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Small Miracles for BHF23: Silent Night
Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying. After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down. Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself. But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living⊠he's a walker.
#bethyl fanfiction#bethyl holidays fest 2023#bhf23#prompt: silent night#christmas prompt#multichapter fic#beth greene lives#team delusional#beth greene/daryl dixon#beth/daryl
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arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what heâs reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as heâs asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.
the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelotâs library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlinâs eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc heâs gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that theyâre cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big âfuck youâ to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.
#merlin and arthur are of course at each others side in the end#merlin is curled up with arthur in their bed and says a silent thank you to his king for saving him#arthur returns the sentiment wholeheartedly#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#fic idea#fanfic#fanfiction#headcanon#hc#head canon#merthur prompt#i have my own hc of fate vs destiny in bbc merlin and i like to incorporate that into everything i write#but then i realize that not everyone thinks that way lmao#i like to think that destiny is unavoidable. merlin and arthur are destined to form albion and lead it together#i think fate is like a fragile version of destiny#i think most people are tied to fate and will follow what they are fated to do unless those who arent tied down by fate change course#like i hc that seers are able to see the potential future of what is to happen should they not interfere#and the goddess leaves it up to them to choose. so like seers arent tied down by fate and can change the course of history#since merlin is literally magic incarnate i also think he isnt tied down by fate and can act to change things#kilgharrah told merlin the prophecy that would result in the dragon getting free and ending the pendragon line#and since merlin never got close w like any druids or magic users. no one told him the inner workings of fate vs destiny#so he listened to the dragons warnings dooming him to fulfill the prophecy that brought about one of the worst possible futures#bc the dragon was salty about his whole species being eradicated by uther and vowed to destroy the pendragon line#omg im ranting okay post over thank you and good night
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"The flames persist and so do I." I SOMEHOW FINISHED DAY THREE OF @byler-week BEFORE THE DAY ENDED FOR ME?? Idk how but I did! A couple of my favorite panels of the week are in this set, so I hope you all enjoy it <3 Today's Prompts were: Defeated, Berry, Picking, Purple/Black color scheme Part One || Part Two
#cadetart#I think the reason it took me longer today#is because I had to relive both the airport scene AND the rink-o-mania fight scene to get references for this prompt#my brain subconsciously needed time to decompress#also to the real ones running @byler-week: if it is night were you all live like it is for me#I am so sorry for the late tag LOL hope ur device is on silent idk :-P#also also shoutout to the one person who gets the fire emblem reference I snuck into the writing you are my goat frfr#anyway im gonna go collapse now see you all later#byler#bylerweek#bylerweek2024#byler nation#byler fanart#stranger things#mike wheeler#will byers
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I canât stop thinking about a poisoned Arthur, whoâs not sick with just any poison. Maybe heâs hit by someone with magic and he has no collateral effects, except that of his body slowly dying.
It doesnât matter if takes years or months or weeks or days, Arthur knows that one day, he will die. He does not get weaker or unable to do things, he just dissipates, and he knows the moment when heâll be forever gone.
Everybody knows.
Although, there is a cure to his poisoned body, the only one, but Arthur refuses to take it.
Because if he cures himself of the deadly poison, the price to pay is too high:
he will forever forget the person he loves the most, and will never be able to love them again. His memory will be wiped out each time it comes back.
And Arthur doesnât want to forget Merlin.
Arthur would rather die in the knowledge that he loves him and has known him, than live a life without Merlin by his side, and without his love and care.
#but imagine the fucking big reveal where everyone thinks âoh it must be because he doesnât want to forget the queenâ#and then bam#once he actually cured himself because merlin will probably find a way#itâs actually him who he forgets#and uuuuh i will write this one day#because i like angst and you can do nothing about it#but like imagine the stupor on everyoneâs faces when itâs actually merlin who arthur forgets#and like arthur has a moment of clarity before he drinks the cure thag perhaps merlin has put in his drink even if arthur forbade him#to cure him#and arthurâs something like#what did you do?#and merlin is in the verge of crying#and itâs nothing big or spectacular just them in arthurâs chambers hit by the soft morning light still in their night clothes#and theyâre standing one feet apart yet they had never been that far away#and merlin simply says âi know i should have respected your choice#but tell me you wouldnât have done the same if you were meâ#because they canât live without the other#either they die together or give up everything they had ever known to be with each other and arthur knows this he understands and nods#nothing more he just stands there crying silently#and hugs merlin for the last time and whispers#âhold meâ#merthur#merlin#arthur pendragon#bbc merlin#merlin bbc#arthur x merlin#fanfic prompt#merlin fanfic#fic ideas
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Sharing earbuds
#little Shadisper sketch I did#sharing earbuds is always such a cute prompt#if you zoom in really close#and decipher my horrible handwriting#you can see what they're listening to#(honestly shouldn't be much of a surprise lol)#shadisper#silent night#shadow x whisper#my ship#ship art#shadow the hedgehog#whisper the wolf#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sonic posting
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Hehe
Nigel with a lotus flower
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Snow and Speech
Summary:
Izuna knows what he wants.
But how does he get it?
Rating: Mature Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Uchiha Hikaku/Uchiha Izuna/Senju Tobirama Word Count: 982 (Complete)
Entry for Naruto Polyamory Appreciation 2022 @polyam-narutoâ
Bells / Silent night
An impossibility is just a possibility you don't understand yet. â Matt Haig, A Boy Called Christmas
Izuna climbs the steps of the temple, using chakra in order to leave the snow undisturbed.
The night is cold and lonely, but the moon is bright enough for him to see where he's going, even without the Sharingan.
The water in the chĆzubachi has frozen over, but a quick katon takes care of that and Izuna relishes the warmth as he washes his hands. The touch of water to his lips feels like the breath of the divine, and he lets it run out of his cupped palms with respect. The sound of his coin in the saisen-bako is hollow, expected since this shrine is not a popular one, but the bell chimes sweetly, echoing in the still mountain air.
Izuna bows and claps his hands, holding his wish in his mind as he invokes the gods.
Silence creeps back into the world but not his heart, for that is all too full of emotion.
Read the rest on AO3.
#PolyamNarutoAppreciation#December | All Prompts#December | Bells#December | Silent night#December | Matt Haig Prompt#Phlebas Writes#Naruto#fanfiction#Story: Snow and Speech#Series: Love is a Hearth Fire#Uchiha Hikaku/Uchiha Izuna/Senju Tobirama#Uchiha Hikaku#Uchiha Izuna#Senju Tobirama#okay to reblog
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âSo what now?â
ïżŒThe bat was nervous, though they were trying not to let it show.
Muscles in their neck tense and breath sharp, like they were prepared for a fight.
âThat wonât do..â
Danny cautiously glided until they were face to face.
âNow..?â Danny chuckled as he lifted the vignetteâs knuckles gently to his mouth, âWe talk. Get to know each other, redraw the maps we once had.â
A gentle kiss to their hands had a blush rise on their face.
âWe have all of your life to figure out what we will do when the time comes. If you join me, than I shall be ecstatic, though a bit broken over what you would go through.â
The taste of shock that filled the air as he pulled his coremate into a dip was divine.
âAnd if you donât I wonât mind,â
The heroâs breath stuttered as he brought their faces within an inch apart.
âI am infinite love, I have nothing but time on my hands. If you reincarnate than it just means I have another reason to fall in love with my soulmate again.â
Danny Phantom x DC Prompt #7
Danny after entering the portal continues aging until his powers stabilize in his 20s. After that point, he stops aging and become significantly harder to kill as his body has reached an equilibrium. He lives out his life with his friends and family until they all pass away. He gently watches over their family bloodlines while occasionally establishing a life for himself in the world.
One day Danny falls in love with a man and they live together. Danny has never felt so at peace before. He goes to the ghost zone and asks about it to find out that a ghost is most at peace with their soulmate (a rare occurrence and find). He tells everything to his lover and they live the rest of his lives life together. Only to be separated at death and his love doesn't become a ghost.
Years later Danny finds his love reincarnated again and they fall in love again. Only for Danny to lose him to a violent crime. Still his love doesn't become a ghost and reincarnated. The love keeps reincarnating and Danny keeps meeting him. Until finally in the newest life, his love is a superhero (one of the Bats) and when they meet Danny they decide to investigate. The more they investigate and discover Danny's past, the more they remember past lives. Once it becomes fully revealed to them, they hunt Danny down crying and kiss him. Danny having only just met his soulmate is both understandably consider and very pleased.
After so many centuries, they finally find a way for the shouldn't to be immortal without resulting in bad methods or something that can threaten their health and live happily ever after.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp crossover#dp x dc#dpxdc#reincarnated au#immortal au#bruce wayne x danny fenton#dc#dead serious#brain dead#deadonmain#ghost circus#dead of night#danny x duke#cas x Danny#dead silent#?#idk those two ship names#tried to make it vague on purpose#writing prompt#shipping#writting prompt
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© â ' late night moments with skz !
âș đč . genre: this is just sleepy fluff <3 some of the boys get kind of emotional.
âș đč . a/n: happy binnie day!! <3 to this day, these are some of my favorite hcs i've ever written so i hope you enjoy! (early morning moments with them right here <3)
đৠchan đৠ- 2:34 am
âDo you think Berry misses me sometimes?â He mumbles into your lap, voice full of sleep as you gently massage his scalp. Looking down at him, your eyes soften when he hugs your middle and hides his face in your stomach which prompts your other hand to begin tracing his features softly.
âOf course, she does, baby.â Chan almost purrs in response and your heart melts at the sight, managing to contain the sudden urge to squish his cheeks together. âRemember how excited she was the last time you visited? She was jumping, running around you and never left your side the whole time you were there.â
A moment passes and then two with no response from your boyfriend and thatâs when you realize, by his even breathing, that he finally fell asleep.
You smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead, whispering a sincere I love you in his ear, not stopping your massage.
Sleeps like this, in your lap, until youâre sure heâs asleep for good before you slowly move him into a more comfortable position and wrap his whole body in a blanket burrito.
đৠminho đৠ- 11:59 pm
âHug me, Iâm cold!â
You hear him groan before he turns over to face you, grumbling under his breath as he envelopes your body in a big hug and begins to squeeze the life out of you. All out of love, of course.
âBetter now?â âMinho, I canât breathe!â
Doesnât let go but does tilt your head up to look into your eyes and the love you see as you stare back almost has you in tears. A sleepy smile makes its way onto his lips and thatâs when you manage to loosen his grip by wiggling into his arms, wasting no time as you begin to plant open-mouthed kisses all over his face.
His smile widens until giggles escape him, loving the way your lips feel on his skin as he lets you do whatever you want until youâre satisfied. When you finally reach his lips but donât linger for as long as heâd like, instead kissing them repeatedly while also giggling, he takes matters into his own hands and kisses you deeply while still keeping the initial softness of your previous ones.
đৠchangbin đৠ- 3:47 am
You toss and turn in the sheets for what feels like the millionth time before finally giving up with a frustrated sigh. âBinnie, I canât sleep.â
âMe neither.â The response comes instantly and you sit up on your elbows to find him staring at the ceiling, visibly exhausted. You frown, scooting closer to hug him by the middle and rest your chin on his chest.
âEverything okay?â
Your soft voice prompts him to let it all out, to rant about work and his daily struggles at a fast pace that you can barely keep up with. When his voice quivers, you look up and plant comforting kisses on his neck and jaw, one hand gently massaging his chest through his nightshirt.
When heâs done and his speech slows down, Changbin moves to hide his face in your hair, muscular arms wrapping around your body to bring you closer, almost like he wanted to morph your bodies together. Being one with the love of your life sounded great right now â to be able to take all of his pain and discomfort so that heâll always be happy and healthy was something you dreamt about often. Unfortunately, until that was possible, you hoped from the bottom of your heart that what youâre able to do right now is enough.
đৠhyunjin đৠ- 1:08 am
âForget worms, would you still love me if I was a deadly shark?â
Hyunjin looks up from his phone, flabbergasted, just to find you already looking at him. Heâs silent, waiting for you to elaborate but when you donât, he sighs and gives in. âDarling, what the hell are you talking about?â
You roll your eyes, cuddling closer as you place your head in the crock of his neck to inhale his comforting scent. His arms pull you closer instantly, phone long forgotten. âThis hypothetical situation, Jinnie, is critical for our relationship. Please take it seriously.â
Is confused the whole time as you ramble on and on about your âhypothetical situationâ that at some point, having had enough, he just turns his back to you and gets comfortable on his other side.
When you follow him and throw a leg over his body, continuing on while drawing patterns onto his back, he swiftly turns around to hover over you, pinning you to the mattress. Your eyes meet and for a second, you think heâs going to kiss you until your dream is shattered as he begins tickling you mercilessly instead. A tickle war starts that leaves you both breathless and laughing well into the night.
đৠjisung đৠ- 1:56 am
âWhen youâre away and I miss you, I spray this pillow with your cologne and cuddle it as I would cuddle you.â
Jisungâs eyes widen slightly as you speak against his lips, the lingering sadness in your tone pulling at his heartstrings in an unpleasant way. Youâre face to face, staring lovingly at each other while talking in hushed voices about everything that comes to mind.
He knows that at this time during the night, he gets all soft and mushy but he wasnât expecting to cry this soon. You were so good to him, his own angel on earth that would wait for him for as long as it was needed. You deserved so much better.
Gently cupping your cheek, you lean into his touch and close your eyes in contentment, and he bites his tongue to stop himself from crying. âIâm sorry, baby.â
His voice is shaky so without a word, you cuddle closer, burying your head in his chest and holding him tighter while also kissing his covered chest. âSorry? Sorry for what? Donât be silly, Ji. Your love makes all this waiting around worth it every single time.â
đৠfelix đৠ- 4:02 am
âWait, what? She said that to you?â Felix asks, voice loud in disbelief as the hand that was combing through your hair stops momentarily.
You nod, looking up at him from where youâre resting your head, on his abs, the bare skin warm and soft under your touch. âYes! I have receipts, hold on.â
As you scramble out of bed to get your phone from where it's charging, Felix canât help but smile as his eyes are completely focused on you and nothing else. He always thought you were the most beautiful like this â bare-faced, with your hair slightly messy and missing that furrow between your brows that appeared during the day.
Vulnerable and oh-so cuddly during the late hours of the night, and early hours of the morning you sometimes spent with him, talking, kissing and laughing until the sun rose again to announce another new day.
When you came back to bed, Felix was resting with his back against the headboard and the position allowed him to pull you flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you showed him your phone. It was the domesticity he always craved for which he hoped would never end. That you and him like this never ended.
đৠseungmin đৠ- 12:32 am
Taking another peek at the bedside clock, you canât help but sigh as the red digits glare at you, almost mockingly. Youâve been in bed for hours now and youâre still as awake as you were back then too. It was infuriating, and you were this close to actually crying in frustration.
Almost as if sensing your low mood, Seungmin turns on his side to face you. âEverything okay?â
You shake your head and bury your head in the warm pillow. âI canât sleep, Minnie. Will you sing to me, please?â
His arms come around you to bring your back to his chest, successfully luring you into being the little spoon, which to be honest, you didnât mind one bit right now. He places a kiss on your cheek, and with one hand softly massaging your hip, he starts humming. Not a lullaby, but one of the groupâs title tracks.
When you glare at him over your shoulder, he grins and stifles a chuckle before starting to sing a proper lullaby. Just as suspected â his dreamy voice does have magical powers and youâre asleep in less than five minutes. Or maybe it's the way he holds you so closely and the occasional kiss on the top of your head that does the trick. Either way, you have to let Felix know asap. He owes you 20$.
đৠjeongin đৠ- 11:45 pm
âBlanket thief.â He complains, however, thereâs no real malice in his tone as you roll around into a blanket burrito and leave him completely exposed to all the monsters that come out at night, laughing loudly.
You donât see him, but he rolls his eyes, trying to appear annoyed as he hides his growing smile. âCome here, baby, letâs share.â
When you shake your head no, still giggling in your pillow, Jeongin takes matters into his own hands, literally, and lifts you up by the waist to trap you into his tight embrace, which causes you to shriek and laugh again. He soon joins in and your laughter fills the tiny room as you begin wrestling for the blanket.
âCome on, be reasonable, thereâs enough blanket for the both of us.â âNo.â âY/n.â âBut Jeongin, the monsters â â ,âIâll beat them up! Now, come here!â
Somehow, he manages to convince you to share and you fall asleep cuddling while watching youtube videos, with his soft voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But during the night, he still ends up uncovered and because heâs petty, he pretends to fall out of bed and says that the monsters got to him because of you and your selfish nature he canât help but still love so much!
#stray kids#skz#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#skz headcanons#stray kids headcanons#stray kids imagines#stray kids fluff#stray kids fanfic#skz fluff#bang chan x reader#lee know x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#han jisung x reader#felix x reader#seungmin x reader#jeongin x reader
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Which one is in Danger?
Part 2
DCxDP Prompt/Drabbles
Part 1
"We have your son."
Bruce was expecting a very normal day. If you consider having to deal with the chaos of his children and being a vigilante at night as normal.
But nonetheless, a very simple day of his normal routine and once a week dinner with his family.
Only to be broken by a phone call by someone stating that his son has been kidnapped.
Bruce didn't answer right away, he was mentally counting his sons who, are all counted for, are on the dinner table.
"Which one?" Bruce eyed each of his sons and counted them again just to be sure.
"Timothy Drake-Wayne."
Bruce immediately eyed Tim who was sitting in between Jason and Cass.
Tim's here.
Then who's the one being kidnapped?
"Bruce?" Dick spoke up, thinking that something was wrong the way Bruce was looking at all of them.
Bruce slightly waved at Dick, telling him to calm down first. "What do you want?"
Dick's question seemed to catch everyone's attention since they were all looking at Bruce now.
"Two Million. Or he gets it."
A standard threat. The kind he was expecting.
"Can I speak to my son?" This earned confused looks of his children and Bruce waved them off gesturing that it was not what they were thinking about.
"Alright kid," The kidnapper from the other said grunted, almost sounding smug. "Say hello to Daddy."
Bruce could hear heavy breathing, almost sounding like a grunt. It made Bruce slightly worried. "...Tim?" Bruce decided to speak first. "Tim, Are you okay?" And Bruce hopes that he is.
A soft grunt responded. "Hi." A croaked voice managed to respond. It sounded young. And was punched in the stomach. He should know, almost all of his children had experienced that way.
"Don't worry, chum. I'm getting you out of there." Bruce tried reassuring the kid, worried about what they might do to him. Because this isn't Tim. Tim is right across from him and these kidnappers basically had kidnapped the wrong person.
He gestured to his children, a familiar gesture, for them to head to the cave and suit up. They quickly followed, not without worried glances and confused glances at Bruce's way.
"No.." The kid had said, choked out which made Bruce paused on his step in confusion. It caught his children's attention, stopping as well.
"Uhm...Dad? I'll be fine."
Bruce believed that, for some reason, but it didn't stop his worry. But the next words from the boy made him blink
"Please give me your permission."
"....To what?" Bruce asked confusingly. Permission to what?
"To hurt."
Bruce has raised enough children to know enough about silent words in some part of the sentences without right out saying it.
To hurt them.
The kid is asking permission to hurt his kidnappers.
Bruce should say no and wait for help. Should be saying that help is on the way.
Bruce should say that he'll come and save him.
Now, Bruce doesn't normally follow his gut. It causes too much mystery and had no explanation to either it would be a good thing or a bad thing.
But right now, for once, Bruce would agree with his gut.
"....Alright."
Static came in the phone, like it was losing signal but he could clearly hear the boy voice coming out like an echo.
"Good."
"What the-- AAAHHH!!!"
Beeeepppp
Bruce blinked as he looked down at his phone after the call ended.
.....Should he have not give him permission?
"B? What's wrong? Did something happen?" Dick asked, increasingly worried now as he saw Bruce staring at his phone.
"....Suit up." Bruce concluded. They should find the boy as quickly as possible. "And call an ambulance."
Bruce could see the confused look at everyone's faces as he walked passed them.
"Wait, B!" Duke had spoke up running after Bruce with his siblings. "Was someone hurt? Is it another gang fight?"
"No. The ambulance is for the kidnappers."
".....What??"
: )
Parts: Part 1
#dc x dp#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp recs#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#fic recs#fic finder#dpxdc fic recs#eldritch#eldritch danny
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emergency contact | park sunghoon x reader
prompt: weeks after your breakup, sunghoon finds out that heâs still your emergency contact. pairing: non-idol sunghoon x implied female reader genre: angst with hopeful/happy? ending; second chance romance??; exes to lovers??? word count: 2800 note: iâve had a cute fic idea that i wanted to write foreverâŠbut this is not it. the sad demons have visited me once again. hope yâall enjoy nevertheless and any feedback is much appreciated <3
sunghoon was miserable.Â
it had been three weeks, five days, two hours, and thirty-two minutes since the two of you had gone no contact.
he wished he could say he was happy to be single, that he was no longer âlocked downâ and âwhippedâ as his friends had always called him. but the so-called âfreedomâ felt like hell since it meant losing you.
at first, he kept telling himself that time would heal the pain. âitâs natural,â he had repeated like a mantra, âshe was your best friend and lover for years.â but no, this heartbreak was inhumane. his desire to see you, apologize endlessly, and spend days holding you until you could feel every ounce of his love was gnawing at his soul. if anything, it got worse by the minute.
he had tried so hard to balance work and the rest of his life, using the excuse several times that he was securing this future for your shared life with him. that one day, youâd be able to reap the rewards of his efforts and live comfortably together without stress.
but what was the use of all of that now? the future he had worked so hard to create was ripped out from his hands by no one other than himself.Â
you had accused him of being too busy for you. dates canceled at the last minute, a birthday forgotten, and all the texts left on read had built up to the argument that ended it all. he was always good at fighting, a little too good. he had retorted that you werenât being supportive, and he was never one to sugarcoat his words. his tongue was sharp, and he did nothing to dull its blade.
but there wasnât too much yelling on your part, and he thought that that hurt more. he wanted you to fight back, to stand your ground because he knew deep down that he was being the asshole. his toxic thought was that by you fighting back, this meant that you were still fighting for your relationship. but instead, you just stared with silent tears and a blank expression. seeing the indifference in eyes that had previously held so much love was a sight that would stay with him forever. so, in fear of you leaving, he ran instead.
he was a coward, leaving your shared home to run back to the apartment he had still technically owned but hadnât lived in for more than a year. he locked himself away for a few days, but the realization that you hadnât attempted to contact him burned more than he could put into words. you were done with him. he had hurt you, had the audacity to be the one to run, and now he had lost you.
he had even run from his job. he couldnât stand to walk into the same building he stayed in when he forgot dates with you. his coworkers wouldnât stop asking what happened to him, why he looked so rough. he even found an empty container that had once held lunch you made for him. but his final straw was getting promoted. his first instinct was to call you, but he remembered the sad truth before he could dial. any ounce of pride was washed away with shame in that moment. that same day, he quit without notice.
so there he was: miserable, alone, and unemployed with nothing left to run from but memories. he had spent the last week going through his phone and saving your pictures together in a locked album. he wouldnât dare delete them, but he couldnât stomach looking at you either.
he wished he could get drunk and sleep away the pain. he had tried, he definitely did - but that night, he dreamt of you. you were smiling at first, eyes ever full of love. you were speaking, yet he couldnât hear you. but he could see how your words started to gradually look sadder, and slowly, tears started to fall as your grin dropped. he woke up that next morning crying with the conclusion that he would have to face this heartbreak sober.
but another day of scrolling through albums had stopped abruptly when he saw the notification that changed everything.
SOS i called emergency services from this approximate location after my watch detected a hard fall. you are receiving this message because i have you listed as my emergency contact.
sunghoon had to remind himself to breathe.
he had purchased that watch for you as a âjust becauseâ present months ago. you had complained of bad sleep and he wanted you to use it as a way to track your slumber. he hated seeing you tired. he knew that the watch had a fall detection function, but it had never been used before.
his heart was in his stomach as he went to his favorite contacts page and selected your name for the first time in weeks.
âplease,â he begged, all notion of running away from you leaving his brain, âpick up please.â
but you just werenât answering. so he tried again and again and again.
for a moment while the line attempted to connect, he wondered if this was how he had made you feel for months - desperate for a sliver of attention from him. but instead, he was desperate for a sign of life.
finally, after about two minutes of trying to reach you, his body moved of its own accord. before he knew it, his car keys were in his hands and he was out the door.
the car ride there might have been the worst part. the speed at which he drove at almost defied the laws of physics. other drivers were cursing at him but he wasnât registering anything except the thought of your safety. he just needed to get to you.
why did he run? why didnât he try to talk it out? if he was so afraid of losing you, why did he do the one thing that would guarantee that? he should have been there like he promised to be from the beginning. you would have been safe with him.
when he pulled up to the house you had shared for so long, he suddenly felt the world slow down. why were emergency services there? you shouldâve canceled them by now.
he had to double park as the ambulance was blocking the driveway. why were they here?
the emts and police had arrived at the same time as him, which both increased his anxiety and soothed him. for one, that meant he had been quick enough. but why did you need them?
âsir, do you knowââ an officer had approached him as he stumbled to the front door. all he could understand was your name. why were they asking if he knew you? of course he knew you. you, the love of his life. you, his soulmate by every meaning of the word. you were you. and you were safe.
as if sensing his distress, he felt an emt worker pull him to the side as the same officer prepared to break down the door. seeing this, sunghoon finally returned to his senses.
âw-wait! sorry, i have a key.â sunghoonâs hands were shaking. the only way that door had unlocked was by pure muscle memory because he didnât understand what he was doing at all.
as soon as the door opened, sunghoon tried to step in. finally, he was close to you.Â
the officer, however, pulled him back.
âsir, you should wait here. we need to make an initial search before you can go in.â
âwhat, why? if sheâs in there, i want to seeââ
âsir, itâs just in case we find something we wouldnât want you to see.â
all of sunghoonâs hesitation and fear went out the window at those words. his body flew automatically as he ran inside.
he screamed your name as he rushed in, ignoring the yells of the police officers who followed him in. as it had been for almost four weeks, his only thought was you. he just needed you.
he checked the ground floor first, eyes scanning the open space in less than a second as his body avoided an officer trying to grab him. sunghoon then moved to the staircase, long legs prepared to skip steps to reach you. then suddenly, he heard the voice his ears had been longing for,
âsunghoon?!â
his head shot up. there you were, finally. he saw the sadness, confusion, and fear all flash your face as you registered the emergency workers behind him. you looked exhausted and unruly, but he had never felt more in love.
he didnât even remember climbing the steps, but suddenly he was at the top of the staircase and you were in his arms.Â
you could feel him trembling as he held you. you took his face into your hands to look at him, âsunghoon? whatâs wrong? why are you here? is it my parents? is someone hurt?â you watched as his mouth opened but no words came out. after a few seconds, one of the officers spoke from the bottom of the steps,
âmaâam, we received an alert from your device that a hard fall had occurred.â
suddenly, you understood everything. taking sunghoonâs hand gently, you led him down the stairs, afraid heâd fall from shock. he followed you silently, but his grip tightened seemingly with every step.
thatâs when you noticed your shattered watch on the third step.
you let sunghoon go and you could hear his deep breath when you did. you picked up the watch and offered it up to the officer as an explanation, âiâm sorry officer, it looks like thereâs been a misunderstandingâŠâ
the officer nodded in understanding, and dismissed the emts, âgot it, maâam. we will still need a formal report for our records since this was registered as an emergency call.â he motioned to your couch as he took out a pen and paper.
you reached for sunghoonâs hand once more and led him to sit with you. in the moment, you knew he needed you more than you would ever understand. so, as you explained to the officer, you held his trembling hand, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb.
âi was doing laundry here downstairs and had taken off my watch to prevent it from getting wet,â you recounted, âi put it on top of the basket of clothes that i took upstairs. i remember tripping a little going up the stairs - i didnât fall, but that mustâve been when the watch fell."
"what about your phone, where is it? i'm sure your boyfriend must've tried to call you."
sunghoon slowly nodded at that, turning to look at you. you smiled sheepishly, "i left it upstairs and it was on silent while i folded the clothes. iâm so sorry for the inconvenience.â
after finishing up your statement, the remaining officer prepared to leave. as he walked out the door, he gave a soft smile to the both of you,
âglad to see it was a false alarm, maâam. you had this gentleman quite worried - ran so fast i couldnât even grab him!â the officer laughed, âyou two have a nice day now! sorry about your watch, though!â
after he shut your door, the silence enveloped your home. you closed your eyes and breathed deeply to prepare to speak to your ex-boyfriend. but as soon as you opened them, sunghoon started to cry softly.
he hugged you tighter than he ever had, and soon enough, his face was buried in your neck. his cries were silent, but you could feel his body shaking as his tears soaked your shirt.
âsunghoonâŠâ you started, stroking his back, âiâm sorry i worried you, honey.â
you knew you shouldnât be calling your ex pet names, especially an ex that had run from you without properly ending the relationship. but your heart still held so much love for him that it flowed out naturally. and you knew he was crying from more than just worry, so you doubt he minded at all in the moment.
his crying slowed down as his arms took to loosely wrapping around your waist instead. he pulled away from your neck to rest his forehead on yours. from this angle, you could see his swollen eyes and red nose - a sight so rare in all the years you had dated. he was never a crier after all.
but memories of several late-night conversations rushed your mind. he always said his number one fear was your death, and now you could see he had never lied about that.
he could see your mind go elsewhere so he called your name softly, âdonât say youâre sorry. iâm so happy, these are relieved tears. and i just really, really missed you.â he croaked out. you knew he had more to say, so you just nodded, letting him go on.
âand iâm sorry, baby. for everything. i shouldnât have run, i shouldnât have tried to egg you on to fight me back. i shouldnât have even fought anything you said that night. you were right. i didnât prioritize you. in my attempt to secure you for life, i let you go instead. iâm so sorry, i never wanted to break up.â he was rambling in earnest now, afraid that no words would make you take him back.
you listened quietly as he went on for a few minutes after that, hand continuing to rub his back, âi know honey, i know.â
âbaby, you need to understand that i almost died thinking you almost died today,â you couldâve laughed at how dramatically he spoke, âi couldnât breathe right thinking that our last conversation couldâve been an argument. that you wouldn't have ever known just how deeply i love you and need you. i have so much regret for how i treated you, but if youâd give me the chance, i have all the time in the world to make it up to youâŠletâs go on that vacation i promised you. we can leave tomorrow if youâd like.â he smiled hopefully at you.
âhoon,â his heart soared at the use of his beloved nickname, âwhat do you mean? donât you have work? can you really leave with such short notice?â
âi quit my job.â
âexcuse me?â
âno job that made me work that much is worth it. iâll find one with better work-life balanceâŠafter our vacation. if thatâs what you still want of courseâŠâ he spoke more quietly, as if afraid of rejection.
you sighed. you really should be realistic with this - you two had been broken up for a few weeks at that point. you knew the love was still there, but was this a good decision?
while there was still some hesitation on your part, you couldn't help but notice how gingerly he held you. his arms were still around your waist loosely, yet there was something desperate about their hold. you knew he was holding back from hurting you - you could tell how tightly he wanted to hug you.
he was so shaken up at the idea of you being hurt that he rushed over there despite the two of you not being on speaking terms. for someone who had trouble communicating how he felt sometimes, you knew his actions spoke louder than words. he always acted brave, but there was so much he feared. and you knew losing you was always at the top of this list.
you could also feel how he was simply soaking in the sight of your face. his eyes were shy, yet determined. he wasn't going to risk missing another second of staring at you. a part of you grew conscious, but you knew he was just taking in what he had missed for weeks.
âwhat aboutâŠâ you started and almost giggled at how he perked up, âwe take it slow - another two weeks or so to talk everything out and relax? to get us to a good place again before you hold me hostage in some foreign country?â
sunghoon smiled softly, kissing your forehead. you leaned in naturally to his warmth, to his touch that you missed so much. âthat sounds like a great idea, love.â he spoke, âweâll get you a new watch too. and iâll do all the itinerary planning and packing whenever youâre ready, okay? i love you.â
âokay. and i love you too. canât wait to enjoy your unemployment with you for now!â
one smile and nod from you had him taking you into his arms once more, relishing in your being. he was back where he belonged. he had experienced the scariest reminder ever that he needed you, and sunghoon was never letting you go now.
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in the woods with a couple of masked men
pairing: bucky barnes & steve rogers x female reader
summary: you've been flirting with steve rogers and bucky barnes for a month at the bar you all frequent with your friends, and on Halloween, when you tell them about your fantasy of being chased through the woods by masked men or men, they decide to make it a reality.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), threesome, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), chase kink, mask kink, light bdsm, light degradation, praise kink, light choking, roughness, check-ins, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, sweet girl) aftercare, halloween shenanigans
word count: 3.6k
a/n: this was my idea for my third and final halloween fic this year and i was really disappointed that i ran out of time to do a fully developed version, but i figured i'd put together something short and (hopefully) hot. this still ended up longer than i expected, but it's much shorter than my normal halloween fics so i hope that's ok đ
happy (almost) halloween y'all!! âĄ
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"What do you want for Halloween, pretty girl?"
"I want a masked manâor menâto chase me through the woods and fuck me to within an inch of my life," you answered, a wicked smirk curling the corners of your mouth.Â
Your eyes slid away from the men you were talking to, casting a glance around the dingy dive bar that was more crowded than normal on Halloween night. You cut your eyes back to them and lifted a single shoulder in an apathetic shrug, your smirk still flirting at the edges of your lips.
"Y'know, just what every girl wants for Halloween."
You were talking to Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, who youâd met a month before Halloween. One of their friends had started flirting with one of your friends at the bar you all liked to frequent, and as that relationship blossomed into more than flirting, you started seeing them more.Â
You'd gravitated to the handsome best friends, unable to resist talking to them, drinking with them, commiserating with them as your friends grew more and more flagrant with their public displays of affection. Besides, Bucky and Steve hadn't seemed to mind the way you'd laugh at their jokesâeven the not-so-great onesâor lean against them when you grew tired late into the night.Â
Still, you didn't know what impulse had prompted you to tell them about your deepest, darkest fantasy. It must've been some deadly combination of loneliness and recklessness, and the ease you felt when you were around Steve and Bucky. But you couldnât bring yourself to take it back.Â
Not when the men reacted by sharing a look like they planning something. Just the thought that they might be thinking about indulging your fantasy made you squeeze your thighs together and lean into the heat emanating from them.
Of course, you were also a little chilly, having worn a skimpy little dress as part of your Halloween costume, but you leaned closer to Steve and Bucky in the crowded bar for warmth and to inhale the intoxicating scent of their cologne, which sent more curls of heat dancing through your veins.Â
Without looking away from each other, their arms wrapped around you and they crushed you between their chests while they continued their silent conversation. You waited patiently, soaking up Bucky and Steveâs warmth until they turned to you, matching grins on their faces.
After a hushed conversation and a couple rounds of Steve and Bucky asking, "Are you sure you want this, sweet girl?" you found your friends and told them you were leaving with the men.Â
You told your friends you had your phone on you and promised to keep your location turned on, to check in when you were on your way home. Your friends cackled happily for you and shooed you off with Bucky and Steve.Â
When you got to the woods, Steve and Bucky each slipped on a Ghostface mask. Your breath caught in your lungs when you saw the big, muscled men dressed in all black and wearing the masks, your heart beating faster in your chest as excitement and desire churned in your belly.Â
One of them said they were giving you a 30-second head start, so you turned and bolted into the trees, running as fast as you could to put as much distance between you and them in the short time theyâd given you. But only 10 seconds later, you heard them start to chase you.Â
You didn't have the breath to call out and accuse them of cheating, you were too focused on making the game as hard for them as possible. So you ran harder through the woods, losing them in the spindly trees cast in shades of silvery blue by the light of the moon.
For long moments, you ran without hearing anything behind you. You didn't know if you were truly giving Bucky and Steve a run for their money or if they were playing with you, but you didn't hear them chasing you until your lungs were burning and your legs were aching.Â
All at the same time, you heard a twig snap, the rustle of leaves. A hand snatched at your skimpy little dress, snapping it against your skin when you pulled out of their grasp. A grunt of frustration sounded as a scream welled in your throat, but you couldn't let it loose through your panting, gasping breaths as you ran on.Â
Fingers closed around your wrist and you shrieked in surprise, whirling around to wrench yourself free as you ran, turning to look over your shoulder and catching a glimpse of the eerie white Ghostface mask with its yawning, wide open mouth.Â
That glance you spared for your pursuer would be what got you caughtâthe first time.
With your head turned to look over your shoulder, you didn't see where you were going, and you crashed right into a big, hard chest. You bounced off it with your momentum, but strong arms wound around your waist, holding you pinned to the warm body pressed flush to your curves.
"Got you, baby," came a muffled voice through the mask.
You couldn't for the life of you tell which man it was, whether it was Bucky or Steve. Although, it didnât really matter to you, your body burned with desire for each of them equally.Â
"What're you gonna give me to let you go?â the man taunted, his mask tipping down in such a way that you knew his eyes were dragging down to your cleavage, which was in danger of spilling out over the low neckline of your dress. "C'mon, slut, you look like you know how to please a manâso please me, and I'll let you go."
Arousal swirled through your body at the degrading way he spoke to youâyouâd told Steve and Bucky back at the bar that you liked a little degradation and you were pleased that they were running with it. You couldn't help the impish smirk that spread across your face in response to the manâs filthy request.
"You're right, dirty man, I know exactly what to give you," you purred running your hands down the man's chest and trying to catch his eye through the mask.Â
Staring into the spooky visage of the Ghostface mask, you began lowering yourself to your knees and the man helped guide you down. His hands worked open the front of his jeans, undoing them and pulling out his cock while you settled on the cold, leaf-covered ground.
Without preamble, you sucked the man's half-hard cock into your mouth, relishing the way he groaned above you. His hands cradled your head, petting you idly while you licked along the velvety soft shaft, humming happily as you felt him harden against your tongue. He tasted musky, his scent filling your senses and making you gush with wetness between your thighs.
The manâs moans were loud in the forest as you bobbed on his cock, sucking him harder and faster and pushing him closer to his release. Distantly, you wondered where the other man was, but didn't concern yourself overmuch with it as you focused on making the man in front of your cum.
When you could feel that he was just about to let go, his thick cock throbbing against your tongue, you pulled away and broke free from his hold, leaping to your feet and darting off into the woods. His ferocious, frustrated roar followed you through the trees and you couldn't help the cackling laughter that tumbled from your lips as you ran.
Immediately, you could hear the man crashing through the underbrush after you and you had to wonder if he'd even paused to put his cock away before bolting after you.Â
It seemed you hadnât learned your lesson, because you risked a glance over your shoulder, trying to get a peak of whether he was chasing you with his cock out, and at that moment, a hand reached out and grabbed your arm, towing you into another strong, broad chest.
"What'd you do to him, sweetheart?" came another muffled voice as the second man pinned your back against a tree, caging you in with his thick arms.
You couldn't help but laugh as you told him how you'd left the other man with his cock out and throbbing with need, teetering on the edge of his release. From behind his eerie Ghostface mask, the man in front of you tsked, shaking his head slowly, almost like he pitied you.
"You're gonna pay for that, pretty girl," he murmured in a husky, muffled voice. His hands slid down the sides of your body, making you shiver at the way he groped you softly, reverently. He was cupping your tits and squeezing your hips in a way that made your body hum with heat as he said, "If you're a good girl for me, maybe I'll convince him to go easy on you."
Warm palms skimmed down the outside of your thighs, fingers curling in the hem of your dress before pushing it up higher and higherâŠÂ
You almost wanted to give in, to be good for him. Almost.
Instead, you scoffed, "Yeah, right,â and shoved roughly against the man's muscled chest. Though he barely budged, the movement dislodged his hands from your body and you managed to slip away from him, taking off again into the woods.
The man's loud laughter followed you, which was even more deliciously terrifying than the other man's roar had been.Â
Fleeing from both of the men, you tried to run harder, but you were growing tiredâboth of running and the game.
It was a good thing, then, that you didn't get far.Â
It seemed Bucky and Steve were sick of the game as well, because only a few seconds after the manâs laughter died in the night sky, a large body crashed into your back, tackling you to the forest floor.Â
Whoever caught you wound an arm around your waist and braced a hand against the ground so you didn't get hurt, but you still landed with a soft, "oof," of surprise. The body at your back covered you with its weight, pushing you deeper into the cold, damp leaves blanketing the dirt.
"I'm gonna make you regret leaving me like that, slut," said a gruff, menacing voice in your ear. A hand was pushing up your dress and ripping your panties down your legs while another was fumbling with a zipper, his knuckles grazing your bare ass.Â
The head of a cock grazed your folds, which were drenched with your desire, and your fingers sank into the soft soil beneath you as you arched into him, biting back a desirous moan. The man's hand grabbed your waist, leaning over you so the cold plastic of the Ghostface mask butted into your shoulder.Â
"You good, pretty girl?" he rumbled, his voice gentler as he checked in with you.
Your body, which had been tense an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal, relaxed at the question and you smiled, turning your head to catch the man's eye through the mesh of the mask. You shot him a playful smirk.
"Fuck me hard, filthy man," you purred, arching beneath him and pushing against the hard ridge of his cock so it slid through your slippery folds. "Show me how a dirty little slut like me deserves to be fucked."
The man groaned, shifting his hips so he could sink into your wet heat with one thrust, wringing a cry from your lips as his thick girth stretched your tight cunt. When his hips were pressed flush with your ass, he paused and you both took a moment to breathe and adjust to the feel of him inside your pussy.
You didnât know if the other man had been watching you, timing it perfectly, but it was at that exact moment that he stepped in front of you, dropping down onto his knees as he undid the button and fly of his jeans. He spread his thick thighs and sank down onto his haunches so his cock was level with your face when he pulled it out.Â
"Why don't you show me what that pretty mouth can do, sweet girl," the man cooed, his voice distractingly patronizing even muffled through the mask. "Be a good girl and suck my cock while your pussy gets pounded."
You didn't need any more encouraging than that, lifting yourself up onto your arms so you could lick along the thick ridge on the underside of the man's cock, smirking when he groaned.Â
"Ya like that, perv?" you teased in between pressing wet, suckling kisses to the velvet-wrapped steel of his shaft. "Like getting your cock played with by a slut you caught in the woods?"Â
"Fuck yes," he groaned, cupping your head in his hands and urging you closer to the tip. You wrapped your lips around the head, enjoying the taste of his precum leaking onto your tongue, and sucked him hard. "Oh fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, sweetheart."
You'd planned to tease the man's tip a little longer, but the man behind you seemed to be done letting you adjust to having two cocks in your holes. He pulled his hips back and slammed inside you again, burying his full length in your pussy and pushing you forward, forcing you to take the other man deeper.Â
The cock in your mouth brushed against the back of your throat and you gagged at the unexpected feeling. The man in front of you sat back quickly, pulling free of your lips and letting you suck in air while you coughed and recovered.
"Careful, dickhead," he growled, his voice still muffled through his mask so you couldn't tell whether he was Steve or Bucky. His hands idly stroked the top of your head and you found yourself leaning into the soft gesture.
"Sorry," the other man mumbled, his hands squeezing your hips apologetically.
"No, no, I want it rough," you said in a husky voice, straining your body to get your mouth back on the cock in front of your face. You pressed a kiss to the underside of the man's length, looking up at him from under your lashes. "I told you not to hold backâI want everything you can give me, please.âÂ
"Fuck," the man in front of you grunted at the same time the man behind you groaned, starting to thrust into you slowly, making you feel every inch of his cock dragging along the inside of your pussy. The man who'd spoken stroked his fingers down your cheeks, catching a tear that had escaped when you'd gagged. "You're gonna spoil us, sweet girl, letting us use your pretty holes like that."
"Good," you said firmly, before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, moaning at the taste of him. You couldnât wait to swallow his cum, to be filled of both of them. âThen maybe you guys will do this again with me."
"Fuck yes we will, baby," the man behind you groaned, covering you with his body and pinning you into the forest floor while his hand wrapped loosely around the front of your throat. His mask bumped against your cheek as he spoke in your ear. "We'll fuck you anytime and anywhere you want, pretty girlâall ya gotta do is ask."
A delirious smile curved your lips and you were just about to make some sassy comment, but then he thrust hard into your pussy, wrenching a sharp cry from your mouth as pleasure spiraled through your body. The other man used the opportunity of your parted lips to thrust his cock inside your mouth, careful not to go too deep.Â
Steve and Bucky worked your body in tandem, one of them pinning you to the cold ground and fucking you from behind, while the other held your head steady and fucked your mouth. All you could do was take everything they gave you, never knowing which one was which, moaning as they pushed you to the edge of pleasure.
You were writhing on the ground, your hands grasping at the damp leaves and the thick, jeans-clad thighs of the man in front of you, searching for something to hold onto as your pleasure spiraled higher. You were arching your back to take the cock deeper into your pussy, whining pitifully as you begged wordlessly for your release, unable to control yourself when you were so desperate to cum.
The men must've understood because they hauled you up onto your hand and knees, never removing their cocks from your holes. As they continued to fuck you, they positioned your body so that the man behind you could slip his hand between your thighs and find your needy, aching clit.
"Cum for us, slut," he growled in your ear.Â
The other man thumbed the tears from your cheeks as he pushed his cock deep into your mouth. He'd opened your throat enough for him so you didn't gag too much, but he fucked you through it anyway, until his cock was rubbing against the other man's hand as it bulged in your neck.Â
"Be a good girl, sweetheart, and cum on our cocks," the man in front of you urged, his balls pushing against your chin as he buried himself in your mouth and groaning when your muscles contracted as you swallowed around him. "Wanna feel you scream on my dick."
"Yeah, baby, gotta feel your sweet cunt milk me," the other man groaned into your ear, rubbing your clit unrelentingly while he pounded into you hard enough you could hear the sharp sounds of his hips smacking against your ass. "C'mon, don't you want us to fill your holes with our cumâcum for your masked men, sweet girl.â
You didn't know what tipped you over the edgeâwhether it was the muffled, filthy words or the fingers on your clit, or the pair of cocks ruthlessly fucking your holesâbut something set you off, and you came harder than you ever had before.
A shrieking scream worked its way up inside you, making the man in front of you moan loudly when your throat constricted around his hard length. The man behind you grunted as your pussy clenched on his cock, and he buried himself to the root, moaning at the feel of your inner walls sucking him in deeper.
Pleasure consumed your mind thoroughly, overwhelming you entirely as your body trembled violently. You tried to stay in position for the men, but you knew it was their hands more than your own strength holding you up as the ecstasy of your release wrecked you.
The man in front of you came first, holding your head pinned to his abdomen and spilling his seed down your throat while you swallowed weakly, some of it spilling out around the shaft of his cock and joining the spit and tears making a mess of your face.Â
The other man followed a moment later, pressing his hips flush against your ass and coming with a filthy groan, his mask pressed to your shoulder blade and his arms wrapped around your waist while you felt his cock twitch deep inside you.
In the cold, dark forest on Halloween night, the three of you rode out your pleasure together for long, hazy moments. But when the chill of the air seeped into your cooling skin and you began to shiver, Bucky and Steve pulled themselves free from your body and gathered you up in their strong arms.Â
Together, they helped you stand, fussing around you as they fixed your dress and tugged leaves from your hair. One of them draped a hooded sweatshirt around your shoulders while the other used your discarded panties to clean the mess from between your thighs.
You'd lost track of who was who as they circled around you to clean you up, so even when Steve and Bucky pulled off their Ghostface masks, you didn't know which of them had fucked your mouth and which had fucked your pussy.Â
You didn't care overmuch, it was fun not knowing. Besides, you knew if you asked, they'd tell you which man was which.
"Doing good, pretty girl?" Steve cooed sweetly, dropping his lips to kiss your cheek. His fingers smoothed away the grit of your ruined makeup, making you smile.
"Yeah, so good," you said in a dreamy, breathless voice, catching his eye so he could see the honesty in your gaze when you told him, "Best Halloween ever."Â
Bucky chuckled at your statement and tucked you into his side beneath his arm, turning you in a direction you assumed would bring you back to the car theyâd driven out to the woods.
"Let's get you home, sweet girl," Bucky murmured, brushing a kiss against your temple while Steve slid in on your other side, his arm wrapping around your waist. They held you clutched between their bodies, and you felt nothing but warm, sated and happy. "You've had your halloween fun with your two masked men, now it's time to rest."
"Yes, sir," you said on an exhale. Though you'd been trying for a playful tone, your voice was soft and sweet and you found you meant it. You trusted them to take care of you, and you let your head fall on Steve's shoulder, snuggling into him while you let the best friends guide you back to the car.
Once Bucky had tucked you into his lap on the passengerâs seat, you texted your friends to let them know you were ok while Steve drove you home. The men helped you inside and, at your request, stayed the night, cuddling up with you in your bed.Â
That night, you fell asleep with a smile on your face snuggled between Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes knowing you got what every girl wants (or, at least, what you wanted): some fun in the woods with a couple of masked menâand a Halloween night to remember.
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@burnt-horizons â "I had this random thought for a prompt: ways seventeen made your heart flutter"
â âit's the little things (áŠËâŁËáŠ) loved this prompt!
â§âËâ©ćœĄ includes: fluff fluff fluff!!, can be platonic/romantic, [short] headcanons under the cut.
đȘœ headcanons .á
seungcheol ⥠he's the call me when you get home text whenever you're out. if anybody is making untoward advances towards you, he's quick to pretend to be your boyfriend to ward them off. suggested listening: nothing by bruno major
jeonghan ⥠he keeps an iphone note of all your go-to orders and all your favorite things. he's set your contact to bypass when he's on silent or do not disturb, which means he never misses any of your calls or texts. suggested listening: everybody loves somebody by dean martin
joshua ⥠he's the hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a crowd. he has [mentally] calendared every significant date in your life and he'll want to celebrate every single one, whether in big or small measure. suggested listening: bad by wave to earth
junhui ⥠he'll put his suit jacket over your shoulders if it's cold outside. when you're eating someplace new, he's careful about the food to make sure that you're allergic to nothing in it, the spice level is to your liking, et cetera. suggested listening: plantedinmymind.memo by charlie burg
soonyoung ⥠he has your passport picture in his wallet. whenever he's away, he sends you photos and videos of himself, punctuated with messages to the effect of wish you were here. suggested listening: i like me better by lauv
wonwoo ⥠he's the shared umbrella where he'll let his shoulder get wet so more of the umbrella is over you. you might not take him as the matching type, but he's more than happy to match his video game icons/status/username with you, or to reference you somehow. suggested listening: soft spot by keshi
jihoon ⥠he's the get some sleep text in the middle of the night. there's a lot of things he can't say to your face, so instead, he leaves post-its of all the things he wants you to know. suggested listening: there she goes by the la's
mingyu ⥠he's the type to trade shoes with you when your heels hurt. he has your parents'/siblings' phone numbers saved in his own phone, just in case you ever need to contact them (or he needs to tell them something about you). suggested listening: like the movies by laufey
seokmin ⥠he'll wordlessly maneuver the two of you so you're on the inside of the street. he takes candid photos of you and saves them all to a folder on his phone. suggested listening: hello, you beautiful thing by jason mraz
minghao ⥠he always has a spare hair tie around his wrist for whenever you might need it. he asks for your opinion on his outfits, arguing that your thoughts matter to him. suggested listening: almost (sweet music) by hozier
seungkwan ⥠he lets you have the booth seat at the restaurant. his hugs are always so tight and life-giving, given to you generously; he never, ever pulls away first. suggested listening: no song without you by honne
vernon ⥠he's the facetime calls where the both of you are just doing your own thing. if you mention liking any piece of media, he's already carving out time to read or watch it. suggested listening: stop the world i wanna get off with you by arctic monkeys
chan ⥠he's the wake-up call in the morning when you mention having to be up at a certain time. when you're tired and you can't walk, he'll grumble about it, but he's also crouching down to let you piggy back. suggested listening: baby, you make me crazy by sam smith
#svt imagines#seventeen imagines#svt smau#seventeen smau#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#ââ á”ïżœïżœ ⊠mine#ââ á”ᔠ⊠reqs#[ some fluff to recover from the ANGST ]
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Spacecore ninja floating with some asteroids
#izztreme#harmony warriors#nigel boris#silent night#spacecore#200 drawing prompts#asteroids#just a drawing
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thinking about mean stepbro!rafe catching his cute little stepsis humping away at her pillow late into the night when everyoneâs asleep âටáŒà¶§â
that night was ingrained in the back of rafeâs head as if some twisted fairy carved the image of you rutting helplessly into your pillow within the crevices of his brain
it was all by complete chance. the nightâs breeze gushed through the older cameronâs window awakening him to the seasonable hot hours of darkness- he couldnât even remember what caused him to leave bed; water? needing to use the bathroom?
all that clouded his twisted mind, was walking past your room; his sweet, pure minded step sisters room. the soft little pants and uh uhâs that left your mouth filled the silent air. he almost couldnât believe it, it felt like some perverse wet dream that centred around your poor, naive self
his body moved before his mind, his hand gently creeping up against the door, softly pulling it open- cautious to making no noise to alert his presence. it was art; the sight of seeing you move vigorously against a spare pillow, your hips rocking back and forth as your back arched back, your hands travelling up to pull and squeeze at your clothed tits, your mouth agape as the sinful sounds of pleasure leave your mouth
but the true beauty of it all was when his eyes fell down to your bare pussy, all red and puffy from the constant stimulation. you were so so so wet, you poor thing must have been so achey, so desperate
he would be lying if he said he wasnât tempted, there was nothing he wanted more than to barge in and pound that pretty pussy till you couldnât even remember your own name - but he settled, hiding in the darkness, watching you work at your pillow late into the night. he found his hand travelling down beneath the band of his sweatpants, palming away at his hardon, small pants of pleasure escaping his mouth
you paid no notice to your surroundings completely oblivious to the shadow of the large figure behind your door until you stopped
fuck! had you seen him? has he been caught?
depsite the danger of being caught, rafeâs head peered further inside and god he nearly came at the sight.it was heavenly,the way you took of your corset like top, tits spilling out in an almost pornographic like manner. one of your small hand gliding up your stomach, eventually to come pull and twist at your cute little nipples while the other goes down to rub at your already sensitive pussy
the loud moan that left your mouth went straight to his throbbing cock, dying to be let free and make itself home in your tight cunt. he rushed to pull down his pants and boxers, freeing his large length as his hands fist around it, moving up and down at the same pace you rocked against the pillow
his mind couldnât help but wander what if it was him underneath you instead of the pillow, the zip of his jeans catching against your sore clit just as the edges of the pillow did when you rocked forward and when you rocked back it was the friction against his bulge rather than the fluff of the pillow
he could hear that you were getting closer, your whines becoming higher as you rocked faster and faster, your hand rubbing roughly against your mound prompting him to move his fist faster up and down the length of his cock, leaking with pre cum
a soft series of curses left your mouth as you went into total bliss, hands gripping the side of your bedside table,mouth agape while a high pitched wine left your mouth and as if it was a cue for the tall blonde, he spilled out across the palm of his hand
he wondered if you ever heard the joined pants of the aftermath of both of your highs. he watched you collapse down into the warmth of your bed, the lengths of your hair stuck against your sweaty body as you breathe out, softly panting
god he wishes he could have stayed and watched your pretty pussy throb and clench around nothing but he knew he had pushed his luck already. the images of you and your little cunt plagued his mind as he fell asleep
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the morning after was a blur for you; the early morning rays of sun kissing your skin, waking you up to the quiet twitter of the birds. it was early - way too early for anyone to be up, maybe ward but that seemed unlikely since he had no buisness to attend to roday
so when you went downstairs in nothing but a pair of panties and a bra covered by a thin dressing gown, the last person you expected to see was rafe cameron, the older boy resting his lower back against the counter, mindlessly scrolling on his phone
there was something magnetic about him - the dark blue in his eyes carrying a deep mystery. despite his typical mean,brooding state - barely sparing anyone around him more than a glance, you were always so drawn to him - his roughness; it only made your mind wonder to places they definitely shouldnât be going, especially not about your brother
his hands; so rough and calloused, always adorned with the familiar gold cameron ring gifted by his father. youâd thought about them more often than youâd like to admit, whatâd be like to hold them - intertwining them within yours. you wondered howâd theyâd feel inside you, fitting in you so snug - reaching places inside you that you could only imagine of. the thought of them wrapped tightly around your neck, his fingers inside your mouth, making their way down your thro-
âyour up early, mustâve slept goodâ you look up at him, realising youâd been staring intently at the lengths of his fingers, his voice was husky signalling he mustâve just gotten up aswell
you didnât miss the subtle smirk as he uttered out the end of his sentence. weird you thought but didnât pay it much thought, rafe is rafe. âyeah i guess-â you sigh out, hands softly grazing against the edge of the counter as you moved slightly closer âi mean i went to bed pretty late but itâs fineâ
âyeah?â it was hard to miss his teasing tone, you couldnât help but look down at the ground - feeling small in his presence âand why did you go to bed so lateâ the sudden shift in position nearly startles you, with rafeâs tall figure looming over you, standing impossibly close. you could feel his minty breath coming slowly closer and closer, making your pussy clench around air
you couldnât help but take in his appearance, wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxers which did nothing to hide his quite obvious boner poking at the front of your thigh, hair tussled above the icy blue in his eyes
âjust on-â the quiver in your voice only seemed to push him closer âon my ph- phoneâ you ramble out, hoping this conversation would be over soon enough
and just as he goes to speak, the voice of ward and rose waking up could be heard from downstairs, thank god- but it doesnât stop him from shifting closer, leaning down to your ear â well get to bed earlier-â he drawls out, voice unusually soft and gentle âfâme kayâ he begins to leave but not before placing a sticky kiss on the bottom of your cheek, hands resting dangerously low on your back but quickly glide off at the arrival of the rest of the family, as he rushes his way upstairs
you stood there hot and bothered and all that rested in your mind was the excitement of straddling your pillow tonight hoping it was him;your mean older step brother
#dividers by plutism#outer banks#obx#rafe cameron#obx drabble#rafe cameron core#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron concepts#rafe cameron prompt#stepbro!rafe#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#rafe cameron smut#rafe smut#tw stepcest#rafe imagine#rafe outer banks#rafe x reader
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geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt
OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD
a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers
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warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of getoâs shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesnât do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
geto was a sweet roommate.
heâs always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you werenât even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasnât you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), getoâs firm and abrupt ânoâ was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.
even he wasnât sure when it all started â you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.
itâs not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldnât go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojoâs bright personality or shokoâs satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when youâre hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.
the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shokoâs overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you wouldâve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when youâre begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,
âsuguru, pleaseeâ i wouldnât wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.â
shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, âhelp your poor friend out, suguru.â
gojo torments him to no end. he doesnât regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.
âyeah,â itâs said breathily, softly, âitâs no problem.â
suguru thanked god you hadnât wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didnât need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times heâd think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.
today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when heâd spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before itâs thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasnât gojo, no, heâd wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.
â(y/n), âm going to the store, you wantâŠâ his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.
thereâs a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.
â(y/n)? love? you okay?â
âyâ yeah, iâm fine sugu. what did you say earlier?â
âiâm going to the store. itâs grocery day so iâll be there for a while â need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?â
geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you donât even make a move to open the door.
âno itâs fine, and okay! iâmâ uh, busy with something,â you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, âso iâm sorry i canât help today.â
getoâs disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.
ââs fine, see you later!â thereâs a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but heâs satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, youâre unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.
geto wasnât the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last weekâs load; itâs been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. youâre sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him â always put on when with you â itâs like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.
what would it be like to actually wear it?
the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise youâve never tried that before.
peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that youâre a little lightheaded by the possibility of being getoâs, belonging to geto.
âoh godâŠâ you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. heâd be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.
youâre whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. itâs cute how you donât know thatâs already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommateâs shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.
youâre so entranced by the sensations you donât hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call heâs having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like sheâs definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?
the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed âiâm hanging up, you pervert. iâll talk to you laterââ
setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.
âsuguruâ f-fuck, right thereââ geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door â a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommateâs cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.
your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.
oh, shit.
and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.
fuck, did i say that out loud?
youâre speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like youâve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar â geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man whoâs craved you for so many months. you like it.
âyouâreâ youâre wearing my shirt,â geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.
âyeaâ yeahâŠâ
geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment heâs been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.
suguruâs words is heavy, âyou think youâre cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like thatâŠâ
your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so youâd reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.
âyeah.â itâs so quiet he almost doesnât hear it, âbeen wanting you for a long time.â
your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. youâd probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.
âyeah?â
youâre finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. itâs messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. thereâs a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.
âcâmon, letâs see the mess you made,â you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.
âoh, sheâs so fuckinâ prettyâŠâ your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. itâs clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.
âwanâ you to eat me out, sugu,â youâre mumbling and suguru thinks itâs so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.
getoâs tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.
âsâdamn sweet,â you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesnât let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.
âohâ your fingers, sugu, theyâreââ theyâre so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldnât feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.
âbetter than yours?â he asks with a lopsided smile.
you huff in indignance â not your fault you had shorter fingers, âyeah.â
âiâll make full use of âem, baby,â geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. âtoo much?â
you shake your head, ân-no, justâ feels too good.â
your roommate laughs softly, âprincess is just too sensitive.â
heâs tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon heâs adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, youâre begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.
getoâs pace is routine like his life, but itâs not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. itâs like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldnât mention that out loud, but eros canât possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.
âf-feel so good, mmhâ so deep, suguruâ!â his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him.Â
âya like that? filthy girl,â geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and thereâs that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.
âsuââ you donât even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.
âpatience, sweetheart,â geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. youâre taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. âbut then again, weâve been dancing around each other for too long, now.â
you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs couldâve come true, and yet now youâre tangled up like this in his shirt.
once getoâs underwear comes off, youâre gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. âweâll make it fit, alright?â
you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, âyeah, i trust you to take care of me.â you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. youâre scoffing and pushing at him later, youâre just too tall.
he takes care of you perfectly fine â when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and youâre grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much â geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.
youâre receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like youâ
as his roommate and maybe now, something more.
part two âĄ
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