looked defeated as he let he shook his head. âItâs been two whole days. Now, I donât want to seem like a dick and question you in this state but we need some goddamn answers.â
âToo late for that I guess.â you muttered under your breath.
âHuh?â
âShe said âtoo late for that I guess.ââ The hot guy, Bucky, was his name chimed in.
How the hell did he hear that? As if reading the question on your face, he simply said âAdvanced hearing.â
Okkayyyy.
Sam on the other hand was giving you a flat look. You gave him one back.
âIâm feeling much better now. Can I atleast get out of this damn bed?â you scratched near the iv line, wanting to just rip it out. âPiss eyes told me I shouldnât but I cannot stay like this.â
âPiss eyes?â Sam was clearly running out of patience.
âThe doc. Is he even a doctor? Heâs veryâŠâ
âSort of.â
That explains it.
âSheâs right.â Bucky takes a step forward, looking at Sam. âWalking around will help her recover faster.â
âTHANK YOU. See , I knew you were the smart one.â you give him a wide smile to which you get a poker face in return. Embarrassing. Not letting it deter you, you pull the iv out.
âHey !!â Sam steps forward, surprised at your show of stupidity.
Before he can reach you to help you out of bed, youâve already stood up. Which was another stupid move considering that the entire room was spinning around. Holding on to the wall next to you for support, you blinked rapidly.
âThatâs another concussion waiting to happen.â Bucky commented dryly.
After regaining some semblance of direction, you managed to stand up straight ignoring the slight stab of pain in your chest.
âMuch better.â you say, taking a step forward. The pastel pink tee and pants that had been given to you did not compliment your current condition, you knew. To be quite frank, you were a good looking woman too. Always have been. Then why the hell was Bucky looking at you like he was going to stab you right then and there?
âUhhhâŠnow what?â your suddenly felt extremely awkward in front of the two men.
âDonât ask me, you were the one who wanted to do this.â Sam still had an arm out, ready to jump into action in case you cracked your head on the tiles again. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Bucky make a slight movement. Thank fuck you did because the next thing you knew , you were holding a dagger 2 inches away from your chest by the handle.
Silence engulfed the room for a good 20 seconds before it was broken by a very calm âWhat. The. Fuck.â from Sam.
You looked at Bucky who stood in the same spot like nothing shocking had even happened. Finally a crack of a smile appeared on his face.
âTold you she was lying.â
#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x f!reader#bucky x female reader#bucky x y/n#bucky x you#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fic#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky x reader
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ep 24 commentary (brain fried edition)
my head is a little empty after ep 24 tbh!! brain is not braining after all the zyc hurt no comfort (-:
some scattered thoughts here and there, painstakingly corralled like cats out of my vacuous brain and into a list (spoilers):
ZYZ is really emo this episode poor dude like he is having a hard time keeping it together it seems. Every other word out of his mouth is depressing as shit, which is saying a lot considering how depressing he usually is already (': I kind of wanted this episode to pick his brain more, give him room to emote in the aftermath of all that. But it almost feels like the character refuses to be alone, like he might spiral if he has too much time to get in his own head. I'm still so curious to know, though, what he thinks about the state of their promise in light of how far ZYC went trying to save him. âHe has us,â ZYZ said to WX. When the time comes, I wonder how he'll reconcile that with what heâs asked of ZYC.
PSJ and Ying Lei bonding! shenanigans! I did laugh thank you guys. Also, not that the team didn't operate separately before, but I really get a sense of how much ZYC held things together with how apparent his absence is. It's obvs heartwarming seeing how hard everyone is working to save him (PSJ especially for me bc I love their mutual tacit trust and respect and all the ways they're alike and different), but ultimately it's still so angsty (':
Kind of love the couple instances where ZYC has been referred to as fragile/weak/of delicate constitution (depending on how you wanna translate it) like that's a very interesting quality to assign to basically the tank of your team. Even if the comments are made facetiously, it just reminds me of how often we witness his mortality, and of course how everything about the styling, aesthetics, and content of the flashbacks to his childhood reinforce a characterization of vulnerability at the very heart of him. I saw someone mention how the Cloud Light Sword responded to ZYC's tears and to that vulnerability rather than brute strength, and I totally agree. I love how this "fragile" characterization plays into the whole fate weapon deal. ZYC's strength is (imo) unconventional, and it is his sensitivity, his compassion, and his deep capacity to feel that the sword acknowledges, resonates with, and empowers. Almost like it protects his tender heart rather than making it something he needs to overcome to get stronger.
One thing I will never get over is how incredibly they styled TJR as baby!Yichen, adult ZYC, and Bingyi. What do you mean this is all from one drama and not three separate productions. Insane. I'm out of my mind with how gorgeous every change in costuming is.
A tangential note is I've seen people mention (paraphrasing very much here) ZYZ's demon form being nicely subtle in its eerie inhumanity and tbh I have a similar feeling even just about human adult ZYC imo. Especially when his hair is down and he's got that thick eyeliner on and we get a close up of his contacts, if you told me from the start that he's half-demon half-human or something I'd believe it. Along the same vein, baby!Yichen reads completely human to me, and Bingyi of course completely demon. Something something the Cloud Light Sword bridges the gap something. This point is unintelligible and not narratively based but I had to make it because I've been thinking "wow ZYC elven" for days now.
Saw a tag about yuanyi getting us through some dark times but man they are PUTTING me through some dark times rn help?/
Been trying to put off talking about the baby Yichen scenes because wow I cried immediately. Well, no, I was like "yay! I love seeing baby Yichen!" and then they crushed me into demon dust lol. And then WX had to tell that absolutely precious story about when she got sick and ZYZ had to go like "actually ZYC was probably lonely as fuck" and yeah that's fine I didn't need my heart anyway.
Ending on this point so I can put a pretty screencap here: There is so much gravity to just the short scene of Bingyi removing his mask and dropping to his knees with that anguished and fatigued expression. TJR's acting is the gift that keeps on giving (me angst).
so sorry if anything here didn't make sense, i currently have the same thousand-mile-stare as Bingyi the more i think about how this all might end and how long I'm gonna have to wait to find out.
#fangs of fortune spoilers#fangs of fortune#sorry this is late!#i started writing this after i watched the ep this morning but then i spent the whole day showing my partner the first six eps#zhuo yichen#tian jiarui#episode commentary#meta
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Idk who this scene broke more, me or him.
#I know everybody is all Dunki this and Veer Zaara that#but I'm still not over this one and it's in the same vein#3 soldiers 1 story#Jab Tak Hai Jaan#Samar Anand#Yeah we're having words#I'm not okay about this#screaming crying throwing up#Pix's pics
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What sort of faint ideas and connections do you have so far from your research and with RGG characters like Mine and/or whoever else?
Things I want to explore, in no particular order:
The construction of gender as a matter of linguistics, as expressed on a spectrum by RGG characters
The (apparent) evolution of the portrayal of gender non-conformity in RGG
The fascination some straight women develop with gay men, Mine's popularity in-universe with women, and Yokoyama's apparent amusement at the idea of a Highly Desirable Man that "women can't have" because he's gay
Acceptance and visibility, how that's impacted the way Japanese people discuss queerness, and the ways RGG has reinforced and broken the mold over the years
Hijikata's relationship with sexuality and its interplay with the historical account (if we are to assume he and Mine have that in common), and potential implications for Mine
#asks#anonymous#yakuza 3#like a dragon ishin#yoshitaka mine#hijikata toshizo#minekata#i think i'm forgetting something but Oh Well#literally just from chapter 1 though lmao every paragraph in queer japanese makes my head explode#3rd one is an incredibly bad incredibly half-baked idea btw no promises. i do have more than one book on it though#and the last one with hijikata... is a LOT heavier than it sounds. so i'm still mulling it over#i have somewhat similar thoughts on jo (or in the same vein) as with hijikata but that's on even shakier ground and in headcanon territory#also a lot of these have next to nothing to do with mine and a whole lot to do with other characters
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ffxv makes me so emotional oh my god đ„čđ«¶đŒ
#đ.rambles#[ ffxv. ]#i love love love final fantasy so much like. video games in general i cld rlly ramble abt each of my interests for hours like i'm#v much ffxv mood rn. god esp that one story two years back i've mentioned it so much here atp but IT REALLY IS SO PERSONAL N#CRINGE???? IDK IT MAKES ME EMBARRASSED A BIT but like embarrassed /pos like. it's me. younger me. n i'm still v fond of it.#..still makes me shy though but even more i finished writing that uh oneshot back then w noctis#childhood friends to lovers uhuh secretly in love but both think it's unrequited uhuh#why has that always been among my fav tropes.. I DON'T EVEN RLLY HAVE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS? there's nothing irl that inspired it at all.#but then ^ that's also w my uhhhh original characters n then my wol too in ffxiv honestly n#even with other characters.. a v similar sentiment w claude n like lancelot or lucifer. ffxv / fe3h / gbf were my top 3 back in 2020#botw hades octopath acnh & other ff were games that i rlly rmb then too. but ever since ffxiv i haven't been able to play much other vgs đ#the witcher 3. nier automata demo. code vein demo. genshin. hzd. rdr2. ac odyssey n lots more but god i've barely finished any#OH I NEARLY FORGOT.. I'M SO SORRY must be bcs i was listening to it earlier so i thought i already wrote it but kh3 yes#AAAA WAIT I'M RAMBLING AGAIN I WAS GNA WORK ON SOME STUFF BEFORE I SLEEP đ„č sleep by 3 for more hours or by 4 so i can uh#get some stuff done before tmrrw? i will. do my best this week as quickly as i can so i can.. rest? my mind rlly needs a rest i think ><#yk what i can always write n do more the next day yeah i'll sleep no later than 3:30#i think i'm going back more to my old self again but i'll do my best to not isolate or distance myself too much i don't want to destroy#things even more like. in that. dream n. in the past when. i thought i was over it but i think those wounds r reopening#but i'm stronger than them n. fuck. it's the same as before n that's why i'm crying that's why i'm so afraid that's why it hurts so much#but i've written too much here. it hurts so much but even if it feels too similar to.. back then it's. not the same it's not the same#i've improved i've gone this far i've made friends i've made so much memories. but i'm so afraid that i'll fuck up again n#i think i'm like this bcs. oh ffs my dream told me basically that i really do think i already fucked up. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry#the past.. present. the future. too fast too much n it's just like before n that's. why i'm helpless to it. i can do better but this#i forgave them but maybe i haven't forgiven myself. entirely at least. so. the familiarity of this rn is keeping me frozen in place?#n then other stuff r so overwhelming too n fuck i don't want to think about this anymore i'll be fine i'm fine i can do this on my own#..no. i can't do that again. fuck i'm crying so much why does this feel the same as two years back#i'm sorry please don't forget me please don't leave me please tell me i didn't fuck up please don't tell me i did it again#i'm sorry i was doing better i was healing but i'm back to this again i know better but i can't do any more rn n i'm sorry i'm so sorry#fuck it i'll wipe away these tears. it feels so empty inside but i'll feel better somehow by the morrow. i don't want to be a burden nymore#i know it's bad n i don't want all my progress to be for naught but.. no i can't fuck this up again but i feel i alrdy have. i'm sorry. gn
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i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.
adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.
right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.
itâs a lot of pressure, is what iâm saying.
still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and iâd win. EZPZ.
i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.
i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.
so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.
coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."
and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.
still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.
i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.
so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went
...oh.
and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.
so i did.
i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.
i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.
it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:
*ptooie.* "that all you got?"
i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!
but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.
my coach did not.
i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.
"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"
and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said
"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."
which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.
and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.
fine.
but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.
and then he left.
and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."
but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.
and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.
he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.
and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.
#whew boy this make me anxious just typing it#wrestling#middle school#the dread#i feel like i have to write some stories about my grandpa not being a dick#because he was actually an amazing grandpa#he just had a few goofs are very comedic moments#and you know if you're gonna have a goof making it comedic is a virtue in itself#he was there for me more than a lot of my classmates dads were#and i dont want that undervalued#yeah#babylon-lore
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runaway bride (one-shot)
summary: on the day of your wedding, you find out that your maid of honor and husband-to-be has been hooking up behind your back... and you run directly into the arms of a stranger to help you cope with the sudden betrayal. pairing: old man!logan x fem!reader content warnings: smut (18+, mdni), oral - f receiving, dirty talk, manhandling, light choking, unprotected p in v sex (be safe folks!), doggy style, cowgirl, public sex in his limo, creampie but logan just keeps going, mentions of cheating (but not from logan), toxic relationship / friendship, implied age gap (but no mention of how old reader is), no use of y/n. word count: 3.6k a/n: ok, this is complete filth. i'm not even sure how this story came about or how it even came to mind, but here it is... i wanted to write old man logan so badly so what better way to do that is to write a smutty one-shot???
âAre you fucking serious?!â you exclaim, having opened the door to see your fiancĂ© and your maid of honor in a heated kiss, hands exploring each otherâs bodies. They both pull away from each other abruptly, eyes widening as the sudden realization of getting caught now settling in.
âBaby, itâs notââ
âFucking save it.â You remove your engagement ring and toss it in his general direction, tears trickling the corners of your eyes.Â
Your best friend tries to step forward, but you raise your hand in the air and glare at her. âDonât fucking get near me or I will lay you on your ass.â
âIâm sorryââ your fiancĂ© begins to say.
âWeâre done.â you interrupt, anger fuming in your veins. âYou can go out there and tell everyone that the weddingâs canceled because fuck you,â you tell him and then point to your maid of honor, your best friend of over fifteen years. âAnd fuck you.âÂ
You donât even bother to hear their protests, already having turned on your heel and left the building without telling anyone. You see two limos parked out front, knowing that one belonged to your bridal party and the other belonging to your fiancĂ© and his groomsmen. You donât have time to think which one was the limo you rode in, already wanting to leave far, far away from here.Â
Pulling open the door, you slide inside and then finally allow yourself to let the tears fall. You bury your face in your hands, your breaths coming in pants.Â
âJustâ Just take me anywhere else but here,â you tell the driver, looking up and expecting to see the same driver from this morning. When you realize itâs someone else entirely, you bite your lower lip and shake your head. Of fucking course you chose the limo that your fiancĂ© had been in.
âA bit early to be leaving your own wedding, isnât it?â he says, looking at you from the rearview mirror.
âYeah, well, the wedding is off. Can you just take me away from here?âÂ
Logan clears his throat. It doesnât take a genius to know what might have happened, but he also knows that youâre not the one who heâs meant to drive and heâs certainly aware that you arenât the one whoâs going to be paying him either.Â
âListen, darlinâ, Iâm supposed to be driving the groom andââ
âWell, he can go fuck himself. Can you please just drive?â
âLast I checked, heâs paying me and you ainât.â
âOh, heâs gonna still pay you. Now, drive.â you tell him, holding his gaze. âPlease.â
Logan stares at you. He isnât sure what exactly happened, but based on the conversations he heard the groom and groomsmen having earlier that morning, he has some idea that it had to do with the groom cheating on you. He just lets out a grunt and then starts the engine, pulling away from the curb and driving away from the venue.
He doesnât know where heâs supposed to go or where you want to go, so he just drives. Logan continuously looks at you from the rearview mirror, now fully taking in your features. Logan wasnât a man who ever cheated on a woman he was with; heâs always been so loyal, especially to the ones he cares about the most. He never understood why men (and women) cheat, why they just couldnât end the relationship if they were no longer happy.Â
He hears you sniffling from the backseat and Logan slowly comes to a stop at a red light. He turns his head to look at you from over his shoulder. âBub, you gotta tell me where you wanna go or else Iâm just gonna keep charging him.â
âGood. Letâs take a trip to fucking Mexico and make him pay for it,â you say through gritted teeth.Â
Logan lets out an amused chuckle and then presses lightly on the gas once the light turns green. He keeps one hand on the steering wheel as he uses his free hand to enter Mexico on his phone andâ
âWait, I wasnât serious.â
âNo? Then, where do you wanna go, darlinâ?â
âI donât know,â you whisper. âAnywhere but here.â you mumble to yourself.
Logan nods to himself and then sets his focus on the road ahead of him. He doesnât know where to go, but he does find that he doesnât want this ride to end. Even in the silence, he finds your presence soothing, comforting. He knows youâre having a shitty day â after all, you probably had woken up this morning expecting to be married by the end of today.Â
He does keep stealing glances at you, finding you completely captivating. Even when your eyes meet his from the rearview mirror, Logan feels like he had been caught staring and a blush slowly blooms across the side of his neck. Heâs too old to be feeling like this, like some kind of a teenager with a crush on the most beautiful girl whoâs out of his league.
âHow about some food?â Logan asks after driving for about twenty minutes. âAre you hungry?âÂ
âNo.â
âOkay,â he sighs. âWanna go to a bar? Drink your problems away?â
âNo.â
Logan tightens his jaw and then pulls into a gas station, putting the car in park as he turns around to look at you. You bite your lower lip, getting a good view of just how handsome your driver is. Heâs definitely older than you, gray in his beard and hair, crowâs feet at his eyes, but you canât help the attraction you feel towards him. Suddenly, youâre well aware that youâre staring too long at him because when you finally meet his eyes, heâs smirking.Â
âWhyâd we stop?â you ask.
âGotta fill up, especially if I donât know how long Iâll be driving you around,â Logan replies. âYou want anything from inside?âÂ
Just as the question leaves his lips, you climb out from the backseat and walk inside. Logan sighs and steps out of the limo as he follows you into the small store. He towers over you and he canât help but get a good look at the dress youâre wearing. You look so angelic, so beautiful and serene â how could anyone think that thereâs better than you?Â
âGet whatever you want,â Logan calls out and you suddenly turn around to look up at him. He watches your lower lip pull itself between your teeth, sees your eyes take in his frame from top to bottom, and suddenly, he feels very shy under your gaze. Logan clears his throat, eyes narrowing. âWhat?âÂ
âNothing,â you say, tilting your head up at him. âJust didnât think⊠Well, not all limo drivers look like you.âÂ
âNot all limo drivers are like me either,â he mutters to himself. âRight. Iâll be up at the front. Just meet me there once youâre ready.â Then, Logan turns on his heel and slowly limps his way to the front, only glancing over his shoulder to briefly look at you. Your backâs already turned as you reach for a few items in the freezer section.Â
After a few minutes, you meet Logan at the front of the store and drop two bottles of water and a cherry-flavored popsicle. Logan eyes you suspiciously, but you keep your eyes trained on your feet. He has to wonder if your mind is drifting to your fiancĂ©. Once Logan pays the cashier, he motions for you to walk ahead of him with a slight nod and then he follows you outside. Logan quickly limps to the door and opens it for you, staring down at you.Â
âHere,â you tell him, handing him one of the bottle of waters.Â
Logan arches a brow. âThanks,â he mumbles, the close proximity almost making him weak in the knees. His eyes deviate to your cleavage, clearing his throat when his mind begins to drift. All Logan can think about is seeing you come undone underneath him, trembling and moaning because of him. He has to take a step back, has to create some distance between your bodies.Â
You then remove the wrapping of the popsicle and then wrap your lips around it, the deep red popsicle now coloring your lips. You keep your eyes locked on his and smile mischievously before you climb back inside. Logan shuts the door once youâre inside, the image of your lips around the popsicle giving him a clear image of your lips wrapping around hisâ
He hears the window roll itself down and Logan quickly walks around to the other side to fill up the tank, not bothering to look into the backseat as he feels the center of his black pants begin to tighten with each passing second.Â
Logan hasnât been intimate in a very long time, his main concern being Charles and his own health, but you⊠Well, youâre stirring something in Logan that he thought lay dormant. He craves you and he knows that youâre also very vulnerable, having just ran away from your own wedding after finding out your fiancĂ© was cheating on you. Logan doesnât want to take advantage of you, despite sensing that you might want him too.Â
Once the tank is filled up, Logan then walks back to the driverâs seat and climbs in, starting the car. He looks at you from the rearview mirror, still sucking on the fucking popsicle with a dark gaze in your eyes.Â
âWhere to?â he says, not realizing how quiet his voice comes out.
âAnywhere.â
âMaking it real difficult for me, bub.â
You pull the popsicle away from your mouth a quiet pop! and then lets a small smile line your lips, deeply red from your cherry-flavored popsicle. Loganâs hands grip the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white and his claws threatening to come out as a result.Â
âFine. How about your place?âÂ
Logan lets out a quiet cough, not thinking that youâd be so forward and straight to the point. He shakes his head and then looks over at you from over his shoulder. âDonât think thatâs a good idea, darlinâ. Youâre only going to regret it andââ
âListen, I just found out my fiancĂ© and maid of honor were screwing around behind my back. The only regret I have right now is saying yes to marry that man and being friends with that woman. I donât think Iâm going to regret fucking you, though.â
Logan isnât used to women saying what they want as bluntly as you do and it excites him. He doesnât answer, just begins driving away from the gas station. Heâs so hard beneath his pants, glancing over at you and seeing your eyes locked completely on his. He pulls up into an abandoned parking lot and parks the car, thankful that the windows on his limo are tinted. Logan climbs out from the driverâs seat and then opens the door to the backseat, gently reaching out to take the popsicle from your hands and tossing it over his shoulder.Â
âLetâs have you suck something else, huh, darlinâ?âÂ
You grin and then gently tug on the lapel of his jacket, pulling him inside with you as you shut the door behind him. Youâre glad that the backseat of his limo is actually rather spacious because now that heâs hovering above you, he seems so much bigger than you, so much more broad. Your hands immediately move across his chest, feeling the chiseled muscles underneath your fingertips.
âI donât normally do this,â Logan groans, feeling your lips move along the side of his neck, teeth grazing his skin.
âAnd whatâs that? Fuck your passengers?âÂ
He growls lowly, moving his strong hands to your hips and pressing himself firmly against your lower half as he settles himself between your legs. âYou always got a mouth on you?âÂ
You smirk and pull the ends of your dress higher up your legs until you bunch it at your hips, your white lace panties in full view for him. âOnly when I want something.â
âYeah, and what do you want?â Logan asks, hands moving to play with the waistband of your panties.Â
âA distraction,â you grip the lapels of his jacket and bring him down to press your lips against his. He growls against your lips and tugs down your panties, hand moving quickly to your folds and running the length of his finger across your wet heat.Â
Logan slides two fingers into you, not giving you time to get used to his thick digits. You let out a quiet gasp, pulling away from his lips to toss your head back at the intrusion. Logan moves you to sit back against the seat as he lies on his abdomen, lowering himself until his head settles between your legs.Â
Your eyes widen at the sight of him between your legs, your fiancĂ© having never done this for you. When you feel his mouth latch onto your clit, his tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves repeatedly as his fingers thrust in and out you, you have to let out a loud moan. Your hands move to his hair, gripping it tightly as your arousal drips onto the leather seat.Â
Logan pulls his fingers out of you and laps at your juices. He stares up at you, watching as you toss your head back in ecstasy, your mouth agape as continuous moans escape your lips, and he can feel your walls begin to tremble, begin to tighten around his tongue. Logan knows his joints and muscles are going to ache after this, but he knows itâs going to be worth it. Knows that heâs going to want to do this again with you.Â
With his free hand, Logan undoes the buckle on his belt, followed by undoing the zipper and button on his pants. He pushes his slacks and boxers down his legs to relieve the pressure against his manhood. He pulls back to look up at you, his chin and beard dripping wet from your slickness.Â
âGonna fuck you now,â he growls.Â
âAbout fucking time.âÂ
Logan narrows his eyes and moves up your body, hand coming up to rest on your throat. He leans down and gently nips at your jawline until his forehead rests against yours, eyes staring deeply into your own.Â
âYou like this, donât you, bub?â Logan whispers huskily, the grip around your throat tightening to add a bit of pressure. You gasp, eyes staring up at him as you feel the tip of his length brush against you repeatedly. The grip around your throat only makes you wetter and you lift your hips impatiently, chasing his hardened length to slide down onto him.
âSo impatient,â he grins. Logan releases his grip around your throat and then grabs your hips, turning you over onto your stomach. He grabs you roughly, pulling you back into him as he grips the fabric of your dress. He pulls you to prop yourself on your hands on knees as he kneels behind you, gripping the base of his manhood as he rubs his tip along the length of your sex.Â
âPlease!â you say impatiently, trying to push back against him.Â
Logan smirks and then pushes himself into your tight heat, not wasting any time in filling you to the hilt. He groans at your wetness, at the warmthness of your walls, the tight hold it has around his girth. He pulls back to his tip, only to slam back into you. Logan was telling the truth that heâs never done this before. Driving had only been a way for him to get extra cash, to keep his mind busy, and he certainly didnât have time for this, but now he canât even imagine parting ways with you after this.Â
His thrusts continue, your walls sliding along his manhood and milking him with every movement. Logan moves to rest his chest firmly against your back, his lips hovering near your ear as you moan continuously with each thrust he delivers.Â
âThis what you wanted, huh, bub?â Logan growls, gently nipping at you earlobe. âWanted me to fuck you like this?â He thrusts roughly into you, his skin slapping against yours.Â
âYâYes!â you exclaim, slowly pushing your own hips back into his. Logan groans, leaning away from you and briefly pausing his movements to watch you move along him. He grunts to himself, lightly slapping your backside as he watches you push back against him.Â
Logan watches himself disappear within your depths, only to reappear when you pull back, his entire length glistening with your arousal. He groans to himself and gently pulls out of you. Youâre about to protest when he sits against the backseat and grabs you by the hips, placing you to sit on his lap. He grips your dress and rips it in half, causing a loud gasp of surprise to leave your lips.Â
âSorry,â he mumbles.Â
âFuck the dress,â you reassure him. âI didnât pay for it anyway.âÂ
Logan smirks and then feels you lower yourself down onto him, groaning at your tight walls wrapping itself once more around him. He reaches around and undoes your white lace bra, watching it fall from your body as you now sit firmly on his lap, completely naked and exposed for him.Â
âFuck me,â he grunts, watching your breasts bounce with your movements. He feels your hands begin to undo the buttons on his white button down shirt, removing it from his body. Today, he opted to forgo his usual white tank top, so when you lean in to press your chest against his, he canât help but groan at the sensation of your erect nipples pressing firmly against him.
Logan feels your walls begin to tremble with each movement and he leans in to press his lips against yours, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. With one hand, he moves to grip your throat lightly, sliding his tongue past your lips when you let out a loud moan. He stares up at you, thrusting his hips upwards when your body begins to shake and the grip around your throat only tightens a smidge to cause pressure.Â
Your eyes shut tightly and you reach down to grip his shoulders, slamming yourself firmly onto his lap as he feels you to the hilt. Logan doesnât falter his movements though, chasing his own release. It comes out of nowhere there, hand dropping from the grip around your throat to grab his base, thrusting upwards once, twice, before he pulls out to see his release trickle out of you.Â
Youâre breathing heavily and youâre looking at him with a small smile and hooded eyes. When he looks down between your legs, his come continuing to trickle down your leg, it only ignites a fire inside of him and he suddenly feels hard again.Â
âOne more, bub,â Logan growls. âOne more.â He thrusts his tip inside of you, grunting lowly before he slides back into you, hands gripping the meat of flesh on your thighs as he feels the stickiness of your arousal mixed in with his come against the base of his lower half.Â
Your nails dig into his shoulders, dragging them down his arms as your walls are already overly sensitive. Logan doesnât falter, but his thrusts do become more erratic. âOh god,â you whimper, trying to pull yourself away from him, but Logan holds you firm on his lap, making you take his assault on you.Â
You wanted a distraction and you were certainly getting it.Â
Logan leans up and gently nips at your jawline as he plants his feet on the floor of his limo, driving his hips further upwards. He does this a few more times before he holds you against him, releasing into you a second time as he paints your walls with his thick spend. Heâs breathing heavily, forehead resting against your chest as his hands on your thighs move to rest on your hips.Â
âI uh, fuck,â he mumbles. âI should have asked first andââ
âStop,â you interrupt. âI like that I can still feel you inside of me,â you smile, feeling him slowly pull out. Even though you miss his girth, his release remains and fills you up. You reach down to wipe the trickle of his come off your inner leg and capture it on the pads of your fingertips. You stare into his eyes and then bring your fingers to your lips, wrapping your lips around it and sucking his release off of it. âMmm, yum.â
Logan growls, feeling his length stir awake once more. âThat want you wanted?â he asks again. âA distraction?â
âYeah,â you nod. âBut I think Iâm gonna want more distractions from you.â
Logan smirks. âThat so, bub?â
âOh yeah, I need someone to help me through this breakup,â you say honestly. âAs long as thatâs okay with youâŠâ
Logan nods and then looks down at your exposed front, hand coming up to slowly knead your breast into the pit of his palm. âYeah, baby. Thatâs more than okay with me.â
You grin excitedly, letting out a quiet whimper. âSo⊠Your place then?â
âMy place,â he confirms. âBut how about you ride up front with me?âÂ
âYes, please. I do want a taste of you,â you bite your lower lip, hand moving to gently run your fingertip along the length of his manhood. âAnd I want to do it while youâre driving.â
Logan groans. âOh, youâre fucking naughty, arenât you?âÂ
You nod shyly, biting the inside of your cheek. âIâve been suppressed,â you admit. âMy sex life has been⊠boring, to say the least.âÂ
âBlessing in disguise,â Logan points out. âThank god youâre not getting married to a man who doesnât take care of your needs.â He leans in and then pecks your lips. âDonât worry, though, bub. Iâm happy to take care of you until then.âÂ
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Just Theo losing his mind over a tiny, little dress
theo nott x fem!reader
warnings: smut (this one's filthy, y'all)
The music blasting through the Slytherin common room was not only filling your ears, but your whole body too. It was running through your veins, every muscle and nerve consumed by the slow rhythm of the bass.
You were moving to the beat without a care in the world, lost in the flow, surrounded by warm bodies moving along the same melody.
Until a pair of hands found place on your hips, a presence making itself known behind you as your back collided with his chest.
You would've recognized that scent everywhere. A smirk grew on your lips.
Bingo.
âAre you trying to kill me, bambolina ?â his smooth voice reached your ears through the loud banging of some song you didn't quite recognize. (babydoll)
His hands were scorching hot on your hips, feeling them through the flimsy fabric of your dress. The way they wanted to touch, to feel, to own.
The grin on your lips widened.
Oh, he was so easy to tease.
You turned around, meeting his eyes. Their usual sky blue had become deeper, a storm in full swing. They were dark, hungry, and yet you could still find that glint of cockiness that never left his gaze.
Theodore Nott was as beautiful as he was devilish.
Good thing you knew how to take him. Metaphorically and physically speaking.
âDon't know what you're talking aboutâ you said, swaying your hips to the sultry rhythm and morphing your expression to one of fake cluelessness.
âReally ? I'm pretty sure you doâ the grin on his face was teasing but you could see the light clench of his jaw.
Trying to keep it cool, to keep control.
Unfortunately for him his eyes scanning every inch of your body betrayed him and his illusion of a collected behavior.
âYou don't like my dress ?â you asked, getting closer and circling his neck with your arms.
His hands were on your back, traveling up and down, tracing your skin through the fabric, memorizing every nook and curve of your body.
A shiver ran down your spine as he pulled you closer to him, chest to chest.
âYou have the nerve to ask me that ?â he uttered, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.
A chuckle left your lips.
âYou sound so affronted, Nottâ your hand slipped through his hair, combing them lightly while your bodies kept swaying to the music.
He closed his eyes in bliss, feeling your gentle fingers brush through his brown locks.
And then you pulled. A bit harsher, a bit rougher. Exactly how he liked it.
Theo groaned, his eyes snapping open as the grip on your hips became tighter.Â
His forehead touched yours as he leaned closer and closer.
âOh, you want to play with fire I seeâ he breathed mere inches away from your lips.
âMaybe I doâ you grinned, your tone challenging.
âAnd what happened to âI wouldn't touch you even if you were the last man on earthâ, dolcezza ?â he asked teasingly, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. (sweety)
Your cheeks warmed up the slightest bit.
Yes, you and Theo hadnât started off in the best of ways.
But things changed.
Especially after the most completely unexpected and undoubtedly best fuck of your life, courtesy of a very heated arguement between the two of you that ended with him buried deep inside of you while you basically chanted his name like a prayer.
You wished you could say it was a one time thing, a mistake.
But it wasnât.
Because soon you found out that no one made you feel better than him.
Your body craved his touch, you couldn't help it.
âWell, I didn't know the wonders that your mouth and your cock were capable of at the time, can you really blame me ?â you asked back, lifting an eyebrow.
âSo that's why you chose the tiniest, sexiest dress you own ? Cause you wanted to get your guts rearranged ?â he teased with a shit-eating smirk.
âWho knowsâ you shrugged your shoulders as a smug smile grew on your lips.
He huffed a laugh, shaking his head.
âYou'll be the death of me, bambolinaâ he mouthed right on your lips before leaning in. (babydoll)
And, fuck, that felt both like heaven and hell.
His mouth was soft and rough at the same time. Hungry, needy, pure fire that was consuming you. The taste of nicotine and alcohol mixed with a sweetness that you couldn't quite pinpoint, but it was there. And it was addicting.
You wanted more. You always wanted more when Theo was involved.
His tongue teased yours, playing his dirty little games.
Your mind went blank.
âYour room or mine ?â you asked, millimeters away from his lips.
âWhichever is the closest, I don't careâ he said hurriedly âNon vedo l'ora di strapparti questo cazzo di vestito di dossoâ (I can't wait to rip this fucking dress off of you)
You didn't understand a single thing of the Italian coming out of his mouth as he was busy leaving a trail of eager kisses down your neck, going so slow that your brain started to melt.
You had no idea of how you managed to arrive at your dorm, too engrossed in the feeling of having him so close to you.
But now there you were.
The door closed with a click, and after a second you felt him everywhere.
His hands in your hair, on your face, your neck, hips, thighs. Fucking everywhere.
Your back collided with the wall as he kissed you like he needed air and you were pure oxygen filling his lungs.
âYouâre a vixen, you know that ?â he whispered âmaking me lose my fucking mind moving your hips like thatâÂ
His lips were still on yours, his hands kneading the plush skin of your ass, making you hiss in pleasure.
âDidnât know I only needed a dress to make you go ballistic, Nottâ you muttered with a chuckle as he decorated your throat with slow, wet kisses.Â
âI couldnât give less than a shit about the dress, Y/n. You are the one making me go fucking feral, not this stupid piece of fabricâ he groaned against your skin.
âThen rip it the fuck off of me, why donât you ?â you said, whimpers leaving your mouth as Theo found the most sensitive spot on your neck, starting to tease it with his tongue, his teeth and that sinful mouth of his.
You felt his smirk right on your skin.
âAs you wish, bambolinaâ
 In a heartbeat you heard cloth being torn, shredded to pieces.
The air suddenly hitting your skin made goosebumps appear all over your body.
Your eyes snapped to his. The fire in them almost burned you, matching your own.
Lust and hunger filled every cell of your being, seeing the poor dress resting in pieces on the floor.
Because Theo had literally ripped it off.
You didnât think this man could get any hotter. Guessed you were fucking wrong.
âCazzo, sei una visione Y/n'' he whispered breathlessly. (Fuck, you're a vision Y/n)
His eyes ran all over your figure, taking in every curve, every inch of your body, imprinting it in his memory forever.
Then he began his journey of torture.
He started with his lips on yours, nibbling and sucking slowly, seductively, proceeding along your jaw, traveling down and reaching your neck, kissing the skin that was already turning a dark red from his previous attentions.
He stopped briefly at your shoulder, delicately removing your bra as the pads of his fingers brushed your skin tenderly.
He left his marks all over you.
On your shoulder, your collarbones, on your breasts teasing your sensitive nipples with his tongue before sucking gently, grazing them with his teeth and sending bolts of electricity throughout your entire body.
His lips were soft, but they left a burning path everywhere they touched.
Moans and whimpers left your mouth with each and every caress of his skin on yours.
He kept giving attention to every single centimeter of your figure, going down and down until he sank on his knees.
The sight of him kneeling in front of you with that deep, dark look in his eyes turned you on like nothing ever did before.
âThis might be my favorite angle of you, you know ?â you confessed, your fingers combing through his brown waves.
You felt him grin against your hip bone, kissing it right after.
âIs it ?â his tone was teasing, playful, as he traced your skin with his lips âwhen Iâm on my knees ?â another kiss lingered on your hip âright at your mercy ?âÂ
âShit- yeahâ you choked out a whimper as his mouth got closer and closer to your core.
The grip on his hair tightened and he let out a deep moan.
âWell, thatâs good to know, princessâ he said simply âcause this is my favorite place to be. Right between your thighsâ and then he left a soft kiss directly on your clothed heat before sliding your panties down your legs.
A needy moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.
âYou're perfect. You're so fucking perfectâ he whispered in awe, completely drunk on the sight of your naked body.
âTheoâŠâ you whined.
âYes, baby ?âÂ
Fuck, that word made your stomach churn in the best way possible.
âJust fucking get to itâ you said urgently.
A cocky smile appeared on his face as he started to slowly get up, placing kisses here and there, making his journey back to your lips.
You whined, missing the feeling of his mouth lingering on your most sensitive spot.
âYouâre needyâ he whispered in your ear, making you shiver.
âYouâre torturing meâ you bit back, breathless and impertinent.
âOh, so you can tease me in front of our whole House, but I canât have my little fun when itâs just us ? Seems a bit unfair, tesoroâ he mocked you lightheartedly with the most irritatingly hot smirk. (darling)
âWipe that smug little smile off your face Nott, I can't stand itâ you said, the annoyance in your tone as clear as the lust in it, too.
âCanât stand it ?â he asked sensually, his breath tickling your ear before looking you in the eyes with that sinful grin that made you go feral âthen why donât you sit on it, bambolinaâÂ
His gaze was dark, the blue of his eyes completely swallowed up by blackness.
The breath got knocked out of your lungs. Hot liquid desire filled your veins.
Your entire body was consumed by him, every single cell screaming his name.
And who were you not to listen ?
âLay down thenâ you said with a devilish grin, pushing him backwards until his knees hit the bed frame, forcing him to sit down.
You wasted no time and straddled his hips, your naked body flashed aginst his still clothed one.
âFucking hellâ he mumbled on your mouth as you dived in to kiss him hungrily, tongue brushing his in a filthy dance.
His hands gripped your lower back so tightly you were sure there wouldâve been bruises in the shape of his handprints the following day.
And you couldnât wait to fucking see them.
 âSomething wrong, pretty boy ?â you taunted, coating his neck with kisses, swiping your tongue over the skin and making him groan in pleasure.
âI have you naked on my lap, Y/n, nothing could be more rightâ he said, looking at you directly in the eyes with a smile and his usual cocky attitude.
âWhy donât you take off some clothes too, mh ?â you muttered, breaths away from his lips "Preferably all of them"
âGet rid of them, thenâ he answered you with a challenging glint in his deep blue eyes, and a sardonic smile.
You smirked, fisting both sides of his shirt and pulling harshly.
Buttons flew everywhere as you ripped the shirt open, finally exposing his perfectly chiseled chest to your eyes. Your hands ran all over his torso, tracing every hard and soft surface with fleeting touches.
God, Quidditch practice really had its benefits.
âNow weâre evenâ you said, kissing his lips again, referring to the dress he had shredded to pieces not too long ago.
Then your fingers traveled down, reaching the hem of his pants and brushing his half hard cock playfully through the fabric.
He hissed in pleasure, but as soon as you tried to unbutton them he stopped you.
âThat can wait, baby. I need to taste you firstâ he purred in your ear before laying down completely, his back colliding with the soft mattress of your bed.
âImpatient, are we ?â you mocked him lightheartedly, but as soon as you felt his hands on lower back, massaging the soft skin, urging you to crawl on his body and come closer until your core was right in front of him, glistening with desire, the smile on your face was replaced by a moan.
âWhen it comes to you ? Alwaysâ he smiled, leaving a trail of steamy, open mouthed kisses on the tender skin of your inner thighs.
A pathetic sob left your throat.
He was going so achingly slow you were starting to lose your goddamn mind.
âSeems to me that youâre taking your sweet fucking time, insteadâ you snapped impetuously.
He was teasing you mercilessly, and you couldnât stand it.
âIâll take all the time I need if it means that I get to see you being a needy mess before my tongue even touches youâ he sneered against your skin, mouth getting closer and closer to where you needed it the most, but never close enough.
âTheo, pleaseâ you cried as your hands swiped through his brown locks, spread on the pillow like a halo, eliciting him to do something, anything to give you at least some sweet relief.
âSei cosĂŹ bella, cazzoâ he whispered as his eyes shined with an earnestness that you had never seen in them âe sei tutta per meâ. (You're so beautiful, fuck)(and you're all mine)
And then finally, finally he stuck his tongue out dragging it over your folds to get a long awaited taste.
The groan that came out of his mouth sent delicious vibrations to your clit, making your whole body squirm.
âOh fuckâ you moaned as he started to devour you messily.
He ate you out like he had been starving for weeks and you were his first meal, like he was born for it and his place was right there, between your legs. He licked and kissed and sucked all over your sensitive core, pleasuring you like no one else ever could, making you feel everything.
You writhed above him.Â
Loud, shaky whines left your lips as he made out with your cunt shamelessly and sloppy, coating his face with your essence and feasting hungrily.
When his lips wrapped around your clit you whailed.
The whole castle probably heared you even through the music of the party that was taking place downstairs, but you couldnât care less.
Because Theo was beneath you, eating you out so perfectly and filthily that all you could think about was his mouth on you.
âSo sweet. You taste so sweet, Y/nâ he said right against your throbbing core, making you shiver. Your hands on his hair tightened their grip, using it as leverage to move your hips back and forth faster, desperately.
âTheo- shit, baby-â you couldnât even talk.
You were close. You were so close that you felt the familiar tension building up, ready to explode.
And apparently he did too, because his mouth started to work faster, licking and lapping at an unforgiving pace.
âGo ahead, baby. Make a mess on my faceâ he wrapped his lips around your clit one more time and he sucked, sending you over the edge.
The coil in your tummy snapped, your vision turning white as waves of pleasure washed all over you, making your ears ring and your eyes roll back in ecstasy.
The moans coming out of your mouth were dirty, raw.
The movement of your hips slowed down as Theo kept dragging his tongue over your folds slowly, carefully, licking you clean and paying attention not to overstimulate you, but not letting even one single drop of your sweet essence go to waste.
Once you got down from your high and your brain started to regain its ability to form coherent words you shifted your gaze downwards, finding Theo looking at you while his hands caressed your legs tenderly.
âThere you are. I thought I broke you for a secondâ he smiled, teasing lightheartedly.
You huffed a sneer as you crawled backwards with shaky legs, going back to straddle his hips rather than his face.
âDon't get too confident, Nott. It's not a good lookâ you bit back with a smile that matched his.
A chuckle left his lips as he lifted his torso to sit up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
He kissed you softly, delicately, making your stomach flip.
âEverything ok ?â he asked on your lips while he tucked a rogue strand of hair behind your ear, stroking your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.
And there it was, the thing that made you so confused about Theodore Nott.
It was in moments like these when you forgot that the guy in front of you, who gave you the best head of your life and was an actual fucking excellent lover was the same guy you used to have daily insulting sessions with.
Muggles had a saying, you heard.
âThere's a thin line between hate and loveâ
And you were sure that that line had been all kinds of blurry since Theo had put his lips on you for the first time.
Or, maybe, even before. You didn't want to think about it.Â
The possibilities of that revelation being true made your stomach knot up.
So you put them to the side, and focused back on him.
âYesâ you answered, your fingers buried in the hair at the base of his neck, massaging reassuringly âIâm ok. More than ok, evenâÂ
âHow about your legs ?â he asked, placing soft kisses on your shoulder.
âIs this some new way to ask me if I still have some remaining strength to ride you ?â you teased, narrowing your eyes mischievously.
âWould you believe me if I said it isn't ?â he questioned playfully, lifting an eyebrow and tightening his embrace on you.
âNot really, noâ you said unconvinced, your face opened up in a smile.
âGuessed soâ he shook his head in amusement, his eyes glinting in the dim light of your room.
âUnfortunately for you my legs are sore, so no ridingâ you admitted, your smile turning smug âbut that doesn't mean that you can't fuck me in any other position know to manâ
His hands on your hips tightened their grip.
âIs that so ?â he taunted, his eyes turning hungry again, the fire in them reaching the deepest parts of your soul âthen tell me bambolina, how would you like me to take you apart tonight ?âÂ
âHowever you wantâ you smirked, leaning in to kiss him again, swiping your tongue on his lower lip before biting the plump skin provocatively âgo ahead pretty boy, make me cry on your cockâ
His eyes got impossibly darker, hungrier. Ravenous.
âThen get on all fours for me, princessâ he rumbled lowly, looking at you like he wanted to devour you whole.
You wasted no time as you kept your mouth glued to his, getting off his lap and flipping your positions. You crawled backwards a little, Theo following you as he chased your lips until you were completely laying down with him above you.
His hands caressed your hips, moving down to trace the skin of your thigh, making goosebumps appear all over your body.
Your fingers traveled everywhere, feeling the heated skin against your pads. They caressed his chest, his shoulders, his back, until they reached the hem of his pants, unbuttoning them with a swift move.
âImpatient, are we ?â he teased you, using your own words against you.
His lips latched to your neck, one hand on the mattress holding his weight and the other sliding his trousers down together with his underwear.
âLess talking and more undressing, Nottâ you urged as your hands went to his hair, massaging his scalp, making him groan.
He pulled away from you just enough to take away his pants completely, leaving him naked.
Your eyes took in his perfectly sculpted lean body, and you clenched your legs unconsciously at the sight of his hard cock.
He didn't say anything to you eyeing him up like you wanted to swallow him whole, he just smirked. But the look in his eyes told you that he knew every naughty little thought you were having in that moment.
Your cheeks heated up, and you turned around facing the mattress propped up on your elbows, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you that flustered.
You had seen him naked countless times, and yet his body still had that maddening effect on you.
The bed dipped with every move he made, getting closer to you again, until you felt his breath on your ear, chuckling.
âGoing shy on me now, tesoro ?â he asked playfully, leaving a kiss on that sensitive spot that made you squirm. (darling)
âShut upâ you said weakly, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth leaving a path of steamy kisses along your back, causing your whole body to shiver in pleasure.
He stopped right over the little dimples on your lower back, kissing them tenderly.
âReady ?â he asked to make sure.
You didn't answer him, you just lifted your ass up, bending your knees and arching your back in the most sinful way you could master.
âReadyâ you confirmed with a smug smile, hearing him groan in pleasure.
You turned your head a little, enough to see him stroking his cock at the sight of your exposed cunt, right at his mercy.
âYou and your perfect body will be the death of meâ you hear him whisper before feeling his hands on your ass.
His tip teasing your entrance made you moan pathetically.
He went slow, so achingly slow that you wanted to cry, feeling him burying himself deeper and deeper inside of you, inch by inch. Until he bottomed out completely, head to base, filling you up so good that you wanted to scream.
âFuck-â you moaned âfuck, fuck, fuckâ broken sobs left your lips as you felt him throbbing inside of you.
âShit- baby, you're tightâ he said through gritted teeth, feeling your warmth around him and trying so hard not to cum on the spot, hearing all the filthy sounds you were making.
âMoveâ you practically begged âTheo, please. Just moveâÂ
As soon as the words left your mouth his hips started to thrust, setting a slow and steady pace, making you adjust to his size without hurting you.
The head of his cock brushed your cervix with every prod, sending bolts of electricity to every nerve of your body.
But it wasn't enough.
You wanted more. You needed more.
âHarderâ you blurted, half begging and half demanding âI'm not gonna break, Theo. Fuck me. HarderâÂ
Not a word left his mouth, but suddenly you saw stars. His hips snapped ruthlessly inside of you, knocking the air out of your lungs, making you scream his name.
You buried your face in the pillows, trying to muffle the sound of your wails. But then you felt Theoâs chest colliding with your back and his arms around your torso, pulling your upper body up with him while he still fucked into you mercilessly.
âVoglio sentirtiâ he whispered in your ear, breath rugged and broken by the intensity of his hips plunging inside of you âvoglio che l'intero cazzo di castello sappia chi Ăš che ti scopa cosĂŹ beneâ (I want to hear you)(I want the whole castle to know who's fucking you this good)
You didn't understand a single word coming out of his mouth, but you knew it had nothing to do with the language he was using and everything to do with his cock splitting you in half.
Your body was on fire, every muscle and nerve consumed by pleasure, corroded by lust.
You were close again.
Your arm reached behind you, pulling Theoâs head closer.
The position was awkward, making the kiss even more filthy, a mess of tongues and teeth.
âGod- Theo, I'm closeâ you moaned against his mouth.
One hand holding your body flashed against his, the other going to tease your clit with slender fingers.
You were right there, his fingers drawing circles on that little bundle of nerves faster and faster.
âCum for me, bambolinaâ was what he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin as your orgasm hit you.
The world stopped, every single thing ceased to exist except for the exploding pleasure in your veins and the feeling of Theoâs heated and sweaty skin on yours.
The clench of your cunt squeezing his cock sent him over the edge too, painting your walls white while a strangled moan escaped his lips.
Getting down from your high you collapsed on the bed.
With your breath labored and short, your body numb and your head in the clouds you placed your head on Theo's chest as his arm wrapped around you.
Was it weird to cuddle with the guy who used to get on your nerves more than anything else ? Most definitely.
Was it also weird to fuck said guy and wanting to sometime still punch his ridiculously handsome face at the same time ? Absolutely.
Did you care ? Not one bit.
âYou owe me a shirtâ he blurted out after his breath turned back to normal again, stroking your hair absent-mindedly.
âYou owe me a dressâ you retorted back, feeling his heartbeat slowing down right under your ear.
âShopping at Hogsmeade next weekend ?â he asked nonchalantly, like he hadn't just dropped a bomb on you.
Your eyes widened beyond measure.
âPardon ?â your voice went several tones higher than usual, in complete disbelief from the words that had just reached your ears.
âCalm down, bambolina. No need to get all flusteredâ he chuckled, but rather than mocking it seemed endeared âyou'll buy me a new shirt and I'll buy you a new dress. Deal ?âÂ
You had no idea what to answer.
But in the end you accepted.
âDealâÂ
It wouldn't be weird...right ?
He lives in my mind rent free, I can't help it.
Hope you enjoyed đ
#harry potter#harry potter smut#slytherin boys#slytherin boys smut#theodore nott#theodore nott smut#theo nott#theo nott smut#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x you#theo nott x reader#theo nott x you#mattheo riddle#tom riddle#draco malfoy#blaise zabini#lorenzo berkshire
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hi! i recently read the grave of lust and fr stared at the wall after to process it because holy shit. the way you write logan is impeccable & beautiful. old man logan deserves so much more love, like heâs so FINE. that being said! i saw your requests were open for logan đ i have this hc that old man logan especially would be really into dry humpingâŠ& iâd love to read your take on that in a little drabble or whatever youâre up for!
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note: thank you darling!! i don't know what it is about that old man that makes me want to jump on him. and when he wears his glasses? i'm done for. sign me up for being his whore - IMMEDIATELY. also it's a drabble, but also i couldn't stop myself from adding that gif.
word count: 0.8k
pairing: old man!logan howlett x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, dry humping, old man logan who takes it slow in life, aching bones, sweat, again he's filthier when he's older.
He eases you through it. Each kiss soft and languidâhis hands a heavy press against the meat of your hips. A long day spent outside left the both of you withered by the scorching heat of the sun. The weariness lingered on your bones, wringing you free of what little energy you managed to hold onto.
"We gotta shower baby," he mumbles, his words a soft puff of air on your cheek.
Sweat still clings to the back of your neck, sticky and warm. And Logan bets if he drags his tongue along your throat he could taste the salt directly off your skin. The sweetness of it, a drug he couldn't resist.
The many times you claimed to like him like thisâsweaty and hot from a day's workâhe laughed. Just another sugar coated jumble of words to make him smile, to give him something to be happy about. He started to believe you the second you clambered into his lap, sitting pretty and soft on his thick thighs. Fingers now a tight latch in his hair as he shifted you closer.
"Not yet," you whisper.
His argument is on the tip of his tongueâready to release with a tap to your ass. Your hips dragging heavy along his cuts him off from every saying the words. The groan that rips from his chest is loud. Unhinged and desperate. And you smile into his skin knowing you have him right where you want him.
"You're gonna fuckin' kill me one day."
"You're not dead yet old man."
He grunts, fingers a deep dig into your hips, and drags you across his lap again. There's no denying the delicious ache that begins to tug at his body at the feeling of you grinding on his growing cock. You whimper in his neck and tug at the back of his hair and Logan yearns to keep you right there for the rest of the fucking day.
Fuck taking a shower. He's only getting messy the second your own and naked for him to play with.
"Think you can cum for me bub?"
Working your hips over him in quick thrusts causes your legs to stutter, muscles pulling tight with al scream of protest. The soft heat of a building release teases at your cunt. A rhythmic pulse each time your jeans catch perfectly against your clitâhis body strong and hard beneath you.
You wonder if he's leaking into his jeans. If his cock is that exquisite color of deep red that led right along the thick vein you could practically taste.
The sharp groan echoes in the small living room, his chest rumbling beneath you with each quick panted breath. Your lips find their way back to his in a wet and sloppy kiss you feel down to your toes. His tongue is a hot press inside your mouthâhips jerking up to meet you with each thrust.
Until you can no longer deny that you're about to cum right fucking now and you want him to do the same. Biting down on his lip, you suck it into your mouth as he fucks up into you like the clothes no longer exist. The barriers disappear, his touch isn't clutched into your t-shirt and yours isn't lost in his white beater. You can practically feel his cock plunge into your soaked cunt.
The thought leaves you panting, begging for more.
"I'm gonnaâ"
"I know," he growls, his hips a rapid drag along yours. "Let go, yeah? I'll fuck ya right after this."
His cock jolts in his jeans and that does it. You're moaning into his mouth, clamping tight around nothing, and trembling on his lap as if he'd just fucked your second, third, and fourth orgasm from you. It's debilitating how that sucks everything out of you. How muscles you didn't know were real now shouted at you in pain.
You pull back fast enough to see his eyes fall shut, lips parting in a hoarse shout as he grinds his hips up into you one last time. Spurting directly into the denim he'd have to chuck in the wash minutes after this.
The sigh he lets out is heavy. All the energy he had left to get in the shower, now withers into the couch cushions. And if he was a younger man, he'd fuck you on them minutes after this. He'd peel the clothes off your sweaty body and lick the mess between your thighs clean.
He'll be lucky if he can open his eyes to see you though.
"Nap?" you ask softly, head burrowing into the junction of his neck and shoulder. A place solely meant for you.
"Mm." He sighs again, hands sliding up your back. "Shower."
"Loganâ"
"Then a nap."
The laugh you muffle against the skin of his shoulder is answer enough for him.
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I'm just imagining the 141 looking for a medic because all of the ones they sign on keep dying or getting poached by other task forces. And you're a baby medic who is shadowing your higher rank and well esteemed teacher (who is actually the one on the 141's radar). But something goes horribly wrong...
You've done everything you possibly can but he's still drowning in his own blood.
He's tried walking you through everything through wheezing, wet breaths. He has a knowing look in his eye, this isn't working and it won't work. You're in the EVAC helicopter, but the time it'll take to get you back to base is too long.
"I-I'm sorry." You whimper, tears forming on your lashes. "I'm not a very good student."
Your mentor smiles sadly, his eyes glassy. He was always sweet to you when he was no nonsense with everyone else.
"You're doing great, kid." He huffs, blood leaking out the corner of his mouth. He winces and sputters up more but you're there. You try to fill up his vision and give him something to focus on. "People crash. Don't give up on 'em till it's over."
You cradle his head, memorize every wrinkle, scar, and patch on his kit. And then, it hits you.
He's right, its not over yet.
You rip through your medical supplies with shaking hands. It feels like it takes forever but it's merely seconds before you're sticking a needle from your vein into his. You watch the bag as it quickly fills with your blood before entering into him.
Your mentor chuckles and shakes his head weakly. This is nowhere near anything he taught you. But he knows it might just save his life since you're both the same blood type.
You go through multiple more needles releasing pressure on his lungs until he's even more stable than before. He finally has a shot and that's all that matters.
You're so close. Fifteen minutes out when he starts to crash again. You've exhausted everything. Your medical supplies are dwindling. You have no more blood to give. Your teacher just continues to smile at you. And he keeps smiling at you and he keeps smiling at you. You rub at his face, his eyes are far away. You feel for his pulse.
You scream.
It's not one of fear, but a deep, mournful cry. You turned your comms off forever ago but you know everyone could hear you, even through the wind. It carries your scream off and away as the heli's motors clip around you. You feel empty. He was supposed to teach you more. He was supposed to live.
You scream again and throw yourself over him. You sob and scream and grab at him, trying desperately to look for vitals. You know you won't find one but you're delirious. He's supposed to live! You did everything right!
Tears blur your vision but you notice someone out of the corner of your eye. It's one of the members of a different task force assigned to help your squad with this now terribly failed mission. He's their Captain, you think. He tries to reach down but you hiss at him. You don't care about rank. You don't care about the social ramifications. You scream to be heard over the wind.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"
The man's eyes soften. You don't imagine what you look like. You probably look wild, feral, gnashing your teeth and growling. You don't care. He's YOUR teacher, he's YOUR responsibility. Quite frankly, you don't trust any of the other strangers watching you. You hiss at them too. Then you cry again.
You bury your face into your now dead mentor's chest and sob.
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The look in your eye is like nothing he's ever seen before in a medic.
Price had watched you exhaust every possible avenue to save your superior's life. When all else failed you gave him your own blood. And when he finally succumbed to his injuries you threw yourself over him, not allowing anyone or anything to get close.
Even when they arrived on base, when your other superiors tired to swoop in, you stood your ground.
"I don't care! Even in death he's MY patient!" You yelled at your own Captain.
And surpisingly, they let you take care of him to the end. They even let you escort his body to the morgue. It's where Price finds you hours later.
You sit in a rusty old folding chair just outside the morgue doors. Your eyes are glazed over, far away, and still brimming with tears. He kneels in front of you to get on your level. He doesn't say anything, just waits for you to finally see him. You blink slowly and look up at him.
"I-I'm sorry..." You apologize. "I d-didn't mean t-"
"It's alright, Love." He hums and offers you a tight smile. "I understand."
He pats your knee in a fatherly way before standing up. His knees pop and he winces. You immediately stand up, your eyes searching him up and down.
"S' alright, I promise. Just a lil' stiff s' all." He soothes. "I need you to come with me."
He notices how your pretty lil' eyes widen. He shakes his head and offers a hand to help you out of the chair.
"You're not n' any trouble, sweetheart. I just want to talk with you."
He looks down at you with a knowing, sweet smile.
Your commitment is exactly what he's looking for.
#cod imagines#mw2#call of duty#mw2 headcanons#cod mwii#captain price#price x reader#captain john price#john price
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the same thing ă»â„ă»b. barnes
summary: during a mission, you put yourself in harm's way to protect bucky. back at the avengers compound, he wants to know why. | 1.4k words, angst with a happy ending
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"You should be resting."
You don't turn your head as the familiar voice comes from behind you, too focused on the delicate art of making the perfect sandwich to look away. You are a woman on a mission. "I was hungry."
A few seconds later, he's standing next to you, leaning back against the countertop with arms folded across his broad chest. "It's been less than twelve hours since they patched you up."
He's not going to stop hovering, you realize, because that's what Bucky does when he's worried.
"Want half?" Maybe you can distract him with food.
He regards the towering monstrosity on the cutting board and the chaotic layers of meat, cheese, and veggies sticking out at all angles.
You can't help but grin as you slap another slice of bread on top. "A quarter, then?"
Bucky has the audacity to look offended. "I'm not eating that thing."
You cradle the plate in your left hand, holding the sandwich with your right, and give him a pointed look. "Your loss."
Bucky just watches, arms still crossed, as you take a huge bite. His blue eyes remain narrowed, his mouth pressed into a thin line. He's like a one-man intervention waiting to happen. You shrug and wander over to the kitchen table.
Sitting down is a bit of an effort. The wound on your side pulls as you slowly lower yourself onto the chair, but if you can keep from grimacing too hard, Bucky won't be able to tell, will he?
Your smile probably gives you away. He narrows his eyes further. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I'm hungry?"
"No." Bucky takes a step forward. "I meant why did you get between me and that shot?"
Good question. The answer is embarrassing and you'd sooner walk barefoot over hot coals than tell him the truth.
"Hm?"
Another step. "I have superhuman healing powers."
"I'll live."
"It was stupid."
"You're ruining myâow," you mutter, dropping the sandwich as you instinctively put your hand over your bandage. There goes the carefully maintained poker face. You force yourself to remove your hand and look up at Bucky with what you hope is an innocent expression, even as your side throbs in protest. "My sandwich. You're ruining my sandwich. Are you sure you don't want a bite?"
Bucky is too smart to take the bait. He moves around the table, coming to stand in front of you. The whole 'arms-crossed-stern-glare' thing again. It would be intimidating if you didn't know him so well.
"You could've been killed," he's like a dog with a bone, you swear.
"But I wasn't," you say pointedly. "I'm fine."
"Fine? You were shot."
"Will you just let it go? It doesn't even...hurt...that much," you lie.
It will take a while for the super-soldier serum in your blood â a weaker variation of the same stuff that runs through Bucky's veins â to kick in and accelerate your healing.
Bucky exhales. He looks about ready to give you an earful, but then his gaze shifts and he notices the way you're holding your side, how stiffly you're sitting.
You move your traitorous hand away like you've been burned.
"How bad is it?"
"Huh?" you say in a deliberately casual tone. "It's...totally fine. Not bad, really. Don't worry. I don't even feel it."
There's the reason why you've never been a spy. You can't lie to save your life, apparently.
Or maybe just not to Bucky.
"Okay. It hurts, like, just a little bit...likeâlike not even hurts hurts, just..." you trail off with a grimace as he comes closer. "More of an itch?"
"An itch?" Bucky sounds dubious.
"More of a burn," you concede. "A...mildly annoying but totally manageable sort of a burn."
"You are a terrible liar."
"Okay, so it hurts," you snap, the last vestiges of your patience vanishing. "I have an extensive hole in my side, I get it. It's notâI don't want you to feel bad about it. It's really not terrible, I can take it."
Bucky shakes his head. "What if it had been worse? What if they'd shot you somewhere vital?"
"They didn't."
"But what if they had?"
"Then I would have died!"
Bucky looks at you like you just kicked him. "Yeah. That's what I'm trying to say."
You open your mouth, then close it.
"You think I want that?" he asks softly.
"No." You suddenly feel very small. "Of course not, I just...just..."
"Just what?"
"I don't know," you admit with a sigh. "It's just that you are...people need you, you know? And you have a life, people who care about you, but I'm just..."
A nobody. A girl with no past, who can barely make sense of her present.
"...it would be better if it was me. That's all."
"It would never be better if you were hurt."
"Buckyâ"
"You don't get it, do you?" he asks in a low voice. "People need you too."
You roll your eyes. "Please. You mean the team?"
"Me," Bucky says pointedly. "You think it's easy for me? When you get hurt? It kills me."
The sandwich lays forgotten on the table, squashed flat under your clasped hands. "It...kills you?"
He just looks at you for a long moment.
Your heart flutters in your chest. You have a sudden, intense urge to break the silence with a terrible joke, a quip, something light and witty to dispel the heaviness in the air and make this moment go away. But before you can open your mouth, Bucky shakes his head.
"You kill me."
Okay, that's not where you thought this was going. "What?"
"When you say stuff like that. When you make it sound like you don't matter, like it's okay for you to get hurt. Or worse. It's not."
Oh.
"Bucky," you try again, with a more serious tone. "I don'tâ"
"Stop saying that," he cuts you off.
You realize your mouth is still hanging open and snap it shut.
"You want to know what I think?" Bucky is so close now you could reach out and touch him, if you were brave enough. "I think that you got this...thing in your head, that you're not good enough, or strong enough, or that you're broken somehow. I think that you forget that it's okay to want things. I think that maybe you think nobody needs you. That no one wants you."
You swallow. You're afraid to say anything, to move, because your heart is hammering against your ribs and Bucky is looking at you like he can see straight into your soul.
"But I do."
"Do...what?" you whisper.
"Want you."
It's the last thing you expect to hear. "Bucky, you don't mean that."
His voice drops an octave. "Don't tell me what I mean."
Your cheeks are burning. You feel pinned under his gaze. Your side is throbbing again and you have a mouthful of butterflies and it's all just too much.
You move to get up but only make it halfway before the wound pulls again and you wince. "Shit."
"Where do you think you're going?" Bucky reaches out to help you, one hand braced against your shoulder as you sink back down into the chair. His expression has softened. "You need to rest."
You really want to kiss him right now.
It's the closest he's ever been to you, perhaps. You can feel his breath on your face.
"I need to...? You really confuse me, Barnes."
"How so?"
"Well, first you tell me that I kill you, and then you say you want me. It's kind of a mixed messageâ"
"I'm not interested in being just friends with you," Bucky cuts you off abruptly. "Is that clear enough?"
Your lips part but nothing comes out. There's a warm, tingling sensation in your chest and you suddenly can't breathe properly. "That'sâyouâ"
Bucky smirks, just a little. He looks almost...proud of himself? Like he's happy he's rendered you speechless for once.
You decide to take a page from his book and put him on the spot. "And what do you think I want?"
"I don't know," he murmurs, leaning even closer. "But I hope it's the same thing."
His lips brush against yours, soft and gentle. He pulls away and you want to chase after him but then he's back again and kissing you harder this time, all teeth and tongue and ragged breathing and heat.
You close your eyes. Your head is spinning and you can't get enough air but you're kissing him back now, both hands coming up to fist in his shirt, holding on for dear life.
His mouth trails down your neck, leaving hot kisses along your jawline. You let out a breathy sigh.
"Is that...supposed to help me heal faster, mhm?"
Bucky just smiles against your skin.
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Still Yours
idol!mingyu x fem!reader
Warnings: kissing, cursing, grinding, lots of sexual tension, explicit smut, protected sex (missionary), fingering (f.), low-key rough sex, scratching, teasing, they're so cute and domestic ugh, teensy bit (a lot) of angst cuz i can't live without it, if you realllyy read into it itâs a lil toxic but theyâre so cute đȘ
Summary: When youâre with him, the time around you ceases to exist. Youâve got your own little bubble thatâs immune to reality where heâs just yours.
Word Count: 5.1k
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(a/n: i usually don't read/write content where they idols because I'm simply not a fan. but i read a jk fic like this recently and it was a masterpiece. to say the least i was inspired so shout out to that author and i hope you enjoy)
The cool outside air fills your lungs as you step onto the sidewalk. Itâs not cold, just fresh and cool enough to rejuvenate you from the hot sweaty air from inside of the club.
Itâs a lot emptier out here, it helps to clear your mind. Thereâs only two or three other people out here, having a smoke in silence or waiting impatiently for an uber.
Your mind is still just a little bit muggy from the alcohol coursing through your veins, but being outside has instantly given you clarity.
You just couldnât be in there any longer. The guy at the bar just could not take a hint. He was cute too, the type of guy you would typically be interested in. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât interested in him at first.
But then halfway through your conversation and his hand touched your lower back, the guilt settled in. It suddenly felt so wrong. The guy in the clubâs hand didnât feel the same as when he does it.
Almost instantly, it registered in your mind. This stranger didn't compare. He had nothing on the guy who really has your heart.
The famous idol who doesn't hesitate to answer your phone calls or cook for you when you're hungry.
This guy was a nobody.
One phone call and youâd have so much better.
The stranger clearly didnât pick up on your shift in energy, probably too drunk to notice how you started to pull away. You were suddenly uninterested in anything he had to say and it was exhausting to have to fake laugh and smile as you tried to make excuses as to why you werenât going home with him tonight.
But he was persistent and suddenly felt too touchy. He probably wasn't touching you as much as you thought, but you were suddenly so aware of him that it felt wrong with him being so close. His very presence alone was irritating. You finally caught the attention of one of your friends and gave her the âSOSâ look. She drunkenly stumbled over to you and pulled away from the conversation somewhat smoothly.
You thanked her before letting her know you were stepping out to get some fresh air.
But now it's a little after one in the morning and your thoughts are clouded with him. Your mind begins to wander to the moments you've shared over the past few years. The pet names, the sleepovers with homemade face masks, the phone calls from his hotel rooms.
Now you're texting him.
You: you awake?
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Mingyu sits at home on the couch, beer in hand as the TV flashes in front of him. He's watching a movie he's got no real interest in, but he can't sleep. He's been home for a little more than a day and he's still got major jetlag ruining his sleep schedule.
No matter how hectic his life has been, he always dreads the jetlag.
The buzz of his phone captures his attention and he can't avoid the smile that pulls on his lips when he sees your name flash on the screen.
Mingyu: nah, sleeping
You giggle at your phone, smiling at the device just as he is. Your hands move a little slower to text back as the cool air outside changes your body temperature. You shiver, blowing on your hands as they grow cold.
You: call me
The message flashes delivered briefly before your screen changes entirely. You're surprised to see an incoming FaceTime and not a regular call.
You hold the phone up to your face, fixing your hair before you hit answer.
He lays on the couch in the living room, the darkness surrounding him heavily contrasts the colorful beams of light that flash behind you. The loud music thumps in the background.
"Hi." He smiles.
"Hi," You grin.
You feel giddy inside. Partially because you were drinking a bit and mostly because you're talking to him again. It's been quite some time since you've seen each other.
"Where are you?" He asks first.
You take a moment to respond as you walk toward the curb. You fix your dress and sit on the curb of the sidewalk, holding the phone up to your face.
"At the club," You reply.
"Ah, fun night I presume?" He asks.
You shake your head. "Not really."
"Sorry to hear that Shorty," He says.
Your heart skips a beat at the nickname. Your heart always leaps when he calls you that.
"Yeah, not really my thing anyway," You frown.
"I remember, surprised you're even there this late," He comments.
You smile. He remembers.
"Took some convincing from my friends. It wasn't so bad when we were drinking earlier, but then it started to hit and I wasn't feeling it anymore," You say, chipping away at the white nail polish on your fingers.
"They didn't abandon you, did they?" He asks, voice laced with concern.
"Who? My friends? No, they were looking out for me but I just wasn't feeling it anymore so I told them I was stepping outside for a minute," You continue to chip away at the polish mindlessly.
"I don't like you being alone like that, especially if you've been drinking," He frowns.
"I'm okay, I promise..." You assure him. "I wanna see you though."
A boyish smile forms on his face. "Yeah?"
You nod. "You home?"
"Yeah, come over," He offers. "I'll get you something to eat and you can spend the night."
Your ears perk up from his words. Your heart jumps out of your chest in anticipation.
"Okay, I'll order aâ"
"âText me what club you're at," he interrupts. "I'll get you an Uber here."
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You call another one of your friends while you wait. Youâre surprised she picks up on the second ring. âHELLO?â she shouts into the phone.
âHey love,â You say.
âY/N WHERE DID YOU GO?? The hot guy you were talking to is still here, I thought you went home with him.â
The loud music thumps in the background, but you can surprisingly hear her clearly.
You shake your head. âIâm heading home, Iâll see you guys later.â
Of course, the terms of your NDA donât allow you to tell them where youâre really going. You make up an excuse about not feeling well and she pouts.
âAw but we wereâ Hana NO!â She interrupts herself and the line goes silent for a few moments.
You hear shifting and wait to hear her voice again.
âSorry, weâre in the bathroom and Hana started throwing up. Sheâs fine now. You feel better though, and text one of us when you get home. Stay safe babes.â
âOkay, I will.â
Before you can hang up, sheâs calling out to the other girls. âGUYS, Y/N IS GOING HOME.â
More shuffling suddenly fills your ears and female voice.
âNooooo, donât leave,â Hana drunkenly slurs.
You laugh. âIâll go out with you guys again next weekend.â
After a little bit more drunken banter, you finally hang up and wait on the curb until your ride gets here.
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Considering he's the one who ordered the Uber, you know he'll know exactly when you get there. So, you spend the entirety of the ride in the backseat fixing up your appearance.
You play with your hair, refresh your lip gloss, and adjust your appearance for the better.
When you arrive at the familiar home, your heart rate picks up and you open the door with shaky hands. You stand outside the car, purse in hand as you shut the door.
Just as you close the car door, his front door opens almost on cue. His full stature comes to your sight and your excitement bubbles over.
He leans against the door frame, grinning at you. He looks cozy, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, a white wifebeater, and his glasses. Your knees nearly give out at the sight of him in his glasses. He looks so good. His muscular body is visible in the tee and you have to stop yourself from pouncing him.
His hair is definitely shorter than the last time you saw him. And it's been well, months since you've seen him. Two? Maybe even three? But that doesn't matter, what matters is that you're here with him now.
You try not to express how excited you are, but you just can't wipe the smile off your face. You walk toward him and he invites you in with open arms.
His strong arms wrap around your frame. You're so happy you could cry. Your arms wrap around him, squeezing his frame. You inhale, breathing in his scent. He smells like home. His touch is so comforting, this moment feels unreal. You hold him and appreciate him for everything he is.
He pulls away, looking down at you with a grin. He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Hi, Shorty."
You grin up at him, bringing your hands to his hair. You run your fingers through it. "You cut it."
He nods. "Couple days ago yeah, you don't like it?"
"I always like it," You tell him truthfully. "But it was a little sexier when it was long."
He pulls you all the way inside, closing the door and locking it. "I'll tell management to let me grow it back out just for you."
"Doubt they'll see me as reason enough for that," You say.
"They'll just have to deal with it," He runs a hand through his hair. "I'll never let scissors touch my hair again if you say so."
Oh my gosh. You hate him.
You hate how he makes your heart skip a beat and he somehow always knows all the right things to say to you.
You giggle. "I wouldn't ask you to do that, Gyu."
"You'd still like me if I was bald?" He asks.
"Yeah Gyu, I would." You admit.
"Oh wow" He has a boyish grin on his face. "You like-like me."
"Yeah well, you like-like me too," You remind him.
"Damn right I do, Shorty," He pulls you in by your waist. "Don't know why you're so far away."
You squeal when your body moves against his. "I'm still wearing my shoes! I need to take them off."
"Relax Shorty," He lifts you up effortlessly, placing you on the kitchen counter.
He drops down, undoing your heels and placing them on the mat next to his front door. He stands back up to his full stature, face mere inches above yours.
He leans in. "I missed you."
You look up at him with soft eyes. There's so much yearning behind your pupils, that it makes you wonder if he can see through to it.
"I missed you too," You admit.
You find yourself back hin his arms. His big hands circle your waist, pressing your chests together. But now, his lips are on yours.
The kiss is soft, just delicate enough to express how much he missed you. Your small hand cups his cheek as your lips move against one another. His touches are gentle, but they spark so many things inside you, igniting you from the inside out.
But your moment is cut short when your growling stomach interrupts.
You pull away just a little bit, brushing your nose against his, giggling to yourself. He lets out a genuine laugh, holding your hand in his. "I did promise you food, didn't I?"
You nod. "I believe you did."
He helps you off the counter and back onto your feet. He walks over to the pantry.
"Sorry to get your hopes up," He admits sheepishly. "I just got back so... there's not much."
"Oh that's okay, it can't beâ"
You open the fridge, finding virtually nothing. Some milk, A couple water bottles, half a carton of eggs, a few bottles of liquor, and a can of half-eaten kimchi.
You wedge your way in front of him, looking into the pantry and it's somehow worse. There's only stuff that needs to actually be cooked, and there's not much of it.
You fall dramatically into his chest and he laughs. "I told you there wasn't much."
His hand touches your lower back as you sink your face into his chest. This time, it feels right.
"Why did you even offer me food if you didn't have any?!" You exclaim.
He holds your head in his hands, cupping both of your cheeks. "I don't know, I guess I forgot Shorty. You do that to me."
While his words are making your stomach turn, the hunger rumbling is a lot louder. "Is the milk in the fridge even good?"
"Yeah, I just bought it today." He says casually.
"You went out and bought milk... and nothing else? Knowing you had no food?" You question.
"I needed it to go with my cereal," He shrugs. "But that's not important. Look, there's some rice in here."
He grabs the uncooked rice out of the pantry. "I can make you some fried rice with egg and kimchi. I've got soy sauce somewhere around here."
"No I think I'll just take some cereal," You walk out of his grasp, making your way toward the fridge.
He pouts. "I can cook for you though."
"I'll take you up on that offer another time," You tap his cheek with your palm lightly. "I'm very hungry. And you've got no vegetable to go with, not even a green onion. I'm getting some cereal."
You open the fridge, grabbing the milk while he gets the bowls and spoons. You try to grab the cereal box from above the fridge, but you can't quite reach it. Mingyu comes up behind you, grabbing it with ease and a shit-eating grin on his face.
You frown, but you're too hungry to make any comments. The two of you sit at the table, each pouring yourselves a bowl of cereal. "You said you just got back?" You ask.
He nods. "Like two days ago, I think. My sense of time is a little messed up, jetlag."
You nod in acknowledgment. He continues to tell you about the past few months since he's seen you. You play friends catching up as he answers all your questions about his life as of recent. The shows, the photoshoots, all the traveling, filming, and preparations for the upcoming months as well.
He asks you about work too, although your updates are not nearly as interesting as his though. But he doesn't ask out of courtesy, he genuinely cares. He likes hearing about your life, likes just listening to you speak even if you're not the one doing Calvin Klein photoshoots.
The time flies, and before you know it, it's 3 in the morning. You always find yourself invested in him when you're together, like the world around you ceases to exist. You get caught up, failing to realize that time is indeed still passing, and a lot of it.
He pulls you in by your hips, pressing your back onto his chest.He pulls the bowls and utensils out of your hands swiftly and turns you around.
"Nope, don't worry about that," he drops them into the sink. "You just go hop in the shower, I'll give you one of my t-shirts."
"Are you saying I stink?" You accuse him playfully.
"Never, Shorty." He kisses your cheek. "As much as I love this little dress on you, it's getting late and you should be in something comfy. Now go." He playfully taps your butt, sending you to the bathroom.
You look back at him, feigning offense as he grins.
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When you step out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, there's a t-shirt laid out for you with a pair of boxers. You get dressed before walking down to the living room.
Mingyu lays there, scrolling through his phone. When he hears you enter, his attention shifts to you immediately and he gives you a warm smile.
He sits up all the way and pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him. "Thank you, for letting me using the shower and for the food."
He holds you close to him. "Of course Shorty
"Where are your clothes?" He asks.
"Folded on the dresser in your room, why?" You ask.
He pulls you off his lap and stands to his feet. "Wanna wash them so you can have them tomorrow. Are they washer and dryer safe?"
"Yeah, but you don't have to worry about it." You assure him.
"Don't worry about it, I have clothes I need to was anyway. I'll just through yours in with them," he says.
He disappears up into his room and when he emerges, he's holding a basket of clothes and your dress on top. He walks down and walks over to you on the couch.
"That's all you had? Just the dress and the panties? No bra?" He asks.
You grin. "Nope."
He inhales sharply, but pushes his thoughts aside. "Come with."
You follow behind him downstairs. He leads you to the laundry room in the basement.
You sit on the dryer as he loads the washing machine. There's a comfortable silence in the atmosphere. Everything about this is so comforting... so domestic. It's exactly what you needed.
"Hand me that?" he says, pointing to the detergent behind you. "Please?"
You grab the detergent, handing it to him. "Thank you, Shorty."
After he's done with it, he hands it back to you and adjusts the settings before starting up the machine.
"Ready for bed?" He asks.
You nod, reaching your arms out to him. He turns around, lifting you off the machine and piggybacking you all the way up to his bedroom. He drops your body on his plush mattress and strips down to just his boxers. He places his glasses on his dresser gently. Immediately after, he climbs under the covers. You join him, making yourself comfortable in his bed.
He pulls your body against his, yearning to have you close to him. He looks at you with a softness in his eyes. His hand runs along your thigh gently and innocently.
But right now, close doesn't feel close enough. You've missed him so much, you want to feel consumed by him. You need him inside of you.
You press your forehead against his, look at him with soft, sultry eyes. His hands start to wander, moving from your thighs to your butt.
Almost simultaneously, you pick up on one another's energy. The sexual tension grows and pretty soon his lips are on yours again. You moan softly against his lips.
He brings his hand to your cheek, cupping it softly as your lips move against his in perfect harmony. He takes everything you give and vice versa,perfectly in sync.
Pretty soon, you're itching to get undressed even though his clothes are extremely comfortable. You're eager for more of him, pulling away from the kiss.
"Gyu," You breathe out.
"I know baby, fuckâI know," He pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him once again.
He lifts your hips enough to pull his boxers off of your body. The t-shirt you're narrowing is next to go, leaving you completely naked on his lap.
"Fuck," He whispers. "You're so pretty, Shorty. Need you so bad."
You lean over, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck. You know better than to leave marks, but you grind down against him slowly. He lets out a shaky breath, holding your hips as you move against him. "Mm-fuck."
His cock grows stiff beneath you, poking against your bare core. You grind down harder, feeling the veins of his cock against your clit through his boxers. "Feels good, Gyu.." You moan.
You chase the friction selfishly. You know you could cum like this, and with how good it feels, you're not entirely against it. But his hand comes in between the two of you, pressing against your pussy to feel how wet you are.
"Fuck, Shorty you're soaking..." he groans.
You can only nod in agreement as the pads of his fingers graze your clit. You're dripping on his fingers, so much so that he could easily slipâ
"âYou want my fingers?"
Fuck, he knows you so well.
You nod eagerly. He pinches your clit, making you yelp.
"Use your words baby."
You mewl. "Yes, fuck yes, please."
He lifts your body, flipping you over so you're underneath him. He holds himself up with his arm, hovering over you as he slips two fingers into you with ease.
Even though it's just his fingers, he can feel how tight you are. Your cunt stretches around his digits as he pumps them into you. You moan out, feeling the way the pleasure builds in your lower region.
His fingers are so skilled and he knows your body well. He knows that when he curls his finger, you're gonna squeeze your legs together and cry out.
Which is exactly what you do when he curls his fingers inside of you. He pries your legs back open, picking up the pace of his fingers as you moan out loud. "Ah fuckânngh."
His cock twitches in anticipation as he pleasures you. He's not focused on it right now, but your pleasure is his pleasure.
"ShitâI'm gonna cum," You warn him, gripping his bicep.
He grins, teasing you with his words. "Already, Shorty?"
You breathe out, pushing your hips against his hands. "Fuckâ 's been a while.
Oh?
His digits press against the sweet spot deep inside of you and you arch your back up off the bed and cry out. "You don't touch yourself when I'm not here, Shorty?"
"Not enoughâah!" You moan. "Can't cum."
You know you'd never admit this if you weren't drinking earlier or on the brink of an orgasm. But your words affect him more than he lets it show.
He's ruined you.
That means you haven't slept with anyone since he last saw you. And to top it off, you can't get yourself off without his help. A sense of pride fills his chest and only encourages him to go faster, pushing you over the edge.
Although, the same can't be said for him. The pride in his chest is pinched by a small twinging of guilt.
It's not something you really talk about with each other. You know it happens, but you choose not to acknowledge it. As much as it feels like it when you're together, you're not together. It's been nearly three years since your relationship, if you can even call it that, came to fruition.
But with him constantly busy and on the move, you've spent a small fraction of those three years in each other's presence. When he's not with you, he's performing and traveling the world. He catches the attention of plenty of other pretty girls who are more than willing to sign an NDA to spend the night with him.
He's just a man after all. And a famous one who constantly travels at that. He's got needs of his own and the means to fulfill them.
He's someone you trust. You know he'd never catch something and risk bringing it to you. He's too careful, has too much at stake with his career.
But those thoughts only cloud his mind, and for a brief moment at that. With you underneath him, writhing and gasping for air as you cum on his fingers, his attention is fully on you.
He pins your body on on the bed, adding more pressure as you grip his bicep. You nails dig into his skin, sure to leave marks. He doesn't mind though, not when you cry out his name and screw your eyes shut in pleasure.
Your hips move on their own, grinding against his fingers as you ride out your orgasm. "Shit, Shorty... that's it, yeah."
It takes a moment for you to come down. When you do, you blink your eyes open, loosening your grip on his bicep. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning against your neck. His fingers slip out of you slowly and you whine as the loss of touch.
His hard length presses against your thigh, making it very known how badly he needs you. You think about pushing him down on the bed and sucking him dry, but you'd much rather have him inside of you.
You press a hand on his chest gently, pointer finger lightly dragging on his skin. "Mmm, that was so good, Gyu."
"Yeah?" He lifts his head up.
You bite your lip seductively and nod softly. "Yeah... want you to fuck me now, though."
He licks his lips slowly. "Want it, or need it?"
"Need it, need it so fucking bad, Gyu" You pull at the material of his boxers. You're so needy. He can hear it in your voice and it's clear in your actions. He wants to give you everything and more.
He presses his hips down against you and you help him to pull of his boxers. You wrap your hand around his cock and start pumping him slowly. He lets out a breath of relief.
His cock is hard and heavy in your hand. It's pulsing and aching to be touched. He inhales sharply when you circle your thumb around the tip, smearing his precum around.
You love it when he's sensitive like this, so reactive. It reminds you that you have just as much of an effect on him as he does on you. You continue to pump him, and he reaches into the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a gold package.
You snatch the condom out of his hand. "I wanna do it."
He grins. "Okay, Shorty."
You tear open the packaging with your teeth.
"You know, you shouldn't do that," He warns you. "Could accidentally puncture a hole in it. Wouldn't want another pregnancy scare would we?"
You toss the gold wrapper onto the nightstand. "First of all, you use your teeth every time we do this. Second of all, you used your teeth to open the condom the time we had to scare." You remind him.
He smirks. "I learn from my mistakes, baby."
You ignore him, rolling the condom onto his length and laying on your back. He hovers over you again, stroking his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.
When he enters you, the stretch is immaculate. You both breathe out, moaning as he bottoms out inside of you. He sinks further into you, deep into your warmth and you stretch to accommodate him perfectly.
"Fuck... Gyu," You moan out, wrapping your arms around his muscular back.
"Shorty... fuck meâ" He groans. You breathe out, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing your hips up into him. You move in perfect sync as his hips drive into yours. His neck nearly goes limp as his head dips down. "Yeah, Shortyâjust like thatâuh. Fuck, you're so hot, baby."
"Mingyuâ" You moan out. "I missed you so much... so fucking much."
His hips snap back, his cock thrusting deep into you. "Missed you too, missed everything about you."
His thrusts slow down, but they don't stop. He taps the side of your thigh, silently telling you to unwrap your legs around around him. You oblige, and he lifts your legs up.
He drives his cock deeper into you, bringing your legs over his shoulders. You gasp out at the sudden stretch and wave of pleasure that hits you.
The pure force of his thrusts, how good he feels as the pain turns into pleasure into pleasure, the noises he makes â it's overwhelming in the best way possible. It's so much, but it's so good, you donât want him to ever stop. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as your breath catches in your throat. You eyes fall shut as your face scrunches in pleasure before the sensation courses through through you and you can hardly take it. Your hands grip the sheets tightly.
"Fuck... pussy's so good," He groans. " 'S all mine."
"Hah-fuck," You cry out.
"Tell me it's mine, baby," He demands. "C'mon Shorty."
Your eyes fall shut and your breathe in through your nose as his cock pushes deeper into you. Your voice is broken and soft. "It's all yoursâ"
He thrusts into you particularly hard. "Say it againâlouder."
"Fuck! It's all yours."
It's a lie, somewhat. Everything between you two is complicated, yet simple. But in moments like these, you don't focus on the small details or realities.
"That's what I fucking thought," He groans.
You whimper, pussy fluttering around him. A telltale sign that you're close to the edge. His pace doesn't falter, and he continues to fuck you as your orgasm courses through your body.
Your body spasms beneath him, writhing to escape the overwhelming pleasure. He doesn't let you though, pinning your body down as he continues to drive his cock deep inside of you.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckâuh!" You cry out. Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes.
Your pussy tightens around him, convulsing as you cum for the second time tonight. He watches as your face twists and contorts with pleasure, a sight that remains forever etched in his memory.
You're still coming down while he's fucking you, grunting and groaning with each thrust of his hips. There's sweat dripping down his body, causing his skin to glisten in the moonlight.
Your mind is hazy, still struggling to process all the pleasure you're body is enduring. You're growing overstimulated, but you can tell he's getting close.
His hips lose their rhythm, thrusts growing erratic and uncoordinated as your pussy milks him. He lets out a long groan, cursing out your name as he spills his load into the rubber.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he sits up. He presses a kiss to your ankle before pulling out of you and allowing your feet to touch the bed.
His body is spent, and the soft look in your eyes relaxes him. It makes him feel blissful and at ease, it makes the sleepiness creep its way into his body.
You wrap your arms around his neck softly pulling his face toward yours. "All good?"
"Fuckin perfect," he sighs with a smile.
He's too close and too tempting not to kiss. So you do, softly pressing your lips against one another. The feeling in your heart is overwhelming. You don't know that he feels it too, two hearts moving rapidly yet somehow in perfect sync.
It's moments like these where there's a conundrum of things weighing heavily on your mind that you want to express or say out loud, but you don't. You know better than that, and so does he.
So a kiss will have to do. To speak the words that will remain unspoken and seal it closed. A silent way to express the thoughts that run through your brains and the emotions that are pouring out of your hearts.
So you kiss him, because that's all you can do for now. While he's still here, while he's still yours.
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After you two clean up, you climb back into the bed. You face each other, laying on your sides.
His eyes are closed, but he's not fully encaptured by his slumber. He's halfway there though, pouting in his state of rest with a soft expression. He looks so peaceful, so cute. Such a contrast to the man who had your legs thrown over his shoulders only minutes prior.
You press your hand onto his hair, pushing it back ever so lightly as you admire his features. You see the smile tugging at his lips. "Go to sleep, Shorty."
His eyes don't open as he speaks to you.
"Sorry," You say sheepishly. I was just admiring."
"Cute, you can admire in the morning though. Go to sleep, baby."
You nod, although he can't see you, and exhale softly. You adjust the comforter and his eyes blink open slowly.
"I'll make you breakfast in the morning," he offers, pressing a kiss onto your forehead.
You hum, smiling to yourself. "lemme guess, cereal?"
A breathy laugh escapes his lips. "Alright, I'll take you out for breakfast, or we can order in if you can't walk."
You punch his shoulder playfully before burying your face against his chest. You fall asleep in his arms peacefully.
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dawn - percy jackson
Request: nope Pairing:Â Â percy jackson x child of apollo!reader Summary:Â Â percy wakes early because of a nightmare and you're not next to him Warnings:Â Â swearing, mentions of nightmares, percy being scared :( Word count:Â Â 900 A/N:Â SHIFTING INTO PERCY JACKSON MODE AGAIN !!! I cannot wait for the show !!! also this is based on a head canon I saw once and now it's my favorite, enjoy!
percy hears you scream again. he needs to find you now.
he's been running for too long now, you've been screaming for too long. he could tell from your screams you had gone from scared to absolutely terrified.
and he knows you've been through as much as he has. it took a lot to make you scared. and something has made you terrified.
percy runs around the corner, gripping his sword tight. up ahead he can see a shadow. that must be you.
he takes off running again but as he gets closer to the shadow, it's not you. it's someone - or something - that is holding two very long, very sharp swords.
percy turns around and bolts through a door. you scream again. and again. he can't get to you. gods, he's going to lose you.
with a start, percy's eyes fly open.
he's breathing heavily and his hands are gripping the bedsheets. percy's chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to calm himself. he reaches out to you, but you're not next to him.
what if it wasn't a nightmare? fuck.
he pushes himself up with one elbow and notices the door to his cabin is slightly open. he can see you sitting just outside.
percy closes his eyes and lets himself fall back onto his pillow. he frowns when they're damp. great, he was sweating. that means it was a really bad one.
'shit.' he sighs, dragging a hand over his face. there's no way he's getting any sleep now. at least not with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
he can tell it's very early in the morning. the sun is starting to rise, but it's still pretty dark outside. percy looks over to you again and notices a mug in your hands, steam rising from it.
after the nightmare he had, he just needs you close. so he gets up and puts on a sweater and boots before joining you outside.
you look up when you hear footsteps on the wooden floor.
'hi. did I wake you?' you say, reaching for percy and pulling him down to squeeze into the chair next to you, careful not to spill your drink.
'no.' his answer is short.
'nightmare?' you ask, noticing the collar of his shirt that sticks to his sweaty neck.
'yeah.' he moves to get closer to you, needing to be near you.
'want to talk about it?' you say, lazily running your fingers through his hair near the back of his neck.
percy sighs softly. 'lately it's the same one.' he says. 'you're somewhere, I don't know where, I can't see you. but I can hear you. you're screaming for help, for me to come get you out of wherever you are. but there's this big guy chasing me and I can never get to you in time.'
he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to drown the image out.
'it's okay.' you say. 'I'm here now.'
'I know you are. you think I can ask any of the gods if they can stop the nightmares?'
you chuckle softly. 'it's worth a shot.'
'hey, wait. why weren't you next to me when I woke up?' he says, remembering the moment the nightmare shook him awake.
he turns slightly so he can look you in the eye, brows slightly furrowed. 'do you still have nightmares?'
'sometimes.'
'but they didn't wake you tonight?'
'no.'
'wait, so you willingly got up at the ass crack of dawn?'
you smile. 'also no.'
'you're usually up early, though. even on quests when you're exhausted but we need to go on, you're always the first one awake. perks of being apollo's kid?'
this time you laugh softly. 'no, more like downside of being his kid.'
percy frowns again. 'what are you talking about?"
'well, everyone wakes at dawn. look, will's awake as well.' you say, pointing to your cabin in the distance. 'michael is just coming back from getting his coffee. I saw lee as well.'
percy still looks confused. you're tempted to give him some weird reason and have him figure out I fit's real or not. but he might not even believe the truth.
'you know how apollo uses his chariot to ride across the sky to give us the sunrise, right?' you say.
'yeah, you told me about that.' says percy.
'well, when he does that he blasts heavy metal at a frequency only apollo kids can hear. so we can see him in the sky in all his glory.'
'seriously?'
'his words, not mine.'
percy laughs. 'that does sound like apollo, yes.'
'it's nice, tough. waking up before everyone else does. especially the younger kids.'
'hey, next time, wake me up okay?'
'I prefer to let you sleep. that's why I always get up quietly.'
'I know, and I appreciate it. but this is nice, just us.'
'us and all of my cabin.'
'well, yeah, but you're the only apollo kid sleeping in my cabin.' says percy, nudging your shoulder an smiling.
'and it better stay that way.' you say, smiling as well. 'I call dips on the shower.'
you lean in to kiss his cheek and get up, letting percy enjoy the rest of the sunrise on his own.
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ONE OF THE GIRLS â ââËïœĄâ nicholas a. chavez
a/n. not a request but i looooved the idea, this one's kinda short though!!... :((
warnings. +18 minors dni! â oral (m!receiving), fingering, dirty talk, cheating (nicholas does... this is just fiction!), unprotected piv, recording!!!! | wc. 1125 âĄ
"holy fuck", he groaned, head falling back against the soft pillow. the room barely illuminated by red led lights, soft music playing in the background as y/n swirled her tongue around nicholas' thick, aching tip. she smiled, knowing exactly what drove him crazy. that's why he kept coming back for more.
she closed her eyes, humming at the salty taste of his pre cum in her mouth. she then lowered her head to leave wet kisses on his length, tongue darting out to trace the veins on the underside of his cock.
"no one like you", he praised, tangling his fingers in her hair softly, more for balance than a sign of control.
"do you tell her the same thing?" she asked, heart bleeding, yet a little smirk still lingering on her face, stroking his cock slowly, teasingly. "do you praise her the same way? does she make you feel this good?", she continued, voice dangerously quiet, thumb brushing against his red tip, his hips bucking.
nicholas' entire body shook at the words and the teasing movements of her hand, quiet groan leaving his mouth. he shook his head, knowing that she, in fact, didn't.
she took him in her mouth slowly, sucking on his tip, movements of her hand never flattering. nicholas' eyes opened, thumb brushing against her cheek softly as she worked her mouth on him. breathless moan left him when she took him deeper, tip brushing against her throat as she stared up at him, the innocence in her gaze making his breath hitch.
"fuck, baby", he wailed, muscles on his stomach tightening as she brought him closer and closer to his climax way too fast.
embarrassment bloomed in nicholas' chest; hips bucking into her mouth as she moved in rapid speed, no need to use her hand when her mouth took his cock in fully. she didn't gag, not even once, keeping his gaze proudly, clearly enjoying herself, tears blurring her vision as she devoured him.
nicholas tugged at her hair before he could stop himself, yanking her off his cock, string of saliva still connecting them.
his phone light up, but he didn't even spare it a glance as he flipped them over, hovering over her, tugging at the waistband of her thong greedily. y/n grinned, tugging at his hair to connect their lips, biting on nicholas' bottom lip, earning a groan for him.
"you're such a fucking tease", he hissed, hand getting in contact with her clit as he slapped her, sending a joilt of pleasure down her spine. "always sending me those dirty fucking pictures when you know i'm with her", he snarled and she whined as he slapped her again, holding her hips down with his other hand. his cock throbbed at the sound she made, tongue bullying it's way into her mouth and down her throat, devouring her greedily.
"you know you fucking love it", she sobbed as he plunged two thick fingers into her soaking cunt, the stretch of it deliciously painful.
"shut the fuck up", he groaned.
she didn't hear him, not when he split her in half with only his fingers, not when his hand landed on her breast sharply, squeezing it immediately after, tugging at her nipple just how he knew she liked it.
she cried, gushing on his fingers, not sure if her orgasm already came, and if it did, how long it lasted.
her â rarely seen â submissiveness making nicholas smirk as his hands left her body altogether, the one previously ruining her cunt already pumping on his girthy length, eyes threatening to close at the stimulation.
"beg for this cock. beg for me, like the slut you are", he demanded, smacking her thigh when her hips bucked up to meet his cock. "beg me to use you".
y/n whined at his words. she opened her eyes, the sight of him making her head spin yet again. his body as perfect as ever, glistening with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes darker than ever again in the dim light. his mouth curved upwards, wicked, open mouthed smirk lingering on his face.
before she could register, she was already begging, crying out pathetically.
"i fucking need your dick- use me, nicholas- nick, please, fuck", her eyes widened at the sight of him reaching for his phone in the nightstand. "w-what are you doing?".
"'m gonna record us", he replied casually, and she shivered at the thought.
he reached for his cock again, stroking himself a few times, before spreading her open and plunging into her with one, swift thrust.
he pointed his phone to the place where they connected, free hand gripping at her thigh roughly, pinning it into the mattress. nicholas bit his lip, moving teasingly slow as she cried out, fingers tangling into the satin sheets.
he moved his hand up her body, brushing over her stomach, fidgeting with her breast for a second, before wrapping around her throat.
"i can't", her voice barely a whisper, eyes rolling back, the pressure on her neck adding to the pleasure of his cock deep inside her.
"oh yes, you fucking can", he growled, pressing down into her pulse point, and her eyes snapped open. he captured her reaction with the camera before setting it on the nightstand, making sure they were still in a frame. nicholas gripped on her breast, played with her nipple greedily, and she could barely breathe, due to the pressure on her neck.
his hips snapped against hers swiftly, aggressively, as he leaned down to kiss her slowly. nicholas began to move in a inhumane speed, making her cry out into his mouth.
"gonna watch it every. single. night", he hissed, breathless, at the feeling of her clenching around him hard. "'m gonna watch it every time i can't have you spread out for me just like that", she wailed at the feeling of his fingers pressing into her clit, teasingly slow, a contrast of his rough and sharp thrusts.
"what if she- fuck-" she wasn't unable to finish, whole body contracting as her orgasm crashed over her.
"i don't fucking care anymore", he let out through gritted teeth, mouth opening in a moan as he felt her clench around him. "let her see how i ruin you. how perfect you are for me. fuck, i love you".
the words left his mouth before he could think them through. he stilled inside of her, grinding his hips against hers to hold off his own orgasm.
his hand slid from in between their bodies to hold himself up above her.
"i love you too, nick", she cried out, voice sincere, their foreheads pressing together as she came down. "but you are not mine".
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