#plus you'd get to fuck in a bed rather than ON THE STEPS OF THEIR FATHER'S MAUSOLEUM

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The trouble with these romance shows is that I'm enough of a romantic to swoon over the pretty dresses and longing stares and grand gestures, but enough of a pragmatist that I'm almost always rooting against the central pairing. They're always passionate, sure, but godawful at communicating and often deeply incompatible on a basic level -- think, one wants kids and the other doesn't. Good chemistry doesn't make up for wanting different things out of life. Sometimes opposites can attract, but that works when each part is longing for what the other brings to the table, not when they're consistently frustrated by it.

My basic test for a good fictional couple is whether I can imagine them enjoying each other's company while doing something incredibly mundane in ten years. Say, what do they talk about over the breakfast table on a completely random, unremarkable Tuesday morning? Do they like each other's friends? Do they know what to get the other person for their birthday?

With so many of these couples, I can picture them having a lot of incredibly hot sex for 1-3 years, punctuated by periods in which they aren't talking because of stupid and completely avoidable fights, and then they get bored and are stuck being civil in public and avoiding each other in private. In the long run, they'd both be better off choosing the "boring" alternative that the show presents as a threat to their budding relationship, because they communicate more openly, share core values, and genuinely respect the other person's agency and individuality rather than immediately becoming possessive and presumptive.

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be careful with my baby pt 2.

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F!Reader

Read part one here.

t/w: cursing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death, some angst

....did he really just say that?

You didn't sleep a wink. How could you?

First, he drops that bomb on you.

Second, he had you pulled against him, his large hand splayed across your stomach.

Once he fell into a deeper sleep and that iron-clade grip loosened, you stealthily rolled off the couch and into his bedroom.

No way you could stay next to him on that couch with all those confusing thoughts in your head. Plus, his bed was a million times more comfortable than the couch.

When you finally decided it was an appropriate time to head into the kitchen, it was 7 am.

Rooster is still asleep on the couch, letting out little snores every now and then. His hand rests across his forehead, and you know he will complain that his arm is sore from that uncomfortable sleeping position.

You expertly move around his kitchen, putting on coffee and finding something to whip up for breakfast. Rooster's refrigerator and pantry are pretty bare bones since he just got back from a mission, but you manage to make something work.

Thank God your grandmother taught you how to make pancakes from scratch.

Rooster stirs on the couch, and you hold your breath.

"Fuck..." he moans. This has to be the most sexual-in-a-non-sexual-setting-thing he's ever done. "How much did I drink?"

Okay, so he remembers he asked you to stay over.

"Too much," you tell him from the stove.

Rooster rolls off the couch, his clothes from the previous night disheveled. He runs a hand through his sandy hair, grimacing as the lights in the kitchen hit him.

"Coffee?" he chokes out. You motion to the full mug you made for him on his bar. He slides into the stool opposite of you. Bringing the mug to his lips, he takes a large sip as if this coffee is a magical elixir that will cure his massive hangover.

He groans, confirming that that was exactly what he was hoping for, and the elixir failed him.

You can't help but let out a small giggle.

This man is adorable.

And sexy.

God, so sexy. How can someone be sexy and adorable?

Rooster smirks up at you. "You laughin' at my pain?"

"Always."

The two of you fall into a rather comfortable silence, considering the last thing he said to you before falling asleep, while you finish up the pancakes.

You set a plate in front of him, and take your own to the barstool next to him. Rooster digs in like he hasn't eaten in months.

"This is it," he gestures to the pancakes, "not the coffee. This is the magical hangover elixir. You have to stay over every time I drink to much from now own."

The compliment turns your cheeks pink. In the years you've known Rooster, this is the first time you've ever cooked for him. Your platonic nights spent together usually involved take out of some kind, or Hard Deck bar food.

Which is much better than you'd think.

Rooster takes both your empty plates to the sink, a new pep in his step thanks to your magical pancakes.

His words, not yours.

You watch as Rooster cleans up the kitchen. He told you when he grew up, the person who cooks gets out of clean up duty. Seeing Rooster act so domestic does things to you you didn't know possible.

Neither of you has brought up what he said last night. You're terrified he doesn't remember it. He remembers he asked you to stay, but maybe he blacked out before whispering those words to you.

Maybe he thought he was asleep and dreamt saying them?

You try not to dwell on it as you sip your coffee. The coffee is the best part about being at Rooster's. He always stocks up on fancy blends, sometimes bringing some back from overseas.

"Thank you for taking care of me last night," he mumbles, pulling you from your thoughts. He's drying the skillet you used, not making eye contact with you. "I hate when I step over that line I've drawn for myself."

You know Rooster likes to keep a clear head about him and typically stops after a few beers, but it's not like the rest of you haven't been there. Rooster has taken care of you countless nights. You've seen Phoenix guide Bob out to her car. Jake has pulled you down from a few tables. Hell, Mav's pulled a glass out of Jake's hand before when he's had enough.

Everyone looks out for each other.

"Roos, stop beating yourself up. You were celebrating a successful mission."

Rooster still hasn't met your eyes. "It almost wasn't." The words are so soft, you almost miss them.

Your blood runs cold. Being friends with fighter pilots has it's risks. You are well aware that when any of them go up, they may not make it back home.

"If Phoenix hadn't been there..." he trails off. His hand circles the skillet that is well dry by now.

You don't pry. Rooster has a very specific way of letting these moments out.

"All I could think of in that moment was you. Fuck, and how I've been such a coward."

Your heartbeat picks up. If you were wearing your Apple Watch, you're certain you'd get a "high heart rate" alert. You swallow your nervousness, waiting for his next words.

He finally sets the skillet down. Bracing his hands on the counter's ledge, he looks up at you.

"I meant what I said last night."

The confession knocks the wind out of you. The two of you stare at one another and your breathing starts coming in ragged intervals.

"I hate that I had to be drunk to say it. I've been so afraid to ruin this friendship." His eyes peer into yours. "I don't have family besides Mav, and I thought if I came clean, I'd loose you as a friend. I couldn't bare that."

Words still hang at the bottom of your throat, so he continues.

"When I was nose to nose with that jet, all I could think about was that I'd never told you how I felt. Dying without you knowing my feelings, shit, I couldn't believe it."

A tear escapes your eye and rolls down your cheek.

"So, I meant it, y/n. It wasn't just some drunk words."

The emotions you're feeling hit you like a tidal wave. Thrilled that Rooster feels the same way. Devastated that you almost lost him. Angry that he doesn't think more highly of himself.

"Please say something," he mumbles to the counter.

It takes every ounce of courage you have. "I love you too, Bradley."

His eyes snap up to yours, and within an instant he's rounded the bar. He swivels the barstool toward him. Looking up at him, with his arm above your shoulder, you feel so safe and small. His other hand brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. He hits you with the sweetest grin you've ever seen on your face.

"Can I kiss you?" he mumbles.

"You better, Lieutenant."

Rooster's hand trails from your ear to cup your face. Leaning in, his mouth covers yours in the safest kiss you've ever had. Your arms lock around his neck, pulling him as close to you as you can.

"Better than I've imagined," he whispers when he pulls back.

You answer him with another kiss.

a/n: I hope y'all liked it :) I'm so here for domestic!Rooster

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The Intrusion - Chapter 12

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You return to the bunker only to be met by an unwelcome visitor with even more unwelcome news.

Word count: 1,972

Warnings: language, guns, fluff

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The bunker was quiet when you got back, Sam and Cas having finished setting up their protection spells and sigils long before you had.

"Why don't I get some popcorn on and set up the cave for a movie night, huh?" Dean stroked your hair and gave you a reassuring smile.

"Sure. I'll go sort myself out then I'll be right with you."

He kissed your forehead, rubbing your back. "Okay sweet, but don't leave me waiting too long or I'll have no choice but to put Die Hard on."

You giggled as you pulled away. "I won't. Thank you, Dean. Really. I'm sorry you had to see that."

He shook his head in response. "Don't apologise, Y/N. I'm here for you, whenever you need me." With one final kiss, you parted ways, Dean heading towards the kitchen, you towards your bedroom. You sighed as you entered, taking in your swollen cheeks and red eyes.

"Still looking beautiful as ever, love." You jumped at the distinguished English voice, whirling round and grasping for the lamp on the table beside you out of instinct. The short, slightly balding man in the suit standing at the end of your bed smirked at you, holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

"I'm not here to hurt you, Y/N. I wouldn't dare now I've seen the way Squirrel looks at you. I just want to introduce myself."

He took a step forward and you took one back, fumbling against the wall and knocking the mirror down with a clatter. "Get out of my room, I swear to God you creep..."

Having heard the crash of furniture, Dean had come running, closely followed by his brother. Your bedroom door was thrust open and the elder Winchester threw himself in, gun at the ready. He paused when he saw the man before you, growling and then moving to wrap his arms round your shocked and confused self.

"Crowley. What are you doing here?" Sam hissed, gun still aimed at the guy.

"Oh Moose, I thought you would be happy to see me! It's been so long, after all."

"How the hell did you even get in? We've just Demon-proofed this whole place," Sam cocked his head to one side, itching with confusion at where he'd gone wrong.

"Don't worry yourself, your sigils are fine. My blood is boiling as we speak, so they're certainly working. But I am the King of Hell at the end of the day, so you'd need something a lot stronger to keep me out."

Having regained some composure, you straightened up, staring the man down. "You're a fucking Demon?"

The man, or creature rather, shrugged. "Not just any old Demon though sweetheart. The name's Crowley - King of Hell. And I come with a warning."

Dean had a strong grip around your wrist, sensing that you were starting to get confrontational. "We know you've sent your pets after us Crowley, theres no point in trying to hide it. Cas is here, and he's told us what you've been doing to Heaven."

Crowley hung his head before sighing and flopping down to sit on the edge of your bed. You growled slightly, pulling forward, but Dean refused to let you go.

"See thats where you're all wrong, Squirrel. It's not what I've been doing to Heaven. It's what the pets have been doing. They've gone rogue. Stopped obeying me. None of this is my doing, trust me."

"So what, we're supposed to believe you're here to help us?" Sam was just as unconvinced as you. The Demon laughed.

"Help? Not quite, Moose. But it would be shame to see you get destroyed by some wannabe kids. Plus, I have a reputation to maintain. How do you think it would look if the Winchesters were killed by a Demon other than me? Frankly, thats just embarrassing."

"So call them off," you spat at him, still not really understanding why he was here.

"No can do." Crowley stood now, hands in pockets, and began to pace. "They've rebelled. All I can do is prove to them that I am their king, and if they disobey me further, they will face the consequences. But in order to do that, you need to let me fight, with you, here."

"Why would we do that? Who's to say this isn't all a trap and you're not just trying to gut us from the inside?" Sam snorted.

"You need to learn some trust, you Winchesters. Look, just give me the benefit of the doubt, okay. I’ll bring weapons, things my Demons won’t expect you to have. If you've got me on your side, you might actually stand a chance against them."

The brothers exchanged looks and Dean's tense muscles relaxed slightly against you. Although you had no clue who this guy was, you could tell the boys did, and they were conflicted about how to deal with him.

"Fine," Dean growled, clearly not happy about it. "But if you stay here, you do so on our terms. And if you so much as think about going behind our backs, you won't live to regret it."

Crowley stepped forward and rested a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Good choice. I know not to mess with you boys, don't worry. I'll be back in a tick with some supplies."

Just like that, the man went up in a puff of smoke, leaving you to let out a panting breath you hadn't even realised you'd been holding.

"Okay, someone explain what the fuck that was all about."

Sam ran a strained hand through his hair. "Crowley is the King of Hell. Technically, all Demons should obey him, but it doesn't always work out that way. We've er, teamed up with him a few times over the years."

"Teamed up?" You couldn't quite understand what he was saying. Why would they team up with the literal King of Hell?

"It was complicated, okay. Sometimes you gotta team up with the bad guys to beat the really bad guys. Look, it doesn't matter now, we just gotta make sure he ain't gonna do something stupid." Dean looked down at you softly and you nodded at his reassurance. If there was one thing the past few hours had taught you, it was that you could trust him.

The three of you, as well as Cas, spent the rest of the day running round like headless chickens, fortifying the bunker and making sure all the weapons were up to scratch. Dean gave you a Demon 101 crash course and before long you were ready for the advance. Crowley popped up at some point, armed with strange knives and spell books, instructing Sam to start mixing together a bunch of strange ingredients to create some sort of Demon-bomb.

"Guess theres no point in showering," you grumbled, realising you were still tear-stained and dishevelled from your breakdown earlier.

"Hey, you look lovely. Here, drink up and you won't care so much." Dean passed you a beer and you sat beside him on the kitchen counter, legs dangling down, just waiting for something to happen.

"You always drink before a fight?" you scoffed, taking a swig. Dean shrugged.

"Believe it or not, I still get weirded out about this job. Fighting monsters has been my life since I was a kid, but its still crazy. A beer or two helps it seem a little less strange."

You tucked your head into his shoulder, his hand wrapping around your waist. You felt a shiver run down your spine and your heart flutter at the motion. Closing your eyes, you tried to relish the moment - who knew if you'd ever get one like this again.

"Do you still get scared?"

You felt him shift slightly and you cocked your head up to peak at his face. Dean thought about it for a moment, then joined your gaze.

"All the time. I suppose I'm never not scared, really. I'm scared I'll fuck up, that someone will get hurt, or worse. I'm scared of how big this can get, how complicated the world is and how me and Sam are right in the middle of it. I'm scared of the future, the not knowing what will happen next. So yeah, I get scared, but its not exactly a problem cos I'm so used to it. Once you're always scared, it's not so scary."

You chuckled and sighed. "I think I get what you mean. As a kid, I don't think I ever felt fear. Everything was easy, and even though I knew my parents didn't do the same kinda jobs as my friend's parents, I never had any doubt that there was any danger. So I guess when shit hit the fan it petrified me. It was this new emotion I had to bottle up to try seem brave for my sister and I just didn't acknowledge it until she died. But then, the fear was awful. It felt like I was drowning."

"And now? Are you still scared?"

"I was, for a long time. But you know, ever since you and Sam got here, I don't think I have been. Even on that Wendigo hunt, it wasn't fear I felt, it was something more exhilarating. And now - yes, I'm scared a little cos god knows whats gonna come through that door, but I'm also kinda excited. I don't know, that probably sounds crazy."

You went to dip your head down but Dean's fingers caught your chin, gently lifting it back up to look at him.

"Hey, that doesn't sound crazy at all. I mean, it probably does, but we live in a world of crazy, so I guess that makes it normal. Try not to be scared, though. Me and Sam, we're used to this kinda stuff, we've fought Demons our whole lives. Its what got us started on this road. I'll look after you, I promise."

"Its not me I'm scared about," you whispered, feeling the water wet your eyes. He frowned, pulling you in slightly closer.

"Then what is it?"

"You. I'm scared something will happen to you."

A silence hung in the air for a second and you felt the colour drain from your face. You'd said the wrong thing, again. But then you felt Dean's soft lips on your forehead, which brushed down to rest his face against yours.

"Nothing will happen to me, sweetheart. I promise. Not today, not ever. You don't have to worry about protecting everyone anymore."

You sniffled, "neither do you, but you still do it."

You felt his body move as he chuckled. "True. How about we make a deal, then. You look out for me, and I'll look out for you. Then we'll both be fine."

You smiled and gave his hands a squeeze. "Deal."

No sooner had the word left your mouth did Dean lean forward further, lowering his face to mirror yours and leaning in for a warm, comforting kiss. You met in the middle, holding it for slightly longer than you probably should have, just enjoying the moment. As you pulled apart, you kept your gaze, refusing to break eye contact. The only thing that bought you out of your trance was the clearing of a throat behind you.

"Guys, hate to break up the moment but - they're here."

Cheeks reddening, you hopped off the counter, giving a nod towards Sam as you headed past where he stood in the doorway. The three of you stormed towards the war room, where you reached for your new favourite gun, now loaded with rock salt, and joined Cas and Crowley in the line tediously watching the iron door as it thudded from the outside-in. This was it. The time had come to see what you were really made of.

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Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

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“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

[blubberingmess]

[Beautiful]

Pairing: Bucky x plus size!reader

No plot, just your average normal smut :)

Warning: smut (m/f), slight dirty talk, daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cunt slapping, a very short thought about anal, unprotected sex (I can't rhyme, but yeah, use condom, kids.)

There's no denying at the fact that bucky loves his women thick, has a bit more meat on their bones. But what's more beautiful than a big curvy woman? Big curvy woman with confidence. It's a big turn on for Bucky, seeing a woman flaunting her beautiful assets without giving a single fuck to whoever tries to say otherwise.

So the moment Bucky met you, he just knew he'd be a total goner.

Your 'I don't give a fuck' personality, your body, the way you move, the way you carry yourself, it's everything Bucky ever wanted to a woman. How your chin is always held up high like a queen, It's beautiful - you're beautiful.

And you're his.

"Damn Bucky, your girl's looking good." Sam whistled in appreciation as the three of them-- Bucky, Sam, and Steve-- look over and saw you chatting with the rest of the guests.

You're wearing a luxurious red bodycon dress that hugs your curves, it also makes your ass look good than they already are, while also wearing those black stilettos that Bucky loves so much.

Bucky grins with pride at the awe look in his friends' faces, chuckling to himself. "What are you talking about? She always does."

It's true. No matter what you wear or if your hair is all over the place and looking like someone just ran over you (morbid, I know), you're still the most gorgeous human being Bucky had ever laid his eyes upon.

While Sam and Steve continues back on conversing about something Bucky don't really give a damn about, his eyes are fixated on you. Traveling up and down your round form like a predator hungry for his prey, unconsciously licking his lips when you down the rest of your drink.

How did he became so lucky?

You gave the guest a smile before turning your head towards the table where you know Bucky is seated, and saw him already has his eyes at you. Heart skipping a beat at the lovesick expression on his face, a look you know is solely meant for you.

"I have to go," you said to the guest without looking at them. Walking towards your man, purposely made your walk slow and teasing. He watched you with a hungry glint in his eyes as you made your way towards him, biting his bottom lip at the way you sway your wide hips from side to side. Sam and Steve already know what's going on and decided to leave the table to go to the bar instead, good for them.

You flashed your boyfriend a playful grin, placing both of your hands on his broad shoulders, unconsciously (or not) giving him an eyeful of your cleavage.

"Hi."

"Hi." He chuckled, grabbing your plump waist and giving it a gentle squeeze. "You look beautiful in that dress, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He then smirks. "But I rather see you without one right now."

You were about to open your mouth to tease him back when the music started blaring to a more upbeat song, a female voice calling for your name after. Breaking your gaze from Bucky, you saw Wanda waving her hand at you from the dance floor with Natasha on her side.

'Dance with us' Natasha mouthed.

You jerked your head down to Bucky, silently yelling at them in your head 'I'm busy!' Hoping they'd get it which they did, but sadly, didn't care as the two gave you puppy eyes.

Chuckling, you took a step back from Bucky, a frown visible on his face. "We'll finish this later."

He groans, leaning his head back. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?" You only winked as a response before making your way towards your two girl friends, while the dance floor started to be filled with dancing bodies.

Bucky is now left sitting there, feeling a bit annoyed from the interruption and also extremely aroused. He sighed, his pants that had tighten by just a small amount of time from your teasing, taking a sip of his champagne.

Nope, Bucky thought. I can't take this anymore.

The heated gaze you'd sent his way for the past twenty minutes while biting that kissable lip of yours, all while sexily grinding with the Wanda and Natasha to the beat of the music. It's all sent his body on fire, specifically, down south.

You just love torturing him don't you? Love how you can make him squirm and growl possesively at the sight of you, taking pride of every second of it.

Bucky slammed his third glass of champagne on the table before sauntering towards your dancing figure, pretending you didn't just saw the way he looks at you from afar.

"Hello ladies, can I borrow my girl real quick?"

You gave Bucky a knowing look while he just innocently smile in return, both knowing it'll be far from quick - maybe the whole night and early morning. Without actually waiting for a response from the two, Bucky practically dragged you away from the party by the wrist and in the elevator.

As soon as the elevator door closed, he slammed you to the wall and smashes his lips against yours heatedly. You moaned when you felt his tongue slithered inside your mouth, easily gaining dominance.

"Thought I didn't noticed your teasing, baby girl? Dancing in that pretty little dress of yours - fuck." Bucky groans, harshly squeezing your ass before letting go and giving it a nice slap.

It felt like hours before the door finally opens. Bucky, like the impatient man he is, crouched down carries you on his shoulder, his flesh hand not leaving your ass.

"Can't wait to fuck this ass," Bucky whispered to himself.

You both haven't talked about trying anal yet, but neither of you are against. Who knows? It might happen sooner or later, depends on how tempting you look - which is every fucking day.

He got to his door and hastily opens it, slamming the door shut with the heel of his shoe.

You giggle when he unceremoniously laid you down on the bed making you slightly bounce. He gave you a quick yet sweet peck on the lips before kneeling down on the edge of the bed.

You immediately strip out from your dress, leaving your body exposed with nothing but your lacey panty and your stilettos.

For Bucky, everything suddenly stilled as his eyes trails the length of your body, absorbing the sight in front of him. From his view, Bucky could see the wet mark in the middle of your panty, a clear sign that his baby is aroused and it's all because of him - just for him.

Gorgeous, Bucky thought to himself. Absolutely stunning.

Bucky snapped out from his lovesick daze the moment he saw you roll your hips against the mattress, silently begging him to do something - anything.

"It's okay, baby. I gotchu," he whispered as he began stripping off his clothes, giving you show. Slowly pulling off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard the only word that'll be coming out of your mouth tonight is my name." And it's not Bucky.

He smirks when he heard you let out a small moan, pulling his shirt off completely and kicking off his shoes. "You like the sound of that, baby girl? Bet you fucking do."

"Please Bucky."

"Patience, sweetheart." Was his only response before scooting down so he's now facing your clothed pussy, groaning as he inhaled your sweet scent.

"Fuck. Smell so good." He hooked his finger on your panty and moved it to the side. The sight of your glistening pussy made his cock twitch, already feeling the arousal forming at the tip.

"Bucky, please, I can't take it-- oh~" a pornographic moan escaped your lips as Bucky latches his whole mouth on your clit, sucking on it harshly while simultaneously using his tongue to rub the nub.

"F-Fuck, yeah, that's it." You gasped as he let go of your clit for a moment just to lick a fat strip from your entrance to the top, before once again latching his soft pink lips around your clit, sucking on it harshly like a pacifier.

"So good - yes! Yes! Yes!"

One of the things that you love about Bucky is that he doesn't half-assed on pleasuring you, making sure you're satisfied wether it's a quick fuck or a long hours of love making. He will eat you out like a starved man, temporarily ignoring the very strong urge to just slam you down and drill into you like he wanted.

He will always put you first.

Bucky sat back up before you could even reach your peak, gently rubbing his fingers up and down your slit.

"Bucky, plea-- ah!" You let out a small scream when he suddenly gave your clit a slap, not enough to actually hurt but enough to make you jolt in surprise.

"Wrong name, baby girl," he growls out all while pulling off his pants as well as his boxer, throwing it somewhere around the room. His dick is standing up thick and proud, a small drip of precum on top.

Oh, he's in that mood huh?

"Daddy, please fuck me. I can't take it anymore," you begged, pulling your knees up and spreading your legs apart, giving him a clear view of your wet cunt.

"Fuck, baby, look at that." Bucky is in awe as you completely exposed yourself to him. It's not your first time having sex, but damn, does it feel like it everytime.

That's is all your fault. You made the man insatiable; made him crave for you all day - everyday. He cannot seem to get enough of you no matter how many times he gets a taste, and he don't think he will ever get enough.

Bucky grabs his rock hard dick and gave it a few pumps. The sight of you spread out for him like this, it feels like a dream.

"So wet and needy. Is this all for me, baby?" He asks, tapping the head of his cock against your clit a few times, before sliding it up and down your slit in a teasing manner.

Bucky grunts in disapproval when he didn't hear you answer and just moaned at his lazy rubbing. He pulls his cock away and gave your cunt another warning slap, making you jump in surprise.

"Use your words."

"Yes daddy, I'm sorry," you whimper as Bucky began circling your red and swollen cunt, spitting on it before pressing two flesh fingers inside in one go.

As much as Bucky likes to see you come undone by his metal fingers, he loves the feel of your slick walls against his flesh ones. Feeling your arousal around his fingers, so warm and velvety - especially around his cock.

You gasped out loud when he began thrusting hard and fast, prepping you up. Even with his fingers bucky can still feel how tight you are, getting him all more excited than he already are.

He placed his metal hand on the back of your thighs, pushing it up so he could take a better look and he knows you like it that way.

He added a third finger and your puffy cunt just swallows his fingers hungrily, coaxing him to push his fingers inside knuckles deep.

"Yes Daddy, oh my gosh!" You can feel the your stomach tightening. Bucky started to feel your walls clenched on his fingers, a clear indication that you're about to come.

"Come for me, (Y/n)." He doesn't have to say it because your legs clamped around his arm, rolling your hips through your orgasm as you moaned his name out loud.

Bucky didn't waste any more time and hover above your body, lining his throbbing cock at your entrance. In one swift thrust of his hips, he had buried himself inside. Bucky groans as your walls deliciously squeezed him, already wanting to milk him dry.

"Shit - relax, doll. You're squeezing me too hard." You breathe in and out, eyes clenched tightly as you relax yourself on the mattress.

Bucky smiles, leaning down to kiss you lovingly and comfortingly on you forehead. "That's it, baby girl. Relax." Slowly, he began to grind his hips against yours. His eyes locked on your face as it contorts to a look of pure pleasure, your breathing started to get ragged as his thrusts gets harder; much more faster.

Before you know it, he was now pounding your slick cunt. The wet obscene noise, slapping of skin to skin is now much more audible.

"Fuck me harder, Daddy. Please!" And harder he goes. He hooked his strong buffy arms around your thighs and placed them on his shoulders, before slamming into you over and over again. At this point you are now screaming in pleasure, head tilting back as your body bowed.

Bucky's gaze trails down from yours face, down to your soft breasts, your round middle, and then down to where you both are connected. He could see your wetness coating the base of cock. A particular roll of his hips got your toes curling, instinctively jolting up, your nails digging shallowly on the skin of his back, marking him.

You squealed. "Fuck!"

"Right here, princess?" He asked as he keeps on hitting that spot again and again. He sat up, gripping your thick thighs tightly and resumes his fast pounding.

You opened your eyes and witnessed how Bucky's face morphs into a blissful look; eyes closed tightly and his head tilted back. A fine sheen of sweat covering his chest making him look so good.

"I'm gonna come," you gasped. You could tell he is too because his thrusts are getting sloppy and desperate. Your legs shakes as you came, moaning and chanting out his name 'Bucky' like a prayer.

With your walls fluttering around him and that lewd, fucked out look on your face sent him over the edge.

He groans as he came deep inside of you, staying balls deep for a few moment before pulling out. He watched as his cum drips out of your hole, soaking the sheets underneath you.

"Fuck, look at that. Such a good girl for me," he praised. You could feel him slides himself inside a few times and then completely pulls out, laying down next to your spent body.

You're heart is beating fast against your chest, not because from the sex (although that's mainly the reason) but for the man you've just did it with.

Bucky is still gasping, pupils are still dilated as he turn his head to the side to look at you. A fond smile formed on his lips when he noticed that you're already focused at him.

"You okay, princess?" He asked, now turning his body to his side. He lifted his metal hand up when he noticed your eyes are still a bit teary and dazed, gently holding your cheek in his large palm.

"Great," you breathed out before flashing him a soft pleased smile. You were about to stand up to clean yourself up when Bucky quickly grasped your wrist, pulling you back onto to mattress, caging your body with his.

Looking down at you with a playful glint in his eyes, cocking his head to the side. Something hard poking your belly and you don't need to put two on two together to know what's about to happen next.

"You're insatiable."

"What can I say? I have a wife who just looks so stunning and perfect every single fucking day." He chuckles darkly. "It's hard to not want to fuck you on the nearest surface - fill your pussy up until you're dripping with my cum, until--"

He stops.

Suddenly, his eyes slightly widens. You waited, he seems to be having an inner battle with himself. Eyes darting around your face, searching for something you don't quite know.

"Are you okay, baby?" Bucky's whole body tensed up at the word, though quickly relaxing soon after. Soft blue eyes flickering from yours and down to your round belly then back up, silently suggesting -- begging -- for something.

Oh boy.

This is my first ever smut and It feels like my first fic all over again.

[unprofessional-bard]

Chapter 7 - The Fog, Pt. I

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader/OC

Warnings: Enough with fluff, time for some angst... with smut in flashbacks but detailed enough to satisfy y'all 😌. TW// mentions of suicide, canon typical violence/events, death of a child - overall a lot of blood and gore.

Summary: Things take a dark turn for the reader on patrol one day.

Word Count: 4.119

Author's Note: PLEASE READ!! I'll be moving to another country next week, so my updates might be delayed from time to time... I'm putting a soundtrack from the walking dead below called "The Pulse (I)", the sounds in the beginning (you'll know what I'm talking about once you listen) are what the reader hears; I really didn't know how to describe the sounds so I decided to put the soundtrack there and also linked it on a word when the time comes. Finally, I'm assuming Ellie was born sometime between the end of spring and summer because of the outfits they wore in that cutscene in part ii, so I set this chapter's date to September; wanted Joel to have some nice time with his daughter :")

Enjoy!

Walt made sure to stay away from you after your conversation. You were absolutely shocked and angry - you hated Walt for that, but you could only laugh at the situation when you told Maria what happened. How ironic it all was. You thought maybe if Joel hadn't come along, you could have ended up with Walt but you weren't sure if you'd be as happy with him as you were with Joel. You would've been sad or upset after finding out about this new 'information' if your feelings for Joel weren't this strong, but you were simply glad Walt didn't open up to you before Joel and Ellie came. Your relationship with Walt was damaged for sure now, but it wasn't completely in disrepair.

Joel and you, on the other hand, weren't the type to kiss or hold hands in public. You weren't too sensual with each other in front of others, but behind closed doors, it was a different story. Who would've thought Joel Miller would be a cuddler? It definitely wasn't you, or Tommy or Ellie. Nobody knew for awhile of course, but Tommy eventually caught Joel and you in your kitchen one day, weeks later. He was hugging you from behind and placing sweet kisses on your neck as you tried to focus on the task in front of you, but he was making it significantly hard.

Tommy teased Joel to no end about being a love sick puppy around you and kept asking when the two of you were going to get married. You'd blush and laugh, but you never even thought about marriage in the first place. It had only been around ten months since you two made things official between yourselves, but the idea of labeling it sounded silly at that time- plus, it was still a little early to think about marriage. As Eugene had put it, you were in the sex, beer and rock 'n roll phase of your relationship and you needed more time to figure everything out before settling down together. You two stayed at each other's houses most of the time of course, but still. There were still sides to the both of you that neither of you discovered yet as well.

Sex, beer and rock 'n roll? Well...

"Really? Now?" Joel.

"Yes, now!" You whisper yelled, then slowly sneaked your hand under his shirt and began kissing his neck. "Come on, baby, please? I need you..."

You were leaning against Joel, practically rubbing your whole body against his as you moaned whispered in his ear. Of course, he couldn't help himself when he saw you were this hungry for him, so he gladly obliged.

You kissed Joel's lips softly, but just as you pulled away, he held your neck and kissed you again harshly. You knew, you weren't in for a gentle treatment the moment you felt his hand around your throat lightly. Joel sat you on the desk and spread your legs, settling between your thighs and grabbing them.

"Tommy won't stop bustin' my balls about this if he catches us," Joel grunted.

"He won't- if we're quick enough," You smirked and took his jacket off in a rush. You two were currently at a back room of the ski lodge lookout, where Tommy told you he'd meet you both in half an hour.

"Lay down for me," Joel growled and pulled your pants down to your knees while you did as he told you, getting support from your elbows as he slowly unbuckled his belt. Your arousal was present ever since you woke up from a rather naughty dream in the morning. You didn't say or do anything about it, hoping that it'll go away throughout the day. Guess what? It didn't and here you were, Joel between your wide open legs and pumping his cock while teasing you with his other hand. You wouldn't say you had sex too often like rabbits, but you had sex when there was a mutual tension between you that needed to be subsided and it was so perfect every time.

Today though? You were just horny for the man and the hunger in your eyes was enough for a tent to build up in Joel's pants.

Your wetness was a natural lubricant for his easy entrance into you. He absolutely loved you around his cock, the way your walls took him in and clamped down around his length and, of course, the noises you made.

Joel stepped over the barrier made by your pants, grabbed your hips and set off with a fast, brutal pace. Your arms shook as they struggled to keep you up, sweat trickling down your forehead and finally gave out, making you lay down completely. He leaned down to kiss your neck, hips snapping into yours and stroking all the right places in fast motions. He pulled your v-neck blouse up just above your breasts and his teeth immediately met with your hardened nipples, making you moan loudly.

"Shh," Joel chuckled. "It's like you want us to get caught, baby."

Your giggles soon turned to high pitched whines of his name, his fast and rough pace gave you an indescribable amount of pleasure. The table you were currently spread across on began hitting the wall behind you louder and louder with each thrust along with his skin slapping against yours but neither of you were in a state of mind to care.

"Oh Joel!" You cried out, holding onto his arms for dear life as he fucked the living out of you.

Joel growled - you would've thought he was angry if you weren't in this situation right now: "Fuck, (Y/N)-"

A few profanities and thrusts later, you came undone a moment before he pulled out and with a couple of strokes, came on your inner thigh. You thought you'd seen stars as your legs twitched, hanging off the table. Joel collapsed on your body and you two stood like that, trembling and trying to catch your breaths.

"That- that was-" Joel tried to speak.

"Mind blowing?" You chuckled.

"That's one word to describe it," Joel slowly pushed himself up and placed a kiss on your forehead, helping you up.

No one ever caught the two of you in the act, of course. You two were incredibly careful while teasing one another in public - it could be a look, a smirk, the slightest spreading of his or your legs, a touch, a word- anything would be so carefully executed that nobody would even notice. After sex, your mind lingered too long on Joel and that usually wasn't good because it sometimes led to daydreaming while doing chores in town. Not on patrol, of course, but this one morning Joel had fucked you so good, you couldn't help but spend the rest of the day aching for more.

You were still a little sleepy so you let him have it his way. He took off whatever clothing he had on him and stripped you of yours, then spread your legs open: "Ain't you the loveliest little thing when you wake up..."

You grinned at him, stretching as he kissed your belly once, then proceeded to eat you out like a man who hadn't eaten in days. He took his time and didn't rush anything, earning soft gasps from you with his skillful tongue: "Oh god, Joel-"

One of your hands went through his hair while the other was on your forehead as if you were about to faint. Your cheeks were burning, his hands had a tight grip on your waist so he could keep you from wiggling out of his touch. This was pleasure in its purest form, you thought. The sight of him buried between your legs were absolutely delicious and the feeling even more so. He didn't let you come, however. Instead he sat on the bed and licked his lips: "Turn around for me, baby."

You whined at the loss of contact but did as he asked. He got on top of you, then caressed and massaged your back and kissed down your spine as his hands moved lower to your rear: "You ready for me, doll?"

"Yes," You sighed dreamily, a light smile on your lips. Joel pushed your legs together and you felt the bed dip on each side. He was hovering over you on his knees: Slowly, he pushed into you, almost moaning at the feeling of how tight you felt around him. You were already a mess by the time he was buried to the hilt. He fucked you thoroughly and slowly - he had all the time in the world and didn't want to rush anything. You liked it when he was taking his time, it extended your orgasm to it's limit but this position was about to see to a quick end on both sides.

He gently grabbed your chin and pulled your head up so he could tease your lips with his. You were on your elbows and moaning softly, whining when he didn't kiss you: "Joel..."

A quiet chuckle left his lips: "You want a kiss?"

You simply nodded and moaned instead of answering when his pace got faster. He gave you your kiss, your jaw in his careful grasp and fucked you until you came with a high pitched moan. Joel came on your rear, finishing with a long, hushed groan.

Those two and your first time with each other were the best sex you two ever had, you both agreed on it during a drunken chat.

Joel wasn't too hard to handle. During his time in Jackson and then his time with you and Ellie had really helped him open up and get comfortable with his emotions around people he let in. He hardly ever got jealous, but the way he got jealous would be sweet rather than a mood killer.

"I'm real lucky to have the most beautiful woman in town all for myself," He'd say, before kissing your brow and putting his arm around your waist. You enjoyed it, being his. New arrivals who'd try their chances with you would instantly know that you were 'his gal' and he was your man. You two really helped one another fit better in Jackson - you socialized with others and got to be vulnerable around each other. You taught him how to love again and he taught you over and over that all hope wasn't lost.

Until September 23rd, 2035. A date you'll never quite forget.

Red, orange and brown leaves had fallen off trees and blanketed the soil you and Joel were walking on. You two were set off to patrol a new place Tommy and Joel had discovered a few days back and it needed clearing from the infected. There was also a child, Miles, missing along with his father Samuel. They'd been missing for four days now and your thoughts were very troubled because of it, ever since their disappearance was announced. You really liked Miles, a sweet twelve year old boy he was.

"Doll, you okay?" Joel gave you a concerned look. Your grip on your rifle was hard and you had zoned out apparently, missing everything Joel had been talking about.

"Yeah," You nodded. The sun was shining through the trees and right onto Joel's beautiful face, which made you smile. "I wish we had a camera."

"I heard Tommy found one, he said someone was working on it this morning," Joel replied. "Why'd you ask?"

"You look so beautiful like this- and we don't have a picture together."

"Yeah, you're right," He nodded. "We'll be the first ones to use it, I promise you... I actually want a picture of me and Ellie too."

The way he loved Ellie like he did Sarah made your heart break. He had mentioned how he was absolutely destroyed and almost took his own life after her passing, also the story of how him and Ellie came across two brothers, Sam and Henry, before they found you which turned you into a concerned mother duck around the kids in Jackson and more of a wife to Joel than a girlfriend.

"Yeah, I want a lot of pictures with a lot of people: With the kids, Maria, Tommy, even Eugene!" You chuckled and made him laugh, but suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you saw two bodies lying on the ground and a third one away from them. "Joel, look."

Joel's smile immediately dropped at the sight. You two shared a look before you got in position and carefully walked over to the bodies with your rifle pointed at them, Joel right behind you. The closer you got, you noticed how there was a third body under the other two. You didn't recognise any of them, so you carefully leaned down and moved one of them away to see an awful scene in front of you.

"Oh god, Miles?" You whispered. His eyes opened slowly and you immediately moved the corpses off him.

"Miss (Y/N)?" Miles' voice cracked.

"It's alright Miles- It's me, I got you-"

"(Y/N)," Joel called over to where the third body was, only to see Samuel lying on his face.

You gave him a devastated look, but stopped Miles from seeing his father's body and picked him up bridal style: "Good god, how long have you been here, darling?"

"A few hours?" Miles held onto you while Joel was trying to figure out a way on how to get Samuel's body back to town. "You need to be careful miss, those men could be still here."

"What men?"

"The men that attacked us," Miles continued. "My pa thought they were bandits, but they wer-"

Blam!

You didn't understand what happened first. Blood got into your eyes and splattered all over your face - an incredible force almost pushed Miles out of your hold but your grip stopped him from falling.

"Dolly!" You heard Joel yell, but you couldn't open your eyes, too much blood-

You wiped your eyes on your arm as best as you could with Miles in them, but when you finally managed to open your eyes, you almost screamed: There were two holes on the sides of Miles' head and a bullet, covered in blood, on the ground.

"Oh- Oh god," You trembled, you couldn't take your eyes off the poor boy's head, but Joel pushed you on the ground suddenly and saved you from another bullet.

"Take cover- run!" Joel yelled, pushing you in the direction of a huge rock only a few feet away from you. You reluctantly let go of Miles' body and ran with him. Once behind the cover, Joel whispered: "Dolly- Dolly are you okay?"

You sure as shit were not, your face looked like the statement too.

"You heard the boss: Bring the woman alive, get rid of the other one!" A shiver went down your spine. Who the hell were they? Was FEDRA finally caught up to you?

"Oh fuck," You tried to breathe, wiping at your face. "Joel-"

"I'm right here darlin' but you gotta focus, we need to get outta here," Joel held your face between his hands. "C'mon (Y/N), focus."

You took a few deep breaths and concentrated. You heard about seven to eight footsteps beginning to surround you. You readied your rifle and Joel did the same, but before attacking, you threw a smoke bomb right onto a man who was the closest to your position, then moved in his direction as a smoke cloud hid your movements. This gave Joel time to cover you as you killed the first man, bullets flying in your direction. You quickly jumped back to your cover, a bullet barely slicing through the flesh of your leg as you landed beside Joel.

"Please tell me you have a nail bomb," You whined.

"Always," Joel said before sending it off to where three of the men were, the shards embedding themselves into their skin and making them cry out in pain. Quickly taking the chance, you fired at the men until you ran out of bullets. You took out Kurt's your knife and advanced at another man with a baseball bat in his hand. You were quicker with a knife - it took you almost five seconds to cut open the man's vital veins and have him collapse onto the ground. Just as you were about to turn around to see where Joel was, you felt someone grab you by the waist and slam you to the ground.

"Oof!" You immediately collected yourself and swung the blade to your opponent's throat, but he grabbed your wrist and rolled you and himself over, pushing himself away from you. You quickly got up on your knees and reached for your blade when the same hand caught your wrist once more. You were, once again, mortified at the sight in front of you: "Gabe?!"

"Hiya commander," Gabe growled in despise and headbutted you, completely taking advantage of how off guard you were.

"Fuck!" You cried out and kicked him in the face before he could get to you when you collapsed. While you two were on the floor, making sure your bones weren't broken, Joel was shooting his way to you. He was going hand to hand with a man who's neck was going to be broken by the heel of Joel's boots in a matter of seconds. You stumbled but got up and immediately got on top of Gabe with your knife in hand. You went to stab him in the throat but his arms blocked you from doing so.

"(Y/N)!" Joel pointed his gun at Gabe, but was interrupted by another man suddenly tackling him.

Your vision was red - you were like a raging bull, wanting nothing more than to kill Gabe for what he had done. You were angry at yourself too, mostly at yourself but he still played a part in getting your family killed. You couldn't even hear your surroundings anymore as you repeatedly hit and forced your knife holding hand down to his throat while grunting angrily.

Another unexpected move from him had your back slamming onto the ground with his ankles wrapped around your throat. How the hell- Since when was he this flexible?!

You gasped for air with a loud cry, drawing a distressed Joel's attention back to you. You were scared now, actually scared because of the move Gabe pulled, so your survival instincts kicked in with full effect. The tip of your boot met with his jaw, hard, as soon as it got free from under your thigh. The moment you felt his lock weaken around your throat, you rolled back, grabbed his leg before he could recollect himself and with everything you had, struck his knee with your elbow. Gabe screamed and kicked you with his fine leg, but he was weak and you kept striking the same spot, crushing his bone ferociously.

"(Y/N)!" Joel pulled you away from your shoulders, but you pushed him off with your back. "(Y/N), stop!"

You grabbed Gabe's throat, nails digging into his skin and pressed him down: "Got you, you fucking rat."

"(Y/N)-"

You ignored Joel and choked Gabe to his death: "Is there more of you, huh? Where is he?!"

"You'll be seeing him-" Gabe choked out, struggling against your grip. "Very soon."

"We need to move!" Joel pulled you off of him, but you pushed him away with your hands.

"Fine," You replied through your teeth after calming down. You gave a final look at Gabe and when you saw a shit eating grin on his face, you, with the speed of light, leaned down and grabbed your knife, then shoved it through his throat with a roar. You looked him dead in the eyes as he choked on his own blood and died.

"(Y/N)..." Joel's eyes were wide as he watched you wipe the blood on your knife on Gabe's jeans. You got up, more blood smeared on your face and jacket, but just as you began walking away, you heard more footsteps from inside the woods.

"Shit, hide," You kneeled and took cover behind a fallen tree, Joel right beside you.

"Who are they?" Joel whispered as you reloaded your rifle with a hard look on your face.

"People I thought were dead," You replied, not looking into his eyes. "They escaped me once and I paid dearly because of it. I'm not leaving until they're dead."

"No, we can leave now and come back with Tommy and other's-"

"And let these assholes find out where we live and terrorize the town?" You growled angrily. "Let's make one thing clear: I'm not letting anymore people die because of stupid mistakes I make. This ends. Now."

You discreetly scanned your surroundings: There were, once more, around eight men searching the area for you two. You took a deep breath and sneaked off to take down your first target. Joel was really tense but still carried out his fair share of executions until one of the men saw you and alerted the rest, bullets flying in the air. Most of the men were already down, but suddenly more men filled the area. Where the hell are they coming from?!

You were more than willing to take him up on that offer, but you obviously didn't trust him: "You think I'm dumb enough to believe you'll stay true to your word, you son of a whore?!"

"Hold your fire!" A very, very familiar British accent that haunted you to this day reached your ears and your eyes went wide. "Oh (Y/N)~" He sang and called for you. "Are you still alive, sweetheart?" You gulped and tried to breathe, a sound lightly ringing in your ear the more he talked: "I know you're out there, I have an offer for you: Come with me now and I'll leave your friend alone."

"Come now, my mother flipped in her grave because of you and your team too many times already, poor woman..." You peeked at him from behind your cover carefully as he continued: "Oh for god's sake- bring him out!"

You watched in horror as two men dragged Joel out to the open from his arms. When did he even get captured?! God, you thought, I was so blinded by revenge I couldn't protect him.

"Dear lord above," The man chuckled, quite shocked. "I never thought I'd see you again."

What?

Joel remained quiet even after the men pushed him onto the ground, then the leader pulled out his pistol and pushed the tip against Joel's head: "Alright, new deal: If you don't come out in the next three seconds, I'll blow his bloody head off."

"Alright, stop!" You immediately got up, desperation taking over you. "Here I am, let him go."

"Now, why should I do that?" The man snorted. "He betrayed me and ran off to be a goddamn smuggler, I should just blow his head off."

"No!" You yelled, your voice cracking. "He has a daughter and a wife- your deal is with me, let him go."

Joel looked up at you as best as he could while his head was pressed on the ground. You couldn't believe he, your lover, used to run with them- with him.

"Are you possibly the wife you spoke of?" The man grinned at you.

"No, you imbecile-!" You lied through your teeth and he seemed to be buying it so far. "You've already destroyed enough families, just let the man go... You'll be satisfied enough while killing me."

"You're quite right," The man nodded thoughtfully. "I'll enjoy ripping you apart... But you know what? Since you're cooperating with me so nicely and, well, since he used to be my second in command -brothers in arms and whatnot- I'll spare him."

You exhaled in relief, not letting it creep up into your expression however. Suddenly, he kicked Joel in the nose and knocked him out: "In two hours, I'll send a man here and if he's still knocked out, I'm going to kill him."

You knew Joel would be up in less than two hours, so you kept quiet and stared at the man, hard. There's got to be a way out of this...

"Well, shall we?" The man snapped his fingers at someone behind you and they kicked the back of your knee to bring you on your knees while your hands were behind your head. The man took your rifle from you and with the back of it, hit you in the head, making your vision go black.

[siimjaeyun]

01: Immortality

Synopsis: it is part of human nature to be flawed and imperfect, maybe even vengeful when things don't go their way, and when seven boys find themselves in power to show those who are wrong that actions come with consequences, will they choose to keep their immortality?

masterlist

tw: mentions of blood, stabbing, murder, death and slight choking

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"Wait let me get this straight. Your solution to the problem is for us to get killed over and over again instead of reporting them to the police?" Sunoo stood at the edge of the room, completely baffled by the older boy's plan. 

"You don't get it Sunoo. This is part of the plan, it's always been. Why did you think we saved you?" Sunghoon took the glass of water from counter and gulped it down slowly before staring at Jungwon and Riki. 

"Your immortality is precious and it's a form of power. This is your new job." 

"What job? I don't want this job." Jay let a hefty sight escape from his lips before pulling the three minors closer to him. 

"I get you don't want to be immortal. None of us chose to be here. Come." Jay went to the nearest drawer and pulled out a scrapbook. 

"This is before we were eighteen." Jungwon furrowed his brows and didn't see a difference between them. 

"But you look the same?" 

"Immortality keeps you at this age. But we were normal teens too, we had dreams." Heeseung and Jake looked down, remembering the days from their own past as well. 

"Then what happened?" Riki asked. 

"We don't remember much of what happened. Memories fade eventually. It's been fifteen years since we entered this new world." Jake waited for a response but instead handed the three boys their belongings. 

"Go on or you'll be late. We'll keep an eye on you from afar, but just go with your mind got it?" The three youngest didn't have much to stay and reluctantly accepted the very non-existent plan. 

"Are we sure about this? What if this is a prank?" Jungwon and Sunoo stopped in their tracks and looked at Riki. 

"I clearly remember being dead so might as well suck it up. Team?" Jungwon put forward his hand and the others followed shouting a cheer before entering the room. 

"Sorry we're late, we got lost since we're not used to the campus grounds." Three heads instantly popped up at the sound of their voice. Impossible: it was impossible for them to be alive. 

"You said they were dead!" One of them whispered, close to entering into a panic. 

"They were! You saw they had no heartbeat." The other responded. Their legs began to shake left and right as well as up and down due to fear, nibbling on their nails and surrounding skin. 

"No worries, just take a seat." As if a feeling inside his heart was about to over take him, Sunoo felt a need to take a seat next to one of the three boys. He plopped his backpack onto the desk and gave a smile wave to the tall boy. 

This was the first trial.

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"Hey! You three come here." The basketball players waved their hands at them in a snapping manner and if on que, Heeseung smirks when he looks down at the time on his watch. 

"Humans really are predictable aren't they?" Jake agrees and continues to listen into the conversation. 

"We're having a party tonight, you should come." Again, right on time. 

"Uhh, I'm not sure…" Jungwon elbowed Riki in the stomach before accepting the kind invitation. 

"We'll be there!" Sunoo quickly answered before looking at Jungwon with confusion. 

"What are you thinking! This is a trap to clearly kill us!" Riki states in a distressed manner. 

"Something is telling me to do so, plus isn't that the plan?" Jay and Sunghoon were amused at Sunoo and Jungwon's quick adaptation to their life. 

"Seems like they've got this, but remember to get the car anyway." Sunghoon slung his backpack lazily over his shoulder and led the way as they waited for the second trial. 

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The night had fallen and almost as if the stars had aligned, Heeseung glanced at his watch once more as Sunoo, Jungwon and Riki stepped into the home where the so-called party was being held. It took half an hour for the three school boys dressed in jerseys to drag out three black bags, body shaped to be exact. 

"Hurry the fuck up man, before we get caught!" The other two obeyed the orders and carried the bags into the trunk of the car with much speed. A small drive later and an empty lot awaited them. 

"Throw them there." The sound of shovels digging surrounded the nearby area, and with the rhythm of the sand and dirt hitting the floor, the three bodies were finally covered. 

"We take this until our death beds. This better get the job done." The car drove off; it allowed for Heeseung and Jay to approach the bodies underneath the ground. 

"5..4..3..2..1" The supposed to be dead boys came from behind the trees dusting themselves off from the sand. 

"That was even more terrible the second time. Drugging us and then stabbing us isn't exactly fun." 

"You did great. You're almost there." Jake complimented only for anger to resound in Jungwon. 

"Look no offense, but I don't know if we can continue this. I don't want to relive the trauma of being murdered over and over again." He loosened his tie and threw it onto the pavement. 

"I'm with Jungwon. Is this really the only way to get the job done?" 

"Yes, now let's go get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day." Sunghoon patted their backs and led them back. 

Second trial was complete. 

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"How are you boys holding up? Today's sort of the final trial." Jake walked into their room first thing in the morning, bearing food and other trinkets. 

"To be honest, I cried myself to sleep. I'd rather be dead than be doing this. Why were we saved?" Riki asked with slight hesitancy.

"Heeseung and I asked ourselves that every single day since our murder. We were the new kids and well, these two boys weren't exactly fond of us so their plan was to kill us and they were successful. We woke up to this new life and even though I've never been able to come with a clear answer, you'll find out in time. This is a lot. I get it, but you've got each other. This job isn't fun, but you get used to it. The pain isn't even that bad." He left the room almost immediately and went with the others. 

The same scenario repeated once more. Bewildered eyes met the three boys upon their entrance, and paranoia engulfed the three murderers. Heeseung went ahead and peered into the classroom. Shaky legs, check. Nail biting check. Sweat, check. 

"This can't be happening. This isn't real. What if this is a prank?" Sunoo once more waved at them slightly before leaning in towards them. 

"I had fun at the party last night, maybe we can do it again. Or maybe you'd like to rest since I'm sure digging and dragging must be hard work." With innocent eyes, he smiled slyly and gave a head nod to Jungwon and Riki. 

"What's next? I doubt that they'd be willing to get caught up again." It was lunch time, which gave them time to decide on their next move. 

"You go to them. After all, where else would you find your phone?" Riki began to feel into his pockets but found nothing. 

"Damn it." Satisfied, the four left the three kids on their own. 

The clock struck eight when Jungwon knocked on the familiar wooden door which was opened by the oldest school boy. 

"Y-you guys. Why are you here?" 

"We wanted to party like last night but I left my phone here." Jungwon went straight to the nearest bedroom and found his phone comfortably tucked away under a pillow with a recording. 

"Well what do have here? A memory from last night." Sunoo pressed the small play button and let the audio run though. 

"Hurry the hell up will you!" 

"Did you bring your dad's car like I told you? Get on with it." 

"I'm sad it had to come to this." 

"Get them!" Their hands became tightly wrapped around their necks and before they knew it, they had experienced their third death. 

They went back to the familiar lot, repeating the motions and excavating through the hard ground to create a burrow for the bodies. 

"Dump the brown haired one first." When they managed to pat the dirt neatly and move on to the rest of the bodies, they were gone. 

"Huh? Is this the end of the party? But I wanted to have more fun." Sunoo walked out first and showed a small pout while watching terror and horror overtake the players in their presence. Without a thought, the shovel was swung and he came down, falling unconscious. 

"Boooo, all we wanted was to become friends. Is this really it?" Now Riki emerged from the trees, crossing his arms while glancing at Sunoo's body. 

Another swing over took him, but it was time for the final show. 

"Hi! I'm Jungwon and these are my friends Sunoo and Riki. Please treat us well." Jungwon tried to approach them but they instead fled towards the car, struggling to understand what was occurring. 

"Get away you-you ahh!" Jungwon and Sunoo crept from behind while Riki dangled the car keys in front of them. 

"Have a safe ride! Stay safe!" With the final shouts, Heeseung, Jake, Sunghoon and Jay finally left the shadows. 

Jay let out a maniacal laughter, which caused confusion with the three youngest. 

"Good job boys. Good job." Those were the final words he told them before going home. 

As sleep entered their systems, they began to wonder about their actions and Sunghoon's words from two nights before.

Humans themselves were responsible for the consequences. They were complex creatures, sure, but driven by power and greed can betray the good of anyone. They never created the killer. 

Like a cycle, they went at a similar time to the school in the morning only to cause the three boys to break down in tears.

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taglist: @the-moon-lost-in-joy @twntycm  

[flowercrown-bucky]

Walkin’ After Midnight

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Modern!Loki x Reader, Modern!Thor x Reader, Loki x Wanda (Mentioned)

Series Warnings: Cheating, affairs, swearing, legal alcohol consumption, smut later on

Summary: What do you do when you fall in love? Embark on a clandestine affair with their brother, of course.

Prologue | Chapter One

Chapter Two - In which our unwitting lovers take a holiday abroad.

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The first time you ever flew on a plane was just after yourself and Thor had celebrated your one-year anniversary.

It was a family tradition, you'd learnt, to visit their Italian holiday home (Or "summerhouse", as it had initially been described to you) in the summer months, typically in August. You were excited to have been invited, of course. Italy was beautiful, and this was a sign, you later realised, that the family had accepted you as one of their own.

You'd sat on the immense people-carrying jet sandwiched between the two brothers, practically bouncing out of your seat in excitement. Whilst boarding the plane, Loki had dashed ahead, thus securing the window seat, with you in tow, leaving Thor in the aisle seat, despite his heavy protests. You arrived at your destination a few hours later, and following an incident regarding the handle of Frigga's suitcase and Loki's toothbrush, you'd piled your luggage into the Jeep sitting in the car park.

Loki glanced at you as you fanned yourself with your hand, attempting to create a little breeze. He rolled his eyes, endeared by the silly gesture.

You'd become friends over the last year, the three of you spending a lot of time together. It wasn't uncommon to step into your flat and find the brothers with you, eating pizza or squabbling over the correct way to chop onions. Often, you'd get fed up with their bickering, opting to knock their heads together when they became too much.

He'd gotten over his little crush on you a few months after you'd met. He wanted you to be happy, wanted his brother to be happy, and he'd come to realise that he could be friends with you. He'd gotten over you, moved on, started putting himself out there a little. He'd been seeing someone, a little over a month since they'd made it "official". She'd met his mum, met his brother, but somehow he couldn't bring her to meet you. But nevertheless, he was happy.

Most of the time.

There had been just one moment, where he thought he could feel that same sense of belonging he had felt that very first time he'd met you.

It was a Saturday night, and he'd come thought he'd pop by your flat on his way home from his date. They'd set a time for a fourth date, and he was looking for some advice on wether it was the right time to suggest they head back to his flat for drinks and, well, fonduing.

He'd found you curled on the sofa, a tube of pringles on your lap and your eyes glued to the episode of The X-Files playing on the TV. You'd been a little surprised to see him, explaining that Thor was out with his friends, and was everything alright? He'd bashfully said he was looking for some advice from his brother, but that it didn't really matter.

Somehow you'd ended up engaged in an intense game of scrabble, squabbling over wether tnetennba was actually a word.

"There's no fucking way tnetennba is a word, Y/N." He'd argued.

"It is, it is!" You'd replied.

"If it's not in the dictionary, it doesn't count!" He'd waved the small book at you in frustration.

"It's only been recently added, that one is from five years ago!" You'd countered.

And so on and so forth.

You'd both gotten to your feet as you quarrelled, and at some point you'd started waving your hands wildly in his face, trying to physically as well as verbally express your point. Neither of you had noticed how close you'd gotten until you accidentally bumped shoulders. Silence fell over the room, the tension becoming palpable.

Your chest heaved with your heavy breaths, not quite able to bring yourself to look him in the eyes. You weren't sure why.

He took your chin gently between his fingers, lifting your head and forcing you to look at him. Your breath stalled in your throat as his other hand gently traced your cheek.

"Eyelash." His voice dropped almost to a whisper, a low rasp in his throat.

The door opening had sent you both staggering backwards.

The Villa was easily the most beautiful place you'd ever been. The modestly sized rustic farmhouse sat in the southernmost province of Italy, and you thought it was paradise.

The villa, with its white painted bricks, stone floors and wall climbing plants had most certainly captured your heart (Although the aged housekeeper, Elina, had not), but what had truly enraptured you was the beach. Less than a minutes' jog from the villa, you'd truly fallen in love with the immense dunes and rolling white sands.

You spent your days lounging by the pool in the blazing sun, drowning in sunscreen and Aperol Spritz, and your evenings swimming in the ocean, if you could drag Thor down to accompany you.

Loki, too was rather enjoying his time abroad. Holidaying in Italy always meant good food and good drink, and he'd always prided himself on enjoying the finer things life had to offer. He rather enjoyed reading in the shade, enjoying the continental heat without it burning his remarkably pale skin.

What he was rather not enjoying was the crippling insomnia the ridiculously hot nights brought. By nature, he liked the cold, was just fine in temperatures that had other hiding under eleven thermal layers. So, thirty degree nights left him sleepless and endlessly turning in his tangled sheets. Plus, the mosquitos bothered him no end, and the linen curtains he'd hung from the bedposts didn't seem a particularly efficient deterrent.

Sighing, he pushed himself up on his forearms and swung his legs out of the bed, stumbling to the window. He dropped his forearm to the ledge, leaning out of the window. The air outside was not much cooler, but the sea breeze offered a little relief.

A twig breaking made his head snap round. Were those footsteps he could hear?

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a dark figure scurrying by the pool. Slight, smaller than him, smaller than his brother. It was you?

What the hell were you doing?

Grumbling to himself, he pulled on the tshirt he'd earlier discarded on the floor, heading for the door. He couldn't just let you wander off, could he? God knows where you were going, or who you were going to.

He remained a few steps behind you as you walked. Eventually, he realised you were heading for the beach. Were you meeting someone?

You settled between the dunes eventually, stretching your legs out on the sand, staring out at the sea.

"What are you up to, little bird?" He said softly. "Do you have a tendency to go walking after midnight?"

You gasped, turning to see Loki's tall frame standing behind you, his dark hair almost glowing in the reflection of the moon.

"Loki." You replied. "You followed me."

He said nothing, opting instead to sit beside you on the sand. You had one knee hugged into your chest, your skin bronzed from hours in the sun. Your face, he noticed, was free from makeup, your hair pulled away from your face. It suited you, he thought.

You sat together in silence for a while, staring at the sea. The waves rolling and crashing on the shore was relaxing, and the sea breeze was cool on his bare skin. Your proximity to him set him on edge, unnerved him. He wasn't doing anything wrong, he knew, so why did he feel like he was?

"How's things going with, um, err.." You turned to look at him, your voice trailing off.

"Wanda." He finished. "Good."

You looked at him, his handsome face illuminated by the moonlight. Why had he followed you?

Neither of you had spoken about the scrabble incident. You'd thought it best not to, to ignore the tension and the angst that had built between you. But here, with him next to you, shoulder to shoulder?

"We should swim." You broke the silence.

"What?" He turned to you, incredulous, but you'd already taken off. Your footsteps were heavy as they landed on the sand, your top and shorts lying discarded on the beach behind you. He watched as you dived into the water, resurfacing not thirty seconds later.

Sighing, he jogged onto the sand after you, wriggling out of his tshirt and placing it on the sand next to your forgotten clothes.

Seeing where you stood in the water, he waded out, stepping carefully so as not to lose his footing, until he eventually reached where you stood just below shoulder deep in the cool water. Wet tendrils of your hair clung to your neck and back, the water gently lapping at the bare skin of your shoulders. He tried very hard not to stare.

"Beautiful." You murmured, gazing up at the clear sky above you. Where you lived, in the city, there was so much smog that the night sky looked as if it was covered in a thick blanket. Here, you could see so many stars you lost count.

"I know." He found himself unable to tear his eyes away from you. A rock slipped beneath his feet, causing him to stumble, cold water splashing out at your face. You squealed, turning around to spray him with water.

You played in the water for a few minutes, splashing, squealing and giggling in the cool water, almost as if you were children once more.

You looked incredible, Loki thought. Your bare skin glistened, a single droplet of salty water running down the soft skin of your neck, your upper body covered only by your bra. Your breasts heaved as you tried to catch your breath, and he tried very hard not to stare.

What was he doing? What were you doing?

Why were you doing this while your boyfriend, his brother, slept, unaware, in his bed? The bed you should’ve been in? Why was he doing this while his girlfriend was waiting for him back home?

“Loki,” You turned to look at him, the sudden silence uncomfortable. “Have you ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn’t?”

Yes, he thought to himself. You.

Chapter Three - Dream A Little Dream Of Me

[whenyouwishuponadeathstar]

hello, I'm back again!!! so, I was wondering if you'd be comfy writing about how the boys first time trying to initiate the sexy times goes. Not necessarily what happens during, but like, are they shy and do they make the first move? is it a slow realization or is it months of desperately wanting to pin you to the bed? (if you're not comfy writing this kinda stuff, their cuddling style would be cute as an alternative!!!) Thank you for the great content!!! (✿^‿^)

Hi!!! I'm honestly so sorry that this took me so long to write. Normally I don't write this kind of stuff, so I wanted to make sure that it was perfect! Plus I had a few assignments and other projects (😏😏 yes almost all of them including this blog and the upcoming Holiday) that I was working on while writing this.

Anyway! Once again I'm sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy it!

Kylo

• To no one's surprise Kylo wasn't simple.

• In fact he is far from simple.

• You've learned over the course of your relationship that he is the most complex person you've ever meet.

• He craved your touch, and intamancy.

• But he was scared of ever taking things to far.

• What if he ended up hurting you in some way?

• What if he got too attached and it backfired like it always did.

• But you were slowly breaking Kylo out of that habbit.

• He was opening up more.

• He would start initiating physical contact.

• He'd hold your hand, play with your hair, let you rest your head on his shoulder.

• He would do anything to make sure that he got to feel you next to him.

• He just adored you.

• And when he realized how deep that adoration ran. He was terrified.

• It had all started one night when you two were coming home from your weekly date night.

• You were leaning against the counter, looking too damn cute in your favorite sweater.

• "So what do you want to do tonight?"

• He smirked a little at the question and walked over to you.

• He let his hands rest on your waist.

• "I was probably going to finish up a book tonight."

• His answer made you pout.

• "Are you sure you want to finish the book?"

• You started to snake your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

• He could sense what you were thinking, he wasn't concerned until he realized how bad be wanted you too.

• And he panicked.

• He moved out of your grasp and turned his back to you.

• "Yeah I'm sure. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

• He walked past you and right to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

• And all you could do was stand there for a moment.

• Did he really just close the door on you?

• You were about ready to leave as he had implied.

• But you couldn't just leave the man that you were still trying to figure out.

• You carefully approached his door and waited for a second.

• You could hear as Kylo paced around his bedroom.

• "Kylo?"

• You gently knocked on the door and waited as the pacing stopped.

• "I'm not leaving here until you talk to me."

• Hearing that from you flipped everything on it's head.

• He paused.

• God he wanted you, more than anything.

• But he was willing to let that go because of a few passed experiences?

• He slowly opened the door and saw you standing there with that sweet smile of yours.

• He felt guilty that he still couldn't talk to you about his feelings. Especially when he preached communication and understanding to his brothers if they needed advice.

• "Do you still want me to leave?"

• Kylo thought for a moment and shook his head.

• "No."

• He opened up the door for you and let you step inside.

• He reached out for you and held you in his arms.

• What had he been thinking? He was always safe with you.

Ben

• To put it simply you wouldn't have been Ben's first.

• So he was quite confident in his skills

• He figured that when it came time he would know what he was doing.

• But he would be wrong.

• Ben had never really been in a relationship, or at least one like this.

• One that was based on your emotional connection rather than sexual attraction.

• You made him laugh, and gave him butterflies when you smiled. You made him want to be a better person.

• Falling in love with you had been the easiest thing he had done in his whole life.

• Which is why he felt intimidated.

• He couldn't just whip out his old tricks.

• Because this would be different.

• It was you.

• A person Ben genuinely cared about.

• So Ben was soft in his approach.

• He'd test the waters before diving into anything.

• Resting his hand on your tigh.

• Pulling you closer when he was holding you.

• Kissing you with more passion.

• But on the other hand he NEVER wanted to push you.

• So if you ever seemed uncomfortable with any of his actions he would immediately stop and apologize profusely.

• It was also around then you started to realize what he could've been hinting at.

• And as much as you wanted to be with Ben, you were worried.

• You knew the moment that you two started talking that he wasn't what most people would consider to be "innocent".

• Even if you had seen the softer side of Ben, there was no escaping his reputation.

• And boy does he have a reputation.

• What if he lost interest in you?

• What if this is what he wanted and after he got it he dropped you without a second thought?

• You hated that you were even thinking about that but it was a genuine concern of your's. You didn't want to get hurt.

• You two were back at his place in his bedroom, laying on his bed holding each other at the end of a long week.

• His fingers brushed against your side, which yes felt nice but set you on high alert.

• You sat up immediately, which sent panic through him.

• "Hey I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomforta-"

• "No it's fine. I just-"

• You didn't really want to fess up to your feelings.

• "You just what Babe?" He asked reaching out and touching your face.

• "I- I don't want you to get bored of me."

• You could see the hurt in his eyes as you said that.

• "I could never get bored of you. Y/N, I love you."

• "Promise?"

• He smiled and held out his pinkie.

• "Promise."

• You wrapped your pinkie around his as he leaned in for a chaste kiss.

• "Now since we're alone..."

• He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

• You couldn't stop yourself from laughing.

• "Oh shut up and come here."

Matt

• Let's make one thing clear.

• Matt is a precious boy that needs to be protected.

• Let it also be known that he is trying his best.

• You two had been together for a long time at this point.

• And things were going great.

• Recently he would dare say that things were amazing.

• But it felt like something more was starting to brew between you two.

• And it was freaking Matt out that he couldn't figure it out what it was.

• Well until you spent the day with his family.

• Because Ben and Kylo of all people were able to figure it out.

• When you went home after the days festivities they sat the youngest brother down and decided to have a talk.

• "When are you going to sleep with her?"

• The question almost made Matt fall out of his chair.

• "Jesus Christ Ben. We've talked about this."

• "It's a genuine question Kylo!"

• That's when Matt admitted to them that, no. No you guys hadn't slept together. And if he was honest he was nervous.

• He really liked you and the last thing he wanted was to ruin or disturb what you guys had going.

• His brothers did give him some advice, one better at it than the other.

• "Just talk with her. Make sure that she's comfortable and it's something that she wants just as much as you do."

• "And remember girls love foreplay."

• "Can you shut the fuck up Ben?"

• After the little pep talk he felt like he could do anything. So the next time that it was just you two alone he felt confident...

• Until you two were sitting on the couch side by side and he was holding your hand.

• "Did you know amoebas have to reproduce asexually?"

• The question just popped out of his mouth before he could stop it. To put it lightly you were confused by the outburst, but decided to just nod.

• "Yeah. Why?"

• "I just think it's fascinating that there are all these different life forms and there are allthesedifferentwaysthatanimalsreproduceyouknowandsomejustdoitforpleasureorlovelikehumansisntthatwild?"

• You got lost in his rambling. But you think that you were able to decipher it.

• After all he rambled about all the muscles in the human face when he wanted to kiss you for first time.

• Or how seahorses mate for life when he wanted to say "I love you"

• And based on those past experiences you were able to tell what he was asking rather quickly.

• You thought about it for a moment. You loved him, more than anything.

• And when you glanced over to Matt you knew that he would never do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

• "Yes."

• Matt was confused.

• "Yes?"

• "I'm saying that yes. I want to do this with you."

• "Are you sure? Because if you don't want to then we don't have to. I don't want to mess up what we have-"

• You smiled as your favorite dork started to ramble and get in his own head about this.

• You cut him off by squeezing his hand and giving him a kiss.

• "Yes I'm sure."