#m feeling soft fellas

[slut-for-evans-stan]

Mission Accomplished

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader

Word count: 3.4k+

Summary: Ben and you can't stay in the same room without wanting to rip each other's hearts out. The Boys, tired of dealing with you, decide to take matters into their own hands by tricking you two into completing your most crucial mission yet— resolving your problems. One thing leads to another and you discover that there was an easier, much more enjoyable method to resolve everything between you all along. (I'm sorry I suck at summaries.)

Warnings: SMUT!!!! (18+), Enemies to Lovers, Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy, Dirty talk, oral (m+f rec), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it fellas), hate fucking!? (kind of), rough sex, swearing, choking, squirting, creampie.

a/n: this is my very first time writing smut. Not proofread, please pardon me for errors if any! I tried my best :')

I'd really appreciate if you could like, comment and/or reblog, it'll make me really happy <3

Being a Supe with extraordinary powers didn't mean you were ready to exploit people for clout, with how things were at Vought. So when Starlight and Hughie learnt that you declined Ashley's offer to have you join the Seven, they convinced you to join hands with The Boys to ensure that the arrogant liars claiming to be "Saviours of the World" got what they deserved. Despite feeling a bit unwelcome at first due to Butcher's distant behaviour, you quickly settled in and felt accepted, and connected to everyone in the team, everyone except the newest member to join forces with you all to help in taking down Homelander and others; Soldier Boy.

In the dimly lit room, stood Soldier Boy in his silk robe, a cigarette in one hand, one leg on the bed, the other supporting his weight on the floor; his back facing the door. Upon hearing a soft knock, he turned around with a smug grin on his face. He began,

"Well, hello there gorgeous! You've sure kept me waiting long enough for someone who made eager promises to choke on my dick."

Unamused, and somewhat disgusted by his comment, you shot him a stern look,

"I'm not here for your entertainment, I need to run a few tests on you. So it'll be nice if you'll please spare a few minutes before you run off to get your dick wet. We need to be sure that you're not going to explode and kill us all."

Soldier Boy's smirk echoed through his room as he eyed you with an amazed expression. Undeterred, he sauntered over to you, leaning in and mistaking your seriousness for a mere challenge.

"Sure. Whatever it is, let's get it over with. Maybe after this, you and I could-"

You cut him off with an icy glare

"Save the charm for someone who cares. I don't have time for this bullshit, we've a mission coming up."

From your very first meeting that started with a misunderstanding, it would've been an understatement to say that Soldier Boy annoyed every living cell in your body. You were both constantly arguing and bickering about something or the other, always at each other's throats.

Soldier Boy's deep, intimidating voice echoed through the room, your comment having hit a nerve.

"You know what, you're insufferable."

"At least I'm not stuck up." he shot back.

What should've been a meeting to discuss the upcoming mission, turned into yet another baseless argument between the two of you. Making your teammates uncomfortable with every passing moment. Hughie, Frankie, Kimiko and others exchanged uneasy glances as the tension thickened. You continued,

"I can't believe I've to be stuck with an unbearable asshole as you. Butcher I think I'm gonna skip this mission. Don't want us to end up in another mess like the last time."

At this point, it seemed like you were both minutes away from strangling each other. Soldier boy chuckled,

"Why, you're so intimidated by a real hero you want to hide away like a pussy?"

Eyebrows raised, you retorted, "Real hero!? More like a reckless liability. I've seen toddlers with better impulse control."

Sensing a storm brewing, Hughie spoke with a shaky voice, attempting to intervene and diffuse the situation. "Can we focus, guys? We have a mission-"

Your gaze never wavered from the supe. "I'll focus when he stops acting like he's better than everyone else. He is not the only one with superpowers here, he might be strong but he doesn't scare or intimidate me in the slightest."

Rolling his eyes, Soldier Boy muttered, "I wouldn't need to if you could follow a plan for once in your life."

Butcher commented shutting you all up "Oi. Enough! No one is backing out. You two should go fuck it out or something, whatever issues you stupid cunts have with each other. Don't need any fuck ups in the mission."

The tension spilled into the supposed battlefield, your bickering a dangerous undertone to the chaos around you. Clashing on missions, your mutual disdain fielding your actions, each vying to outdo the other. Yet beneath the surface, a spark lingered, an undeniable attraction that you both, despised and desired, but neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

On a particularly precarious mission, your incessant bickering almost jeopardized the entire operation.

Amidst the mayhem, you found yourself pinned down by one of the opponents, wounded and unable to use your powers, and Soldier boy reluctantly came to your rescue.

You grunted, "I didn't need your help."

He shot back, "Don't get used to it. I'm saving the mission, not your sorry ass."

Watching the scene unfold from a distance, your teammates exchanged knowing looks. After the mission, they decided they'd have enough, and decided to take matters into their own hands, realising that the unresolved tension between you two threatened not just personal dynamics but the success of missions itself.

On Butcher's suggestion, the team tricked the two of you into thinking there was another mission but instead locking you up in a safe house together,

"Sort this out, or we'll all end up as collateral damage."

warned Hughie before haphazardly shutting the door and leaving, forcing you to confront your issues, facing a choice: either talk and resolve the conflict or risk tearing each other apart. Silence filled the room. However, it was short lived.

Taking a deep breath, you plopped on the sofa across from where he sat and spoke as calmly as you could.

"Great, those little shits tricked us."

Soldier Boy scowled, "This is ridiculous. I don't need couple's therapy, I need a way out of here. I'm gonna beat the shit out of these fucknuts."

This made you roll your eyes and cross your arms. "Maybe if you weren't so intolerable, we wouldn't be stuck in this situation in the first place."

As another argument filled the space, the air in the small living room of the safe house shifted. Soldier Boy's tone somewhat softened, revealing a vulnerability he rarely showed.

"You think I enjoy being like this? Constantly on edge, wondering if I'll turn into a goddamn weapon."

You sighed, your defenses momentarily crumbling.

"I didn't sign up for this either, you know. Being a supe's babysitter wasn't in my job description."

As you bickered, underlying desire simmered beneath the surface. Soldier Boy's gaze lingered a moment too long, making a very visible flush rise in your cheeks.

A smug grin playing on his lips, as he said,

"You can't resist me, can you? Admit it, there's something between us, more serious than all this bickering. You know, I think you want me-"

You cut him off, but your voice wavered. "Keep dreaming, I still can't stand you." This remark gave rise to another banter.

"Don't get over yourself. I was only pulling your leg. You're insufferable."

Accusations started flying like daggers, each word cutting deeper than the last. You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge, making your way back into the living room, catching him intently staring at you. Frustration morphed into a heated exchange of longing glances.

Tension crackled in the air, and just when it seemed the room might implode, his expression shifted.

He got up from the sofa, walking over to you, cornering you till your back hit the wall. He leaned in, his eyes darkening with a growing desire, his voice dropping to a low, almost conspiratorial tone.

"You know what? Maybe you're right. I can't stand you, because everytime I look at you, this is all I want to do."

You arched an eyebrow, caught off guard. "Wait, what?" But before you could process what was happening, his lips crashed against yours in a passionate kiss, making the beer bottle fall from your hands, effectively silencing any protests. You caught hold of the shirt he was wearing, kissing him back with equal fervour, savoring the moment as if it was a dream that would end all too soon. All your pent up anger and frustration showed up as the two of you desperately tore at each other clothes, never once breaking the kiss. A battle of tongues. He only pulled back for a second, with a sly grin on his face, his eyes dark, pupils dilated with glimmers of lust.

"There, no need to argue when we can do this instead. We should've figured this out sooner." Rubbing you over your panties with two of his fingers, he groaned.

"You're such a slut. So wet already and I haven't even touched you. You want to get railed till you can't walk, don't you?"

Before you had a chance to say anything, he reclaimed your lips in a hunger fuelled kiss. The room once filled with tension, now crackled with a different kind of energy. Pieces of both your clothings flew across the room. Soldier boy lifted you up and carried you to the small table in the kitchen and set you down hurriedly. The two of you continued to kiss while he rid you both of the remaining pieces of clothing. He kissed you like a mad man, biting and marking every inch of your skin he could in his desperate need to be close to you. Starting from your neck, moving to your tits, taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it while palming and squeezing the other roughly, then switching and doing the same to the other one. He moved back up to place another rough kiss to your lips, both of you moaning and biting each other's tongues and lips, intoxicated with the feeling of being so close. With an animalistic growl he parted, giving you a look so intense, it could scare the bravest of people.

"When you feel the need to scream, moan my name. Scream it as loud as you can."

With that he roughly nudged your legs apart as wide as they could go and dived right in, eating you out like man starved, licking and sucking your most sensitive parts like it was his last meal. You pulled his hair, legs shaking and trembling with pleasure. His gruff beard giving you a delicious burn, that would heal in no time. He started flicking your clit with his tongue and entered two of his fingers inside you, moving them in and out rapidly. When he added two more fingers, you lost it. Screaming his name and cumming all over his face, your legs wrapped around his head, making it impossible for him to move away.

"Fuck. Ben. I can't-"

you tried pulling away but he didn't stop even then, holding you down with his arms, making you cum two more times before finally deciding to let go. You were dazed in pleasure, but still wanted more. Jumping down the table, and on your knees, you made eye contact with him as you slowly took his long, thick and veiny cock in your hand, stroking him and giving a few kitten licks from the base to the tip and sucking off the beads of precum, moaning at the salty taste, making him groan. You then looked up at him, taking him as far as you could before pulling back again and asking him to fuck your face. He hesitated for a second but his resolve crumbled as soon as you opened your mouth, showing him you were waiting for him. He grabbed your head with both his hands and pushed himself into your mouth, roughly thrusting in and out again and again, moaning your name, cussing like a maniac. You could tell he was close, and then he held your head as close as possible, making you gag a little, his eyes closing, his head thrown back, as ropes of his cum shot down your throat.

In ragged breaths, he said "Be a good little slut and swallow it all."

As you did, you opened your mouth with your tongue out, showing no remnants of his release. He chuckled, pulling you up by your arms, surprising you with a softness in his gaze as he asked

"You sure you want to go further? If you don't, we'll stop right here and pretend this never happened-" you cut him off with an aggressive kiss "Fuck me as hard as you can. I won't break. Take all your frustrations out on me."

With that he smirked and rapidly turned you around, bending your back and shoving your face on the table with his hand, setting it for support right by your head. He entered you with one brutal thrust, making the both of you moan and groan loudly, not giving you a second to adjust as he started ramming his cock into you, hard and deep, his hips moving at an inhuman speed.

"That's it. This is what you wanted right? Now take it. I don't think I'm ever going to let you go after this. You feel so good. Gonna make you my personal little fuck toy. Such a perfect fit."

Hearing all the filth leave his mouth made you clench around him, making him throw his head back in pleasure, never once letting his pace falter.

"Ah you love this. I can tell by the way your tight pussy's choking my dick."

At this point, all rational thoughts had left your brain and all you could do was moan and revel in the pleasure he was giving you. One thing you knew for sure was that he had ruined everyone else for you. After a few moments he moved the hand on your back between your legs to rub your clit and you started screaming in pleasure, feeling yourself flying close to the edge. As soon as Ben realised how close you were, he pulled out and turned you around, lifting you on the table and onto your back, swiftly entering you again.

"I know you're close. I wanna see your face when you cum all over me."

He moved his hand back between your legs to rub your clit in circles, while his other hand moved to your neck, choking you, as he went back to thrusting at his original, rough pace. This new angle somehow making him go deeper than before, hitting that one spot that made you see stars.

"Fuck. I don't think I can last long either."

To that, you finally managed to say

"Cum with me."

which sounded more like a moan than a sentence. You both looked into each other's eyes, moaning, grabbing each other, raking your nails all over his gorgeous, broad shoulders, not breaking the eye contact once. After a particularly hard thrust, you felt a funny sensation, one that you have rarely ever felt, only while pleasing yourself and before you knew, you screamed and started squirting your release, coming undone while Ben kept thrusting into you.

"Oh yes. Fuck. That's so hot baby. Cum all over me. I don't think I'll ever get enough of the look on your face right now. I think I've finally managed to shut you up, fucked your brains out. Fuck I'm cumming."

His thrusts grew frantic, and much harder than before, kissing you roughly, your teeth clashing, and he finally slammed his hips into yours one last time, holding your hips so tight, you were sure you would bruise for atleast a few hours, despite your super healing abilities. Groaning and grunting in his deep voice as thick ropes of his cum filled you to the brim, triggering yet another release out of you, making you squirt even more. He collapsed on top of you, careful that he wasn't crushing you with his weight.

The two of you stayed like that, entangled with each other for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath, before he slowly pulled out of you, making you both wince at the sudden loss. As he walked to the living room, "That was it" you thought, a one time rendezvous with Soldier Boy that might have either helped you two or made things worse. He sauntered back in with a towel in hand, towards the sink to wet it, also filling up a glass of water and quietly walking to you, cleaning you up without a word, handing the glass for you to drink. Taking it from him, you looked at him mumbled a soft "thank you", getting down the table, you nudged him to walk out with you, sitting down on the couch and covering yourself with a blanket, while he picked up his surprisingly untorn boxers, putting them on and sitting next to you, making you turn to face him. You both understood you needed to talk about what had just happened.

The shared realisation that the animosity between you two that had led to this impulsively passionate encounter, had somewhere blurred the lines between desire and hate.

Ben began to say "Look, about earlier... I didn't mean half the things I said."

You replied "What? You didn't mean it when you said you want to kiss me and do other filthy things to me everytime you see me?"

Taken aback, with a raised eyebrow and confused express Ben said, "Oh no, no lies there. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you."

You cut him off saying "I know, I was just pulling your leg. I've felt the same way about you. Your reputation preceded you and it made me crazy knowing I still wanted you."

He replied, "I think we let our tempers get the best of us." sighing, he continued "I care about you more than I let on."

Which made you sigh in response. "Then why do you never act like it? Making me think of you as a douche who loves berating me?"

Ben ran his fingers through his hair. "I guess I feel scared. Scared of how much of a hold you have had on me from the very beginning. It made me feel like a fool at times, I thought the only way I could supress these feelings were by acting like an asshole towards you. I'm really sorry."

Your gaze softened, "I'm really sorry too, my behaviour towards you hasn't been any better either." You continued, "I thought we were destined to be enemies. I don't hate you, I never did. I just wanted you to see the person I am beyond the righteous supe everyone else sees."

Ben slowly took your hands in his, making you look into his eyes. "Now I see you more than I ever thought I would. Maybe.. maybe there's something more here."

You replied, "Maybe there is. What happens now?"

To which he said "We talk. Like normal people. No more running away or avoiding things and arguing for no reason. We figure out where we stand, one step at a time, together."

You smiled, nodding your head. "Agreed. No more hiding how we feel. Besides, I guess I like this way of solving our issues much more." Which made him chuckle and pull you into his arms, staring at you intently, pressing his lips to yours.

Back at the Flatiron building, Hughie sat at his table across from Frenchie, fidgeting with his cup. "I'm worried. What do you think? Will they make up or kill each other?"

Butcher entered the room, a smirk plastered over his face "I'm pretty sure they are fucking like rabbits back there." And boy, was he right.

The two of you went multiple rounds, thanks to your super stamina, christening every possible surface of the safe house. From the couch, to the bedroom and the floor, and the shower too. You had both awoken a hunger, only the other could satiate.

"Now that we're not at each other's throats for the wrong reasons, I think maybe, we'd make a good team after all."

Said Ben, holding you close, running smooth circles on along your arms, with the two of you lying on the bed, tired and basking in the afterglow. You smiled, turning to face him. "We'll have to see about that, you might just be right. For now, I can't believe I'm saying this but I need sleep, we both do. You've worn me out completely."

He chuckled, tightening his arms around you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead and lips, and the two of you drifted off to sleep, feeling content in each other's embrace.

It was a start of a connection and understanding that arose from the most unexpected places, even amidst the chaos of a world filled with superhumans and the fight for good. Fiery exchanges and whispered confessions bringing in an unexpected depth to your dynamic, proving that there can be a fragile, pure connection between two polar opposites. Serendipity, often painted as an unusual force, interweaves with fate, guiding people towards love where they're least expecting to find it.

Your story a testament to the unpredicted twists of the heart, proving that even the fiercest adversaries can find redemption in each other's arms.

a/n: Finished watching Season 3 of 'The Boys' just a few days ago and let me just put this out here, Jensen as Soldier Boy is one of the best things to ever happen to this world. Oh! the things I'd let this man do to me-

Been planning this fic for a week now, I really hope y'all enjoyed reading as much as I did writing this.

I'd really appreciate if you'd comment any thoughts, improvements, suggestions or requests that you have! Thank you ^_^

Credits: Banner by @mykento

post divider by @saradika

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 20 - Double Penetration

Kink: Double Penetration (In 2 Holes)

Pairing: F!Reader x M!Bunny Hybrid

Other Kinks: Threesomes

Word Count: 1794 Words

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You’re starting to think you oversold yourself.

The ad was so simple.

Two young bunny hybrids looking for a third for some good times. Please submit a picture and a small paragraph about yourself to this email-

Curiosity piqued, you submitted half as a joke. But when you got the interested text back, saw the picture of the two handsome hybrids, you’d lept on the opportunity. You had never fucked two guys at once before. You’d done anal, been facefucked, had all your holes stretched out one time or the other, so you figured it wouldn’t be too crazy of a shift.

You were wrong.

“Oh fuck!” You yelp as the dildo seats itself all the way in your asshole, bejeweled end snug between your cheeks. The fullness only makes the flickering tongue of Wren more intense, has your eyes rolling back when his nose nuzzles into your clit. Sopping noises come from down below as he devours your pussy, your juices spattered across his jaws and dripping onto the bed below.

The large hand in your lower back kneads into the muscle, the toned chest of Sylva pressed against you from behind. He’s a big, broad fella for a bunny hybrid, a perfect mat for you to lay on.

“You took it all the way, sweetie. Good job.”

His voice brushes past your ear, his wet nose nuzzling into the back of your neck. His long ears flicker back and forth, the tufts of fur along the sides brushing softly against your cheek. Large hands come up and grope at your bare chest, pushing them together. He groans at the site. “How’s she taste Wren?”

“So good.” Wren pants, Sticky trails of your essence make his lips look dewey, his eyes glazed over as he kisses your clit. “I think we chose well.”

“Me too.” Sylva smirks, now rolling your nipples between his fingers, smirking when you tremble and squeak. Wren leaps back into your pussy, long tongue jutting back in and searching for the spongiest spot, prodding it with the flat of his tongue. Your head thrown back, Sylva immediately nuzzles back into your neck and presses another kiss. “You gonna cum for him, baby? Cum all over his mouth? He wants it so bad.”

Wren nods desperately, digging his fingers into your outer thighs to force his tongue even deeper. Your legs begin to tremble, twitching uncontrollably as you feel a shattering orgasm coming on.

“Y-yes, g-gonna cum!”

The moan muffled against your pussy mound is enough to drive you over the edge, eye’s going cross while Wren’s brow furrowss, exploding across his tongue. You can see his cotton tail flicker as he nuzzles his face into your lips, tongue flicking at every inch to get a taste. Sylva kisses your cheek, voice soft and cooing.

The pop noise Wren’s tongue makes when he pulls out of your cunt makes you shudder, your body hot from embarrassment. Seeing the slick tracks all over his jaw and neck have you realizing just how much you came all over this man you’ve known not one whole day.

Sticky kiss marks are left on your stomach as Wren trails up your front, jaw still dripping with pussy juices when he reaches your mouth. You can taste yourself when you lock lips, the strong flavor causing your nose to scrunch up.

“Uh-uh, I wanna taste.” Sylva grabs Wren by the jaw and wrenches him away from you, forcing him to his own mouth. The sloppy sounds of their tongues resonate directly in your ear, forced to watch them make out in your peripheral vision. When they detach, Sylva smacks his lips.

“You’re right, she does taste good.”

“Bet she feels good too.” Wren grinds his crotch against your bare pussy, dick like molten lava in between your sensitive folds. The girth is evident alone just from touch, a twinge of fear wondering how you’ll fit not one but two of those inside you.

“Hmm, all warm and snug.” Sylva reaches down and twists the base of the dildo, just a small enough movement to remind you that it's there. The shock has your hips jumping up, pressing even closer to Wren’s cock. A rumbling growl comes from his chest. You didn’t know bunny hybrids could make that noise.

“I want her, now.” Wren reaches down and adjusts his head, lining it up right with your fluttering hole. Sylva clicks his teeth, but slowly pulls the dildo out of your ass.

“Didn’t even ask if I wanted her pussy.”

“Shut up. I ate her out, I get the pussy. Besides-” Wren smacks the side of your ass cheek, making you yelp and press your hole flush his cock, “-I know you're an ass man.”

“True.” Another hot head presses against your now loosened ring of muscle, the lube bottle squirting as Sylva rubs it up and down his throbbing shaft. He sighs, pressing his face into the side of your neck. “Fuck, you’re gonna feel so good. I just know it.”

“Stop talking and fuck her already.”

“Oh Wren, such a romantic.”

Normally this is where you'd chime in with a clever comment of your own. But given the arduous task if relaxing your lower half, praying to god you can fit them both inside, all you can do is clench your eyes shut and just sink into the feeling.

“Oooh fuck.” Sylva pants into your ear. Your ass stings as his girthy dick pushes past, somehow thicker than the lewd sex toy shoved up there not long ago. “How are you still so tight?”

“Shit.” Wren gnaws on his bottom lip as he pushes inside as well, meeting less resistance yet still having to force his way past your gummy walls. “You’re gonna milk me dry.”

Never have you felt so full. It’s as if your senses are dialed up to eleven, every brush against your bare chest or soft breath against your neck has you trembling, your entire lower half buzzing. Your hands fly around Wren’s back once they both finally sheath inside you, nails digging lined into his back muscles as you suck in a deep breath.

You’re not sure how long they let you adjust, each second elongated with every twitch of their dicks or slight jostle of your three interlocked bodies. Sylva flickers his tongue across your pulse, lapping at the bubbling sweat, tasting your pheromones. You’d heard that hybrids have heightened senses, you wonder if they can smell your lust right now.

“Feeling good?” Sylva whispers, longer fingers finding their place on your hip, adjusting your thighs to wrap around Wren’s abdomen.

You nod, eyes still clenched shut.

“Need to hear you say it, sweet thing.” Wren mumbles, his chest pressing against yours as he forces himself to maintain his compsure, to not fuck into you like a wild animal.

“Uh-huh.” You sputter, finally reaching some sense of normalcy with the feeling of being stretched open.

“Okay, we’re gonna start.”

They begin with slow, alternating thrusts. When Wren is pulled out to the tip, Sylva is fully seated inside. When Wren thuds against your cervix with a controlled thrust, Sylva is slowly emptying you out from behind.

The air in the room has become soupy, or maybe it's just this little microcosm you find yourself in, trapped between two large men and their fast beating hearts. Your tiny whimpers are muffled in the Wren’s pecs, your voice becoming breathy as their slow strokes stir something in your gut.

“F-faster.”

They both pause. A guttural whine comes from your throat.

Your eyes are still closed, but you can practically see them both smirking.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“Anything for you.”

Their coordination is impressive. Even with their quicker thrusts they stay perfectly matched, neither hole completely filled at one time. It doesn’t stop you from becoming overwhelmed, a constant onslaught of pleasure coming from either your pussy or your ass. Sweat sticks your skin together, well hung balls bruising your ass and thighs as their hips move like a well-oiled machine. Your moans have grown louder, gasping as you struggle to catch your breath between humps.

“Oh my go-o–od!” You finally open your eyes, vision blurry, trying to find your bearings. Your orgasm is coming hard and fast and you need something to latch onto to stay sane. But Wren’s sweaty, focused face only serves to make you hotter, especially when he looks at you like that.

“Fuck, fuck, this pussy’s tight. Gripping me all the way down.” Wren hisses as your nails drag down his back again, smirking the entire time. “Mark me up, babe. Show everyone how good you got fucked.”

“Your asshole’s perfect, dear.” Sylva pants. “Squeezing me just right. It was made for this. You were made for this.”

“Made to be our little fuck toy, huh?” Wren kisses your cheek, hard and nasty, enough that it just might leave a lip-shaped bruise. “Taking our cocks so well, we really struck gold.”

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” Your voice now echoes across the room, pleasure overwhelming any sense of shame in your mind. “I love your cocks! I love getting double-teamed!”

“Maybe we should keep you like this, have you warm our cocks 24/7. Doesn’t that sound nice, Sylva?”

“Sure d-does.”

Sylva’s hips begin to move desperately, no longer perfectly synced with Wren. You can feel his core muscles clench behind you, feel his hissing breath between his teeth.

“We’re gonna fill you up. Your holes will be dripping with us for days.”

“You’ll smell like us. Every hybrid in a 15 mile radius will know who you belong to.”

“Shit!” Your face feels like it's going numb, your whole body about to crash from the barrage of cummy feels. “I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s right, cum for us. Come on our cocks, baby.” Wren’s pace has also begun to falter, their cocks now perfectly matched filling you up at the same time.

Sylva stays silent, instead taking a large bite into your neck, sucking at the teeth-marked skin and leaving several tiny bruises behind.

“Oh gods! Fuck, yes!”

“Cumming!”

“Fuck yeah!”

Your trio all short circuits at once, bodies trembling as Wren and Sylva fulfill their promise and fill you the very brim. Their cocks jolt and twitch inside you, if not for your insides they’re close enough they could be touching. A collage of cum soarus across your thighs and ass, your own cunt spasming as it takes in load after load.

The three of you stay interlocked when you all collapse, letting the heat dissipate and the fog clear from your mind. Sandwiched between them, Wren strokes down your sides and Sylva pats your cheek

“We really found the one, first try, huh?”

“I think we did.”

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Petrichor. | joel miller x f!reader, 4.1k

Summary: You underestimate yourself but Joel doesn't like what's his to be degrated. Unless, he's the one doing it. He makes sure you know your place.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, allusion to suicidal thoughts BUT it's a misunderstanding, low self esteem!reader, established relationship, unspecified age gap (make it you own😏), dom!Joel, sub!reader, dd/lg vibes, pet names(darlin', baby, sweetheart, little girl, good girl), degradation kink, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink, oral m!receiving, masturbation f!receiving, dacryphilia, pussy slapping (quite a few), deepthroating, facial, cum eating, aftercare, as always let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: First of all, thank you for your love on my little drabble Take me, I didn't expect it at all and I'm so glad you liked it, it really means the world! 🙈 Now, for this fella here, I swear to god it was supposed to be a drabble, I even named its draft as such, because I'm so decisive and steady.😂 I don’t know what happened, it started as a pwp but of course I had to go and pepper it with some feelings.🙄 And then @iamasaddie had a smut fic prompt including “Baby, you know, Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty when you cry.” line and it fitted so damn well, like Joel's cock fits in reader's pussy, so there's that. 🥵🥵

P.S.: I hate summaries, I hate them, I wish someone else would write them for me. Ok, I love you all, let me know what you think!

Song on repeat: The kooks - Sway

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Maybe this is your favorite sound in the world, you think as you hear the rain drops hit the -floor to ceiling- windows of your loft.

Your mind wanders to your childhood memories searching for confirmation. And you think that, yes, this is it. So, it makes perfect sense that your favorite scent is that of the soaked soil after raining. Petrichor. You smile softly to yourself.

He seems to notice that. But then, he always does.

He’s on his side facing you, all 5’11” of his magnificent naked body laying on your bed, his head resting on the pillow. One hand under your neck, as you lay flat on your back, the other reaching for your jawline, turning you to face him instead of the window.

You turn to him, gladly, because this, this is your favorite sight in the world. Him. The soft glow from the lights outside is the only source of illumination and he couldn’t be more beautiful than right now. He makes your heart ache instantly. His calm and safe presence in your life is such a juxtaposition to the shadows of your past, it brings a lump in your throat. You swallow it down.

“Why the smile, baby?” he speaks carefully, like he feels the antithesis of the emotions inside you right now. And there it is, at last. This is the answer you’re looking for. This, this is your favorite sound in the world. His voice.

Your palm lands on the hand petting your cheek. “No reason,” you smile to him, “just feeling content.”

“Are you, though?” he insists after a minute, “feeling content?”

“I-, yeah, of course I do, you know that.”

“Do I?”

“I hope you do. You know what you mean to me, what your presence in my life means to me, right?” your voice is lightly wavering, the lump in your throat lurking still. “And- and I’m so happy with my job and my new place and everyth-”

“Why did you choose this place?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that. From all the places we’ve seen, why this? I saw in your eyes it did something to you.” And if you ever entertained the idea that maybe some things get past him, you do not anymore. You can’t hide from him. And you find that, oddly, liberating.

“Because it’s everything I'm not; I wanted to challenge myself.”

He’s curious now. After all these bits and pieces over these past few months you’re giving him something more. He knows there’s more. “How so?”

“It’s just-”, you roll your eyes in frustration, trying to compare a space to a person, “so open, so bare, no hiding spaces, you know, open floor and everything, I remember when I first walked in it made me feel uneasy, insecure, intimidated. So I rented it.”, you shrug like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Why would you feel all that?”

He raises his head supporting it on his palm as he studies your profile from his side, seeing your struggle, the waterline of your eyes glassing over, the vein on your forehead bulging. There’s so much you want to tell him, confide in him, confess to him, but you don’t know where to begin. How to sum all this shit up.

“I just- I have lived my life without actually living. I just- existed. I compromised, backed down, let myself be led by people who were supposed to be my family and now-” your lips are trembling and you bite your bottom lip to stop it, your throat is closing, you feel this ache, this burning sensation inside of it, like acid through your veins, making you unable to breathe, let alone speak. Your face turns pinkish, the tears threatening to spill now, the sob ready to explode deep from your chest.

“-I just hate myself-” you mouth through an inaudible cry, still deprived of air in your lungs that they feel like they’re gonna collapse.

His legs straddle yours in a moment of panic, his eyes wide, his pupils blown, his body stiff, ready to engage in some kind of fight. He’s leaning above you, his long torso shadows over you, his huge hand cupping the back of your neck and pulls you in a sitting position underneath him. Your hands grab his forearms in confusion. It -he- makes you feel so tiny, which you are compare to him, but even more so, now that his knees are pressing down on the sides of your hips, holding his weight above your lap so he won’t completely crush you, making your body sink deeper into the mattress and suddenly you’re so small, so insignificant, so unnoticed to the rest of the room, of the apartment, of the world. Except from him. His eyes, raging fires, burning yours as they search for meaning, answers, reassurance. His fist is closing and tugging harshly at the hairs on the back of your neck, demanding all of your attention. The tears run freely down your cheeks now on their own volition, years of restrain and pain unleashed in a blink of an eye.

“Tell me I don’t need to fuckin’ worry about you.” he demands in a harsh tone, his expression painted with anger, desperation, agony.

You open your mouth to respond, but you are at loss for words, your thoughts hazy and confused.

“Tell me!” his voice high and urgent, now mirroring his expression, almost breaking.

And you get it now, you really do. The smell of fear, the fear of loss, the loss of existence.

Your eyes widen, your lips trembling again, “No, no!”, you shake your head violently, his grip on your scalp tightening more, in warning. His expression is torn, like the two faces of Janus, his jaw clenched in disbelief, but his eyes pained, begging, pleading for trust.

Your hands fly around his middle, squeezing him, your fingernails nearly tearing his flesh, “I swear Joel, no, that was not what I meant!” you’re desperate now, how could he think that, doesn’t he know what he means to you?

He doesn’t budge, he doesn’t move a muscle, his eyes keep scanning, keep searching. You try to rest your forehead to his stomach now, how massive he is above you and he allows it. His fist unclench from your hair, cupping your neck again tenderly, his mouth kissing the top of your head. Your arms hug him tighter now, pressing your face to his sweaty skin, inhaling his scent, grounding you, your fingers caressing his broad back up and down. “I swear, I swear.” you keep muttering on his skin, your nose deeply pressed against his firm chest now, barely breathing.

He moves both his hands to the sides of your neck, simply holding you and tilting your head up to look at him. He bends forward to touch your lips with his in a soft kiss, just flesh touching flesh. His forehead resting on yours, he sighs deeply, letting all the weight of the world go through his nostrils. “Don’t you ever-”

“I’m sorry Joel, I’m so sorry, that’s not what I meant, I promise.” you apologize, pressing your chin to his skin, looking up at him. But his eyes are still searching, not letting this one go.

“I’m just pissed it took me so long to wake up. I’m scared I fucked my life up. I’m scared I missed my chance. I’m scared-” you shake your head slowly in disappointment as you try to explain and Joel keeps his eyes on you, waiting. He nods, he’s listening, he’s here. He’s got you. “I’m scared I’m so broken; there’s nothing left of me to be loved.” you hide your face back to his chest again.

He holds you tight, whispering at the crown of your head, “There’s so much left my darlin’, so much left. And I’m here to pick each and every piece of you up and mend it back together.” And you know he is. You just don’t know if you’re worth the trouble.

Suddently your senses are so overloaded, you just need something to ground you. Hard. His natural musk mixed with sweat and sex from earlier that night hits your nostrils, his soft now cock practically under your nose, on your lap. And there is another answer for you. This, this is your favorite scent in the world. His scent.

You inhale deeply, your forehead pressing on his skin, feeling the sparse hair of his chest and the steady beating of his heart. “I need you Joel.”

He tugs your hair gently to raise your head and looks at you. Really looks at you.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”, he moves his hands cupping your cheeks softly.

“I need you to punish me.” you plead with your eyes closed, embarrassment creeping in.

His breath is hitching in his throat, his eyes darken immediately, “Yeah?”

“Yeah..”

“Use your manners then and ask for it, properly.”

“Please sir, I need you to take control, put me in my place.” you feel your skin shiver, your core warming up again.

He just stares at you, making your heart flutter.

You can feel him hardening, his heavy cock brushing against your stomach. You go to palm him, stroke him to his full potential but he grabs your hand and swats it away.

“You're asking for two different things sweetheart and that tells me you're in a delicate headspace. So, I am taking control from you and I am not going to punish you.” he settles.

“But I wa-”

He raises his brows “Are you sure you want to finish that sentence, little girl?” and that effectively shuts you up and turns you on. He doesn’t speak again, he doesn’t say anything else, he just puts his hand on your throat, resting it there for a second, observing you and then he’s guiding you down on your back.

He straddles you higher, on your chest, now hard in all his glory. He’s a sight to behold. Naturally imposing, no pretenses, it’s just who he is. From his gaze to the sound of his voice and from the broadness of his shoulders to the thickness of his thighs, he’s all man.

You must look awestruck because he smirks softly. You open your mouth to -actually you don’t know what you want to ask, he just caught you off guard, but he beats you to it, explaining the situation clearly.

“When you disrespect yourself, you disrespect me and I will not have that. I will not, under any circumstances tolerate that kind of behavior. Do you understand that?”

You just lay there, mouth agape, eyes confused.

He slaps your cheek not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to sting a bit, to snap you out of your trance.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. So..” he brushes his thumb over your lips, pushing it in slowly, pressing down your tongue, “I’m gonna fuck some manners into that mouth, baby.” Oh, shit. “From now on, when you’re chocking on your tears, it’s gonna be because of me ramming my cock down your throat like it deserves.”

Your breath hitches at his vulgarity, your pupils are blown wide and your slick is running down your ass cheeks now. You suck around his thumb, your thighs pressing together in need of some friction.

“You like that, you little whore?”, he removes his thumb allowing you to respond.

You don't know where you find the nerve but, “I thought you said no disrespect.” you blurt out, you can’t help it, you want to rile him up.

“Oh, she speaks now!”, he raises his eyebrows in amusement. Or in a challenge, you’re not totally sure if you want to find out.

He breaths a laugh, shaking his head in a mockingly condencending way, “I don’t think you understand your place here little girl, so let me break it to you.”

His eyes are glazed over, some sort of wickedness mirroring in them. “Only I get to call you names. No one else. No one. Do you know why that is?” He leans in and looks above your head, a sign that he’s expecting an answer.

“Nnn- no.”

“Manners.”, he shakes your head, your jaw grabbed between his fingers.

“No, sir.”

He’s nodding his head slowly. “That’s because only daddy knows what you need.” You know there's more coming, so you stay silent.

“So, when I say you’re a whore, what do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And when I say you’re my good girl, what do you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And when I say you’re gonna take whatever the fuck I give you, what do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Damn right.”, his cock twitches in front of you.

“Please, daddy.” You start whining and squirming underneath him, all needy and wet.

Yes, this is right. He is right. This is how you need it. This is how it should be. If your throat’s gonna hurt and burn and swell it’s gonna be from the invasion of Joel’s cock and not from the insecurities caused from your past.

“Please..” you keep whining.

“Manners, ‘mnot gonna ask again.”, he demands sternly. “And quit your whining, it won't get you anywhere good; got it?”

“Please, sir, let me touch you, pretty please.” you try with a steadier voice.

“Now, now, that’s a good girl right there, hm?” that seems to satisfy him. “Ok, baby, go on.”

Your trembling hands roam slowly all over his chest, then his stomach and the swell of his belly, moving all the way down to his thighs and finally up to the v of where they meet with his pelvis, massaging, caressing and squeezing him softly, circling your fingers around the base of his thick cock.

You're threading them through his pubic hair, your thumbs caressing lightly under him, on his scrotum. He inhales sharply, shivers raising the hairs on his forearms. You press his waist down on you more, resting his weight on you, his warm balls touching your sternum, his hands flat on his thighs.

Joel's eyes are trained on your face, studying you, recognizing the same want, the same desire and thirst that he feels, as you worship him. You raise your head trapping his cockhead under your chin, giving hot, open mouthed kisses to his base and his veiny shaft like you would make out with his mouth. You let him slide to the side of your face, his precum painting your cheek as you bring his cock above you, kissing and licking his underside, lightly sucking his protruding vein.

His eyes darken, enough of your teasin’. He fists his cock, stroking it slowly once, twice, his thumb pressing it down to guide it into your salivating mouth. He swipes his tip across your lips, smearing his precum all over them.

“What do you do if you want me to stop?”, he checks with you.

“Joel..” you drag the vowels of his name on your tongue.

“Show. Me.”, he demands, so you move your hand to his thigh and you tap three times.

“Good. Now, open.”

You just want to consume him, suck his soul out of his perfect slit. So, you obey, sticking your tongue out. He taps his wide head on your wet muscle one, two, three times and then he invades you, moving his hips forward.

There’s something so undeniably erotic about the movement of his pelvis, like a statement, I choose to give and you accept to take, a balancing of the dynamic between you; you could watch him thrust into you forever.

You take him in as far as you can manage without chocking. The feel of every vein and ridge filling your mouth, dragging on your tongue, is driving you crazy.

You hollow your cheeks and start bobbing your head back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, while your tongue swirls over his delicious pink head, so soft and velvet, your cunt clenches at the memory of it stretching your tight cunt.

You exhale loudly through your nose, and you’re in a frenzy now, you can’t keep a pace or build him slowly up as you’d normally do. You need him now, all of him, as fast and hard as you can, or you’re gonna die, you think. Your eyes roll back and you’re moaning so loud, Joel feels the vibrations from tip to base.

“F-fuck”, he’s taken aback from your fervor, his jaw slack and his brows pinched together from the intensity of your pace.

“Mnot gonnghhhh-”, he groans deeply, every thought of dominance long gone when you’re giving him head like this. Normally, he’d punish you for attempting to take more than he offers, but your neediness is overwhelming. His breathing is faster, louder, in an effort to level himself. His hands fly to your head, like he would hold to your hips if he was fucking you from behind. He’s taking control now for both of your sake.

His fists tighten on your head, keeping you steady and compliant, his little rug-doll, like you’d go anywhere anyway. He’s all the way in now, your nose brushing his pubic hair, his scent driving you wild. He’s fucking himself into your tight throat harder and harder, the noises from your choking on his massive length and the drooling around your mouth might embarrassed you in another life, but not in this one, not now, not with him.

You take everything because he’s everything. Nothing else exists beyond him. He blinks; you see, he moves; you shift, he laughs; you bloom, he breathes; you live.

You don’t even think of your pleasure until he palms your cunt with one hand and your juices cover his fingers. He slows his pace, thrusting into your mouth almost sensually.

“Sucking daddy’s cock made you this wet, sweetheart?”

He starts to rub your swollen clit up and down, knowing how much more intense the sensation is for you this way. You’re already so close, you can feel your lower belly tense with a familiar warmth. You moan around his cock while you begin to grind your hips against his deftly fingers. You should know better.

He slaps your pussy, the wet sound of his palm on your soaked folds making you feral. “Mmmmm” you groan, arching your back unsuccessfully under that mountain of a man above you, rolling your eyes back, your hips never stoping their movement. You're so far gone, it should be embarrassing.

He slaps you again, harder this time and then a third time in quick succession. The impact with your clit sends waves of arousal all over your body, your cunt gushing your slick all over the sheets now.

Your body tenses, your hands squeeze his ass so hard, little moon-shaped indentations mark his skin and your legs are trembling. Tears start running from your eyes to your temples from the intensity of the act.

“You’re a wild little thing, aren't you?”, still slow-fucking your face, his middle and ring finger tapping quickly on your swollen bundle of nerves. “Playing coy and innocent until my cock’s in your mouth, only to come on my palm, hm?” And then he slaps your mound again.

“Mmmmm” you moan desperately, your face contorted in pleasure, tears pooling in your ears, your whole body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You feel him twitching in your mouth while you swallow around him. He’s hard and hot inside you and that makes you drool even more as you suck him off with everything you got. Your neck hurts, your jaw hurts, your lips are stretched to their limit, but you’re not stopping for a second.

You start to whimper and his hand leaves your hair to thumb your tears, bringing it to his mouth. You watch him trapping his digit between his plush lips and sucking on it, tasting your saltiness and everything feels so intimate, sobs start shaking your chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.

You try to push him away to breathe but Joel keeps fucking your mouth. “You know what to do if you want me to stop.”

You keep struggling to breathe but you are not going to tap his thigh.

Joel doesn’t stop, either. “You either tap, or you fuckin’ take it.”, he warns, but you shake your head in denial. “Then I guess you can take it, little girl.”, he concludes while he watches you still struggling and sobbing.

“Baby, you know, Daddy only hurts you because you look so pretty when you cry.” he says softly and you squeeze your eyes shut in an effort to calm yourself, more tears spilling out, nodding at the best of your ability.

“That’s how you gonna come for me”. You didn’t expect that.

You’re not sure you can do it and your body stiffens. It hurts good, what he's doing, leaving you panting and wanting, but you fear it's not enough to make you come. He can read that on you and he feels your hesitation.

He moves his thumb to your cheekbone, caressing it gently. Then he moves it lower, to the corner of your outstretched mouth, feeling himself sliding in and out of you. “Fuck, baby, you take me so good. You’re doin’ so good for me,” he’s panting and you know he’s holding himself back, “your mouth was made for daddy’s cock. Just let go baby, don't fight it, ok? I got you, you’re gonna be ok.”

He starts fucking your mouth roughly now, his heavy balls slapping on your wet chin, the sounds echoing in the room nearly pornographic. His hand resumes rubbing your clit in tight circles now, building you up, then tapping it a few times to bring you close and then slapping it once to bring you back from the edge, before he starts all over again.

Circling. Tapping. Slapping.

Circling. Tapping. Slapping.

Circling. Tapping. Slapping.

The bastard is fucking edging you.

He did exactly what you asked of him. He took control, left no room for thoughts, for decisions, for questioning. You just lay there and you take it.

“Daddy needs you to come, right fuckin’ now darlin’; be my good girl and give me what’s mine.” he commands and you obey, because there is no other way.

Your orgasm is explosive, your cunt spasming violently, your eyes rolling into your head, Joel’s pulling back his cock from your open mouth to let you breathe properly but you’re holding your breath in. “Theeere she is, there she fuckin' is..”he smirks in satisfaction, his fingers keep circling your overstimulated clit to prolong your high while he jerks himself fast above your lips.

You exhale loudly when you remember you need to breathe, the air is coming out of your lungs forcefully, hitting Joel’s tip and he comes instantly, thick ropes of milky cum painting your cheeks, nose and lips, running down to your jaw and neck. There’s so much of it, its warmth on your sweaty skin making your pussy keep clenching.

All because of that gorgeous man above you. Because it’s a part of him and he’s gifting it to you.

Joel brings his hand from between your legs to the side of your head, steadying himself, leaning above you, his head resting low between his shoulders, his breathing erratic and loud. His eyes are closed shut, his face wrecked, his muscles still convulsing from his intense orgasm.

Please, open them, let me look at you and he does open them, making you realize you said it out loud. His gaze is one of adoration and something else you don’t dare acknowledge. The edges of his mouth are curled up in a soft smirk.

His fingers caress your face, gathering his seed from your skin and feeding it to your starved mouth. You suck around his thick fingers, your tongue swiping everything clean. He places a soft kiss on your lips tasting himself on you, before he stands to fetch a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up.

You close your eyes and just lay there, still, utterly content and satisfied, lighter than ever. In peace. You feel the mattress dip under his weight again and him gently cleaning your face and neck, then between your legs, discarding the cloth on the hardwood floor when he’s done and laying on top of you, peppering soft kisses all over your face.

“Good?” he whispers against your lips.

“Yes, thank you daddy”. You bring your hands on the sides of his head, kissing the space between his earlobe and jaw, then his jawline, his bottom lip, the edge of his mouth, the apple of his cheek as he smiles, the tip of his nose.

It’s how you know to say thank you, I care about you, too; I love you.

For now.

[ohnonononononono567]

Carry me - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (angst)

Games

Bit by Bit

(This was made after 1am and I projected my OCD onto a fictional character so that's on me guys, my bad. Any bad writing can be blamed on the fact I was watching chernobyl with my cat and eating the saltiest fried chicken sandwich known as i wrote this)

"Simon-"

"Don't." He grunted, leaving his position in your bed. Never his. 

The day he admits it's his bed as well, is the day he has the ability to sleep peacefully. And God knows when he'll be granted that right. 

He awoke to the sound of screams, his ears ringing. The feeling of water and blood rapidly running under his skin, as if his flesh begged to be free. 

You had rolled over to hold his midriff, and Lord help him with how much he's grown attached to you, with how much he wanted to pin you down as if you were nothing more than another enemy in his eyes.

He shot up, just to feel the familiar sting of a hook in his rib as he had sat on the bed.

Stepping out onto the patio with a grunt, a tank top and some joggers on with slippers. The apartment's patio serving as the perfect place to have a smoke, the dog yawning to join. Big fella, she was, nudging snout onto Simons leg.

Sitting down, he grabs a light, lighting the cigarette he had hiding cheekily in his pocket, when he had swore up and down he wasn't smoking anymore less than 8 hours ago.

Burn your wrist.

Shut up Riley, you know better than to act on that.

Do it now.

No.

He leaned back, allowing the nicotine to enter his system, and the tobacco to leave a lasting smell on the rough pads of his fingers. He watched you from the corner of your eye. Silent panic. Wanting to help him. But you can't. All he can do is lie to a therapist and come home to you.

He made this worse. Leave him. You're nothing, but he's worse. 

Stop.

He saw you at your worst. Why stay? 

Because he saw me at my worst. And he stayed.

He shouldn't have.

Stop.

He knows nothing about you and he goes to sleep saying bull crap about loving you.

"STOP!"

He yells, grabbing his hair in two fists on the side of his head, the cigarette between his fingers, lingering in the night air as the sound of the city stand beneath him.

He looks at you, and you seem to just be staring. Frozen. 

It spitballs, as he meets your gaze;

"Stop fucking staring at me like that yeah? You can't fucking help me! You deal with me, or you kick me out. Should've done that by now if you've ever known what's good for you!" He says, throwing his hands up in the air out of exasperation, the dog yelping a bit as she backs away. He heads back inside, putting out the cigarette, and snatching his blanket, heading towards the couch.

You gave him a look as he left. He knew that look. You've set boundaries, he was trying to be healthy for you. Honest. You wouldn't stand for verbal abuse, nor disrespect. But he was weak. Useless in the presence of a man like you.

He knew better than to immediately go to you. He left earlier for the gym that morning, called off work, went to one of those shitty manmade parks with more dog piss than a fire hydrant, and sat himself down. Right in the grass, watching a single dandelion. It was weak. But it still stood in the grass. It moved with the wind, even when it lost it's soft white petals. 

And when it was stripped naked, bare, with nothing left to offer, there was another dandelion there. Planted from the wind carrying it. Ready to repeat the cycle. 

Why is he doing this? He'll repeat what his father did. He was the end of it. No relatives to fall back on. God knows how much he's begged to bring his brother, Tommy back. 

But that's just it. He's the end of the cycle.

Get up. Nobody is coming to save you.

He stands before you now, with nothing to offer, but the willingness to move with you if you'd allow him. If you'd allow a weak man like him to remain with you. He'll continue to lose his petals, but you'll help him plant new flowers. To utter the words, 

"I can never truly tell you how sorry I am, love. You are the man I want. You are everything. And it's not enough. But I am trying."

Looking up at you, his bones brittle, his eyes heavy.

He wants to sleep. To feel his flesh settle, his mind quiet.

And as you embrace him, he can feel every molecule in his skin burning. 

And if you ever let reality hit that you deserve someone who could think like a bloody normal human for once, would he continue to survive for as long as he could without you to carry him. Until he allowed the world to end what it started. 

You are everything.

Laying in bed, your hands hesitantly rubbing his back in soft circular motions as he keeps his head in your tummy, soft breathing as the dog nuzzled into the crook between you two, soft kisses lingering on his tongue, it leaves him before he can chase after it;

"...Would you ever marry me?"

@tabloid-junki3 i dont think i cooked but i did heat it up in the microwave so

[hazbinshusk]

37 HUSK!!! (if you don't mind :] )

prompt #37: a kiss to the back of the neck. (I never mind your requests, love)

You feel a smile curve your lips as you feel Husk’s arms wrap loosely around your waist, and you lean back against him despite yourself. His body is warm and wonderfully soft, his tail tapping rhythmically against your leg as it curls loosely around your shin.

“Y’know, I think you could make the argument that this is all part of the ‘teaching’ method if we were playing pool,” you point out quietly, shivering as you feel his cheek bump against the side of your neck. You can feel a purr vibrating through his chest and into your back, and he nuzzles into your jaw contentedly. “But I don’t think this whole ‘let me show you how it’s done’ thing works with bartending.”

“You’d be surprised,” he rumbles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck.

“I bet I would,” you mutter, and Husk chuckles against your skin, bumping his forehead against the back of your head. You shudder as his tongue touches the nape of your neck, the rough texture tickling at the sensitive flesh. His hands slide up over your waist, claws scratching lightly over your ribs before trailing back down to your hips. “Remind me what goes in a Manhattan, bartender?”

“Who cares?” he replies huskily, and you roll your eyes, turning in his arms. Your own hands alight on his chest, and you smooth your fingers over his suspenders. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you reply with a smile that he returns warmly, bumping his nose against yours. You giggle, nuzzling into the touch for a moment, wrapping your arms around his neck. “…I should give up on the bartending lesson, shouldn’t I?”

His smile twitches wider for a moment before he adopts a serious expression. “What do you say we take a break? I’d hate to overwhelm you with all the specifics.”

“So considerate of you.”

Husk hums, lips brushing over your cheek. “’m a considerate fella, doll.”

“Sure, you are.”

“You doubtin’ me?”

“Never.”

Husk grins, bringing his lips to yours. “Good.”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[waywardsou2]

Shirtless Cuddles with The Batch

Tags: Trans!Reader/M!Reader, masculine terms, AFAB reader, romantic but fluffy, cuddles, just general nice fluff, gayness

A/N: This is a scenario for all of my trans fellas out there. Or anyone that was born AFAB but isn't necessarily comfortable with their chest. How the Batchers would react if you wanted to sleep without your shirt on.

Basically, for context I am trans, and I am AFAB. I have not had top surgery yet but find it uncomfortable to sleep with my shirt on most nights. I've been stuck in the Bad Batch brain rot at the moment and was wondering what it would be like to cuddle with the Clones for the first time without a shirt on. In a fluffy romantic context tho. (I don't even know if any of this is making sense but if it does then please read on. Also I wanted to include Omega but didn't really know how to make that work so she unfortunately won't be in this one)

Scenario: You and your Clone are settling down for bed, it's been a long day and the missions have been rough recently. The two of you make your way to your shared quarters and you both begin changing for bed. You go to change out your shirt for another more comfortable one but you stop before you can even pull it over your head. You've been with your partner for a few years now and they know about your identity, they accept it wholeheartedly, but you've never taken the step to show them your body. You never felt ready, but something feels different tonight. "Hey, I want try something tonight?" Your Batcher turns to you and waits for you to respond looking slightly confused "I don't really want to wear my shirt tonight; it gets irritating sometimes. But I didn't know how you would react to my chest"

Hunter

Hunter turns to you and gives you a soft smile, he's knows that you toss and turn a lot of the night not being able to find a comfortable way to place your arms with your t-shirt twisted around you body. It the exact reason why he hardly wears a shirt in bead. He reaches forward and slips his fingers underneath your shirt, he looks at you for consent to keep going and when you nod, he gently pulls it over your head and tosses it aside. His hands rest on your hips, and he looks at you, he doesn't even bother to look at your chest. It doesn't matter to him, he loves you for you, not your body, he loves the handsome man standing in front of him.

The two of you walk over to the bed and settle under the covers, you turn inwards, so your chest is facing his and curl up, he wraps his arms around you, stroking the exposed skin of your back and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before looking back into your eyes, softly he says, "You will always be my handsome man, no matter what."

And with that you rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as his torso rises and falls with each steady breath.

Crosshair

Crosshair looks at you with a small question on his furrowed brow "Why are you asking me? It's your body so it's your choice"

Knowing that's as about as good as a response you are going to get from him you turn around and pull your shirt off, discarding it.

He looks at the floor as you do so but when you turn back around he looks up, he looks at your chest briefly but only for a moment, your arms are crossed over it, but doesn't think much of it. Your chest doesn't change his image of you. He gives you a wry but reassuring grin and pulls you over to the bed and the two of you climb in.

He isn't wearing a shirt either so as he rolls over and pulls your back into his chest you can feel his breathing and his heartbeat and his warmth, the feeling very calming. He wraps his arms around your stomach careful to not touch your chest and pulls you closer to his so your spine curves into his chest.

He traces patterns into your stomach and lower chest, he traces a line up in the small space between your ribs in your upper chest, he does it slowly, creeping up ever so slightly and when you don't protest he lays his hand there, feeling your heartbeat. He sighs contentedly and so do you.

He gives you a kiss on the back of your head and mumbles "Love you" so quietly you almost don't hear it. You hum in response "Love you too Cross" and the two of you drift off to sleep.

Wrecker

Wrecker is a little slow on the uptake and doesn't quite understand what you are getting at, at first.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I wasn't born the same as you, remember? My chest isn't flat like yours"

He thinks for a moment and then it dawns on him what you are getting at "Oh?! Yeah, I did kinda forget, you are just so manly it's hard to remember that sometimes"

You laugh, he's so endearing and his blunt honestly makes your heart thrum with happiness. Even if he doesn't realise his comments about blatantly stating how "manly" you are always fill your heart fit to bursting.

"So is it ok?" you ask again

"Yeah?! Of course!" he cups your face in his hands and gives you a big kiss on the forehead.

You take a step back to take of your shirt and then you step into his space again and he gives you a massive bear hug, you let out a laugh as he throws you onto the bed. He dives after you and you are both a laughing mess. So much for going to sleep.

He pulls you over so you are laying on top of him and he wraps his arms tightly around you "You are amazing you know that?"

You giggle and reply "You're amazing too Wrecker" and with that you lay there together, humming and laughing softly, an endless loop of uncontainable happiness. You felt so lucky to be loved by someone like Wrecker.

Tech

Tech also doesn't quite understand, he looks at you quizzically and says "Yes? That is fine? Why do you ask?"

"Because it's important?" you respond a little upset by his blunt response

He thinks for a moment and studies your face as he does so, he seems to come to a conclusion and opens his mouth again "Would you like me to close my eyes or turn away?"

You shrug your shoulders noncommittally and Tech considers you for another moment, then his face lights up slightly, like a lightbulb going off in his head. He removes his goggles and places them beside your shared bed "There. This way I can't see and you know that I won't be able to see"

You chuckle at him, he's not wrong but it still feels a little bit silly. He seems to understand there is still some hesitancy and he takes your hand "You should only do what you are comfortable with, and you should know that I would never judge you for your body. No matter what"

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before he nods his head towards the bed. "Do you wish to cuddle or should I give you some space"

In response you scooch over to him and lay an arm over his side placing your head on his palm, which he turns over to cup the side of your face.

"Maybe one day you can ask the Kaminoan's to help alleviate your chest dysphoria. But you should know by now that your body will never define your gender."

His statement makes you tear up a little and you smile at him "Thank you Tech"

"It is no problem my dear"

Echo

Echo looks a little taken aback "Yes, that's fine" he doesn't really seem to know what to say, and neither do you.

Instead, you slip your shirt off and he looks away politely. You touch his arm to grab his attention and turn back but he continues to look at your feet.

"Can I look?" he asks shyly

"Yeah, that's the point silly" you say with a chuckle

"That's not exactly what I meant" he says even more quietly than before. "I mean can I look at you, all of you?"

You feel warmth creep up your neck and cheeks as he says this

"Y-yeah" you stutter out and he looks up at you.

He looks into your eyes first and then drops them to your chest, he doesn't say anything but he also doesn't look for very long. You stand there a little shy and a little self-conscious but he looks away quickly enough that you don't feel uncomfortable.

He takes his one good hand and raises it to your cheek, cupping it gently and you nuzzle into it humming.

"You are a very beautiful person. I feel like the luckiest Clone alive to be with someone as amazing as you. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your body with me. I know that couldn't have been easy"

You smile back at him, a grin stretching its way across your face "You can't be the luckiest man alive because I have you, and that makes me the luckiest" He blushes in return, the deep red a stark contrast to his pale skin.

You both crawl into bed and you wrap your arms around each other and slowly doze off, never letting go of one another.

Hope you enjoyed! This one goes out to all my trans brothers out there!

!Feel free to request any other ideas that you would like me to write!

[misspearly1]

Hush

Pairing: Joel Miller x You (F!Reader) 

Summary: There are many benefits to renting an apartment with your best friend; you can split the cost of bills and keep the spare cash, thus fattening your savings in the bank. The only downside however, is bringing your Texas born and raised boyfriend back to your place and trying to stay quiet when things become a little intimate between you and the man.

Keeping quiet proves to be a difficult task, especially since he can’t keep his hands off you, and when you become a little too vocal in the bedroom, well… he has to hush you. 

WC: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. TLOU AU; the outbreak never happened in this story. Established Relationship. Date Night in the city. Teasing/Flirting. Kissing. Hand Holding. Smut. References of Public Sex/Foreplay. Mentions of Oral Sex. Unprotected PIV Sex (wrap it up irl folks). Rough Bathroom Sex. Joel holding his hand over Readers mouth to keep her quiet. Squirting. Soft aftercare and lots of Fluff. If I have missed anything in the warnings, please don’t hesitate to call it out, thanks! 

AN: Oh, how I miss writing oneshots for this sexy fella. I really enjoyed this one, my loves. I hope you like it as well. 🥰

Living in the heart of Austin, Texas wasn’t your first choice, hell, it wasn’t even your second choice, but you’ve lived in the city for five years now and there’s a lot of things you're going to miss when you eventually move out of your apartment and buy your first house. 

You’ll miss the serenity of waking up before everyone else and walking to work when the streets are almost bare and light with traffic. It’s calm and pleasant during those hours of the morning, and you’ll miss visiting all of your local cafes and coffee shops too, especially the owners and workers you’ve become friends with since you’re one of their regulars. You’ll miss living with your roommate too and all the things you’ve grown to love here.

Venturing out into the city on a Friday evening however, is not something you are going to miss. It’s what you consider to be the busiest day of the week since people are finishing work and heading into the weekend with a lot of steam and wild energy to blow off. Even though the nightlife of Austin has only just begun, you’re glad to be heading home to escape the mayhem. It’s much too busy for your comfort. You feel claustrophobic and suffocated.

The sidewalks are flooded with a slow-moving stream of pedestrians, the restaurants and clubs thronging with partygoers spilling out the doorways - their chatter, screaming or fighting deafening your ears - and the pavement you walk along is wet and sticky from spilled booze and food.

Oh yeah. This won't be missed, you thought with slight disgust. The streets will be cleaned tomorrow morning, but it’s a shame to see them so messy and littered with trash. Frankly, you would have much preferred to stay home this evening, but what brought you outside this busy Friday night was the guy you’re seeing - who is currently opening a cab door for you both to climb inside and make a swift getaway.

The night might have just begun for some people in the city, but yours is coming to a blissful end, and after you had practically thrown yourself into the backseat, eager to get home and relax, he jumped in after you with the same sense of enthusiasm and gave the cab driver your address instead of his, thus making you turn to look at him with a quizzical expression. “My place tonight?” You asked, a surprised tone in your voice. 

“Yeah,” Joel replies keenly. “Tommy and Sarah will be asleep now. I don’t wanna wake 'em up and besides, your place is closer,” he adjusts his seating position to better suit his comfort by wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you into his side. “Is that okay with you, babydoll?” he asks, his voice softened with affection, and even if it wasn’t ok with you, that thick southern drawl of his would make it ok. You nod softly with a small smile on your lips, “Mhm. Yeah, that’s perfectly fine with me,” you whispered. 

Upon noticing the way you were lustfully gazing at him, he mirrors your little smile and winks, the flirty gesture making your cheeks heat up with flattery. He reaches out to place his finger on your chin, keeping you in place as he leans in slowly and closes the gap. It was a chaste peck on your lips, yet it was electrifying. The way he looked back at you, his eyes honeyed with desire and passion, sparked an arousing sensation in your core. You were turned on rather quickly. It didn’t take much and it’s all because of a simple gesture, but Joel knows how to make you feel horny in the most uncomplicated ways. 

You feel happy in his presence tonight - you always do - but more happy than you’ve ever felt before. Since you’ve been dating the man for six months now and have slept together plenty during that time, it’s abundantly clear that he’s still into you and isn’t looking for something casual. Despite the fact that he did tell you from the beginning that he’s not looking for a fling, you always take those words with a pinch of salt from guys, never fully trusting that they’re being serious to save yourself the heartbreak later down the line. You like to think that actions speak louder than words, and so far, Joel’s actions have been loud and clear on how he feels about you. 

As he turns away to look out the window and watch the sidewalk crammed with people pass by, you watch the ample glow of neon lights gliding across his face, the pretty colors highlighting his handsome features gracefully. His date night attire was pleasing to look at also. He wore a clean black fitted shirt, long sleeved but the fabric was neatly folded up his arms, and the top two buttons of his shirt were left open which generously displayed the sexy distinct veins in his neck, the cut off point of his summer tan and the hair nestled at the top of his chest. The dark blue jeans and belt really tied his outfit together though, accentuating his tall and muscular build. He looked really good, and all of the men and women who turned their heads to eye him up tonight would agree. 

Joel is older than you, not to a great extent, but you sometimes wonder if all men age like fine wine or if it’s just him. You’ve seen pictures of him in his younger days and he was good looking back then too. Having said that though, it came as quite a shock to even find him on a dating app all those months ago. Suppose you have his daughter and his brother to thank for pushing him back into the dating world otherwise your paths wouldn’t have crossed together. You wouldn’t be here right now feeling his calloused fingertips caressing your knee, his hand threatening to travel up your bare leg and disappear under your skirt at any given second. You see that little smirk on his face, the corner of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly with the filthy thought of fingering you in the backseat of a cab. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something so sexually audacious and it won’t be the last either. 

Joel’s personality is generally rather reserved and private overall. He has to connect with someone before opening up to show everything about himself; all the good, the bad, the ugly and his vulnerabilities too. It didn’t just happen overnight with you or after the first date. It took time for him to reach the level of comfortability and openness where he’s at right now, and you’re most grateful for it because he’s more than just his good looks. He’s a big softie and a gentle giant, a family man who is protective, kind and compassionate. He has many features besides his appearance that you adore so much, and while you still admire all those pretty coloured neon lights gliding across his handsome face, you think highly of everything else about the man too. Flaws and all, including the bad, the ugly and his vulnerabilities. 

Your deep train of thought comes to a halt with the cab pulling up outside your apartment block; it was situated right on the shores of Lady Bird Lake and just a five minute walk away from the Texas State Capitol. This location is divine, perfectly placed in the city where it isn’t too noisy nor too quiet, and you like that balance. You’ll miss your apartment, but Scarlett Nicholson is someone you’ll miss most of all. She is your best friend and roommate. You moved in together to split the cost of bills and help each other save up enough money to move out someday, and considering you’ve both amassed enough savings, that might be any day now. 

After beating Joel to the chance of paying the cab driver, you both climbed out the car and made your way to the main entrance, the cold night-time breeze whipping between the buildings causing your skirt to lift up and expose your underwear. He grins from ear to ear at the sight of you frantically trying to cover your ass, then stands behind you and pulls you flush against his chest whilst holding your hips firmly. “Here. Let me help with that,” he said with a burgeoning excitement, his bellowing laughter tickling your neck. “Showing all yer goods to the neighbours there, doll.” 

“Only person seeing these goods is you, Joel.” You scoff jokingly. Holding onto his hands and approaching the main doors to your apartment building, the wind was still causing your skirt to lift up, but at least now your backside was concealed by his body. “Thanks for laughing at me before stepping in to help, babe. I really appreciate that,” you giggle with a modicum of chide in your tone. 

“Of course. Anytime darlin’,” he chuckles before opening the door for you. Once you were inside and out of the cold, he didn’t let you go of you and continued to walk with his chest pinned to your back, using the close proximity to place open mouthed kisses on your neck. It was a little difficult to walk properly, but you didn’t mind all that much since the hold he had over you was intoxicating. The man sucked on your skin, leaving a pretty little bruise behind whilst humping your ass exaggeratedly, the movements making your whole body bob up and down as you walk up the stairwell. He was really grinding his hips into you and it was more of a humorous gesture rather than sexual, the sight could only be described as silly and perverted.

“Joel, there are cameras here.” You warn, then throw your head back with amusement. It didn’t matter to you that there were cameras here. You didn’t care, but you did care about the possibility of someone walking down the stairwell and seeing your boyfriend acting like a man starved of your touch. He stopped with the exaggerated movements in his hips, but continued to grind into you at a subtle and barely noticeable pace. It was nice and delicate, pleasurable. 

Upon reaching the second floor and entering the corridor, you and Joel keep the noise down as you approach your apartment. As well as the fact that there are other people here and you don’t want to disturb them, Scarlett will be in bed fast asleep for work tomorrow and you don’t want to disturb her either. She awakes in the early hours of the morning just like yourself, arriving at work sometimes as early as four o’clock. Even though she probably wouldn’t mind you accidentally making too much noise, you keep in mind that the woman needs her sleep just like everyone else does. 

After unlocking your front door quietly and slipping inside with Joel, you make your way to your kitchen while he locks up for you. The apartment was in complete total darkness and Scarlett's door was shut, which only confirmed that she was indeed fast asleep and you should keep the noise down to a minimum. While you grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge, Joel entered your bedroom and made himself at home. You found the man sitting on the edge of your bed, his socks and shoes already removed along with his shirt. He was in the middle of unfastening his belt before you kindly offered to do it for him. “Let me help with that,” you whispered. 

Moving across the room and placing the bottles of water and your phone on the bedside table, you watch the man lean back onto his hands and spread his legs apart, giving you more access as you kneel to the floor and nestle between his thighs. As you get into position for him, he looks down at you with a smile on his face, his hair slightly dishevelled as you reach out to open his belt. You feel his muscles tense in his thighs and hear the way his breath hitches, a soft grunt caught in the back of his throat. “You alright up there, stud?” You ask quietly, seduction rolling off your tongue. “You’re looking a little hot.” 

“Mmm. M-hm,” Joel hums deeply, not confirming nor denying your statement about the way he looks. He didn’t need to. You were right and he knows it. He was burning up under your touch, the placement of your hands directly over his crotch making the blood rush straight to his cock. You look up at him with doe-like eyes, a suggestive look in your expression as the position you’re sitting in gives you naughty ideas. “You know, while I’m down here,” you begin to say, but pause briefly when he smirks, “Do you want me to…” you poke your tongue into your cheek, then watch as he palms himself and groans softly, no doubt picturing you sucking him off. 

“I um-” he clears his throat, snapping out of his train of thought, “-I’d love that babydoll, but you know how I can get quite vocal when you…” he stops mid-sentence when noticing the slight disappointment in your eyes. You love to take care of Joel, and he knows how much to like it too, but he’s right. He can get really vocal when your mouth is stuffed full, gulping back as many loads as he can offer. The man just wants to be respectful of your roommate and neighbours, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want you. He leaned forward and the swiftness in his movements took your breath away. “Sit on my lap instead,” he offers an alternative, “Gotta stay quiet, don’t we girl?” he growls, his voice deep with hunger to feel your warmth wrapped around him, “I’ll bury my face into your tits. That’ll keep me quiet.” 

“Mmm Joel…” you bite your lip, stifling a moan, “Don’t tease me with a good time now, baby.”  

“No teasing, darlin’,” he shakes his head, his tone firm. “Get up here already,” he reaches out for you, his impatience evident in the way he sweeps you off the floor and pulls you onto his lap. The action makes you want to cry out a moan of his name, but you fight the urge and grip onto his biceps instead, steadying yourself as he drags your hips over his crotch deliberately. He pats your ass twice, silently telling you to lift up for him, which you do without hesitation and then feel him yanking his jeans down eagerly to free himself from the confines of his boxers. You physically hear his cock spring back and slap his lower stomach, the sound was audible and sexy, but now that he was free of his clothes, he turned his attention to your clothes. 

Taking your shirt off hastily along with your bra, you throw the clothing over your shoulder and reach for your skirt before he suddenly grabs your hands. “No, not that,” he whispers, then looks into your eyes, “Keep that on for me, doll. I like the way it looks on yer,” he says. You nod to him, panting slightly under your breath with anticipation as you stand up to remove your panties. They couldn’t have come off any quicker before you took a seat back on Joel’s lap, feeling his cock pressing into your slicked folds made you stifle a whine. 

He licked the tip of his fingers and coated his cock with his spit, holding you steady to notch himself at your entrance. “Ready, sweetheart?” He asks, and waits patiently for your answer. Joel usually spends a lot of time preparing you for the stretch, getting you ready for him with his head between your legs extracting as many orgasms as you can give, but not tonight - tonight you need him desperately.

“Yes, baby,” you breathe, nodding fervently. He eased himself inside before holding your hips with a tight grip, letting you take over and direct the pace. The breach was most enjoyable, your walls stretching open to accommodate his size as you sit down on his cock, causing the man to grunt and choke on his moans of pleasure before it inevitably became too much and he had to bury his face into your breasts.

You, on the other hand, had to bite the back of your palm, muffling all your pretty little whines and whimpers as you took him inside. His size was impressive, no matter how many times you’ve taken him before, it’s always a pleasant stretch. After you had taken him whole, still struggling to keep quiet as well as him, he was yet to pull his face away from your boobs. Joel breathed raggedly, savouring the sensation of your warmth wrapped around him and the tightness of your cunt squeezing his cock. You were soaking wet, the desire oozing out of you coating the hairs on his mound. 

He was so hot. You could feel his face burning into your chest, the sweat beginning to gather along his brow as you continued to clench around him purposely. Rocking back and forth once before coming to an abrupt stop at the sound of your bed hitting the wall, the man huffs frustratedly into chest and grabs handfuls of your ass, “Hold on,” he warns seconds before standing up with you held in his arms, the action making you gasp with pleasure. It was loud. Unintentionally loud and you instantly worried about waking up your roommate. “Hang on, darlin’. I got an idea,” he says before walking toward your bathroom. 

After carefully closing the door behind him, he moved toward the sink and sat you down on the edge, hoping the new location would muffle the noise a little better. “You good?” He asks once again before picking up where you left off. You wrap your legs around his back, pulling him into you before resting your head to his shoulder. “Yes.. God yes. Please Joel,” you beg, needing to feel him fuck you just the way you like it. He could sense that desperation in your voice and knew exactly what you were asking for. What you were really in need of.

There’s a time and a place to make love, but this isn’t that time nor the place. You want it rough, and he didn’t keep you awake any longer. Hooking his arms under your legs and locking his hands together around your back, the position bending your body to his will, he buried his chin into the nook of your neck before pulling out of your cunt, leaving only the tip inside. You braced yourself for the thrust, knowing it was going to be breath-taking.

Only it wasn’t. Instead, he damn near punched the air out of your lungs when he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion before pulling out and repeating the action. You could barely breathe and you loved it. You loved hearing his balls slapping against your ass and the deep grunts of satisfaction escaping his lips as speared into you. His voice was so broken and guttural, the sound making you mewl into his neck. 

He kept his thrust short and fast, using the hairs on his mound to stimulate your clit and bring you towards that familiar peak. It was too much, yet equally not enough at the same time. His pace was wild and untamed, as if using your pussy for his own satisfaction. You fought to stay quiet, and it was a battle that you were losing. The man quickly pulled his head back from your neck to clamp his hand over your mouth and silence your mewling cries of pleasure.

“Nnghh… much better,” he smirks, panting a praise “That’s a good fucking girl. Taking me so well, Y/N. Aren’t yer?” He asks, and you nod frantically, moaning as your cunt gushes around him. “I need yer to come for me darlin’. C’mon, you can do it.” 

Your vision begins to blur as you let go, the peak of your climax hurtling toward you so quickly that you felt light and weightless, limp in his arms. It was extreme and intense, ecstasy taking over your entire body as you felt a burst of liquid escape you, the essence of your orgasm drenching his legs.

“Fuck,” He growls, his brows knitting together tightly. “Keep soaking me, darlin’. C’mon,” he says, and continues with the punishing thrusts in and out of your cunt, drawing out every ounce of desire you could possibly give. 

The man panted and moaned victoriously, his voice resonating a heavy sense of pride to make you squirt all over him. “Oh shit, shit!” He coos pathetically, pulling out at the last second and releasing his warmth all over your pussy. You rested your head to his chest, looking down at his cock and watched him spill ropes upon ropes of his seed. It was twitching, the prominent veins along his length bulging and his balls pulling up each time he released a creamy white load. “Ohh fuuck,” he breathes and rubs the tip through your folds, smearing the mess he made. “Goddamn. That was… fuck, that was beautiful.” He lifts your head to look in your eyes, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N… Are you ok?” He asks. 

“Yeah baby,” you nod, your eyes slowly closing with exhaustion as you rest your cheek against his check. He reaches behind you and runs the tap, grabbing one of your hand towels on the rail to hold it under the water. “Give me a second. We’ll go lay down after I take care of this,” he says, bringing the wet towel between your legs to clean you off, the contact of his hand making you whine. “M’sorry, sweetheart,” he says apologetically, knowing that you're overstimulated.

After he was finished taking care of you, he wiped down his legs too and laid a couple more towels on the floor to soak up the mess before wiping it down as much as he could. He picked up the items and placed them in the laundry basket by the door, making sure the place was somewhat clean. It made you smile to watch him not only take care of you, but your apartment too.

“Thank you, handsome,” you reach out and hold his arms before moving off the countertop, the wobbly feeling in your legs making you fall into him. “Jesus. I haven’t felt like this in a little while. Walk with me babe, I don’t trust my legs right now.” You laugh bashfully, the sweet sound of your voice making the man chuckle with you.

Walking back into the bedroom with him holding you closely, he pulled the covers back on your bed and together, you climbed in. The very moment you got comfy, your phone chimed and lit up the entire room. You sighed worryingly and instantly assumed the worst. “Shit. Please say I haven’t woken you up,” you mutter under your breath, hoping that it wasn’t Scarlett texting to say that you and Joel were too noisy and now she is awake.

Grabbing your phone off the bedside cabinet and looking at the screen with a pang of guilt, you lay back into Joel’s side and show him. “Ah fuck,” he sighs with the same sense of guilt as you. It was Scarlett texting, and you unlocked your phone to read the message together. ‘Hey, gorgeous. I know it’s super late, but Jake called after you left with Joel. I’m staying at his place tonight so don’t wait up for me. Love you.’ 

Silence befell you and Joel upon reading that message. Not a single word was spoken, but the humorous little smiles on your lips as you both shook your head spoke loud and clear.

All that effort to stay quiet and she wasn’t even home to begin with.

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[ccaramel-llow]

I present to you: A request featuring Jax, Zooble, Gangle, and Caine with a musician s/o because DAMMIT it sounds adorable

Reader’s a goofy fella, real silly, they can play a BUNCH of instruments, sing well, dancing, they love it

but they can be a shut in sometimes 👉👈

seeing as Zooble does the theme song (and has to rework it when someone new shows up-) and I just get the vibes you can’t convince me that Zooble isn’t at least a little bit of music nerd /lh /j

(i am also a music nerd tbh, Thats why me and zooble are marri WOAH WHO SAID THAT)

JAX

. Honestly he'd ask you to to play an instrument over someone while their speaking because hes a little evil shit you know?

. Makes fun of you and says your music sucks when he secretly loves it when you play.

, He finds you attractive and hot if you play the guitar while screaming angst-y shit if your emo like that/j , but he bullies you for doing that as well.

, He'd ask you to teach him how to play the drums while your speaking to someone. not because hes jealous or anything, Nope. He is.

, He sucks ASS and DOG SHIT at dancing. Expect him to step on your feet if you try to dance together.

, Since you're a "shut in" He tries to get you out more but then later gives up and just comes into you're room or personal business without warning to smother you with his so called " Love language " (Which is just bothering you until you yell at him to shut the fuck up)

, Hides in your room to listen to you play, Or sits outside your room just so he can hear you play.

, Loves it when you sing, He has to fight his demons and intrusive thoughts (he wants to sing along with you to rizz you up COU-)

, Beats up and bullies anyone who says you aren't great at playing, Dancing, Etc.

" My lover IS the best musician here. Wanna repeat that you little s(*&$! ?"

ZOOBLE

, They pretend like they don't care. Like at all.

, Although, In reality they care and love your music a lot! They even ask you to teach them how to play an instrument

, Zooble would always listen and be there for you when you played, Enjoying the soft/Rough melody of a song that you were presenting for them in a private space.

, Tell's everyone to shut up when your about to play, And mask's their excitement with anger.

, Their eye's shine when you pull out an instrument and their eyes go dull whenever you weren't gonna play.

, Ask's you to play a song sometimes when their in a bad mood.

, Zooble also cannot dance for jack SHIT. Do not try to teach them how to dance. They'll go insane i swear.

, Since you're a shut in, She always asks if you're busy or not, Or if your comfortable or stressed before asking to play a song because they dont want you to get overwhelmed.

, Adores your voice, And always secretly makes sure you dont over stress your voice out.

, Compliments you when you're finished singing.

" You did great out there. Uh, Hope you dont mind teaching me how to play soon?... "

GANGLE

, She LOVES It when you play calming melodies using your preferred instrument.

, Probably asks you to play the violin as she stares at you with heart shaped eyes.

, Would go feral on Jax if he breaks your instrument on purpose and cry with you in your room trying to comfort you.

, Smothers you with a lot of compliments when you are finished playing.

, Rants about you often to show you off and because you cant get off her mind.

, She smiles brightly when you play an instrument.

, I feel like she'd be an okay dancer!! She'd ask you to dance every now and then, But if you dipped her during dancing she'd be extremely flustered and her eyes would turn into the shape of a heart.

, Likes to hum along with you while you sing. Gangle really is inlove with your voice and starts to just doze off while admiring you.

" (Name) Is the very best person i had ever met... I hope xey play more melodies soon!! I love it when they sing.... BUT YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM M-"

CAINE

, He would honestly go ' AWOOGA HOT DAMN ' all over you.

, Can play piano, Please let him duet with you.

, Stares at you with lovey dove-y goo goo eyes while playing, Admiring you as you both play, Definitely not imagining you guys making out.

, Like Gangle, He too smothers you with compliments but extreme. Like, He's peppering your face with teeth kisses if given consent.

, Since he's short, He'd love to dance with you!! He has to float if your too tall, But if your the same height, He attempts to pull the spin and dip move on you to rizz you up.

, ADORES YOUR SINGING. SING FOR HIM PLEASE.

, He always records you singing and listens to you singing in his free time while thinking about you.

, Would always try to get you to open up since your a shut in. If your always in your room, He always tries to get you out because he's afraid you would reach your breaking point and abstract. He cant lose you.

" My dearest is the absolute best at playing instruments, Dancing, And all that stuff... Oh how much i love xem.... What do you mean they aren't?"

[moon-alight]

hiyaa can i please request a mingyu fic (smut) where him and reader have been together for a while and want a baby?

Sure thing! I love Mingyu, defo one of my bias wreckers so this was once again super fun.

MINORS GET LOST!

Future baby momma- Seventeen Mingyu

Synopsis: You had spend a day babysitting your friend's child. Every time Mingyu saw you with the little fella, he wandered off deeper and deeper into his fantasy of having a family with you.

Warnings: fluffy smut, soft dom Mingyu x afab sub reader, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink,

Word Count: 524 (A bit shorter because the amount of smut people are requesting lately is insane! I'm literally a bit stuck, sorry)

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through your shared bedroom. Mingyu's face buried in the crook of your neck where he has been for the past hour.

You had just dropped off your friend's one-year-old baby back at her house before Mingyu pulled you in the car and drove the two of you home. He was talking about how pretty you'd look with a bump and how he would love to have a baby of his own.

After he had pulled you through three orgasms and himself through two, he continued, wanting to be sure that something would stick. His breathing is shaky when he pulls in and out of you like a magnet attracted to its source.

He couldn't bring himself to stop, not when you looked so pretty under him, clasping his back to keep your grip on reality as your body is being send through heaven. He couldn't stop when your sounds are so beautifully sinful to hear and all just because of him.

"You are going to be such a pretty momma. I can already see it, baby." Mingyu whispers, his dream of wanting a family coming closer the more he ruts into you. As if he can already feel the baby's heartbeat.

"M-Mingyu." Oh you are completely lost. You have been for the past 30 minutes. After orgasm two, you were as good as fucked dumb and he fucking knew it.

"Yes, baby. Imagine how hot you would look with your belly all round and those damn stretchmarks." He groans at the thought. "Can't wait to see you look all gorgeous with cute tiger stripes to accentuate your figure." He would be lying if he said it didn't sound appealing.

"Mingyu, 'm close." You mumble, feeling him impossibly reach deeper, his tip pressing your cervix every time he trusts in.

"Cum for me. Let me fill you up with my babies, does that sound good? Mh?"

"Yes, fuck--" You clench around him, your mind shutting down as black spots blind your vision momentarily. The strength of your orgasm sends you in a wave of bliss. You clench so hard, Mingyu knows he is losing his damn mind already.

He halts his movements when his hot liquid fills you for the third time tonight. All your senses return, with that also the overstimulation. Mingyu had pulled out, his eyes fixated on your entrance, watching as his cum floods out of you.

You whimper in protest when you feel his fingers collect his cum and push it back inside of you.

"Mingyu--'s too much."

"I know baby. I know." Mingyu replies, continuing to finger his cum back inside of you. "Gotta make sure nothing spills. Let's hope that does the trick, huh?" He smiles at your goofy grin. "How about we take a bath to relax, how does that sound?"

"Sounds good." You agree, only half-realizing what is happening. The other half of you is exhausted after the events of the past hour or so.

"Good, I'm gonna take care of my future baby-momma." Mingyu whispers, kissing your cheek and getting up to run the bath. "I love you."

[dharmasharks]

WIPs word search

@somanywords and @hipsterdiva tagged me to search my wips, so I picked a few words from of each of you 💙Thank you, loves!

From a Shrunkyclunks strangers-to-sex-buddies + Identity Porn (x2!) that I started writing to distract myself from the election and have continued writing to distract myself from The Everything.

Shoulder:

“I had to watch three manels today. Three.” Steve looks over his shoulder, then lowers his voice. “You what?” “A manel? An all-male panel? Usually white? Ancient? Talking just to hear themselves talk?” Steve considers today’s House Select Committee Hearing on Project Insight and shudders. “I think I had one of those too.”

Soft:

Steve looks around the hotel room while Bucky's pitched voice drifts in and out from the bathroom, I'm so movin' on, yeah, yeah. There's a pile of clothes in one corner. On the nightstand, two candy wrappers--peanut M&Ms and a Kit-Kat. A lumpy pillow in a flannel pillowcase he must've brought from home. It looks especially soft against the starchy white linens. 

Laugh:

Bucky barks a startled laugh, his stomach muscles jumping under Steve cheek. That marks the second time Steve's been laughed at tonight while naked, which probably would have been the stuff of nightmares for his 16-year-old self but right now only makes his chest feel shivery and hot. And also like kissing Bucky some more. He really does have a great laugh.

Smell:

“Would you rather,” he stretches out one leg to rest his foot in Steve’s lap, “Sleep on a pillow stuffed with garlic cloves or a pillow stuffed with onions?” “Do you ask all the fellas this stuff or are you coming up with these on the spot?” “Hey. I am a conversationalist. As we’ve established.” Steve sets down his fork in favor of kneading at Bucky’s calf. “Yes,” he says loyally. “An excellent conversationalist.”  Bucky nudges Steve’s ribs with his toes. “Answer it.” “Hm. Onions.” Steve smiles to himself. “My mom, she worked most nights, but if I could smell her cooking Stobhach from halfway up the stairs, then I knew she was home.”

No pressure tags for @bromcommie, @aimmyarrowshigh @moodymelanist and @xoxobuckybarnes to search for: Heat, Drink, Look, and Dance.

[odetodilfs]

I was wondering if you could do a fan fic where joel and tommy are traveling but it takes place 20 years before they meet Ellie and they meet someone along the way. they don’t trust him at first but joel starts catching feelings. you could make it smut or fluff it doesn’t really matter based on your previous pieces of work you seem to be a good writer

Please and thank you

Let myself loose

I loved this request so much!! It was super cute to write and overall just amazing, far better than my usual smut. Lots of fluff too!!

Pairing: bottom Joel Miller x top m!reader Warnings: Breeding, mentions of crying, implied homophobia, soft Joel deserves his own warning.

Joel had always lived with his attraction to men, he knew it, he acknowledged it, he just never told anyone, Texas wasn’t a good place to be queer, so he just pushed down his attraction to men and tried to focus on raising his daughter Sarah instead. It worked out alright for him, he was happy with her. That all changed one day though. After Sarah’s death which he mourned greatly, he and Tommy traveled across the US. Their travels made them closer as brothers and it helped Joel not be as stuck on Sarah’s death. They traveled the country and eventually got used to living in a world where rations were the norm and where vines growing on buildings was nothing out of the ordinary.

You on the other hand had no family and lived in New York, when the pandemic hit, you embraced your identity as a queer man and eventually when New York became deserted, you realized surviving winter there was not going to be easy, so you went further south towards milder climates. You had walked for days and you were exhausted, a clicker had messed up your car engine while you slept so you couldn’t use your car, there, you met Joel and Tommy, “Hey- guys-” you said tiredly, Joel instantly held up a weapon, “Hey, hey, calm down” Tommy said, grabbing the knife in his hand, “Let him talk” “Well, I’ve walked for days, and I’m super hungry…” you said, “and I’m alone” you said, trying to convince them to take them with you, “Do we trust him?” Joel asked, still worried that you might mean harm,” “He’s limping, Joel” Tommy replied almost sassily, “let’s help him” he said, helping you walk.

Joel had eyed you more now and something in him started to tell him, “Help that man walk, don’t let your brother do it” the voices in his head got louder as Tommy got closer to you, “No worries, Tommy, I’ll do this” he said, grabbing your arms and holding you up, “This good?” he asked, he couldn’t help but smile a tiny bit, “Yes, thank you, you have no idea..” you thanked them.

One thing you noticed about these two men was how incredibly good looking they were, but the Joel guy… he was incredible, that mustache, the brown eyes and the way he probably just wanted someone to hold him, he also smelt good, which was another plus for him, you learned the two men were brothers and also learnt Joel had recently suffered from his daughter Sarah’s death. 

“Oh- oh shit man I’m so sorry” you said, patting him on the shoulder, Joel was trying hard to not sob, “Hey, it’s alright to cry” you reassured him, but he just blamed it on the ashes in the fire in front of you, “He’s like that” Tommy stepped in, but he’s a nice fella, anyway, where are you from? We come from Texas,” “New York” you said, “Nice, nice” Tommy kept talking, you could tell Joel was zoned out, probably still mourning Sarah. Joel was also paying attention to every word you were saying, you had caught him and he didn’t know why, but he was just so interested in everything you had to say.

However, the two brothers still distrusted you and it was clear enough, you sometimes caught them talking to each other and acting like they weren’t as soon as they saw you. But Joel started to like you more, eventually fully trusting you more. He noticed himself looking at you for longer than he should have, Tommy sometimes telling him what was the matter with him and why he was zoning out so often, Joel was starting to have to face the reality that he had caught feelings for you.

Your feelings for Joel also continued to grow, you had managed to see another side of him, you went to sleep every night, imagining what those sweet, full looking lips tasted like, holding Joel as physically close as possible, things like those were what made you smile, you had tried to be extra flirty with him, but he just didn’t catch onto your flirting. Tommy decided to part ways and started to live in a city, it was clearly hard for Joel who wanted to keep traveling, but Tommy was tired of walking around, he wanted to settle down, have his own kids. Luckily, you were there for Joel, and he realized he had no choice but to trust you blindly, you and him became like best friends to each other, you were the only thing you both had, which just strengthened your feelings for each other even more. The tension between you two could be cut with a knife, if someone had been with you they definitely would’ve just asked you to kiss already. One night, it was super cold, like your bones start aching kind of cold, and when you were sleeping in a house with no windows, the cold had no trouble getting in, you got to thinking and realized the only way for you to sleep would be to cuddle with Joel, and upon further notice, it was a chance to cuddle him as well, “Joel, I’m fucking cold” you complained, following your plan, you looked at him, he started removing his jacket, he was always so selfless, just one element of the endless list of things you liked about him, “No, you fucking silly, we should… sleep close to each other” you cut yourself off right before saying cuddling, “No, take my jacket” Joel protested, he loved the idea of cuddling you, but he was too nervous, he didn’t have enough confidence, “For fuck’s sake Joel, I said no” you complained, going closer to him, Joel felt himself getting weak as you approached.

You snuggled in close to him, Joel immediately tensed up at the feel of your body warming him up, you turned around so you could see his face, your lips were mere centimeters from each other, “Joel-” you started saying, “Thanks for doing this to keep us warm” he said, still tense, trying to change the topic

“Joel, I know you want to kiss me” you continued, Joel hadn’t done a very good job at keeping his feelings for you hidden… he didn’t reply, he started to panic, you realized you had to make the first move, so you grabbed his head and kissed his lips firmly but sweetly. His lips were amazing, the way your tongues were against each other, the way he tasted, the soft, faint whimpers he let out as he finally gave into the pleasure he’d wanted to feel for so many months. When you pulled apart, Joel still had his eyes closed, he gradually opened them, “I-” he started 

“Joel, it’s alright, I’ve wanted it for months too, you’re the most beautiful man I’ve seen” you confessed as you ran your hand along his cheek, there was a tear rolling down his face, “And I mean it, you could say I love you, the way you get dimples everytime you smile, the way you laugh, the way your face looks so cute when you zone out,” you said, then, he said what you’d dreamed that he’d say one day, “I love you too,” he confessed as he held you, “I’m just so damn afraid of losing you, or maybe I wanted to give this  Sarah business some time, but I’ve loved you ever since I helped you walk when we met” he confessed, his eyes glowing with happy tears, “Now… cuddling sounds good, but don’t you think we can warm ourselves up doing something more… active?” he said, flirting as he stroked your inner thigh, you hadn’t pictured him as the type to flirt, but your dick was getting hard at his words…

“Joel-” you moaned, “I’ve wanted to do this for so, so, fucking long,” he breathed out, “Then do it” he didn’t quite know what to do, it was his first time with a man, but his legs naturally spread for you, you looked at him, you didn’t really mind who was a top and who bottomed, but the way Joel’s legs spread out for you gave you a view of his ass, you wanted to fuck him, be inside him, “It’s my first time with a man-” he moaned, “It’s alright Joel, but we don’t have lube, you’re gonna have to suck me first so I’m lubed enough for you to take me” “Sure, darling” he said, moving down your body and taking out your cock, the cold air hit it but immediately went into Joel’s warm, waiting mouth. Joel sucked your dick and it was the first time he’d sucked a cock, but he was surprisingly good at it and kept trying to swallow your cock, you were shaking in pleasure, his mouth felt amazing, your dick was twitching in his throat. He was extremely eager, you could tell he was trying to lube you up as fast as possible, he was taking your cock so well down his throat, but you felt your orgasm getting close, “F-fuck- Joel, if you don’t stop I’m gonna-” you whimpered, he immediately took your cock out of his mouth, “Are you lubed up now?” he asked so prettily, your dick glistening with his spit, “We could try” you said, taking some of the slick on your dick and putting it on your fingers, then pulled Joel’s pants down, his hole was exposed to you. You started putting your fingers inside him to loosen up, he just moaned and begged for more, being as loud as he wanted to, he was confident no one was around, when you had two fingers buried in his ass, you finally found his prostate, he yelped in pleasure and threw his head back, “Is that good, Joel?” you asked sweetly, “Y-yes- m-more- again-” he whimpered, “As you say, my love” you went back to fingering him, then pushing a third finger in, there was a lack of lube, so you had to be extra gentle with him, but you managed.

As you started to go inside him, he whimpered, you held his hand, “Shh my love, I’m right here” you reassured him,

“This isn’t a one time thing, tell me it’s not a one time thing please” he begged, totally seriously, “it won’t be” you kissed him, “I love you, Joel” you whispered, your dick kept going further inside him, “Oh fuck-” Joel moaned as tears came out of his eyes from happiness and pleasure, “Shhh, it’s alright, you’re taking me well my dear, so well…” you reassured him, your cock brushed past his prostate and he breathed in sharply. His ass felt so warm around your dick, and the way he clenched slightly was giving just the right amount of pressure on your dick.

You moaned as you started thrusting into him, Joel’s eyes shut tight in pleasure, your dick getting closer to orgasm with each thrust, “Please-” he begged, having no idea what he was begging for, all he knew, was that he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life, “What do you want, my sweet Joel?” you asked him, “Ngh-” Joel moaned, he started looking you in the eye, his eyes were wide open just like his mouth, he started breathing hard and Joel came a lot, he was having the best orgasm of his life as you continued fucking into him, the way he clenched around your cock so tightly made you scream in pleasure as well and cum inside him, making him yours. 

You pulled out, “Did you like that?” you asked, smiling

“I loved it” he said, cuddling you and putting his clothes back on, “Better now? Not cold?” he chuckled “No” you said as you laid your head on his chest, “Were you serious?” he asked, “When you said you loved me?” “I was, I’ve loved you for long enough, I couldn’t repress it anymore” you confessed, “But… what if I’m not enough for you?” Joel started, “You are enough for me, Joel,” you said as you brought him in for a soft, sweet kiss on the lips, “you’re everything I’ve ever wanted, a man to love, as we cuddle after sex, but maybe not in a post apocalyptic world, but I’m happy for once, and it’s because of you” you said, “I love you” he simply said and held you to him as he sobbed into your shoulder, “I don’t want to lose you” he said, worried for you, “You won’t, we’ll travel the country together, proudly holding hands, cause no one will be there to call us names, we’ll be free” you held his hand, “We will be” Joel said as he started to fall asleep, “Goodnight, babe” he said, “Goodnight my love, sleep well” you said, now both of you warm.

[jxtina-86]

Temporary Escape - Part 3

A/N: I've added Part 1 and 2 to my fanfic links here. As always, this was written far too long ago - Mox is Dean for that reason. Blah blah blah.

Itatics = flashbacks.

Let's do this.

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

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The bed is empty when I finally stir. I stretch out, my body warm and sated from the previous night. I listen carefully and hear the soft clatter of pans coming from the kitchen at the far end of the apartment. I sit, rubbing my eyes and then stretching. Casting a look around the room, I can only see my bra on the floor.

I lean back against the pillows and the smell of Seth wraps around me. I close my eyes and I can see him across the bar laughing as he raises his beer, my eyes unable to tear away as I watch his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows. In the cab, his arm sneaking around my shoulders, pulling me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead before I turned my face up to his and we barely came up for air until the driver coughed loudly. In his apartment, sat on the couch watching him make coffee that we never touched. Still on the couch, Seth hovering over me for a split second before he kissed me and his fingers plucked at my shirt, my jeans, letting him remove each item and relishing in how he seems to know my body despite this being the first time he’s ever touched me in this way.

My thighs tense at the memory of his hands easing them apart, his mouth on my stomach at first, then between my legs. Said memories are still occupying my mind as I get out of bed and see his shirt lying there invitingly. I tug it on and it comes to just below my ass. I give myself a cursory once-over in the mirror, clawing at my dark hair to make it do something. anything and then deciding to just go with the natural just-fucked look.

Out of the bedroom, I can hear the murmur of the TV, a low laugh erupting and then the louder sound of a pan hissing and the smell of eggs hits my nostrils. I make my way towards the sounds, rounding the corner of the short hallway into the open plan living and kitchen space.

“Seth?” I call out and then stop as I feel a presence to my left. Glancing over I feel myself redden. Two guys are sat on the couch, staring back at me with matching smirks.

“You must be Maddy,” says the bigger of the two, his dark hair pulled back into a low knot.

I nod. “And you are?”

“Roman.”

“Dean,” says the other, fair with dirty blonde hair. “Seth,” he calls out. “Kinda rude for you to leave your girl in bed on her lonesome.”

Seth emerges from the kitchen area just out sight. “What is rude is you two turning up unannounced,” he scowls at the couch but when he turns to me he smiles warmly. “I was just about to come and check on you. Sorry about these two.”

“It’s cool, look I’ll go,” I gesture in the direction of the door and then lower my voice. “It’s just er… I’m kinda missing my clothes.”

He grins sheepishly at my current attire and then looks around the room. “Fellas, you happen to move anything from the couch when you took up residence?”

Roman nods towards the floor by his feet and I see my jeans in pile and pray my underwear is somewhere within. I’m about to move to collect them, when Seth catches hold of my wrist.

“Don’t leave. These two dumbasses can leave instead.”

“We just got here,” Dean whines.

“Honestly, it’s cool,” I say to Seth.

“It’s not cool, it ain’t my style,” he replies, his fingers slipping through mine. “I was kinda hoping we could hang out a bit more today.” He looks at me, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Here’s an idea,” Dean pipes up again. “How about Maddy goes and puts some more clothes on so that she’s not risking indecent exposure, Seth cooks us all breakfast and we,” he gestures to Roman. “We give Maddy the real deal on our guy here.”

Seth scowls, but I cock my head to the side. “I mean, I get to see more of you, food and get some shit on you… Sounds pretty perfect to me.”

“I like her,” Roman laughs as he stands to scoop up my jeans and hand them over to me. Seth already has a fair advantage height-wise on me but Roman is a few inches taller and accompanied with his breadth, it’s intimidating to say the least. But my mind quickly moves onto more important matters because as Roman moves, I spy a sliver of pink peeking from just under the couch cushion. I wonder for a split second if I can grab them without anyone realising, but I’m not exactly stealth and anyway, it’s too late for any other ideas; Roman turns back to the couch and pauses for a second.

“You wanna do the honours?” he asks as he looks back over his shoulder at my reddening face.

“Yeah,” I mutter as I brush past him, crouching to salvage as much of my modesty as possible and tug my underwear free. “I’ll er…” I gesture back in the direction of the bedroom and hastily retreat.

I lean against the closed door and shut my eyes, my face still burning. I am not easily embarrassed but I defy any girl stood in the guy she’s just fucked t-shirt and nothing else, meeting his friends, correction, co-workers and having to fish her underwear out from the couch where said guy she’s just fucked stripped her off and went down on her for the first time, not to feel absolutely mortified.

I hear a laugh echo down the hall and groan inwardly at the thought of going back out there for round two. I debate just pulling on my clothes and making an Irish exit but just as I pull away from the door, there’s a soft knock.

“Maddy?” Seth pushes the door open slowly. “I just wanted to apologise.”

I wave him away, fighting to keep up the appearance of being that cool girl who is always just getting into these hilariously humiliating situations.

“I should have moved your clothes back in here when I got up, but they turned up before I had the chance and…” He trails off. “Shit excuse really.”

“Seth, it’s fine. What happened can’t be changed. Just lesson learnt I guess. Keep all removal of clothing to the bedroom.” Underwear firmly back in its rightful place, I pull up my jeans. I’m just about to pull the tshirt off when I feel his arms circle me.

“Aw but where’s the fun in that?” he murmurs against my ear, his fingers scooping back my hair so his lips can press light kisses on my neck.

“Seth…”

“What?” He turns me in his arms, his eyes wide again, turning on the charm that got me into this situation in the first place. “They’ll be gone the minute their plates are cleared. Trust me. I think they’re only buddies with me because I feed them anyway. And then we’ll be alone…” He cocks an eyebrow.

“I…”

“I can make it up to you.”

I chew my lip. “Yeah? How?”

He grins and leans closer, his teeth nipping at my earlobe as he tells me exactly how.

---

Present Day

“Same again?” Seth stands, pointing at my almost empty glass. I hesitate for a second and then look up and nod. “Gin and tonic, right?”

“Right.”

Dean and Roman grunt in agreement at another beer each and a silence falls over us as Seth heads towards the bar. A silence that seems to carry on for a beat or two too long. I reach for my glass, fiddling with the straw for a second before slowly sipping the last dregs of my drink as I wrack my brain for other avenues of small talk to venture down. Anything to avoid the elephant in the room.

“I'm surprised this hasn't happened sooner," Dean breaks the silence.

"I guess," I shrug. It's true. But what's also true is that I remember the various hotel chains that were frequently used by their employer and actively avoid them as best I can.

"And then us three are meeting up for old times and guess who we bump into."

I look up sharply, my heart pounding. Dean at least has the good grace to look embarrassed.

"Shit. I didn't mean…"

"Well done," Roman rolls his eyes at his friend.

"Excuse me for trying to break the awkward silence." Dean shoots back. "Sorry," He says to me. "Genuinely didn't mean anything by it."

"I know, it's fine," I reassure but inside I'm anything but. I look over to the bar but Seth had clearly ordered the drinks and then disappeared out to take a call or head to the bathroom.

"I swear, it's never been talked about until now," Roman tells me.

"Although," Dean starts to say and then stops abruptly.

I see Roman shoot him a look of warning and despite my better judgement, I take the risk. "Although what?"

Dean glances over at the bar and comes to the same conclusion as me. Turning to me, he scrapes a hand over his face, but as he's about to open his mouth, Roman groans in despair. “Just ‘cause you’re all loved up, doesn’t make you an expert on whatever shit went down between Maddy and Seth.”

“No shit went down,” I clarify hastily. “We just…” The words hang in the air. I know what happened. I just stopped being available. “Nothing was said.”

“Exactly,” Dean says. “You both said nothing, did nothing and what happened? You both called it quits without ever saying a word about anything to each other.”

“It wasn’t that serious. It never was between us.”

Roman scoffs. “Uh-huh. Y’all together for two years and it wasn’t serious. You and him are as bad as each other.”

"It wasn't," I insist. "We hung out when we could, it was casual. What happened was because we were just that, casual, easy breezy."

"Bullshit," Dean mutters.

"It ran its course, that's all," I say firmly. "His schedule ramped up, my dad started to deteriorate… We both had other priorities. Anyway, why are you even bringing this up? It was almost 10 years ago, it’s water under the bridge.”

Roman raises an eyebrow. "Right. All under the bridge yeah?"

"It is."

He shakes his head with a laugh. "Fine. Believe what you want but if it is all water under the bridge, why did Seth want to throw fists on your behalf? Why did you look like a deer in headlights when this idiot put his foot in his mouth? And why did you and Seth give each other a look when you realised you both were single?"

"There was no look," I mutter.

"Whatever. All we're suggesting is that clearly you never talked so maybe you both should. Talk about what happened and the whys and the hows and all the shit in between. And then you either truly call it quits or…” he drifts off as Seth re-enters the room and heads to the bar to collect our drinks.

“Or what?” I murmur. Seth is still out of earshot. But only just.

“I think you know,” is the reply.

I’m sure I do. But even after all these years, I can’t see how there is a way back from the line that was crossed.

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It’s hard to determine what the catalyst was. That’s a lie - there was a clear catalyst but that was the ignition that lit the spark that had lingered for a while.

Shortly after Seth and I first met, he was called up to the main roster, along with Dean and Roman. With that came an intense travel schedule that only brought him back into town every few weeks, if that. We were casual - he’d call when he was heading back and we’d meet up for a beer, maybe dinner and inevitably end up back at his place or mine. And despite the fact that we both referred to it as casual, slowly but surely, the weeks apart started to fill up with texts and then calls. Without realising it we suddenly couldn’t go 24 hours without some sort of conversation.

Then one day, he invited me to come on the road - just for a short stretch between a taping and a handful of live shows before heading back to Florida. To this day, I have no idea if he’d run the idea past the other two, but they both graciously accepted me into the fold and seemed happy enough that there was an extra person to split the driving with and never complained when I showed up again for another stretch a month later. Or the month after that. Soon I was making regular guest appearances on the schedule.

We lived in close quarters - regardless of how big a car, it still felt small with three larger-than-average guys filling it out. Hotel rooms were shared to keep costs down and evenly split between who had to share and who got a hotel room to themselves each night. Dean and Roman would make a show of eye-rolling and joke about needing extra earplugs whenever they were stuck with me and Seth.

It was fun. And I enjoyed their company. There were plenty of times when I drove and chatted shit with Dean whilst the other two dozed in the back, or when Roman would be the one up front and we’d be remembering holidays as kids with our respective families in various parts of Florida. And then there were also times when I’d wake up in the backseat and find my feet propped up on someone’s lap or if we’d been done dirty by the car hire, slumped against a thick shoulder that only had a 1 in 3 chance of belonging to Seth.

The downside to all of this was getting attached. Too attached.

“I’ll miss you,” I murmur, not for the first time.

He glances up from packing and gives me a soft smile. “I know. I’ll miss you too.”

I pluck at the bedcovers. It’s late morning but I’m refusing to move. The bed is still warm from our earlier antics, the sheets still smell of him, all him. I flop back onto the pillows and watch him move about the bedroom, grabbing clothes from the clean pile, retrieving socks from the dresser.

“But you’re coming out next week,” he reminds me. “We’re looking forward to having someone else to share the driving with.”

“Oh I see how this works,” I grumble with a smile. “Is that all I’m worth to you three?”

He grins. “We’ll pay you back.”

“Oh really?” I cock an eyebrow.

“Well,” his grin turns to a smirk. “I will anyway.”

I giggle as he heads into the closet to dig out a baseball cap or three. There’s the familiar rustling and then something lands in my lap. I look down curiously. “What the...”

“Dean picked them up last week. What do you think?”

I eye up the mask, taking in the black and white teeth that growl up at me. “Where exactly did he pick them up?”

“I thought it was best not to ask...” he chuckles as he heads back to the suitcase with a bundle of shirts. “They’re kinda cool though.”

I pick up the mask for a closer look. “I guess. Kinda creepy though. You guys are intimidating enough with all black gear.”

“Intimidating, huh?” he raises an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes. “For those who only see you on-screen. I am fully aware what big softies you all really are.”

“I would pay good money to see you say that to Dean.”

“I’ll ruffle his hair at the same time for good measure,” I laugh, fumbling with the clasp at the back of the mask. Loosening it just enough, I slip it over my face and adjust it around my jaw and nose.

His eyes flicker up and he chuckles. “I’ve never seen someone look so adorable in a skull mask.” I scowl and his laughter increases. “You look like an angry puppy.”

I tug the mask from my head. “Fine, Mr Intimidating. Show me how it’s done.”

He takes the mask from me with a smirk. “My pleasure.”

I watch as he adjusts the clasp before pushing his hair back behind his ears. Slowly, he eases the mask into position and I’m almost un-nerved by the spark that flares in the pit of my stomach. He stares down at me, his expression completely altered by the fanged teeth. His eyes are unblinking, turning dark as he holds my gaze. He takes a step towards the bed, his biceps twitching as he flexes and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine or the way I automatically bite my lip, my thighs tensing under the sheets. His eyes flicker down and when he looks back up, I can almost see the knowing smirk that’s forming beneath the mask.

He’s at the edge of the bed, towering over me. His hair is still slightly damp from his shower and a few strands hang loose, framing his eyes and the fanged mask. He cocks his head to one side before he rests a knee on the bed, the mattress giving way under the added weight. My legs instinctively widen and he raises an eyebrow in response before he lowers himself further and starts to crawl up and over me. My hands reach for him, but he’s too quick and he captures them with ease. He pushes my arms above my head as he holds my gaze and the sheets slip as my body is stretched, my bare breasts rising to press against his chest.

His face nuzzles against my neck and my cheek, the material of the mask scratching my skin but doing little to hide the heaviness of his breath and the murmur of sweet nothings as his hips grind slowly and steadily against me. A moan escapes me and I feel him shift above me, one hand gripping both my wrists as the other moves elsewhere. There’s a soft snap and then his mouth, hot and firm, is on mine, his fingers brushing over my cheek, down my throat until his hand cups my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple.

Somewhere, a phone rings. It takes both of us a few seconds to realise it’s the phone next to the bed. His phone to be exact. He growls against my mouth at the interruption but doesn’t move off me as he reaches for the phone.

“Yeah?”

I can hear the muffled voice of Dean asking if he’s left yet.

“Just gotta deal with something first,” he replies, raising an eyebrow at me. I giggle, biting my lip as his hips grind once again and I can feel the heat of his dick through his sweatpants and the sheets.

A knowing chuckle echoes down the line accompanied by a quip that I don’t quite catch. Whatever was said is ignored.

“I’ll be there in an hour.” He hangs up, the phone sliding to the floor as he leans down and re-captures my lips for a second before he trails down my neck, my breasts and finally settles between my thighs.

A week later I flew out to meet them for another trip on the road.

A week after that, everything was fucked.

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The next update will be long. 10k words long to be exact. Thoughts on whether that's too much? Happy to split it if that would make it easier..

[marsbar17]

Fuse definitely knew that Mirage was bicurious once he saw him. You can't tell me Fuse isn't the type of guy to flirt with his male friends just to watch them panic like- (nsfw) (yes my first post on this blog is a rare pair nsfw post-)

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• Fuse making comments on Mirage's appearance that he works so hard for, and Mirage is so soft for it.

• "You shaved, eh? You sexy bugger, do it like that more often and I won't be able to resist ya."

• "Your hair looks different today, Elliot."

"Ran out of hair gel, I'm just going to get more right now."

"Come drink with me instead, yeah? I wanna see you like this just a little longer.~"

• Touches that last just long enough, it starts to make Mirage question the others' intentions.

• Taps on Mirage's shoulders to signal directions, but Fuse doesn't take his hand away after. He just rests there, a silent reminder that Fuse is so fucking close behind him.

• An arm around Mirage's waist when they're out together. He shivers as Fuse's thumb gently rubs along his hip bone, and Fuse whispers in his ear about smth related to how bad the drinks are in this joint.

• And Mirage is absolutely ruined by all of it. He's nervous and shaky, and his face hasn't stopped flushing. He wants it so bad.

• Mirage starts getting more and more sexually frustrated from Fuse's advances, flashes of mustaches and metal arms in his mind while he's relieving himself.

• Obviously Fuse notices, and he's so fucking smug about it.

• "What's got you all pissy, mate? Almost got yerself killed this match."

"Just... frustrated."

"Ahhh, I see. Ole' Fusey understands. Who's the lucky fella that's got you all blue-balled?"

• It takes everything in Mirage to restrain himself from just saying, "You."

• Fuse just keeps on teasing though, taking it alllllll the way.

• "Well if this mystery person ain't fixin' your problem anytime soon, I can offer a hand with relieving your stress."

• Mirage is so taken aback, and then he realizes this was Fuse's plan all along.

• Mirage finally gets what he's been wanting, and as Fuse's hand wraps around his length all his pent up feelings come tumbling out of his mouth in one big undecipherable mess.

• "You- I hate y- you~ Making me so- hah~ Fuck... please~ Mm your stupid face~ Stupid h- hands... Fuck 'm close- Walter~"

• And this whole time, all the other legends are like "god dammit just bone already"

[savvyblunders]

Stucky in the Middle With You

Tony woke to the feeling of soft fingers lightly skimming over his chest, briefly covering the arc reactor. He blinked his heavy eyes open. The pale blue light, only slightly dimmed by his thin white t-shirt, lit the bedroom with a soft, soothing glow.

He trapped the large hand under his own, giving it a warm squeeze. "You're here in the tower, in bed, with me and Steve."

"I know," Bucky returned in an equally soft voice, "Not having a flashback, doll."

Despite their low pitched tones, on the other side of Bucky, Steve stirred. One muscled arm, resting over Bucky's waist, turned into a caress that swept up Bucky's stomach and chest. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'," Bucky exhaled on a soft laugh. "You two stop mother henning me. I'm fine."

"Uhn-uhn," Tony denied, putting his fingers over Bucky's sinfully beautiful lips. He blinked sleepily, "In this house we don't--"

"--use the F-word," Steve and Bucky finished in unison.

Tony grinned, "Alright, yes, I know, I may be over-thinking this, big surprise. But seriously Bucky-bear, are you okay? Usually when you wake up in the middle of the night you're fighting demons."

"Tony's right, honey," Steve murmured, pressing a kiss behind Bucky's ear. Tony smiled at the way Bucky's eyes closed and his head tilted. He'd never get tired of watching his two handsome boyfriends together. "You sure everything's okay?"

"I wasn't having a nightmare or anything. I had to pee and for just a second when I woke up I couldn't remember where I was. When I was," Bucky turned his head so Steve could place a sweet kiss on his lips, "but then I felt your arms around me, saw Tony sleepin' all beautiful in the glow of the reactor...I remembered real quick. So then," his voice dropped almost shyly, "I remembered. I remembered everything between us, and how much I love you both. I was just laying here thinking how lucky I am."

"We're the lucky ones, baby," Tony murmured, raising Bucky's fingers to his lips for a tender kiss. "I'm glad sleeping between us seems to be helping with anchoring you in the present."

"Helps so much, doll," Bucky said hoarsely. He drew Tony closer and laid a soft kiss on his lips, rubbing his nose softly against Tony's, bringing a smile to his lips. "'m lucky to have you both."

"We're the lucky ones," Steve said, sounding emotional. He smoothed Bucky's tangled hair, pressed a kiss to his shoulder, meeting Tony's eyes with a smile. "I'm the lucky one."

"I think I can definitely say that I'm the lucky one in this relationship," Tony teased, and "I'm a genius so you can both save your arguments."

"Who me? Argue?" Steve sounded innocent as a choir boy but Tony and Bucky both laughed. "Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, ya mugs." He kissed Bucky's head, then stretched. "Now I gotta pee."

"I could stand to go," Tony agreed, sitting up.

"I never went," admitted Bucky, stretching a little in the open space between them. "I was too comfortable in your arms." He suddenly vaulted over Tony, who squawked, "Beat ya to it, Rogers!"

"Not if I get there first, ya punk!" Steve rolled quickly out of bed, jerking the last of the covers from Tony as he raced after Bucky.

Tony flopped back in bed, grinning. Damn super soldiers and their super bladders would be peeing for at least a minute straight. Looks like he'd have to wait on them. That was fine, he'd wait forever for his fellas. Here in this bed where they shut out the rest of the world.

Thank you to @cumberbatchedandgatissmitten who reminded me last night that I don't have to write a novel and I am not under any obligation to finish my WIPs. Writing (and finishing!) this wee bit of a thing was cathartic.

[cryptidofthekeys]

Ah

Well guess that gives me the incentive FHGDJKFJDK- so yeah I had a ‘lucid’ dream with the big man himself, the big fucking bastard-

Trigger Warning: A SLIGHT bit of gore

but uh yeah again, very iffy with the lucid term on this but uh- I’ll try to describe it the best way I can? Also gonna get a read more bc it’ll be a bit lengthy

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So uh, to start off with I was in Boys n Grills- like near the back section of it essentially- I remember I was about to head out a doorway into the main like DINER area n shit- but before I could- Bob comes through the doorway and to give a better picture of this, it was v e r y much- like a irl kinda thing? like he didn’t look realistic, he still looked- like- uh...

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2D? i-is that what ya call it? jhfkdldj either way, it was all the spooky month style essentially but I was like fully in it, looking around as myself cause usually my dreams have a camera pov- no this was all me looking around so first thing to note, we all know hes a big fella right? Yeah uh lemme just say, to say hes a big guy is kinda an under statement to me now

...His hand was probably bigger than my entire fucking face ngl

but either way- my point is-

This man is fucking HUGE, im a big person, not in height- oh god no lmao im 5′5″ but im a fat dude,, this man dwarfed me not only in height but weight too jfvdfksdds but he was taller than the fucking doorframe, he literally had to somewhat lean down to come through, it was like looking up at a skyscraper

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...okay m-maybe that is a LITTLE bit of an over-exaggeration but my point is, man was fucking h u g e and dwarfed my ass in more ways than one- oh i forgot to mention hjfdkjdks he WAS in his devil costume- ya know, signature red turtleneck, face paint, horns, etc-

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I can’t remember if he spoke or not, tbh i was,, actually pretty fucking terrified i remember that- he was grinning also like usual- he started advancing toward me and i just kinda,, started backing away- neither of us spoke or said anything- but eventually my back kinda hit a wall

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and fucking hell he’s not only a huge dude he’s strong as HELL,, picked me up with one hand like I weighed NOTHING and slung me over his shoulder, I remember fighting, hitting at him, etc but i can’t remember if i said or anything or screamed or cried i feel like i might’ve??? but that detail’s blurry-

anywho-

oh yeah btw THE O N E AND O N L Y redeeming pro of this entire thing was that he was actually really soft and warm but other than that, he fucking reeked- he smelled of blood and death and i mean given he’s a cannibal ...fair enough-

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He started carrying me to the back fuckin dead by daylight style- carrying me to the room with the meat hanging up (it smelled like raw meat obviously ...eugh the smelling part and the feeling parts were the most HORRENDOUS btw) and that’s when I realized something...

...He’s carrying me to a hook

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I remember fighting even harder but that did nothin to this fuckin- slasher mfer- so i got carried to a hook and put up on it- like- it was on the right side of my back- before it could possibly get any worse though i shot up in my bed, grabbing at my back- bc keep in mind y’all, I could see, feel, smell, and hear things

meaning i could feel the EXTREME pain that was going through my back

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after waking up and scanning my room in a fucking panic i realized ...oh,, just a dream, there wasnt a hole in my back either but ...it did still kinda get MUCH LESS bad pain but still phantom pain throughout the day

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So in conclusion, I can tell y’all, meeting Bob in my ‘lucid’ dream if you can call it that-- was... While I am excited bout it now a day later hjfdkjdska bc holy fucking shit my first dream like tHAT- where i could feel, hear, etc things ya know? ...But man that shit hurted-

....Overall, 0/10 would not recommend meeting him tbh- It was incredibly terrifying to see him like I would see a person in an irl situation- meaning THAT close to me-

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oh also i did also write this in my first story with him so i guess y/n’s friend is giving me karma apparently via ‘lucid’ dream? lmao i mean i guess deserved

[scarlet--wiccan]

Caretaker explicitly loved Agatha. Have yet to see anything that truly confirms the feelings were reciprocated beyond “living together for centuries and raising a child together” which definitely implies a relationship.

Also getting mad crush vibes from illyana towards Wanda which is funny given their contentious 616 relationship

Fellas is it gay to form a centuries-long partnership with a fellow immortal, living together and raising a child in a secret fortress hidden away from the rest of the world, and dedicating your lives to defending reality against unspeakable evils? Is it a lil bit gay to grow old together, training and sheltering a new generation of heroes to take up your mantle? Is it a wee bit homosexual to build a shrine to your domestic life partner when she passes away from a tragic accident, to hear your own voice break and feel your soft, tender self slip through your tough exterior every time you speak her name?

I think so, Sara!!!!

Anyways, yeah, I love how much Yana and Nico care about Wanda. I feel like really everyone in this cast does-- w/ the exception of Caretaker, perhaps understandably-- and it's really nice to see. You know, usually in these Darkhold/Chthon/chaos magic storylines, there are a lot of characters who view Wanda as a problem that needs to be solved, usually by death. The Midnight Suns view her as a friend who needs to be saved, and they all genuinely like her. That's a refreshing change of pace after 15 years of X-Men comics that convinced readers to hate Wanda unfairly and blame her for something that, even in House of M, she was barely responsible for.