#gnashing my teeth i will not shut the fucking up about this!!!
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ohhhuguguhuhuhuhu hes going to be done tomorrow i can feel it in my bones and my souland my heart and my soul im going to sdjfkasdfjasdfsjvkjsekjfsakdvjsdvS?V?S??????
#please appreciate how well he fits in the foreground of the game here#i spent so long trying to stylematch this and it turned out so well i could cry#shaking and frothing at hte mouth i am mentally normal about this i am okay im cool im fkjasjdfkasjfksdajfaskdfjsakfjsakfjsfksajfdaksdfjsad#gnashing my teeth i will not shut the fucking up about this!!!#real test is if he crashes veadotube but we will cross that bridge when we arive!!!!!!
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âHave you been eating pineapple?â
The question was sudden and so jarring that you blinked open your eyes, startled. Sylus peaked up at you from between your plush thighs; his mouth and chin sticky with arousal, vermillion eyes almost swallowed by the pupils, but thereâs amusement alight in them.
Your fingers, which had been running freely through his soft silver locks, froze. They remained tangled at the roots, tugging enough that heâd notice, but he didnât seem to mind the slight discomfort.
âWh-what makes you ask that?â You ask, perplexed but on alert.
Sylus didnât answer immediately. Instead, he dipped back to where he was making out with your dripping cunt. His tongue laved a path from your pulsing little hole to your swollen nub, deft fingers spreading you apart for his feasting.
He murmured softly as his lips latched onto your clit and drew the bundle of nerves as far into his mouth as was humanly possible. It was like a firecracker was sent off in your brain with the pleasure that spiked through you at the action. Your spine bowed off the sheets and only a firm hand spread across your stomach brought you back to the mattress.
âSyâfuckâanswer m-me!â
With a far too smug smile, he lifted himself back up until his chin was resting on the soft yield of your lower abdomen. Idly, he swiped long fingers through the wet evidence of your arousal that saturated his cheeks and licked them into his mouth, tongue curling lewdly around the digits.
âIsnât it obvious, sweetie?â Sylus purred. âI can taste the difference.â
Your cheeks warmed until they were hot enough to cook eggs. He couldnât be serious⊠but he was. Your thighs struggled to clamp shutâan impossible task with the hulking man firmly wedged between themâand you wailed in dismay.
âWhy are you struggling, kitten? I like it⊠youâve always tasted sweet, but now thereâs a sharp bite to it, just like when you decide to mouth off like a naughty little minx.â
He gnashed his teeth playfully, eyebrows wriggling and only then could you see the humour in it. Laughter bubbled in your chest until it spilled up and out. Sylus grinned wolfishly and repositioned himself for another course.
âWeâll be here a while,â he crooned, âI do have to get my five a day, after allâŠâ
an: a silly little thought that popped into my head đ€Šââïž also, just to say, there is no evidence that pineapple changes your taste down there but itâs a fun little myth to write about.
#delirious writes#love and deepspace sylus#lads sylus#lads smut#sylus smut#sylus x reader#sylus x you#love and deepspace smut#lads x reader#lnds sylus#sylus
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rocker eddie/actor steve | exes to ??? | slightly nsfw under the cut | fame au p3 |
p1 p2 p4 p5 interlude p6
Steveâs presented at award shows countless times. Heâs good at it. Heâs funny, heâs charming. But usually, he didnât want to strangle the guy standing next to him. Usually, the guy hadn't been pawing at his dick ten minutes before.
But he gets through it. 'Cause heâs a professional.
He is aware. Aware that the tension stifling the room isnât exactly appropriate for the Animated Feature Film category.
Aware that he did, in fact, tear Eddieâs (uninsured) silk shirt.
Aware that, despite a scurry of last-second HMU efforts, his perfect hair looks insane.
Aware that this is a live broadcast. Aware that anyone with eyes could look at the state of both of them and probably only come up with 3 feasible conclusions. Aware that unlike the photo, this is pretty fucking incriminating.
But he gets through it. Cause heâs a professional.
Eddie's being punchably smug about it, of course. Emerged from the bathroom, pupils blown, eye glitter smudged, lips swollen, and âReady for his close-up!â
He didnât even talk to Steve after they were escorted off stage. Just slipped a note in his pocket.
Skip the afterparty?
Skip the afterparty. Who does he think he is? Steveâs expected to show face. His team needs him to show face. They have another suit prepared and everything. He gets it's a foreign concept to Eddie, but people actually rely on him.
Fuck him. Steve canât just skip the afterparty.
He skips the afterparty.
He ignores the 40 frantic texts from Robin.
He gets his car to drive him to Los Feliz.
It's just the same as 5 years ago, but all reverse. The deja vu is making him woozy, making him sick. Same place he was five years ago but no one's here for apologies.
This time it's a knock at Eddie's door.
Stupid and hollow and idiotic. Steveâs still in his ugly velvet suit. The door swings open. Eddieâs changed. Showered. Hair damp and frizzy. Liner and stage glitter staining his under eyes. He looks soft under the yellow porch light.
Thereâs a moment, a millisecond where Steve knows he could turn around. Slam the door in Eddieâs face and pretend this never happened.
But he's all red inside, all forward momentum and frustration and anger.
âI still fucking hate you.â
Eddie offers him a sad smile. âI know.â
And then the door is shut behind him and Eddieâs got him against the wall and Steveâs tongue is back where it belongs. Where itâs always belonged. He wants Eddie to choke on it.
Eddieâs grinning, glassy-eyed worship, panting into his mouth, âMissed this.â
Nope.
Steve needs be miles away from whatever the fuck that is. So he gnashes Eddie's lip between his teeth. It's hard enough to draw blood. He needs him as red as he feels.
âFuck you.â
In the hallway drag to the bedroom, heâs all destruction. Wants to knock down everything in sight. Wants to shove Eddie into his stupid platinum records and his stupid ten thousand dollar guitars. He wants fire and earthquakes. He wants Eddie split in half.
Eddie hasnât gotten the memo, apparently. Keeps a cool laugh through the whole thing, laughs when Steve pushes him against some hideous credenza (a fucking credenza, the Eddie he knew wouldâve throttled himself.) Laughs when some marble thing gets swatted to the floor like Steveâs a particularly bratty housecat.
âDamn. Really got you revved up, huh?â Eddieâs grinning at him like this whole thing is some kind of fucking joke. Theyâve made it to the bedroom, finally.
Steve bites bruises at his neck. âDo you ever shut the hell up?â
âNah, kinda my speciality, Haââ
He pushes the heel of his palm into Eddieâs crotch. âYouâre pathetic.â
âYeah?â Itâs a whine.
âSo fucking pathetic.â And then Steveâs on his knees.
He gets lost in it. Just like he used to. He never does anymore. Heâs still a bit drunk but he feels all heady like heâs taken the wrong pills. Feels wired too, like he drank three red eyes. Feels a lot of things.
Itâs all the same and itâs all so different. Their bodies are different. Soft in places they once were hard. Hard in places they once were soft. Theyâre not old yet, not really, not at all. But theyâre not teenagers anymore.
Itâs like he canât find the ground anywhereâ Eddieâs hands on him, Eddieâs skin on him. Bare and rough and different and so familiar it whips the air out of his lungs. Eddie knowing just what works, knowing how to touch him better than anyone. Knowing him better than he knows himself.
He feels cursed. He feels ruined.
And when Eddie finally fucks into him, on that gaudy four-poster bed, a mess of sweat and sheets and glitter, he canât help the part of him screaming home home home home.
Eddie lights a cigarette when itâs over. Offers one to Steve but he quit years ago. Not that he would know.
Steve says, âYou've got to stop that shit, man. Itâs gonna kill you.â
And Eddie does that stupid sad smile again. âIâd deserve it, wouldnât I?â
So Steve finds as many pieces of his suit as he can. Hopes to god Tom Ford doesnât like, sue him for losing it. Hightails it to the front door. Heâs not interested in small talk. Not interested in throwing this asshole another pity party.
Eddie follows him out, leans against the door frame, easy and sad and stupid handsome and Steve hates him nearly as much as he hates himself. âWill I see you again, Harrington?â
Steve can't let him have this. Can't let him win after all this time.
âDonât count on it.â
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Bambi (part two)
warnings: smut (18+), morally⊠something.
A/n: Icl to you, this is just 3.3k words of mostly smut loool. Should I do a part 3?đ€
RenĂ©e wills the muscles in her face to relax; scowling while dancing for a room of onlooking, horny men is definitely a mood killer. Itâs the kind of behaviour that Diego would definitely chastise her for. So she pouts her plump lips and bats her lashes coquettishly as she glides down the pole. Thankfully, the club is winding down for the night; this is her last stage and she didnât have to do any private dances. Diego only allows the highest spenders to have her company and itâs a week day- a slow night. The men who can pay the right price all have to be in office tomorrow. âOr on the pitch,â the retort from her brain brings a bitter taste in the back of her throat. Fuck him. RenĂ©e finishes her routine in a full split and rushes off the stage without the usual finesse of swaying her hips and strutting.
âI canât believe that asshole made me come in to work two hours early just to stand me up.â She mutters angrily to herself as she throws on a t-shirt over her baby blue lace bra. She stumbles in her haste to pull her jeans up her legs, gnashing her teeth in anger all the while.
âWhat are you muttering about?â Bridgetteâs words are followed by a yawn.
âUh⊠nothing. Just, already over classes tomorrow.â
âMhmm, good luck with that. Come, I need my bed right now.â Bridgette jingles her car keys to show her impatience.
RenĂ©e hurries to sling her bag over her shoulder and follows Bridgette out the dressing room. Sheâs so thankful for the blonde woman; getting home after 2 am without a car in this city means walking. RenĂ©e lives fifteen minutes away by car- way too far to be walking alone as a woman that late.
Bridgette is complaining about a man she danced for earlier when they enter the parking lot behind the club and RenĂ©eâs feet pause. The tall figure leaning against the black G-wagon is heavily disguised by the hat, shades and black face mask; but sheâd recognize him covered head to foot in a burlap sack.
âUhâŠBridgette I seem to have got a ride tonight.â
Her friend pauses her rambling and eyes the silhouette of the man in the shadows.
âYou sure? Why is he slinking away in the shadows like a vigilante?â Bridgette narrows her eyes in a suspicious squint.
âHeâs just⊠he prefers his privacy. But I promise Iâm okay. I know him well.â
âAh, okay. Let me know when you get home.â The woman says before making her way over to her parked car.
Renée watches as her friend pulls out the lot. Sucking in a deep breath to quell the anger that resurfaces under her skin, she stomps over in his direction.
He straightens his posture seeing her approach.
âRenĂ©e I-â
âShut up and take me home.â
*********
RenĂ©eâs breaths feel stuck in her lungs. She eyes his hands that keep clenching against the steering in her peripheral. The tension is so thick, she can almost physically reach out and touch it. The silence is almost deafening; there isnât a car in sight and he hasnât made a move to turn the radio on.
âI understand youâre upset, but donât ever talk to me like that again.â
His voice cuts through the tension in the vehicle. Itâs low in volume but stern. She swallows.
âTurn here.â She whispers timidly.
The man obeys; the street lights illuminate his face showing the furrow between his brows and the tight clench of his jaw.
RenĂ©e is almost physically shaking by the time he pulls into the parking lot of her apartment building. Sheâs surprised when he cuts the engine, but she says nothing. The man strides behind her inside her building. Itâs not rundown, but itâs not the most luxurious place either. She does make a decent amount, especially when he visits, but her tuition costs eat away at most her income.
Renée is trembling so much that she misses the keyhole a few times before she finally gets her apartment door open. She reaches to flip the switch on and light floods the room. Her living room is tidy and sparsely decorated. Just a small coffee table, a two seater sofa, a singular potted cactus in the window sill and her tv. The space smells of the fresh linen and sky fabreze she regularly spritzes her curtains with with a hint of lavender from the scented candles.
âDo you know how stupid I looked? Standing there for almost an hour?â
She spins on her heels to look at him. The man closes and locks her door calmly, taking his time to survey her space with his eyes while he removes his shoes like she did moments before.
âIâm sorry. I got⊠something came up.â
âWhat exactly?â She crosses her arms over her chest, cocking her hip.
âDo you want a bigger space?â
Her brain screeches to a halt.
âWhat?â
The man gestures at the living room. âThis place, kinda small. One bedroom right? Do you want a bigger space?â
âThis fits my budget best right now and itâs very comfortable.â
âI would get you a better apartment. You wouldnât have to pay rent.â He says while removing the glasses and mask from his face to stuff them in the pockets of his baggy jeans.
âWhy arenât you answering the question? Tell me why you left me standing outside like an idiot!â
âIâm trying to resist, RenĂ©e. Since the first night my friend dragged me to that club and I saw you. I swore I wouldnât go back, but I did. I swore Iâd not get too close, but I did. I swore to myself that Iâd only go into that private room one timeâŠâ he trails off with a bitter chuckle.
âI swore to myself that I wouldnât see you tonight. And look at me. Almost three in the fucking morning and Iâm here. Do you see what you do to me? I snuck out of my house at 2 am, and I have a game tomorrow. Just to see you, RenĂ©e.â
RenĂ©e can only blink up at him from beneath her lashes as he invades her personal space. He reaches to grip her waist; his nostrils are flared like a taunted bullâs.
âSay something.â He demands.
âI⊠I don't know what you want me to say.â She responds breathlessly. Reaching up, she places the palms of her hands against his chest.
âYou know what youâre doing looking at me like that. For fuckâsâŠâ He scrubs a hand harshly down his face. Her heart flips when she sees the circular tan line against his ring finger and nothing else. He isnât wearing it.
She takes a few steps away from him. Keeping their eyes locked, Renée shimmies out of her jeans and lifts the shirt over her head.
His eyes drink her in; itâs the same baby blue set that he didnât get to see her in tonight. She watches his Adam's apple bob before turning to walk down the hallway. Blood rushes to her ears at the sound of his footsteps just behind. Her body thrums in anticipation at the sound of her bedroom door being closed behind them. The room is a decent size, with a queen sized bed below her window, a small white vanity and matching closet. The scent of lavender is more prominent as the candles are kept in her bedroom. RenĂ©e turns to face him. Virgil takes his time to admire her but doesnât make a move to get closer. She squirms under the intensity of his gaze and the tense quiet. The room already feels heated and they havenât even touched either.
âVirgil.â She whines his name on a breath.
âYes, RenĂ©e?â
He scratches at his goatee, eyes zeroing on her erect nipples.
âI want⊠touch me?â She pleads with her eyes.
He finally stalks in her direction. She cranes her head up to look at him, he dwarfs her 5â7 frame so deliciously and she loves it. Holding onto her waist, he sits on the edge of her bed and pulls her down to straddle his lap. RenĂ©e blinks at him as she breathes in his every exhale. This close, she can see the subtle freckles that dot across his caramel face. She grabs his face in both her hands, the eye contact searing. Sheâs already wet, she has been since he admonished her in the car she realizes.
âYou smell so good. Your aftershave clings to my skin. It was so potent the third time you visited that I came home, and fingered myself till I cried, imagining it was you touching me. Right on this bed.â She whispers the words against his lips.
Virgil squeezes his eyes shut and groans from the pit of his stomach. He kisses her like a man starved. Thereâs no slow build up; he crashes their lips together and his tongue immediately slithers its way into her mouth. He flicks it upward, licking against the roof of her mouth. RenĂ©e whimpers, toes curling to the point of pain. Virgil hums in reply, rubbing against her sides. His fingers tease their way upward until his thumbs flick at her barely concealed hard, brown peaks. RenĂ©e becomes slack jawed at the pleasure that jolts through her body, but he doesnât pull away from her lips. He keeps painting a sensual picture inside her warm mouth while he toys with her nipples.
âTake this off.â His voice is gruff with the command.
RenĂ©eâs hands scramble to unhook the top. The flimsy material slides between their bodies. Virgil pulls back, breaths coming out of him in ragged, short pants.
âSo pretty, baby.â
He ducks his head to tease at one of her nipples as he presses her hips down onto his lap so she feels what she does to him. RenĂ©e moans wantonly. Heâs so hard and even through the layers of his clothing she can feel that heâs well above average.
âHah- fuc-â RenĂ©e chokes as he closes his mouth around her sensitive peak. So wet, so warm; his tongue soft yet insistent. Tears prick at her eyes.
âPlease, VirgilâŠâ she moans breathlessly.
The man ignores her. He spends minutes just sucking and licking away at her chest as he grinds against her soaked panties. Every time her breath would hitch and the movement of her hips grew sloppy, heâd use his strength to hoist her off his lap until the oncoming orgasm abated.
âVirg, please I wanna come. Iâm sorry for what I said. Iâll be good.â She babbles with tears streaming down her cheeks. The place between her legs throbbing to the point of pain.
âHmm, you learn quickly. My good girl. Look how pretty you are.â
The deep baritone of his voice feels like a punch to her lower belly thatâs already quivering with arousal.
âPlease.â She begs again. RenĂ©e reaches between them to unbuckle his belt and pull his zipper down. Her hands tremble in anticipation; she doesnât care about anything else at the moment except getting him inside. He lifts his hips to allow her to pull his boxers down. The sight of him, springing free from his confines to bob against his lower belly makes her whimper. She knew heâd be big but this is beyond her expectation.
The man chokes as she tentatively feels at him. The skin is soft, silky heavily contrasting with how hard it is.
âFuck, baby. We canât; I didnât bring a condom. I had this stupid idea that not having it would prevent this but⊠fuck. Iâll make you feel goo-â
âBut I want it.â She pouts blinking up at him.
Virgil closes his eyes and releases a string of curses.
âRenĂ©e-â
âIâm clean. I promise. I donât have sex with patrons. I havenât had sex since I broke up with my boyfriend a year ago and I got tested after.â She admits.
Her confession pleases him in ways he doesnât want to unpack at the moment.
âAnd how do you know I am?â
âAre you?â She holds him captive with her eyes.
âI⊠I am but I could also be lying. You shouldnât believe just words. Iâll make you feel good in other-â
âJust⊠please. Just the tip. I want toâŠâ
She trails off as she reaches between them to peel her panties to the side. She gently lowers herself. RenĂ©e then drags her pussy along the length of him. The sound of it, the audible squelch because sheâs absolutely soaking drives them both wild. Virgil groans in his throat. She intentionally catches the tip on her opening on every upward rub.
RenĂ©e reaches between them to grip at him, positioning him right where she needs him like she needs air. She slowly eases the tip in. RenĂ©e whimpers as she undulates her hips so he slips another inch deeper. Sheâs so wet that she opens up readily, welcoming him.
âRen-â he chokes but reaches his hand down to fist at his cock, preventing her from sliding further down. She whines in protest but begins tilting her hips.
The top of his hand is already soaked.
âWhat the fuck, RenĂ©e. Why are you so wet?â
âAll for you. You do this to me. Just a little more please, Virgil? Feels so good, please.â
âYou make me irrational and I hate that.â He says through gritted teeth as he finally moves his hand away.
RenĂ©e wastes no time in sinking as far down as her body allows. She moans and doubles over on his shoulder. Heâs so big and stretches her so well. But sheâs so wet, walls swollen with arousal and eager that he slides into her like a hot knife through butter.
Virgil flexes his hips up once, twice and on the third slow, upward thrust he speaks.
âIs this what you wanted? Hm?â
Her lower belly clenches and the orgasm hits like a freight train. Renée can only sob as she grips onto his shoulders for dear life.
âFuck, baby. Did you just?â
But he gets his answer when she starts spasming around him.
âShit.â He hisses. He moves to pull his shirt up and off, baring his toned upper body and his full sleeve of tattoos.
RenĂ©e would giggle at the fact that he was still fully dressed if she wasnât so overwhelmed. Virgil stands, still inside her, and he somehow slips a bit deeper. RenĂ©e whimpers.
âLook at you. I could justâŠâ he doesnât finish his sentence. Instead, he grips her plump behind and slowly slides her up to the very tip, then down his entire length.
RenĂ©eâs eyes widen in panic. The display of strength scratches an itch she didnât know she had. The look on his face as he moves her along him as if her weight barely matters. Itâs all too much. Her entire body quakes.
âVirg, I-â
âHm?â
RenĂ©e doesnât bother with a reply because thereâs no coherent thought in her head.
âFuck, look how youâre dripping on me.â He groans as his eyes zero between them.
âAnd youâre so tight. How am I gonna ever leave you alone, RenĂ©e?â
His expression is torn between genuine distress and ecstasy.
Renée shivers to her very bones and is sent hurtling off a cliff of pleasure again. The orgasm wracks her entire body; she accidentally screams in the quiet of the night. She clings to him while she shivers like a leaf.
âSo good, Virgil, so goo-â she trails off into little whimpers.
Virgil feels the tension in the base of his spine and lower abdomen intensify. He moves to lay her on the bed, hastily kicking his pants and boxers off his legs.
Renée gasps as he climbs between her spread legs and slides inside like he belongs there. She quivers, overstimulation now biting at her skin.
âSo fucking gorgeous. Canât believe youâre real.â
He says while the pace of his hips picks up.
RenĂ©e raises her neck to look at where theyâre joined. The sight of him disappearing inside her over and over again is something that she wants ingrained in her brain forever. Like a little flipbook art.
âVirgil, too much.â She whines as another orgasm burns under the surface of her skin. This one is tinged with an ache, the pleasure so good itâs bordering pain.
âYou said you wanted to come, hm?â
The man presses a hand to her lower belly. The added pressure makes her eyes roll. Itâs so good that sheâs momentarily rendered breathless. Literally. RenĂ©e chokes, then gasps; air returning to her lungs.
âIâm gonna- Virgil. I feel like Iâm gonna pee.â
Her limbs flail in panic.
He shushes. âItâs alright, baby. Iâve got you. Let it all out, hm?â
His hips slam against her harder, deeper. The pressure continues to build as he groans almost animalistically.
RenĂ©e clenches her teeth and grunts as her body stiffens. The pleasure feels like itâs being ripped from her body, literally. She feels the place between her legs grow a lot wetter than sheâs used to; but she canât look. Her senses have been robbed from her by the man currently groaning like heâs being tortured.
âFucking- fuck, RenĂ©e.â
Virgil pulls out just in time. Rope after rope hitting her quivering belly like itâs being wrung from his body. He grits his teeth, hand working over himself like a man possessed. He canât remember the last time heâs had an orgasm this intense.
âVirgil?â The sound of her whimper clears the haze and he reaches out blindly for her as his senses slowly return.
âIâve got you, baby.â
He hugs her shivering body to his own, hands rubbing soothing circles over every inch of her skin he can reach.
They take their time to catch their breaths, slick skin against slick skin.
Renée cringes as she feels the wet spot beneath her body.
âIâve never done anything like that.â She says in awe. She has always thought maybe she was just one of the girls who couldnât squirt, but the huge wet spot on her sheets begs to differ.
âGood.â
Renée watches as he gets lost in his thoughts, his hand still running along the length of her body.
âHelp me clean up?â She asks meekly.
âOf course.â
********
Theyâre both cuddling, freshly showered with clean sheets on the bed when Virgilâs phone rings. RenĂ©e holds her breath as his âWifeâ flashes across the screen. Virgil sits upright and accepts the call.
âOh yea, just couldnât sleep so I went for a drive to clear my head.â
He listens intently, eyeing Renée from his periphery. She tries not to pout.
âYea, big game tomorrow. Make or break in the title race. Just a little anxious but I promise Iâm fine, my love. Iâll be home soon.â
Renée pulls away from his body completely. He ends the call and sighs heavily, rubbing a hand along his neck.
âIâve got to go.â
âOkay.â She says curtly.
âRenĂ©e, donât do this. You know who I am. You know I haveâŠâ
âI know.â
He looks over at her pouting in the bed and chuckles bitterly.
âI thought that having sex with you once would be it, you know. I thought I just needed to do it to get it out of my system.â
He leans over to peck her lips until her pout turns to a small smile.
âYouâre so⊠what are you doing to me?â
It doesnât sound rhetorical and RenĂ©e can only blink up at him helplessly.
ïżœïżœïżœQuit your job at the club.â He says seriously.
âHuh? I- I canât. Tuition is expensive and rent an-â
âIâll take care of you. I canât⊠Iâm weak to you. I know this wonât be the last time and I canât bear the thought of all those men just⊠quit.â
RenĂ©e breath stutters. She stares, mouth agape and wide-eyed. She knows the kind of arrangement he wants her to be a part of. Itâs messy. Itâs dangerous. Itâs⊠exciting.
#black woman#football#soccer#football fanfic#virgil van dijk x black reader#virgil van dijk x reader#virgil van dijk
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may i please have some more angry trans sukuna headcanons đ„șđ€Č (voice of a starving victorian child)
Took awhile but I'm back! Of course I can, and honestly, fucking Sukuna's pussy while he's mad is just a whole other level of sexy.
Maybe he got mad at you because you were spending too much time with your other male friends and he got jealous.
When you get home, your house is quiet. Your needy, grumpy boyfriend is nowhere in sight. Usually, he'd be all over you, grabbing and kissing, asking about where you were all day and whining about how he was alone. But today was different.
You left your shoes in your shoe cubby in the entryway and step inside. Turning on all the lights, you search for Sukuna, starting to feel pangs of anxiousness. Your apartment wasn't very big at all, so the fact that you haven't found the pink haired brute yet was rather concerning.
You flip the light in your bedroom and....there he is! Upon the light being turned on, you hear a low growl from underneath the covers. A warning to not get any closer. But you ignored it, knowing that he was like this at least 97% of the time.
You shuffled over to the bedside, reaching out to gently rub his back, but once again, a warning growl rumbles from the man underneath you.
"Sukuna, what's wrong? Why're you growling at me all of a sudden?"
You ask gently, wondering if the poor man had a bad day. His gruff voice spills from underneath his blanket tomb, dripping with venom.
"It's past 18:00. You should've been home."
He snarls at you, scooting away next to the wall like a feral cat. You think to yourself, before tugging the blanket off of his head, revealing his angry tattooed face. His ruby red eyes flash at you, gnashing his teeth as he attempts to pull away, but your hands keep him stationary.
"Baby, I was with friends. We just had a few drinks, that's it."
You explain to him. You tug him closer to you, but he tries (and fails) to escape, so he's stuck sitting in your lap.
He glares daggers at you, a look so cold it was like ice.
"I don't fucking care. You were supposed to be home. And you go off with your stupid fucking friends? May as well fuck them and move in with them if you want to be with them so bad."
You frown at this. Your pretty little boyfriend had never been this mad about you hanging with your friends before.
"Baby, it was just for a few hours-"
You start, before you're crudely interrupted.
"I don't care if it was for a few hours! I'm sitting here, pent up, and all you care about is your stupid fucking friends!"
Sukuna shouts at you before attempting to get away, clawing at you, but you keep him in your lap.
A darkness sweeps over your consciousness, and your fingers dig into his sides.
"You're pent up? Hm..did my poor baby miss me?"
You tease him. He's unable to respond when you shove him down, immediately nipping and kissing his neck. He growls, trying to shove you off, but you continue your assault on his neck and collar.
You run your fingers around his torso before shoving your hand down his boxers. To your delight, the fabric was soaked, and his hairy cunt even more so.
He tries to punch, grunting and snarling, but an unforgiving slap to his needy pussy shuts him up real quick.
He cries out, trying to close his legs and squirm away. Tears well up in his four eyes, but face still full of rage as before.
Meanwhile, your hand is making rounds down his underwear. You slowly rub his puffy clit, causing him to shake and shudder with each lingering touch.
"A-ah! Get the fuck off of me!"
Sukuna howls, twisting away from you. He's able to almost slide off of the bed, but you catch him and pin him down. And with a harsh grind of your now bulge against his ass, you grunt into his ear.
"You fucking slut..all mad because I spent some time away and I couldn't pound that perfect pussy of yours. And now you want to get away? Not happening."
You shove his face down, tugging his hips up. With a quick motion, you tear away his boxers to reveal his dripping pink pussy. Sukuna was truly eye candy, and all his trips to the gym weren't for nothing. Sure, he had some fat on him, but it made him toned and strong. His ass was thick and pussy equally so. You couldn't help yourself.
Lining your face up with his cunt, you shove your tongue right in, making him buck and whine.
You smile at the taste of his pussy juices, slightly sour with a hint of sweetness. You feel his slick dripping down your chin as you absolutely demolish his puffy pussy.
Your mouth travels lower to his fat clit, large from years of testosterone therapy. You swirl your tongue around the base, before taking the whole thing in your mouth and suckling on it like a baby would a pacifier.
Underneath, Sukuna grinds his hips against you, still growling and drooling and leaving a puddle on the floor.
Taking your face away from Sukuna's pussy, you replace your mouth with two fingers slipping inside with a wet squelch.
He turns, hips squirming, but you give his ass an unforgiving slap with your other hand. He stops trying to squirm away, only yelping as a warm welt appears on his ass.
"Good boy, Sukuna.."
You whisper, curling your fingers inside him. You flip him over and slot yourself in between his spread legs, your bulge against him fervently.
"Being such a bitch like this.."
You hum, leaning down to bite his collar. He snarls, pussy clenching on your intruding fingers, feeling it flutter as his cunt attempts to suck your fingers inside. You stop for a moment before shoving a third finger inside him, stretching him out.
"N-no!"
Sukuna whines. And ever so slightly, his angry and haughty front falters, showing his true nature. This is what he wanted all along, his boyfriend to come and give him attention. He needed it..but he was still mad you chose your friends over him. So his front was back up again.
"You..you brute...just fuck me already! Stop being a fucking prude!"
He growls, snapping at you. You tug your fingers out, dripping with his slick. You shove your fingers inside his mouth, careful to avoid his sharp gnashing teeth. And though he was pissed, he gently sucked your fingers, careful not to graze you with his canines.
You unzip your pants, throwing them down as you take your cock out of your boxers. One thing that Sukuna loved was your fat 9 inch dick and the way it filled him up just right. But he'd never admit that to you.
"Don't worry.. I'll shove my dick deep inside you..maybe give you some of my kids, yeah?"
You tease him. Ever so slightly, his face blushes and his four eyes look off to the side.
Down below, you softly rub your cock through his fuzzy pussy lips. The warm pink hair tickled your dick so nicely, and his fat labia clung to you like a lifeline. When you felt it was enough, you slid the tip inside.
Sukuna lets out a choked gasp, back arching off of the floor. You lean down to slip one of his breasts into your mouth.
Another thing about Sukuna is that when he wasn't binding, he had some fat fucking tits. They were big and a teeny bit saggy, but sat on his pecs quite nicely.
You nipple and bite his chest, while adopting a steady pace with your hips.
Your thrusts were hard and deep, his juices spattering everywhere with each blow of your hips into his own.
Your arms wrap around him, holding him tight as you go to lick and suck his neck and collarbone again, leaving deep purple love bites on his peachy skin.
Each snap of your hips sends Sukuna into ecstasy, his voice breaking with each shaky moan that's released from his mouth.
You go back up to his lips, kissing them until they're sore and plump.
After a few minutes, Sukuna starts to whine very high pitched, a sign that he's about to cum.
"That's it baby..cum for me.."
You whisper in his ear. And a few seconds later, you feel him squirt on your dick as his entire body convulses. The pleasure from his pulsing pussy sends you over the edge, and you shoot your load deep inside him, rolling your hips so that none of your seed escapes him.
The two of you lay there, huffing and breathing before you slip out of him with a pool of your cum leaking from his abused hole.
You kiss Sukuna's lips again, before scooping him up in your arms. You carry him to the shower room, setting him down inside the small tub. He's still leaking and breathing hard, eyes closed and chest heaving. You smile at your lovely boyfriend before turning on the tub.
You take a rag and start to scrub his sweaty, tired body. Every inch of him you're sure to wipe and clean, making sure he's comfortable. After a while, you shut off the water and use a towel to dry him off.
You pick him up again, which is a hard feat due to how tall and fucking muscular he was, but you manage. You set him down in your shared bed, making sure to prop up the pillows so that he's warm and comfortable in bed.
Soon, he's snoring due to exhaustion, which leaves you to clean up the mess on the floor and take a shower yourself
When you step out, you saunter over to the bed and slip underneath the covers beside Sukuna. You wrap your arms around him, keeping him close and spooning him from behind. Soon, you feel your eyes begin to fall as you drift away in slumber.
Best evening ever.
#transmasc#trans ftm#ftm ns/fw#trans man#jjk smut#sukuna x male reader#x male reader#ryomen sukuna#jjk x male reader#fluff and smut
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Hatefuck with Thanos
Angels note: more like hatesuck i guess but wtvr.. this is my first request so i hope its good! Ermmm i was fighting sleep at the end of this so it might seem rushedâŠ. Also it deleted the first half of it and so i gave up on like adding a real intro. But you basically pissed him tf off during mingle for being a bit rude
About 30 minutes had passed by and everyone was getting ready for lights out, including you. You crawled into your thin mattress covered bed, laying on your side and thinking about every rude comment you said to Thanos. After lights out, you got up to use the restroom, thanking the guard and quickly making your way to a stall. You looked at yourself in the mirror after finishing, wiping your clean and wet hands off on your jacket. You heard the door open and close, followed by footsteps. Your heart dropped when you saw a 6 foot tall figure with purple hair behind you in the mirror. âThanos! What are you doing in the restroom.â He covered your mouth with his hand, âShut the fuck up, jesus.â You looked at his pupils that were blown wide, he was high. âYou donât know when to shut your mouth ever, do you?â He looked you up and down, putting his hands on your shoulders aggressively. âIf this is about earlier, Iâm sorry forââ you were rudely cut off by his lips crashing into yours. You tried to pull back gently, âThanos what are youââ He shushed you with his finger, âshhhâŠi need this..please.â His voice was slurred slightly but still laced with anger. You stuttered as you looked up at him, him mocking your stuttering, making you shut up. You looked up at him and nodded, giving him approval to continue. âThank fuck..â he mumbled as he pulled you into an angry, sloppy kiss. He ripped the zipper of your jacket down, attacking your jawline with his mouth, sucking and gnashing his teeth against your skin. âYouâre a fucking bitch sometimes, yâknow that?â You winced softly as he pinched your skin in between his teeth, making you whimper. He took your jacket off, âarms up.â You obeyed his ask, letting him take your shirt off. âSee, isnât it better to be cooperative and a nice girl?â You avoided eye contact with him out of guilt, watching his manicured nails snake behind you to roughly take your bra off. He sighed, palming your breast softly compared to his other touches. He stepped back slightly, taking his shirt off, his jacket already probably lying on his bed. You could see the waistband of his boxers and a light happy trail along with his v line. Damn was he lean. You watched his cold gaze stare holes into you, making you exhale shakily. He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks to make you open your mouth, spitting in it. âGet on your knees.â You nodded, dropping to your knees, looking up at him. The look on your face alone was lewd enough to make his dick hard to where it hurt. âDo i have to get it out for you or can you use your fucking brain?â You hooked your fingers over his sweatpants waistband, pulling it down along with his black boxers. Your eyes widened softly as you watched his cock sprung up, slapping against his lower abdomen. You brought your head forward, giving his pink tip kitten licks softly. You felt his hand grab your hair gently, making a makeshift ponytail. He very slightly pushed your head forward. âCâmon baby,â he gestured for you to suck his cock. You followed his request, opening your mouth to take a few inches in your mouth, your tongue licking the underside of his shaft. You felt him thrust into your mouth, making his tip hit the back of your throat, making your eyes water. You moaned against his cock, bobbing your head up and down. You grabbed the base of his dick, taking almost all of him in your mouth, making him groan softly.
âFinally doing something right,â he snickered softly at his own words, making you whimper quietly. You brought your hand to cup his balls, bringing your head forward to deepthroat his dick, a small gag coming from you. You felt his hand keep your head there, not letting you pull back. âBreathe through nose, dumb bitch.â You put a hand to his thigh for support, feeling him let you pull back, your slobber coating his length. You pulled away to cough slightly before going back to his cock to suck on his tip, making him moan. You jerked his dick with your right hand as you continued. You felt his cock twitch in your hand ever so slightly, making you jerk him off faster. You opened your mouth, waiting for him to orgasm. You saw him tilt his head back, âfuckkk, just like that.â He let out a low groan as he felt his release inch closer and closer. You felt his cum shoot out on your lips and tongue, some getting on your nose. He moaned rather loudly, feeling you stop your hand. You stood up, his cum still on your tongue and lips. He pulled his pants up, tucking his now soft cock back into his boxers. He watched you spit out his cum, he didnât really care, the drug making him feel rather carefree now. He couldnât even remember why he was mad with you. He watched you put your clothing back on, a smirk on his face. âLets go back now, the guard is probably getting impatient dontcha think?â
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I'm back! And here's the fic y'all. It's not proofread though, so...
And again, yes, I vote on my own polls. And yes, I voted for fluff. Let a man have his moments, y'all.
So, Yandere!Criminal! Abilty User! Reader x Tachihara Michizo.
Contents: Yandere!Criminal! Abilty User! Reader fucking Tachihara because he's obsessed.
Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting (reader receiving), dubcon/noncon, nipple play.
You had been one of the assassins under Guild, their ace card. But before they could find an opening to use you, Guild crumpled.
You escaped. Guild had never been your last option, and you weren't dedicated enough to it to consider ending yourself with it.
Unfortunately, the Special Division for Powerful Abilities got wind of your existence, even though Guild tried to hide it the best it could. That's how you found the Hunting Dogs at your tail.
Now, sitting in the cell designed specially to imprison ability-users, you sighed softly.
The Hunting Dogs were trying to get you to spit out the information regarding the last of the Guild's dregs, so that they could clean it completely, and officially consider that case closed.
Sadly for them, even if you had willingly left Guild, you had something of an emotional attachment to the members, and despite hours of continuous torture, you didn't spill.
Of the Hunting Dogs, the one you liked the most was definitely Tachihara. I mean, even though all the time you two spend together was him interrogating and torturing you, you couldn't help but develop a sick liking to him, the sort that made you look forward to seeing him.
You were sure Tachihara knew about it. I mean, you did make a point to drill this fact into every single one of the Hunting Dogs except him. One of them must have brought it up to tease him.
One day, to your delightful surprise, the guards bound your hands not with the usual cuffs, but with a rope instead.
Just this slight change from general routine was enough to send your brain speeding. Today was Tachihara's turn, wasn't it? If he couldn't manipulate your cuffs, since they weren't of metal anymore, did that mean...
You smirked, and let the guards shove you into a cell. Standing in front of you was Tachihara, face grim and one hand on the sword at his waist.
"I know what you might be thinking." He said, as the guards grabbed you and rammed you into a chair. "Your cuffs aren't metal today, so you can escape. Look around you though."
You did, and noticed that the cell walls seemed to be made entirely of metal. It did nothing to douse your smirk, however. Escaping was not what you had in mind.
The guards left, locking the door from outside. You turned to look at Tachihara.
"You look beautiful today." You cooed at him, and he flushed.
"For the last time, [Last Name]," He said through gritted teeth. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"Hmm, didn't you miss me?" You leaned forwards, eyes shining at him. "Because I missed you."
Tachihara shook his head, turning to let his back face you. You didn't mind, you liked the view of his ass just as much as his face. He was here was all that mattered.
He pulled out his sword, and it slowly grew into a spiral. You knew what that was for, but before he could use it, you decided to make your move.
Your ability was a really handy one. It could create thick padding of clothing out of nowhere, and make it disappear, too. It might seem slightly lame at first glance, but it was highly useful when you could create said padding in someone's airways, and then remove it later to make it look like they choked on their own spit.
Unlike that ability user from the Port Mafia, what was his name?... Right, yeah, Akutagawa Ryomen. Unlike him, your ability could not produce sharp or thin fabric. But you could clog up people's joints, tracheas, lungs, brain, whatever you wanted.
Now, however, as you gnashed at the ropes binding your hands, your ability created a protective sphere around you and Tachihara.
He yelped, whipping around to thrust his sword towards you, but before it could touch you, you had covered up the entire blade with the padding, and the sword was useless. The ropes binding your wrists fell away, torn to shreds by your teeth.
Tachihara tried to manipulate the sword into shapes that could tear through the fabric, but you were faster. Yanking the sword out of his hand, you created an opening in the sphere, and deposited the sword outside this little world of you and him.
"Fuck, damnit" He cursed, trying to use the metal parts of his belt and hat to attack you, but they suffered the very same fate as his sword.
The chair was left out, and so was all of the metal in the cell. He had virtually nothing to attack you with.
You stepped closer to him, and he tried to swing a punch at you, but you grabbed his wrist, pushed his arm back and pinned him to a cloth wall thick enough to stand with his weight pressed to it.
"Fucking let me go," Tachihara hissed, trying to struggle out of your grip. "What do you want?"
"I thought you'd know what I wanted, 'Hara," You said softly, smiling at him. "I mean, I've been so transparent with you since day one."
He frowned, trying to push you away, and you bound his hands with thick fabric.
"Come, now, don't be like this," You said, leaning over him. "I've finally gotten this chance. I've been rotting in this prison for so long, don't you think you should let me have some fun?"
Tachihara's eyes widened slightly at the implications of your words. "Fuck, guards! GUARDS!"
"Don't bother," You raised a hand to caress his face, and he flinched away. Something burnt in your chest, but you touched him anyway, knowing that with time he'd come to expect your love. "I've soundproofed the room perfectly."
"Fuck you," He was panicking, you could tell. "Whatever you do, once you get out, they're gonna have you killed. So it doesn't matter how you hurt me."
"Hurt you?" The surprise that showed on your face was genuine, and so was the hurt. "No, I'd never hurt you, baby."
You leaned forwards, so gentle in the way you were touching him that his eyes widened again, and his struggles paused.
"You... What?"
"Mm-hmm," You pressed your forehead against his, and conjured up a desk behind Tachihara's knees, so he was sitting on it with his back against the wall. "Why would I wanna do that, hmm?"
You removed your hand from his cheek, and started unbuttoning his shirt.
He yelped, startled at the sudden change in your focus. "Wait, wait, wait-"
You ripped his shirt off him, and his pants followed too. He started struggling again, trying to kick you away. You caught his ankles, and yanked his legs open, exposing his cock and hole to you.
"So pretty," You murmured, transfixed. "So beautiful."
"What the fuck are you doing?" Tachihara kept trying to rip his hands free of their restraints, but to no avail. "What the fuck do you- Nggh!"
You wrapped your hand around his cock and started stroking at a certain pace.
"Fuck, stop it, stop it!" He thrashed around underneath you, trying to squirm away. You held his waist firmly, fingers digging into his pretty pale skin. "You sick little-"
You grabbed his face with one hand and kissed him, shutting him up. His cock was starting to get erect now, twitching against your hand. You nipped and bit at Tachihara's lips, feeling his breath hitch under you.
Your strokes slowed, and your hand started venturing lower instead. You found his hole, and gave the rim a little stroke. He huffed against your lips, eyes screwed shut.
You pulled away from his lips, sucking on your fingers instead. Once they were fully coated with spit, you lowered them to his hole again, and raised your head to look up at him.
"I'm going to prep you, hmm?" You placed a kiss on one of his eyes, and he tried to turn his head away to avoid it.
"Why are you telling me?!" He scowled. "It's not like if I say no, you won't- Mmph!"
You prepped him, just like you'd promised, and it wasn't long before Tachihara's struggles weakened. He kept trying to talk, kept trying to curse you away, but you turned a deaf ear to most of the things he said. Your fingers loosened his insides, and his huffs and pants turned into moans even as he bit his lip to stop them.
Soon, he was more than ready for your cock, which you freed quickly from your prison pants and boxers. Aligning it to Tachihara's hole, you slowly pushed in.
"F-hah! Fuck, what is- why are you..." He couldn't speak, eyes glued to where you two met. "Don't do this, don't- Ughh!"
You thrusted into him, watching as his pretty face changed expressions. His eyes blurred up, and his back arched, pushing his nipples into your face. You started gaining a rhythm, holding the underside of his knees to keep his legs apart.
"Fuck!" Tachihara gripped onto the very same restraints he had been trying to free himself from, scrambling to find purchase to ground himself against the feeling of your cock in him.
You lowered your head and sucked on his nipples, biting and teasing him as your dick bullied his insides, each thrust making him shudder and clamp down on his lips harder to block a moan. You moved your lips to his instead, prying them open and sliding your tongue in, hips snapping into his and making his thighs tremble.
"Don't be like this," You said. "Let me hear you, hmm? Let me know how good I'm making you feel right now, baby."
Your thrusts grew more forceful, cock ravaging his body. Tachihara didn't even need your encouragement, he could hardly hold his moans back anymore, and soon your ears were filled with his sounds, his pants and huffs and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
You pounded into him, making his eyes tear up and roll to the back of his head. You could see the bulge in his stomach with each thrust, the come and go image of your dick, driving you feral.
"Ah, uhh! Hah!"
Tachihara was starting to clench on you now, his pretty face all covered with tears and lips swollen with all that biting. He looked so fucking sexy, shoulders trembling and sweat-soaked hair sticking to forehead, it almost drove you mad.
Suddenly, with one particular thrust, Tachihara screamed, eyes wide and watery and hands scratching the cloth wall behind him. You understood, shifting slightly to hit his sweet spot again.
You freed his hands, just to see how he'd react, but he thoughtlessly wrapped his arms around your neck and pressed his tear-soaked face into the crook of your neck. Your eyes widened slightly, but then you started fucking him harder, abusing his sweet spot with your tip and feeling him clench around you.
His moans started to tune into cries, and he could no longer muffle them against your skin. He bit down on your shoulder instead, sending a spark of heat right down to your cock. His constant ah-ah-ah's were driving you insane, and the pace at which your hips were rolling into his was already inhuman.
And Tachihara, oh gods, he was going insane. You were rearranging his insides to the shape of your cock, each nudge of your tip against his sweet spot making his brain more and more cloudy. He could hardly think of anything but you now, pathetic and desperate for your cock.
It felt so good, so amazing, he came before he'd even realised it, cum shooting out of his untouched dick as he clenched unbearably tight around yours, making it difficult for you to thrust in and out.
You weren't far behind, and pretty soon you reached your own orgasm, painting his walls white with your seed as your hips slowed to a stop.
Tachihara fell back, and your ability caught him perfectly. You pulled out of him, raising your head to look at that pretty face of his.
He looked so gorgeous all fucked-out, chest heaving with each breath and with no strength to even wipe his own stomach, you couldn't help but coo.
"Pretty baby," You whispered, and wrapped your arms around him.
#dom male reader#top male reader#dom reader#bungou stray dogs#sub bsd#sub bsd x you#bsd x you#sub bungou stray dog x you#sub bungou stray dogs#sub character#sub character x you#sub tachihara x you#sub tachihara
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@jegulus-microfic january 30 - uneven - 983words - cw: nsfw!, spanking, degradation
aka when a haircut gone wrong turns into bending ur husband over the kitchen counter and ****** his ***** until ******* and he ******** *** ***
âItâs uneven.â
âNo, itâs not!â
âItâs uneven, James.â
âYouâ sheâs just sitting improperly, her head bent at an angle,â his fiancĂ©e replies, in a there you have it way.
Regulus levels him with a flat look, âYouâve cut our daughter bangs and theyâre uneven.â
âThe hair kept falling into her eyes! It was bothering her,â Jamesâ tone is defensive.
Regulus stares down at the picture on Jamesâ phone, regarding the line of Harrieâs bangs as they fall crookedly over her small forehead, grin as wide and toothy as always, pigtails equally askew. Sheâs running around in kindergarten like that right now none the wiser.
When he looks up to raise an eyebrow at James this one snatches up his phone and pockets it with a huff, grumbling under his breath.
Behind them the electric kettle clicks, signaling that the water is boiled, so Regulus turns his back to face the shelves in search of a mug and tea bag.
âAs if you wouldâve done any better.â
An incredulous scoff rips from the back of Regulusâ throat.
It sounds like James is gnashing his teeth when he growls, âWhat?â
Regulus casually goes about preparing his tea. âOh, miles, baby.â
James sounds closer when he speaks next, making Regulus shiver, âYouâre a brat.â
âYour ego is too big,â Regulus spits back.
âYeah, well, somethingâs gotta match the cock.â
Thereâs a second of still silence where theyâre both not moving, disbelieving over if James just actually said that out loud.
Then Regulus head whips around and he fixes the other with a narrow glare. âExcuse me?â
He can see the moment something flips inside James and he decides, wether that be reasoned or not, to just fucking roll with it. âYou heard me.â
Regulus feels his face pull into a sneer, âYes and Iâd actually rather impale my eardrums with a toothpick before it happens again.â
Now itâs Jamesâ turn to scoff before he steps closer, âYeah, like you didnât moan about it last weekend on date night.â
James cages Regulus against the counter and all he can do is turn his back to him again. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Warmth settles over Regulusâ back as James crowds his space, breath hot over the shell of his ear. âFuck, Jamie,â he whines in imitation of Regulus, âSo big, feels so good, ah- yes, yes! Please, harder, âm gonnaââ
Regulus knuckles are turning white against the counter. Heâs not sure heâs still breathing.
James nuzzles Regulusâ curls with his nose, hips grazing the swell of his ass, âBegging for it like a slut.â
Regulus gasps sharply, âMerdeâ shut up.â
Soft lips come down on his neck, spit slick, and Regulus is trembling.
âI love when youâre good for me like that, Reg,â James murmurs breathily, âDonât you wanna be good for me?â
He punctuates the questions by pressing his crotch directly into Regulusâ ass, the grey sweatpants doing nothing to hide the thick line of him.
A moan tumbles out of him involuntarily.
James gives a pleased hum before he sucks on that same spot on Regulusâ neck, âThatâs it, baby.â
Mindlessly, Regulus pushes back, arousal shooting through him when James groans softly.
âCâmon, love, I know just how sweet you can be for me.â
Itâs a wonder Regulus manages to shake his head.
âYeah, you are,â James insists, âDoesnât always have to be only once I fuck you stupid on my fat cock.â
Regulus grits his teeth, âYouâre impossible.â
James sighs displeased, a mournful little thing that makes Regulusâ head dizzy, âFine, the hard way then.â
In one swift movement he pulls Regulus back by the hips, yanks down his own black sweats and spanks him right across one ass cheek.
Regulus is helpless to do anything but cry out in pleasure, the sting seeping through the flesh and concentrating between his legs, making his cock twitch where it bobs heavy in the air.
âTry again,â James says, voice dangerously neutral and massaging his throbbing cheek.
Regulus bites down on his tongue, then presses out, âYouâd be lucky to be considered average.â
A chuckle and then another swing, sharper than the first and the sound of it reverberating off their kitchen tiles.
Regulus whimpers a strangled noise which turns into a downright pitiful whine when James roughly spits on his exposed hole.
âOh, you like that, huh, baby?â James taunts, hooking a thumb into his rim, breaching for a moment just to retreat again.
Traitorously, his hips push back on the finger.
âArenât you greedy?â James comments, âI want you to use your words though.â
âJames.â
His husband tzks.
Regulus has to squeeze his eyes shut tightly, chin crinkling, lip wobbling, âPlease.â
âPlease what?â
Another hit when Regulus doesnât give an answer fast enough, this on right on the crease of his thigh. More spitting, landing carelessly on the meat of his ass and slowly trickling between his cheeks.
It takes a moment for Regulus to realize the sound in the kitchen is his own whine. âMore, please.â
James hums above him, leaning over him to kiss at his neck. âJust a little bit more specific, baby. I know you can do it.â He punctuates the demand by teasingly swiping two fingers through the spit and prodding at his entrance but not slipping them in.
Regulus grits out a harsh pant, thighs starting to tremble. His ass stings like a bitch and his cock is throbbing, hard and neglected and all he can think about is that he wants Jamesâ teeth in the nape of his neck. The overwhelming desire to be good and pliant as he gets utterly annihilated.
âBreed me, Jamie.â
His husband curses, voice strangled, and then he proceeds to fuck him so hard Regulus doesnât know up from down anymore.
They have to call Effie and Monty to pick Harrie up from kindergarten one and a half hours later.
#this started out as mild bickering and it jsut went downhill SO fast.#idk even what this is tbh#*sigh*#i dont rly like the ending#anywayz#jegulus#jegulus microfic#jegulus dads#james potter#regulus black#starchaser#sunseeker#luneâs tiny fic
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I think my favorite part about Boba's daddy issues is the fact that they aren't your traditional flavor of daddy issues
Like
"Oh my dad never loved me" or abusive, or anything to that degree
Like on all accounts Jango loved him and did his best. Some of his methods are a little unorthodox but such is life when you're a war vet with PTSD that doesn't have a healthy coping mechanism besides having a son. No no no. Boba's daddy issues are that he simply is his father and he will never escape that shadow. (Well there's Din who just flat out doesn't know. But my point is there)
He is his father and he will never be the man his father was and isn't that the kicker. You know how Robert Irwin's life revolves around everybody and their mother feeling as though they need to include his father in the conversation whenever it pertains to him in the slightest?
Jango Fett was the blue print and Boba is simply his copy and I cannot imagine hearing about your dead father every time a fellow bounty hunter opened their mouth the second you stepped into a room. At least until Boba got fed up and pulled a blaster on the poor bastard and promptly shut him up for the moment.
And as fun as it is to imagine Jango in the aftermath shaking his head as his child inevitably falls down the very rabbit hole that got himself killed. But, that sentiment aside, I cannot imagine a moment Jango isn't proud of that boy and Boba simply cannot see that. Boba is in no way perfect and Jango was also the blue print for that, but Jango will be damned to feel ashamed of his kid for making the same mistakes under zero guidance. Jango's fucked up, and likewise his child is as well but that's his boy, his pride and joy.
And I don't think Boba's knows that. Most people didn't know his father. They knew Jango Fett the bounty hunter. They knew Jango Fett the Jedi killer. They knew a man, mostly ruthless, that hunted his prey with an expressionless face that waited until the right moment to strike.
And thats not to say that's all Jango was. But who was going to tell Boba that? That the man's hands were as gentle as they were calloused and that despite his dark unassuming eyes that dared one to speak against him, he was a family man at the end of the day and although all the family he had were long since dead he carried their remembrance with a guilt like no other and he loved his boy.
But a 10 year olds memory is a fickle thing. And when ones face is tilted towards the light it's so easy to be blinded by it.
Jango was never cruel, but his hands have left their stain no matter how many times he's washed them and when the only people left alive to speak your name are the hunters you gnashed teeth with and the child you left orphaned despite the promise that things would be different this time around it's too easy for the truth to fall between the cracks.
Because while Jaster would have beamed down at Boba with pride and Myles and Silas would have lifted that boy high above their heads and recounted tales upon tales of what trouble his father had dragged them along for, and Zam had brushed his fair back behind his ears and read him stories and left him books at his doorstep, Aurra Sing was not as kind.
And while she wretched alcohol away from too small hands she had just as easily belittled and abandoned him in the same breath. And while Hondo has described Jango as an honorable man, what good did that tell a boy who had been thrust into prison just a few hours later.
Because whether they'd told Boba his father was a too gentle bastard or a man that striked fear into the hearts of whoever heard his name, he was an unobtainable goal and Boba was a cheap imitation.
And while he rose against the ranks, and learned to strike fear into all who opposed him then learned to love above all else, there's not a soul alive to tell him that his father would be proud of the man he'd become.
And maybe at long last he can sleep at night, because what good is a dead man's approval anyway? But he will never know that at the end of the day, through the shadow and the haze of blurred vision Jango loved him above all else, everything else be damned.
#star wars#jango fett#boba fett#rambles#uhm i was more than content to let this set in the dms of me and a friend but they said to post it and yeah okay#who am i to deny the people of tumblr the insane takes i write down at 6:30 in the morning after only being awake for an hour#*holding boba in my hands* no one understands him the way i understand him#thats mostly a joke...#also this take is specifically about Jango's treatment towards Boba and not the clones as a whole im not touching that y'all#but im gonna kill on the hill that jango fett loved his son oh my god#also unpopular opinion but i loved the book of boba fett#its has its questionable moments sure but to me its about breaking the cycle and becoming his own person and#guys i could make so many damn posts about him you dont understand đ#im gonna stop rambling now yall im losing it enjoy this
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idk who originally posted this (i found it on pinterest) but it immediately gripped me with a horrible need to assign it to weyoun and damar, so i wrote something.
(gore and blood and violence and death ahead ye be warned)
1. weyoun would eat damar simply out of detached curiousity. it would taste of nothing on his tongue.
2. damar is the ant, weyoun is the fungus
3. weyoun is the dog, damar is the master. but also damar is the dog, weyoun being the master. often they are just tangled together by each-other's leashes.
4. weyoun 5 in my solid-basic-dayoun-headcanon dies of strangulation at the hands of damar so... that is my answer. weyoun is always the first to die. his death drive is too strong for him to survive for too long anymore.
5. heroin.
6. damar licks up weyoun's cigarette ash when weyoun isn't there to see it.
7. damar is julius caesar and weyoun is brutus
8. weyoun is jesus and damar is judas
9. did damar want weyoun to grind him down? partly, yes. did weyoun 5 know damar would kill him? and later did weyoun 8 know damar would destroy the cloning facility holding his future bodies, seemingly rendering him mortal? certainly weyoun 8 knew.
10. damar is irrumatus and weyoun is irrumans. damar is pedicatus and weyoun is pedicans
11. not often, because weyouns mouth is toxic. it doesn't always deter.
12. weyoun is heads, damar is tails.
13. damar is the holey dollar, but weyoun is the dump. always discarded.
14. weyoun 6 bites one time into his own wrist. damar watches speechlessly, mortified and drunk as the room spins around them both.
15. damar bites into weyoun's shoulder. weyoun complains about it endlessly, berating him for it. but does not heal it. it scars because he lets it. when he comes back again from the vat, it's gone.
16. weyoun 7 bites damar's hand hard, like a trapped animal, when damar tries to be sweet only one time to him. damar does not heal it. it is hard to scar scaled flesh with a bite like that but he always knows it is there.
17. damar and weyoun digging teeth into eachothers arms, growling and gnashing, dripping jaws locked tighter and tighter shut around bone and viscera, a la the movie Raw.
18. damar imagines himself biting into weyoun's throat until it breaks in his jaw, spilling dark and thick purple liquid onto everything. when he comes back to reality, weyoun is looking at him expectantly with empty eyes and a smug expression across a table from him at quark's bar. damar clenches his fists on the table even tighter.
19. damar bites weyoun. weyoun bites damar. ouroboros. damar bites back. ouroboros. weyoun bites back. does biting back ever fucking change anything?
20. damar brings weyoun flowers in a vain attempt to reach him. it doesn't work because weyoun doesn't understand the gesture or even appreciate it. but he knows it is a gift.
#headcanon#ship ask game#dayoun#damar#corat damar#weyoun#weyoun 5#weyoun 6#weyoun 7#weyoun and damar#star trek deep space nine#star trek ds9#ds9#they are the worst i love them so much i hate that they are my otp nowadays#me: in the best relationship of my life#my otp: they fucking hate eachother so much and then they fuck and hate themselves for it#please excuse me i just wanted to like contribute a lil bit and also im insane#maybe yall agree with my takes maybe not#weyoun 8#fuck sorry babe i forgot about you#edit tag to add that weyoun and damar are so mountain goats coded and that is NOT good#h.txt
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Departure

A bit of an introspective take of those three idiots jumping from the waterfall in Wano. Told from the perspective of Eustass Kid.
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Eustass 'Captain' Kid stood on the bow of his ship, arms folded as he surveyed his crew.
The stupidly long victory celebration over those geezer's and the repair work were finally over as the three captains carved out their new paths like adults---by bickering and drawing straws. Kid smirked, thinking of Straw Hat's defeated face. Unlucky monkey loser.
The ships were loaded with supplies and everybody was eager to leave, choosing the earliest moment possible, at the exact same time. It looks like everyone is itching to go.
That shitty rubber bastard and Twat-falagar were carefully planning on leaving via the official port, down a slow moving escalator. Like losers who wore life jackets and safety gear. Lame ass scrubs. The same port Kaido used to kidnap his crew and bring them to this hellhole of a country. He was not going to make his crew go down that thing. No fucking way.
The other captain's had chosen to come here, to this enslaved land, of their own volition. They had done so freely, selfishly even because no one wanted their help at first. Wano was an isolated land, not welcoming and certainly not a fan of pirates. That ugly fucking dragon had ruined any lingering goodwill to foreigners, especially criminals. They had bombarded in, the way a pirate should. The way he should have...
No. No, he had been betrayed by an ally and ambushed by a freak of fucking nature. That psycho bastard had jumped from such a height, no one had been able to sense him coming until he was right there. Who jumps from the clouds and tries to die? Fuck, fall in the ocean you senile shithead...
Tells him, he has to join...as if I'd ever sail under someone else's flag! He was his own man---Captain of his own crew. I ain't no stupid lackey!
Beats him and throws him in the clink to motivate his crew to do as he says. Gave his right hand man to that disgusting self-important loser Orochi. Like he was just property. The thought was enraging, as Kid almost lost his composure and punched the ground.Â
Then this ugly bastard gambles with Killer, backing him into a corner of a non-winning bet: eat this defective smile fruit or I'll kill your captain. No one treats my crew like that and gets away with it. Heard he was killed by that courtesan and those samurai's. Good fuckin' riddance.
And then they forced Killer to do their bidding, all the while out of his damn mind, plagued by a face frozen in place, with a permanent smile. The proud captain gnashed his teeth, gripping the Punk's railing, before taking a deep calming breath.Â
It was like this place was designed to punish him. Even Odon noodles were popular here. Nasty ass food. No, he didn't want to spend a second longer here than he had to. But he couldn't say that, not to those two shitheads.
He slaved away in those mines for days, recovering and building up his strength. Straw Hat was a nuisance, but the time did go by quicker when they fought. The rubber bastard didn't know how to shut-up. His upbeat attitude was exhausting and he didn't seem to care about his subordinates. Said he was sure his people were ok and that their plan to overthrow Kaido was going smoothly.
Kid snorted, This fucking dumbass doesn't realize Kaido doesn't play fair. What's to say he doesn't target your crew without you there? I need to find out what happened to everyone and soon.
He escaped, as quickly as he could, and went in search of his crew. Killer was shortly found, the closest of his men as they had used him as a mercenary in the capital. But the massacre soldier had failed some bullshit mission, and was in shackles. That, the redhead could deal with. But the blonde's mask was gone and all he could do was laugh. Over and over, like he couldn't stop. Like he could barely breathe.
Killer HATED his laugh. The sound, the tone, the cadence---He despised it.
He hadn't originally, as when they were kids, Kil would laugh freely, loudly even. However, as the blonde aged, his feelings abruptly changed. Killer became quiet and reserved, covering his whole face with that striped mask. Never explained why and Kid had never wanted to pry. Some things are just hard to share, I suppose.Â
Seeing his partner devoid of his mask and laughing uncontrollably was so jarring a sight that Kid freaked out, getting easily recaptured as he still hadn't managed to remove the SeaStone cuffs draining his strength. They were brought back to the prison, but at least they were together, even if Killer was off his rocker. He wouldn't speak. All his friend could do was let out that frenzied bark of laughter. He won't even meet my gaze. What the hell had been done to you?
As he learned the truth of his right-hand's ordeal, he openly wept to the jeers and laughter of the other prisoners. He didn't care at that moment for their opinions. All that mattered was Killer.Â
They were then set up as some kind of cruel entertainment via water torture as Straw Hat battled it out. This whole experience, it was humiliating. It was fucked. And even more fucked as the samurai who gave him the keys to his cuffs called him Luffy-dono's friend. We aren't FRIENDS!!!
But when Killer smiled and reached for the keys, showing his first signs of recovery---the obstinate pirate captain let it go in relief. Killer you in there? Do you recognize me?
Kid declined Luffy's alliance offer as swiftly as it came, not as trusting as before. Screw shitty alliances. He considered his debt to Straw Hat paid in full when he didn't kill the shitty rubber idiot as he recovered from that poison.
When he showed up on the day of the raid with his crew intact, he went after Kaido to settle a score. Fuck Straw Hat. Fuck Trafalagar. Fuck the Samurai's. Fuck all of Wano. And fuck their shitty plans. I wanted blood and that was it.
Eustass Kid would forever deny any kind of comradery with those two.
He may have worked with them to beat a common enemy, but that was it. Those two freaks of nature needed to go. The emperor's had gotten fat sitting on their thrones for so long. It was good to see them defeated, even if I had to work together with those clown's. He grimaced, the friendly vibes killing his mood.
The battle had been rough and he had been willing to die. Kid pulled no punches and gave it his all. Everyone did.
And now, it was time to leave, victorious. Going down a safe, slow port didn't match the atmosphere. It didn't feel like a hard earned win. It was a pussy way to finish this saga of their adventure. Jumping from the waterfall though...
It wasn't hard. He knew he could goad those morons into doing it. A simple dare: payback for that game of chicken that rubber bastard proposed----stupid lame-ass fireball he took from the old bag and for all Trafalgar's smart-ass remarks. Fuck if I'm going to listen to that asshat dish out orders.


(I love his side eye to make sure they're listening. đ)


And so he laughed. A big belly laugh, as he gave his spiel about them needing to take the safe route. Because thatâs what underdogs did.
Hook.
Line.
And sinker.
He almost gave himself away by snickering. Luffy and Law, two losers with a capital L, ground their teeth and absolutely lost it.


To the horror of their crews, both captainâs pushed forward and took the helm. Heâd at least give Straw Hat some credit as more of his boisterous group accepted their captainâs decision. Law though, only Bepo was on board and it wasnât because he was courageous, but because Aye-Aye Captain was his mantra. Still not a bad addition to a pirate ship.
But his crew, his hardened seadogs didnât even bat a lash. Theyâre loyal. They donât doubt me. They had guts and wanted to depart in a courageous show of freedom, of breaking free of the shackles of this desolate place. It would be magnificent!

Those two chumps took a hard at port and forced their ship to abruptly change directions and head to the waterfall, the cowards from their crews wailing and pleading to not give in to the goading, a futile endeavor.
They raced to the waterâs edge, and in an instant, three ships plunged down accompanied by the guttural yell of their respective captain.
Both triumphant screams and cowardly wails were drowned out by the din of rushing water. For a moment nothing else could be heard until the giant splash of the ships hitting the water and jutting forward, each taking a different direction: right, left, and center.
Theyâd be enemies next time they met. This was goodbye.
But if his stupid crew didnât stop wavingâŠ
A tick mark appeared as he saw Twat-falgar gesturing to a bottle of Killerâs handmade Vodka with that stupid cocky grin.
âGoddammit Kil, why are you being friendly?!!!â
He let a string of curses and ordered his men to make the ship go faster, further away from those idiots.
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Cover page 1107 has Law sleeping on a tiger with a bottle of Killer brand Vodka. It's such a fun detail. I love Kid's side eye in these pictures.
I wrote this at random. I've had notes on it for ages and finally got some free time. Hey when the inspiration strikes, you go with it.
#eustass kid#eustass kidd#eustass captain kidd#killer one piece#kid pirates#trafalgar law#bepo one piece#straw hat pirates#monkey d luffy#they share one braincell#they're friends#wano arc#profanity
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you and me and all of these living dead [Logan/Reader; Bucky Barnes/Reader] (2/2)
Summary: You've been running from Logan for years. When the virus struck, you never would have thought that Logan would join the leagues of the living dead. Now, he's following you wherever you go, forcing you to stay at least one step ahead of him to avoid a confrontation. It doesn't help that in the years since Logan turned, you've found peace with Bucky, and Logan is less than pleased at the prospect of losing you. When you're kidnapped and forced to use your power for a rogue group of scavengers, Bucky and Logan will have to learn to put their differences aside in order to save you. Word Count: 4.3k Author's Notes: A Marvel Zombies/What If: Zombies fic. The third fic in a series of spinoffs from my main fic in my Home 'verse that explores different Wolverine variants and their relationships with the reader in their universes.
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You could hear the moan of the undead, their gnashing teeth and outstretched hands eager for a way to sate their hunger. Â
"That's a hell of a lot of dead fucks," Logan observed, looking over your shoulder at the crowd of zombies in front of you. Â
"Thankfully they'll be easy to handle," you told him. Â
What was left of the X-Men were moving out in search of another sanctuary. If there were other mutants or superpowered zombies in the crowd, it would have meant one hell of a fight, but they were just normal humans turned ravenous creatures. Â
"You nearly passed out last time," Logan reminded you. "I don't like this."Â
"It's our only choice now," you told him. "We're losing people left and right, Logan. We can't afford to lose anyone else now."Â Â
"Doesn't mean I want you pushing yourself too hard," he grumbled, watching as Remy shut the back doors of the van. Â
Your team had dwindled to a depressingly low number and now all of you could fit in just one vehicle. Â
"I know you'll be there to stop me from going too far," you told him. "I trust you, Logan."Â
Logan studied you for a moment before he sighed. "Alright, let's get this over with, then."Â
He waved at the team in the van, letting them know it was time. If Erik had been with you, then he simply would have lifted the van and let it go wherever. But he had left in search of salvation, promising Charles that he would be back. Making a promise like that was as good as a death sentence, but you still hoped that he would return to the group one day. Â
Rogue pulled the van up to the gates and Logan pressed the button to open them. He hadn't left your side, keeping a careful watch on you as you put your hands out in front of you. You used your power to send out a repulsion field, scattering zombies, and managed to even kill some when your forcefield ripped right through them. Â
It left the way forward clear, but exerting that much power left black spots dancing on the edges of your vision. You felt yourself begin to tilt to the side, the ground rushing up to meet you, before Logan's arms wrapped around your waist. Â
"I got you," Logan assured you, already beginning to pull you in the direction of the van. Â
"I know," you muttered, fighting the urge to succumb to sleep. "You always catch me."Â
You woke with a groan. Your head felt like someone was repeatedly hitting it with a hammer and your pulse was pounding so furiously you could feel it resonate through your whole body. There was an awful taste in your mouth and all you wanted was a glass of water to chase away the desert that had taken up residence there. Â
"You're finally awake," the woman from before said. You had nearly forgotten about the kidnapping, but now just hearing her voice, you wanted nothing more than to kill her. Â
Bucky had been left behind with a whole horde of zombies because of this woman and her goons. If anything happened to Bucky because of her, you would enjoy ripping her apart with your power. Â
You managed to lift your head, realizing that you were tied to a chair. You curled your lip up in a snarl before attempting to use your power, but the woman pressed a button, and a jolt shot through you. It stung and left you reeling, your head hanging low for a moment before you could lift it again. Â
"What the hell am I doing here?" You groaned, fighting the pull of unconsciousness. It wouldnât help you now to pass out again and it sure as hell wouldnât get you any answers. Â
The woman watched you for a moment before she smiled. It sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you feeling unsettled. Â
"You're here to protect us, of course," she answered, as if it had been obvious from the start. Â
"Protect you?" You would rather do anything else, and from the way the woman chuckled, you knew she could read that much from your disbelieving expression. Â
"Well, after our last protector died, we kind of needed a new one," the woman mused with a smirk. "And who better to protect us than someone exactly like her? Forcefields," she clarified when you shot her a confused look. Â
"Sue," you realized, thinking about the distress signal. "You killed Sue and then you used her to get to me."Â
"We didnât kill her so much as she just burned out one day. A necessary loss," the woman claimed with a tilt of her head as she observed you. "I've heard you're more powerful. You should last longer than she did."Â
You tried to move, but she shocked you again, leaving you shaking and in pain. "Why the fuck would I do a damn thing for you? You can't make me use my power. Especially not to keep you safe. Youâve got a funny way of asking for favors, you know that?"Â
"Oh, but we can force you to use your power for us," the woman argued with a satisfied grin. "We've got our own scientists who have been working on a cure, but they can't do the work if they're worrying about dying every single second of their lives. So, they came up with a few fun little experiments that will let us control you superpowered freaks."Â
You groaned, rolling your head forward to stare down at your knees. "You're one of those, aren't you?"Â
The woman only deigned to quirk an eyebrow at you in question when you snuck a peek at her.Â
"You hate mutants," you supplied for her. âYou think weâre freaks and should have been forced to register ourselves or locked up in some kind of institution somewhere being studied. You want us gone. Obsolete,â you continued when she merely stared at you. Â
"Before the apocalypse, I didn't. I marched your rights. I signed petitions and called state senators and did everything I could to ensure that you would have the same rights as I did. I thought, after all, youâre just people. People the system had failed. People who needed help."Â
"And then after the apocalypse?" You prompted, having a pretty good guess where she was going with her attempt to justify killing people with superpowers so she could live. Â
"You superpowered freaks released the virus," she hissed, leaning forward until she was in your space.Â
"There it is," you sighed, knowing that technically the person who released the virus didn't have a power, but he did have the tech to travel the quantum realm. You didn't begrudge Hank his trip to attempt to save his wife, but you wished he had done a bit more research on the quantum realm before setting out on his rescue mission. Â
The woman reached out, taking your chin in her hand and forcing you to look at her. "It's people like you who killed our world. I don't care how many of you we have to burn through to survive. You owe us."Â
You laughed, jerking your chin free of her hold. There was a feeling you got whenever Logan was near and it was quickly rising up with you, so dizzyingly fast that you didnât even have time to be grateful for what was about to be one hell of a distraction. You knew, somehow, that he was close and getting ready to find you. You didnât even feel sorry this time for whoever was stupid enough to stand in his way. With any luck, Bucky would be right on his heels, and you would live to see another day. Â
"You really know how to pick them, don't you," you told her. âI mean, what's one superhero traded for the lives of what? A dozen or so people? But this time, you chose the wrong one. You fucked up.âÂ
She arched an eyebrow at you. "And what is that supposed to mean?"Â
"It means," you started, hearing the telltale sound of a crash followed by a scream. "That you're all going to die now."Â
There were more screams and the sound of a gun firing. The woman's eyes had gone wide, fearful, no longer filled with the arrogance of having the upper hand. You took advantage of her distraction to remove yourself from your restraints by pushing out with a forcefield. It was easy to unhook the IV you didn't even realize had been stuck in the crook of your arm. You were sure it was full of drugs to make you compliant, but you didnât feel like playing along anymore. Â
You were tired and you wanted to go home wherever the hell that happened to be and you wanted to see Bucky alive and whole and unscathed. You were terrified at the prospect of having to see Logan again, but also thrilled that he had caught you when it mattered most. Â
You still felt unsteady as you rose to your feet, but your anger burned bright and fast, allowing you to reach out with your power. You used a forcefield to slam the woman into a wall, keeping her pinned. Â
"Please, don't do this," the woman begged, prompting an amused smile from you. Â
"You know, Sue didn't have anyone. The rest of the Fantastic Four were either dead or zombified. So, you got lucky, I'll give you that. But there's something you don't know about me and itâs whatâs gonna cost you now."Â
You kept pushing in with your forcefield, knowing the woman was going to start struggling to breathe at any moment. You kept the pressure at her ribs and chest, wanting to make it all as painful as possible for her. Sueâs recording hadnât been faked and you knew without a doubt that she had begged for her life and freedom up until her death. Â
You owed no mercy to her captors.  Â
"What's that?" The woman croaked, going limp in your hold. Â
"That Iâve got people out there who would kill for me and they'll always find me. And if the Winter Soldier doesn't kill every last one of your people for kidnapping and then trying to kill me, then the Wolverine sure as hell will."Â
"But Wolverine is dead," the woman pointed out, the steady pressure at her chest causing her to sound breathless. Â
"Less dead and more undead," you told her, feeling a smirk tug at the corners of her lips. "You, on the other hand," you started before finally letting your forcefield contract, breaking through her chest and crushing her against the concrete wall, "are dead."Â Â
It didn't feel like it was nearly enough to avenge Sue and the countless others the group had obviously killed in a bid for survival, but you felt just the tiniest bit better knowing she would never kill another. Â
You left the room, following the sound of screams and snarls and gunshots down one corridor and then the next until you found the main room. It was another abandoned warehouse, you realized, except it was filled with tents and lab equipment and a small armory. Â
Most of the people in the room were already dead, but there was one last survivor who hadnât yet been taken out by Bucky or Logan. Â
You spotted Bucky first, the shield held tight in his grasp as he kept his gun up in the other hand, training it on the guy who had a gun already fixed on him. Bucky stayed absolutely still, not wanting to prompt the other man to shoot him. It looked like the man was determined to get out of the situation alive, but from the way his hand was shaking, you knew he was terrified. Â
"You can't do this! We've worked for years on a serum and--," his words were cut off when Logan rushed out from a side corridor and sunk his claws into the man's sides. The man choked on his next words before Logan gave a rumble of satisfaction and surged forward to sink his teeth into the man's jugular. Â
You winced and looked away, not wanting to see Logan give in to the hunger. Bucky kept the shield up as he backed away from Logan, attempting to get back to you. Â
"Sweetheart, you alright?" Bucky asked, not taking his eyes from Logan. It was smart. Now that the first threat had been neutralized, you knew that Logan had been upgraded to the main concern in Bucky's mind. There was no way Bucky would turn his back on him. Â
For good reason, you couldn't help but think, as Logan turned away from the dead guy and set his sights on Bucky. Â
"I'm safe," you confirmed for Bucky, stealing Logan's attention for only a moment. Â
It was when Logan narrowed his eyes at Bucky that you realized what was going on in his mind. As far as Logan was concerned, the only person standing between you and Logan was Bucky. Â
Logan lunged at Bucky before you could try to stop him. His teeth clamped down on Bucky's metal arm as his claws attempted to pierce the shield. Bucky had been ready for him, keeping his feet planted as Logan attempted to swipe at him. Logan finally got tired of that tactic and rammed himself into Bucky, sending him through a wall. Â
You noticed that Bucky never once went for his gun and you felt even more conflicted with the knowledge that Bucky wasn't going to try to put down Logan as long as you still loved him. You didnât even know if a bullet to the brain would do any good. Loganâs regenerative ability might not be able to accommodate the virus, but did it still work on bullet wounds?Â
"Bucky," you started, cutting yourself off when Bucky didn't immediately reappear. Â
Logan was already shuffling towards you and you backed up, any defense you might be able to use with your power completely forgotten at getting your first full look of Logan in years. He still wore the cowl, but most of his jaw was now exposed. You could see his bones peeking out through his tattered X-Men uniform and what was left of his flesh had decayed, leaving only a shell of the Logan you used to know. Â
You kept backing up until you hit the wall, your heart racing with terror. Â
Logan froze for just a moment in his pursuit of you before he continued forward again. He seemed more hesitant and when he finally reached you, his touch was oddly gentle. He let his claws retract as he brought his hands up to cup your face. You hadn't been this close to Logan in years and all you could feel was fear infused with a confusing sense of longing. Â
"Please," you begged, turning your face to the side, no longer able to look at him. Â
"Please?" He echoed, his voice gruff and ending on a rasp. Â
"Please don't bite me," you clarified, knowing that it was what he was thinking about. It was the only thing most zombies could think about. Biting and tearing and eating and consuming. You didnât want your story with Logan to end like that, but you were horrified at the thought that you might not have a choice. Â
Logan didn't say anything or move for a moment before he turned your face towards him. He looked sad, you realized, melancholy evident in the downturn of his lips and the slump of his shoulders. It was always a mindfuck seeing any of the undead display more human characteristics, but it just seemed downright cruel with Logan. Â
"I don't want to," Logan admitted, his voice coming out as a growl more than anything. "But it's so strong and it's all I can think about," he seethed, his grip on you tightening. Â
You could see it all unfold before you. Logan, not able to resist the pull of hunger, biting you after years of longing. You, changing, and becoming the monster you feared more than anything. Bucky, left alone to pick up the pieces, or worse, put you down before you could turn anyone. Â
Before Logan could move any closer, he was suddenly pushed off you by the shield digging into his side and propelling him away from you. You felt helpless for the first time in a long while as you watched Logan launch himself at Bucky. Bucky pulled the shield from Logan's side before using it to bounce him back. Â
It felt like there was a moment where everything went still. Logan was crouched on the floor, his gaze fixed right on Bucky, and Bucky had moved so his back was to you, and he was once again standing between you and Logan. Â
The tension snapped and suddenly Bucky and Logan were at it again. Bucky brought the shield down, nearly dislocating Logan's shoulder, and Logan managed to sink his claws into Bucky's thigh. Bucky let out a cry of pain, but he kept pushing forward, punching Logan in the face over and over against with his metal fist. Â
You knew, suddenly, that neither of them would stop until the other was dead. This wasn't simply a fight for survival, but a fight for you. You loved them both so much and you wouldn't dare let either one of them hurt the other. Â
"James," you called, stalling the fight by gaining both of their attentions. Â
Bucky had his arm held defensively in front of him and Logan had his claws raised, ready to attack again. But now both were looking right at you because you had called their name. Â
You were quick to use a forcefield to separate the two, pushing both to opposite sides of the room. Logan looked pissed, but Bucky merely looked exasperated, as if he had expected it to happen at some point. Â
You didn't even know who you meant to talk to. Both men, who shared your heart so equally, but one more unattainable to you than the other. You considered both of them for a moment, knowing what you had to do, but hating that it would only hurt you more. Â
You started walking towards Logan, noticing Bucky's dejected look he quickly schooled behind a mask of steel. Â
You dropped the forcefield containing Logan, ignoring the way it made your heart thump harder in your chest. You were going to take a leap of faith and hope that Logan wouldn't try to bite your face off. Â
"Logan," you started, coming to a stop just in front of him. Â
His shoulders were tensed and his teeth were bared, but he was visibly keeping himself still under sheer force of will. You knew that the hunger that drove all the living dead was their only purpose. It was what kept them endlessly searching and roaming, ready for the next way to sate it. Logan not immediately trying to kill you was likely driving him insane, but you were foolish enough to think that it was because he loved you. Â
"Logan," you continued, wondering just how far you could go before you were crossing the line from stupid into dangerous. "I love you. I've loved you all this time and I don't think that's ever gonna stop. And one day, I'll find a way to cure you, save you," you amended with a grimace. You glanced over your shoulder, catching Bucky watching the pair of you with a hint of despair in his expression. "But I love him too," you told Logan, turning to look at him again. "And I have to go with him now."Â
Logan snarled at that and you caught the way he curled his hands into fists. You knew it was only a matter of time before he lost control and you would have to be ready. Â
"I don't share," Logan growled, taking a step towards you. Â
"It's not about that," you refuted with a quick shake of your head. When Logan took another step towards you, you sealed him off with a forcefield again. "I love both of you and I can't lose either one of you. You can keep chasing after me if you want, but I'm not leaving him. And when we do get a cure for you, because we will, then we'll figure it out. But for now, I have to leave."Â
Logan roared and began to hit your forcefield over and over, attempting to break it down. You knew he wouldn't go anywhere without you wanting him to, though, so you took an extra moment just to look at him. Â
He wasn't the Logan from your dreams and he wasn't the Logan from your memories. But in a way, he was still Logan, and you still loved him. Â
"Goodbye, Logan," you told him, before finally turning your back on him. You ignored the way it made your chest feel tight and your throat close up with the emotions you were trying to choke down. You took a deep breath before walking towards Bucky, grateful that he was still patiently waiting for you. You felt such an immeasurable swell of love for him that you didn't even know what to do with the feeling. Â
"You alright?" He checked once you dropped the forcefield keeping him from you. He glanced over your shoulder to watch Logan trying to escape. "That seemed intense."Â
"It was," you conceded with a sad smile. "But I needed to say goodbye. I never really got that chance before."Â
Bucky considered you for a moment before reaching out, ignoring Logan's snarl of outrage. He reeled you in close until you could fall into his embrace. You let Bucky hold you, knowing that he would help keep you from falling apart like you so desperately wanted to. Â
"How did you even find me?" You wondered, knowing that the last time you saw Bucky, he had been overwhelmed by zombies. Â
"When I got out of that warehouse, I knew that there was someone out there who always found you. He was following you, so I followed him, and we managed to keep from killing each other long enough to save you."Â
"And the others?" You couldn't help but ask, knowing that the situation at the other warehouse had been less than ideal. Â
Bucky let out a heavy sigh, letting his forehead rest against your shoulder. "We lost Sharon and nearly lost Happy, but Nat and the spider kid are fine."Â Â
"Fuck," you sighed, hating that Sharon had died in a trap that had been designed for you. "I'm sorry."Â
"Not your fault," Bucky assured you before starting to lead you out of the room. Â
"These people were working on a cure, Buck," you told him, bringing him to a halt. "There's stuff here we should bring back to Hope."Â
Bucky took a moment to look around the room before shooting an uncertain look at the still-contained Logan. Bucky grimaced at whatever he saw before he reluctantly nodded his head. "Let's make it quick, then. The others are waiting for us a few blocks over."Â
"I'm surprised Nat didn't try to follow you in here," you told him, knowing that she had a hard time getting sidelined when someone on the team was in trouble. Â
"I didn't want her getting mixed up with Logan," Bucky responded, making his way over towards a makeshift lab table. He grabbed a bag and emptied it before starting to shove in random papers. Â
"Smart," you praised, helping Bucky ransack the room, all the while carefully not looking at Logan. The faster you got to leave the warehouse, the sooner you could let Logan free. Hopefully, by that time, you would be on the way back to the compound. Â
Later, as you followed Bucky back towards wherever the van had been parked, he reached out to grab your hand with the one not holding onto the shield. Â
"I know that was hard for you," he started, shooting you a wary glance. Â
"It was," you allowed, squeezing Bucky's hand in yours. "I couldn't do any of this without you, you know. I love you. Nothingâs going to change that."Â
Bucky offered you a small, genuine smile that held just the tiniest bit of relief. "I love you too."Â Â
Silence fell over the pair of you again. Both of you were trying to listen for the moan of the undead, but you knew there was something on Bucky's mind he was working up the nerve to say. Â
"You know, Hope's not the only one trying to find a cure," he started, his grip on your hand tightening with nerves. "I've heard Wakanda's getting real close. Maybe," he said, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, "maybe we can think about relocating to another country this time."Â
"Wakanda," you mused, wondering if Logan would find a way to follow you there too. You knew that it was something Bucky must desperately need if he was actually asking for it. Falling in love with a girl who had a lovesick zombie following her around everywhere couldnât be easy on him. If he needed a little distance from Logan because you were too stupid to do it yourself, then it was the least you could do for him after everything. âIt sounds like a good idea to me,â you finally continued, knowing it was the right decision if you wanted to preserve your relationship with Bucky. Â
Bucky shot you a relieved grin before pulling you around a corner, the van suddenly in sight. You wondered if the others would join you or if it was just going to be you and Bucky setting out for Wakanda. Bucky at your side was really all you needed, but it wasnât all you were going to get.Â
You knew, deep down, that it was never going to be just the two of you. You had a feeling that no matter where you went, Logan would follow in your wake.Â
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can i just say i love your brainâŠlike i saw your post about bucky dying in 1961 and leaving gale behind and i have to say i agreeâŠ
happy endings are great but sometimes the angst just hits that spotâŠ
so imagine, buck and bucky come back to the states in 45 and they have the stalag baby already and then they mate and gale is an overachiver so heâs pregnant within like a month, because if he can get pregnant in the stalag, imagine what can happen when heâs happy and fedâŠand over the next 15 years they are happy and the war is over and they have a few more kidsâŠ.gale goes to the university/works wherever and bucky works at the pentagon, but like its stressful, postwar time and the korean war is going on and the changing political climateâŠit takes a tollÂ
so bucky dies in 61 and leaves gale and their children behind and gale is distraught, like barely functioning âŠâŠâŠ.he obviously does everything for the wellbeing of the children, but inside heâs just blank, empty and moving around like a ghost, and it isnt until the stalag baby (because at this point they are like 15-16 and an alpha/omega??) says that buck smells (???) different, does gale even realise that heâs pregnant againâŠ..only this time its not like in the stalag at all, because while john was losing his mind in there, at least he was THERE, but now heâs gone. and gale really is alone.
YESS YES YESSSSSSSS DANCING AND SINGING YESSSS
like after john passes gale just completely shuts down. and goes back to being Major Cleven in front of his kids he does not let them see him get emotional at all. maybe once ONCE! he goes into the bedroom and closes the door after they come home from the hospital but i dont even think he cries alone i think he just collapses. and afterwards he just completely closes off. like at the funeral his kids are openly crying and they give him the flag and he just Clenches His Jaw. and then. and then
his daughter their little miracle stalag baby (if she was born in 44/45 shed be about 16/17 atp) confronts him like mom this isnt healthy you have to talk about dad! and they have this huge fight âdads dead mom and its like youre not even here!â âi am doing everything i can for my family im sorry im not wailing and gnashing my teeth but someone has to put food on the table!â ooh they have this fight while gales cooking (the weird thing is he hasnt been eating a lot lately everything he eats makes him throw up, must be the grief) ânow go tell your sisters its dinnertimeâ and Stalag Baby just huffs and leaves and this goes on for at least a month. theyre fighting and gales not talking about it and lets say they have about 4 kids (17) (15) (11) (8) so yknow theyre not little little kids the youngest is 8 and asking wheres dad? still doesnt quite get it and stalag baby just blurts out by the way mom. you should probably go to the doctor sometime. :| and gales what are you talking about and she kind of just looks at gales stomach and hes like what no but she can smell and he knows .
like he just Knows (his heat is late and he kept telling himself it was bc of the grief of losing his husband but. he knows) and he goes to the doctor and i mean hed be in his forties hed be 43 so it would be a risky pregnancy and the whole time hed be going nonononogod no please i cant do this again (thats when he finally cries!! its about a month after johns death and the whole house is asleep he knows no one can hear him hes in their his bedroom and he just breaks how could this happen how could i be alone in his how is this happening again??) hed think it was his divine punishment and it feels so much like how it did in 44 this unplanned pregnancy and hes just completely and utterly alone.
and he doesnt want the kid but its the last piece of john he has and hes so angry at john for dying for drinking too much for taking on too much stress at work for not going to the fucking cardiologist but now he has this little baby inside him he has to take care of . and⊠its the last piece of his husband he has the last thing his husband ever gave him. and i think in time hed come to think of it as a (posthumous) gift from john a way for john to comfort him but in the meantime hes fucking miserableeee (also the kid is a little boyâtheir first boyâand hes got blue eyes and curly brown hair he looks exactly like john) he cant believe this is happening AGAIN
#anyway THANK YOUUUU SO MUCH FOR THIS YESSSSS EXQUISITE!!!!!!#đđđ#ask#long post#cleven egan household
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*knock knock* trick or treeeeaaaaat â ïž đŹ đïž đ» 𫣠đ đđ
đđ»Your little đŹtreatieđŹ shall be a snippet from my 'they should be at the club' self indulgent skk fic đ»đ It kinda just...ends, because I haven't written further than that, but I hope you like what is there.
In the early hours of the morning in one of Yokohama's districts known for it's nightlife, a compact man with a deep scowl on his freckled face, was weaving in and out of the mass of people. He had been searching up and down this street for the last 40 minutes, head swivelling around trying to locate someone, but was disadvantaged by being at least a head shorter than most of the crowd.
He was also impeded numerous times by the approach of giggling drunks trying to get his number or convince him to join their group drinking. It was irritating, but he was used to the attention, it was hard to avoid when one stood out as he did. His fiery red hair and freckles were a rare sight in Japan, and he knew the choker at his throat also caught the eye, but could not bring himself to remove it to draw less attention, he had worn it for so long it felt like an actual part of him.
At that thought his fingers came up to idly play with the thin strip adorning his neck, and was reminded of who had given it to him, causing his anger, temporarily abated while fending off his latest admirer, to come back in full force. âOver 40 minutes late, to a joint operation his fucking agency asked for help on, Dazai is getting his ass kicked,â he furiously thought, once again vainly trying to find Dazai over the sea of heads.Â
âFuck this,â he muttered as a red glow enveloped him. Using his ability in a street full of ordinary people would cause a disturbance, Mori would certainly have words for him when the mafia employees who were staked out at several local establishments for various contracts reported this back. But with Chuuyaâs mounting anger it was rapidly becoming a choice between using his ability to levitate sedately over the crowd for a better vantage point, or keeping up his search and then losing his shit and throwing people around with gravity until he unearthed Dazai.
But his feet never left the ground, the red haze dissipating as quickly as it had formed, Chuuya almost stumbled, his body feeling awkward and heavy when he had been expecting to be weightless. Confused, he tried to ascend again with no success. Then it clicked, he gnashed his teeth, his face twisting in fury as he spun around, leg kicking out towards the space directly behind him, almost making contact with the body that had occupied that space until a fraction of a second ago.
âNee, Chuuya, kicking me is no way to pay me back for stopping you from doing something stupid. Weâre supposed to keep a low profile tonight, remember. Although, the man, Dazai, overtly looked him up and down, âItâs a bit hard to keep a low profile when youâre dressed like that. Those pants look glued on, and a leather jacket, really? Ohhh, did you get dressed up for little old me, Iâm flattered, â Dazai continued, batting his eyelashes exaggeratedly.Â
âUrrgh shut up asshole, you told me to wear something that Iâd wear on a night out, to fit in with the rest of this lot,â Chuuya gestured to the surrounding people. âThisâŠthis is what I would wear, this is an outfit regular people would wear, right?,â Halfway through Chuuyaâs tone switched from angry and confrontational, to more uncertain, and his face slightly flushed, barely visible in the dim multicolored lighting from the surrounding venues.Â
Dazai takes pity on Chuuya and chooses not to mention that Chuuya didnât deny the outfit was to impress Dazai. He wouldnât believe him anyway, Dazai has made his feelings about those pants very obvious whenever he got the chance to see Chuuya in them.
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[Katsuki POV]
âYou rolled the dice and thatâs what you get, birthday boy~â You purred while regarding me from across the table, a smirk playing upon your lips.
I was too busy clutching the cloth of the restaurantâs table to even hear you. The blood was pounding in my ears so damn loud and the heat under my collar was getting to be too much. âS-shut up, you damn dumbassâŠâ
SometimesâŠI hated those dice.
The second I had woken up this morning, you were standing on the side of the bed wearing that big grin and those cursed dice in your hands. I wasnât even fully awake yet and you pulled that crazy stunt while singing âHappy Birthdayâ. I still rolled them and fucking hell it had to be âno penetrationâ, âall dayâ, and âuse anythingâ. At least you eased me into this stupid as hell tradition of birthday sex dice by simply giving me a reach around while I was showeringâŠalbeit at the time I wasnât too damn happy since I just want to bend you over andâ
âAnd for you, sir?â
I growl lowly at the waiter who had interrupted my train of thought, my red eyes glaring at him. âGarlic Parmesan steak with grilled -not fried- shrimp, red mashed potatoes and collard greens on the side. If the chef knows whatâs good for âem those spices better be hot.â
My gaze shifts to you as I hear your giggle. Damnit, you look so damn gorgeous tonight. Youâre wearing that outfit I love so muchâŠwhere it hugs your curves so damn perfect, gives me that peek of your breasts, and the skirt so short that if I peeked under the table and you had your legs open I could seeâ
âAnd anything to drink, sir?â
My teeth gnash as I stare daggers at the waiter. âGive me the strongest spirit youâve got in this damn place.â
âKatsuki!â You reprimand, apologetically smiling up at the waiter. âSorry about his tone. Itâs his birthday and itâs been quite a long day for him.â
I knew exactly what you were doing and I wanted to come over there and bend you over the damn table! Your sweet smile doesnât fool me, damnit! You slipped that on purpose!
âOh, pardon me, I shall notify the staff immediately!â
The second he walked away, I leaned forward and rested my chin on my own laced fingers, elbows resting on the table as I glared at you. âYou sneaky, conniving foxâŠâ
âOh, Katsuki, you havenât seen anything yet.â
I swallow thickly when you effortlessly smirk with a comeback.
The wheels in my head start to turn. All day long youâve been playing by the rules of those cursed dice; sending me pics of yourself while Iâm out on patrol, dirty texting/calling, you even stopped by my agency office earlier so we could make the reservations youâd made and gave me a quick hand job while I drove us here!
Itâs evening, the end of a torturous day, but it had been spicy in its own sense.
âKatsuki~â
My red eyes narrow at your tone. I knew it very well and whatever was about to come out of that pretty, gloss-lined mouth of yours was going to be trouble. âWhat?â
âIâm going to powder my face. Keep an eye on my drink, please?
Now I was even more suspicious as I watched you walk away towards the restrooms. What are you scheming? I found out exactly what you had in mind not a minute later when I get a text from you complete with a selfie of your dress unzipped far enough to show me the lingerie set that is brand new from my merch; fiery red and orange lace, dark green corset-like ribbons, black garter and cups that perfectlyâ
âA complimentary appetizer by courtesy of the restaurant, sir.â
I nearly slam my damn phone down onto the table with one of my explosions when the waiter slips a plate of calamari and various other little morsels. Damnit, youâre driving me insane with your interruptions!, I internally scream at him.
A sudden and unexpected touch suddenly makes me jump but then Iâm clutching to the table like itâs me sole anchor in the world as I feel something warm and wet wrap around my cock, my jaw nearly dropping when I feel that tongue of yours lap at my now tight balls.
When the hell did you get down there?!
Shudders start slipping down my spine as I can do little but remain as stoic faced as possible despite the now raging desire in my veins pounding like a damn drug as I peek down and see you smirking from around my length. The tablecloth reached the floor so no one knew you were under there but-
A choked groan catches in my throat when I feel you suckle and lick my swollen tip like itâs a lollipop, my hands on the table wanting nothing more than to grab you by the hair andâ
âRefill on your drink, sir?â
âN-none for me!â I manage to huff, every muscle in my body tightening as I feel you slowly slip me into your throat and making my eyes widen and entire body break out into a sweat. âS-son of aâŠâ
I spare another peek down at you and bite my lip when I see you give me clear view of the bulge in your throat that is me, sealing the deal and making me cum right there with a strangled and hoarse cry from behind my hand.
âY-y-youâre such a f-freakâŠâ I whisper as you clean me up and carefully settle me back within my pants before you move back to your seat.
âBut I know you love it.â
The blood in my veins freezes when you wink while licking your lips. Something felt off. But what? My hands reflexively drop to my thighs then slowly feel around my groin. Everything felt normal enough. I raise my gaze back to you. âWhat did you do?â
Heat erupts into my face when you simply hold up your phone and drag your finger across the screenâŠresulting in an all too familiar vibrating sensation to start within my pants. Which pair of boxers did I put on today?! Tell me it wasnât the ones I think they are!
That smirk on your face tells me all I need to know as the patterns and intensity of what I was feeling changed depending upon your finger. Just when I thought I was safe, you pull a stunt like this?! A shaky smile raises my lips.
âG-god, I love you.â
âI know. Now letâs enjoy our dinner then we can go home for your desert, birthday boy.â
âMarry me.â My own smirk appears when you wiggle your left hand, a ring so damn big it would make Todorokiâs wife jealous whenever he got one, flashing brilliantly in the light. âI know. Marry me again.â
âWe go through this almost every year, Kats, but Iâll show you how much I really love you when at home.â
I internally curse as the vibrations intensify for a few seconds thanks to your finger on the phone screen before they lower to a dull hum that makes my blood buzz.
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Wip Wednesday!
I did not see anyone post one today, so I will start one. I want to know what everyone is working on! Iâve been switching between a few different WIPs this week, but here are a couple Iâve been working on today.
âI donât know, Jenna. I donât reallyâŠâ
âYou donât really what? Date? Well, you should! Come on, do it for Jonas,â she begs, puppy eyes simmering through his skull.
âJonas ainât the one houndinâ me about this, you are. You beg your boyfriend this much for things? Jesus Christ,â he mutters while he pinches the bridge of his nose again.
âWell, sometimes,â she giggles, âbut this is about you!â
âJenna, Iâve got a business to run. Iâve got payinâ customers waitinâ for me to call them back. I canât jusâ take one of your friends out on a dive for free jusâ âcause you want me to,â he hisses.
âI promise you Iâm not asking for no reason. This would mean the absolute world to her. And hello, sheâs single and hot, and you need to get laid! Youâre rotting away on that boat, Miller. Pretty soon youâre gonna shrivel up andâŠâ
âJenna,â he warns with the tick of his jaw.
âJoel Miller, please! Come onnnn, just take her out once. Promise itâll be worth your while. Please, please, pleaseeeeee,â she whines.
âAlright, alright!â He holds a hand out to stop her from running her mouth anymore and sighs, carding his fingers through his slicked back tousled curls as another groan escapes him. âThis Sunday. Have her here at my boat by 9:00 in the morning, no later than that.â
âYes! Thank you, Joel! Youâre the best!â She throws her arms around his neck and gives him a big squeeze until he pushes her off annoyed, readjusting his button-up Hawaiian shirt by the red collar.
âShe doesnât even know youâre tryinâ to set her up, does she?â he huffs.
âNope!â she giggles.
âGoddamn it, Jenna,â he groans. âYou owe me big time.â He points an accusing finger at her, and she just gives him a big toothy grin in return.
âYeah, yeah. Just wait till you meet her. I wonât owe you a damn thing after that!â
âIâm not fuckinâ playinâ around, little girl. Tell me where my daughter is or so help me.â He clenches his jaw, a repressed growl held in the back of his throat.
âLittle girl, huh? You think a twenty-three year old is a little girl?â You scoff, pursing your lips, annoyed.
âShut up, will ya? Christ. Jusâ tell me where the fuck my daughter is,â he growls, pinning his broad chest against yours.
You smirk his way, challenging him with an ounce of liquid courage in your system. âMake me.â
He digs into the sides of your hips with his thick fingers, making you gasp at the nervous butterflies that flit through your stomach. He gnashes his teeth together, dark eyes blowing wide as he ghosts dangerously close to your lips. âBetter be careful there, sweetheart. Youâre walkinâ on mighty thin ice,â he warns with the flash of black eyes.
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