#putting this at my wall so I can stare at it before sleeping to scare the bad dreams away

[mywritersmind]

DO NOT DISTURB - LN4

summary : In which an early morning surprise comes in the form of Max Verstappen staring at his little sister in his rivals jacket.

listen up : swearing! maxverstappenssister!reader

words : 982

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The constant banging on the door woke me up with a groan. I didn’t think before slipping out of bed, rubbing my eyes and slumping my way to the door to see dare bother me so early. I put the do not disturb on last night!

I twisted the handle, running a hand through my hair and peak my head out. Now, you know that feeling when your stomach drops on a rollarcoater? When you’re driving a little too fast and slam your foot on the break because you are not going to make that light? That feeling that you get when you get caught.

I immediately regret it.

I immediately regret it because my brother is staring at me, his mouth open and his eyes wide. I try to slam the door shut because in my groggy haze, I forgot that i’m not in my room.

The feeling of Lando’s jacket on me suddenly takes over as I scream and push my back against the door. Max fights back instantly, not letting it close as I struggle to hold him off.

“What the fuck!?” He bangs on the door, “Y/n!?”

My eyes go to the bed where a lazy figure sits up, clearly confused until Max pushes the door open, my heels dragging on the floor in a last ditch attempt to stop him.

“Shit.” Is all Lando says, practically falling out of bed and standing up. He’s in pajama pants only and normally I would grin stupidly at his naked chest but i’m pretty sure i’m about to be murdered.

“Yeah, Shit!” Max slams the door behind him as I back away quickly, “Someone better start talking!”

See, I didn’t mean to start hooking up with my brother's rival/friend! But Lando Norris had his eyes set on me and even though at the time I thought it was just for bragging rights or a one night stand, he kept coming back.

“Um…” Lando’s voice is still scratchy from sleep as he looks at me, panicked.

“We’re dating!” I say quickly as Lando’s eyes get wide and he takes a step back. Max steps forward, something new that i’ve never seen on his face. He seems to try to find words, opening and closing his mouth a hundred times with hand gestures to match.

He stops, slapping his hand against his mouth, “I told you to stay away you little-” He screams at Lando and I suddenly wonder if he’s woken up the whole floor.

“I tried but your sisters hot, mate…” This gets Lando slammed up against the wall with a bloody grin on his face.

“Lando!” I scream, not because I'm scared for him, but because he’s being a little shit about it.

He’s wanted to tell Max for months and at times, I did too! Most of our friends our suspicious or completely know but Max is my brother. And a very protective one at that.

Hence, my boyfriend slammed against a wall.

“I will fucking destroy you, Norris.”

“Go ahead, Max. But when you do I want you to imagine me coming home to a Verstappen who really likes and pittys me.” Fucking hell he’s a complete cunt and I have to pretend it’s not hot as hell.

“Will you two stop!?” Is all I say when I see Max genuinely raise a fist! He backs away from Lando and starts pacing. I look at my curly haired who has a cheeky grin on his face. “Shut it.” I mumble and come closer to my brother.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” He looks at me and it’s the first time I realize he might be genuinely hurt.

“I knew you’d react like this.” I cross my arms, getting embarrassed that my big brother is disappointed in me.

“No, I reacted like this because I came to my friend's hotel room only to find my baby sister in his clothes!” Okay so maybe I should have told him earlier…

“It’s my fault, I didn’t want to tell.” Lando cuts in.

“No, don’t.” I groan, hating taking responsibility for my own actions, “Lando wanted to tell you. He did, actually! You both may have been piss drunk but still, he really wanted to.”

“Like me more now?” I can hear the smile in Lando’s voice as my brother blinks.

“No.”

“Anyway!” I eye Lando, “We’re dating. And I know I should have told you and you’re probably pissed-”

“Definitely pissed!” Max cuts in.

“But, I really like him.” I'm actually in love with him but I think that would make Max have a heart attack.

“You.” Max points to Lando who’s eyes widen, “You ever hurt her, Please remember that we have the same job, with the same danger, except i’ve been doing this a lot longer than you. I can play anything off as a track accident.”

Lando’s face drops as he looks to me, “Did he just threaten to kill me?” I smile and nod, “You Verstappens…”

“You threaten him before?”

I nod, “All the time.”

“Good.” Max lets out a dry laugh, walking towards the door. “I’m still pissed so don’t get any ideas about PDA around me, ever!” He pointedly says to Lando. “Ugh ew, I hate you both.”

“Love you too, Maxie.” I say with a smile and a sigh of relief.

“Hey, Max.” Lando walks up behind me and I'm already worried. My brother turns, his hand on the door, “While we’re here… we have another surprise.” Lando slips his hands over his jacket, holding my stomach. I slam my foot on his as he laughs and my brother looks at us with murder in his eyes.

I can’t help but laugh, leaning back into Lando as he holds me tighter. “Go back to your room, he’s a dick, I know!”

Then, Max does something I completely didn’t expect. He smiles.

[goldenstring6123]

a quickie request LISTEN LISTEN HEAR ME OUT…… sylus fingering reader so so so hard and fast with his long ass fingers and you’re arching up in pleasure and he’s breathing into your mouth, hard against your thigh….. 🌚 (sometimes my own thoughts remind me i have no shame 🙏)

Sylus: Putting you to sleep

Warning: 2.3k word Smut, 18+ only! MDNI, AFAB!reader, reader may or may not be the mc, Fingering, Nipple play, slight begging, quickies (?)

Author's note: hehe, this ain't a full blown sex yet but here ya go!

"How long do you plan on staring, sweetie?" the tall silver-haired man lowered his balled fists to his hips, promptly turning towards your figure, which leaned by the doorpost. You dawned on messy hair, a tight black undershirt, and night shorts. It took him no less than a second to piece that you just woke up.

"Couldn't sleep." You stated.

Sylus shifted his weight to the other leg. "Would you like me to do something about it?" sincerely, he offered, yet his ruby red eyes flickering with roguish intent.

"Is there anything you can do?" You can't help but ask. With Sylus offering to aid your sleepless fatigue a million thoughts raced through your mind. He could knock you out to sleep, or maybe he'll ask you to spar with him. Whatever it was, you were ready to turn him down.

"Of course. What kind of lover would I be?" He took his sweet time undoing his wrist wrap; meanwhile, you took your sweet and ample time to approach the boxing ring. Everything else was by far dim apart from that platform.

It was silent. Any sound echoed in the combat room, reverberating against the metal posts and cement walls. It was 2 am, and not a single soul was in sight. You weren't sure if you were scared that you were both alone or at peace because Sylus was with you.

He took off his black undershirt and threw it aside shortly after; he hopped down with a large thud and stood before you, his broad figure looming ominously.

"Sylus?" you called. He moved his hand and flicked his fingers behind you. The only source of light that made you see is now gone. A few seconds more, as you feel Sylus' hands slither around your exposed waist, a silver moonlight peering through the windows turning red.

You wanted to say something, but you dared not do it.

His touch was warm as it dragged against your skin, leaving a stinging heat in its wake. Soon enough, another hand landed on your body and thighs, gliding like paper. Softly, Sylus' fingers traversed the top of your thighs, sliding lower and lower until he grasped the underside of your thigh.

Sylus yanked you closer, your thigh upwards. A muffled gasp erupted from your lips the moment your chest pressed against his torso. The heat that emanated from his body made yours tingle, yet to the touch, it was wet and slippery from the sweat of his workout.

"You're unusually quiet," He whispered against your ear. His teeth nibbled the lobe of your ears. A shiver traveled down your spine, sensitivity only then being realized. You didn't want to reply. You were on a thin thread between tiredness and lasciviousness; you no longer had the energy to deal with other feelings.

Once in a while, it was all right to let Sylus take the lead.

He grinded his body against yours, rubbing every surface of your body. The thin strap of your undershirt falls down to your shoulder as if taunting your partner to pull it off further. Sylus could feel your breasts against his abdomen. Supple and soft, your nipples slowly work themselves against the cloth.

You heard shifting from around you, and you could hear the clothes and cushions gather near your footing. Sylus buried his nose in the crook of your neck, placing a wet kiss near your collarbone. He pushed you back, and you fell onto the soft mattress and fabric. Sylus knelt in between your parted legs, one hand on your knee and one on the side near your waist.

Your chest heaved up and down, cleavage well exposed as your undershirt became more and more rumpled against your body. Your stomach was exposed, and your shorts were rendered practically useless with how you felt, as if you had nothing on. You couldn't help but blame it on your lover as well, his glowing eyes staring at every crevice of your body as he methodically planned on how to devour you.

Sylus didn't want to waste any more time. He took advantage of your parted lips and crashed it against his own. His tongue asked no permission and entered your mouth, the sluggish muscle probing, prodding against your tongue. He tasted like wine. You were intoxicated. He needed to explore you again. As if it was his first time. Grunts escaped his mouth, reverberating as he savored the taste of you.

Your chest burned. It yearned for air, yet the depraving sensation sent your body on edge, sending pulses to your very core. You let out moans as Sylus parted his lips from yours. His hands were back to where it was: on your body. Teasingly, his long fingers slid under the stretchy cloth of your cloth.

He was taking his sweet time. But you were impatient.

You hurriedly lifted your undershirt over your chest, the chilly yet dry air finally blowing on your breasts. You grabbed your lover's big hand and guided it to your left breast, the thing fitting in his grasp all too well. You could see him smile even in the dark. "Don't tease," you demanded.

His hands began to work, to knead. Sylus basked at the feeling of your lithe tits. He brought his mouth lower and lower through the sloppy and wet kisses, from your collarbone to your cleavage, and in one second, he suckled on your breast.

"haah…" You let out, arching your back at the electrifying cold of his tongue against your perked nipple. His tongue flicked up and down, threading lightly on your sensitive tip before sucking. That was enough to make you elicit another moan.

His spare hand traveled lower and lower, this time slipping underneath the garter of your shorts. He used his EVOL again, and the piece of apparel slipped off in one swift motion, leaving you in your underwear.

Two fingers danced on top of your lingerie, circling your pelvis before languidly trailing lower, just above your clit. "Hng…" you could feel the finger brush past it, pressing your entrance lightly through the cloth. "Why do you…Ah—" He flicked at your clit and nibbled at your nipple. "—Keep on teasing?"

He hummed, offering no form of response. His two fingers finally showed some generosity, fully pushing against your clit while ever so slightly rubbing left and right. Your muscles tensed every time he rubbed; you couldn't help but puff out your chest as well, feeding it onto his mouth more.

The rubbing turned circular, fast, rushed, meant to make you nearly scream from the electrical bolts of pressure that traversed from your pussy, down to your legs, up to your breasts, and to your neck. You were trying your best to keep still, but with Sylus playing with you, it seemed like a farfetched goal. "Ah…Mhn!" He pulled his finger away and tore off the last remaining cloth that covered your lower parts.

You felt his fingers glide up and down the inside of your folds, brushing lightly on your entrance while also hitting your clit. He was doing it lightly to slather your own slick across your cunt and let a thick coat of slimy translucent liquid form a thin sheet over it.

You twitched at every sensation— Sylus had always been good with his hands. Be it with a weapon or with you. His long fingers can make you heed his command; at times like these, you let yourself submit. Then, without warning, Sylus slipped his middle finger in your hole, burying it until his knuckles touched your entrance.

"AH?!" Long. His fingers were fucking long!

In some sort of way, when he pierced inside you, it rubbed your g spot, which made you arch your back once more. The finger inside you curled up, pressing against that overly tender and hot walls of flesh that hugged it tightly. Your lover was generous enough to start with shallow thrusts. Yet, you could still hear the crude, squelching noises. As a few seconds pass, his light, shallow thrusts become more and more aggressive, pulling in and out, stretching the ring of your entrance.

Mewls and moans escaped your throat no matter how hard you tried to swallow it in. It did not help that the sounds you were making echoed around the training room, making you hear how you sounded.

Another finger slipped in, and that's when you felt the stretch. Sylus' finger moved in sync, hooking onto that one sport that made you tremble. He scissored his fingers and opened them wide, stretching you out too. The palm of his hand slaps against your skin, imitating a weak slapping sound, yet with it comes the squelch of your juices, overflowing out of your womanhood and trickling down to the mattress.

You gripped the cloth and cushion, hoping it could anchor you down, and it did its job somehow. Waves of pleasure overcame you as he continued to thrust, occasionally rubbing your clit with his thumb. You twisted and turned, even threatening to close your thighs at the sheer pleasure, but Sylus wouldn't let you.

He kissed you in between actions, muffling out your cries and slipping in his tongue without consideration. You were on the verge of your own sanity, the only sensation left being the quick pooling of pleasure at the bottom of your stomach. You were nowhere near your climax when he pulled out of you quickly.

"No! Sylus!" You cried, pushing yourself up to look at him. Under the red light, you saw him move his hand again, and you were suddenly enveloped by the dark mist of his evil, pulling you up and settling you on Sylus's lap.

You rested your arms on his broad shoulders, placing your weight on your knees, which were spread to his side. Slowly, the discharge in your pussy began to trickle down your thigh as nothing was plugging it up.

"Sylus—fingers." You demanded, biting his ear. He happily obliged with your requests, and soon enough, three fingers were pumping up your hole. His movements were erratic, switching between shallow and deep thrusts while simultaneously applying pressure on the tip of his fingers against your G-spot.

Your body twitched, and your eyes watered. To hide your scandalous moans, you kissed Sylus over and over again, him breathing into your mouth as you cried out his name. You could feel his Cock tight against his boxing shorts, yet you didn't want to take it out.

You were more than sure that you couldn't take it. With the state of your body and what your lover was doing to you, you were going to pass out the moment you hit your peak.

Sylus wasn't slowing down. Rougher and rougher, his hands worked with a rigorous desire to help you come. His whole hand was slathered with your juices, his ears filled with your delightful moans, which you failed to hide. His mouth sucked on your breasts, and his nose savored the raw scent of your body. Sylus never gets enough of these, and as much as he would've wanted to pound into it, he was too entranced by the moment.

The tips of your fingers began to heat up, your muscles turning tense as a cold sweat scattered through the back of your neck. Hurriedly, the pleasure pooled in your stomach overwhelmed you, filling you up and churning your core, "Sylus…" You called, almost begging. "I'm close….Mhng!" You throw your head forward, your mouth against his ear, as you no longer hold back your cries of pleasure.

"Ah! Ahnm! Hnng!" You let out.

You felt his thumb rub your clit again, and you bucked your hips forward, his fingers ramming your beloved spot roughly, repeatedly, torturously. You feel yourself well up, the heat in your stomach growing larger and larger the more Sylus rubs your clit. "Sylus…Sylus, Please, Sylus— I'm almost there!" You grabbed onto his hair for dear life, yanking it back before sloppily kissing him.

An electrifying ripple bloomed out from your pussy, making your lower region jolt at his continuous movements. You throw your head back and let out a scream laced with pleasure and desire— You can only see white as your insides throb, clutching onto the fingers that made you feel full.

God, that felt fucking amazing.

As you savored the high of your orgasm, Sylus looked up at you as he pressed his own face against your breast, marveling at the sight of you reaching your peak, reveling the loud and unconcealable thumps of your chest. He kissed your breasts and then your heart, slowly supporting your weight as you come down from your high.

He laid you down on the mattress ever so gently, brushing the sweat-riddled hair that stuck onto your face. Your eyes can't help but flutter shut, still savoring the last remnants of your orgasm. Tiredness washed over your body like the sea crashing onto the shoreline; with it, it brought relaxation and ease.

"Thank you," you whisper as you finally fall asleep.

Using his EVOL for the last time, Sylus gathered the clothes scattered around you and chucked them with his own. His towel from the wooden benches floated, promptly spreading and covering your exposed body. He picked you up, disregarding his own stiff manhood tucked in his pants.

He can deal with that later. For now, he should bring you back to your room and clean you up. The last thing he wants is for you to get sick.

Of course, Sylus didn't do this for free. He never does anything for free. You'd be a fool if you think he did.

Whether you know it or not, he'll make you compensate, and just your luck: he's getting up early tomorrow and more than eager to hear your cries again in the morning.

Author footnotes: With the amount of Sylus smut that I read, I wanted to write him without speaking much, y'know? just focusing on you and not coming up with witty replies to every word you say.Layout by me, using canva premium | Do not repost | Dividers by cafekitsune & me!

[the-medieval-husbands]

It just keeps happening.....

Merlin doesn't know if he wants to stop it, or if he should? And the worst part is Arthur doesn't even notice he's kissed him.

First time:

After dinner, Merlin cleared the plates, then returned to ready the royal clotpole for bed. After making sure he was dressed in his sleep shirt, Arthur simply leaned down and gave him the lightest kiss, turned and started getting into bed, saying goodnight. He could see the moment it clicked in Arthurs head, yet he just kept going. Merlin excused himself and the next morning nobody mentioned it.

Second time:

Before his tournament match against sir chamberlain, Merlin was putting on his armor.

"Please Arthur. You need to listen. Be quick. Don't underestimate him. I watched him train." Merlin pleaded.

Arthur leaned in and cut off any further words with a kiss. "I'll be fine love. Now hand me my sword."

In a daze Merlin retrieves the sword and hands it off, turning back to Around seeing on his face that he again knows what he's done. They need to talk about this but not now. Not before he goes out there. So Arthur nods once, and walks out of the tent.

3rd time :

Duke Bohun would not leave him alone. Everywhere Merlin looked, there he was. Honestly it wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so handsy. The amount of times that Merlin has had to subtly remove himself from groping range is getting out of hand. He's just glad Arthur hadn't seen...... Or well, was glad.

The Duke was seated next to Arthur at the farewell banquet, which meant that while Merlin was ensuring that Arthurs cup was always full, Lord Bohun would have plenty of grab time.

Maybe if he approached from the other side?

As the night wore on, and the wine seated in their stomachs and minds, it also loosened their lips.

"That is a lovely man servant you have there. I don't suppose you'd lend him to me for a night? I promise I'd return him just as I received him." Duke Bohun slurred while leering in his direction.

"Lord Bohun, I don't know how things are done elsewhere. But here in Camelot our servants are people, not objects. We do not give them away, nor lend them for a night." Arthur could feel himself getting more and more angry with every word.

Before the situation could escalate further Merlin out a gentle hand on Arthur shoulder.

Taking that as a sign, Arthur took a deep breath. " If you'll excuse me, I think it's best that I retire for the night." he turns to his man servant "Merlin"

"Coming sire"

No sooner are they in the hall does Arthur have Merlin against a wall and locked in one of the most passionate moments he's ever experienced. Arthur is holding Merlin like he might lose him.

Slowly they part. Merlin strokes the back of Arthurs head gently. As soon as their breathing returns to normal, Arthurs entire body tenses in realization.

Merlin, instead of getting mad gently lifts his head to look at him. They stare intently. He can see how scared Arthur is.

Merlin leans forward, and for the first time, he kisses him.

"It's okay." he gently tugs on the hair on the back of his head. Not hard. Just enough to show that he's in the moment with him.

Arthur smiles.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Tears V

Alexia Putellas x Baby!Reader

Summary: Your birth comes with a lot of complications

TW: *birth complications, premature birth*

It's kind of difficult to do a lot of things with a baby bump.

Alexia hadn't ever thought of it like that before.

Her back aches as she wakes up. Her ankles have swelled. She's craving weird things and waking up in the middle of the night, ready to call her Mami and get her to go to the shop to pick up whatever Alexia feels like she needs.

It had been a difficult choice to make, to put her career on pause to have a baby.

The idea had come out of nowhere, an errant thought that just grew bigger and bigger out of nowhere until it was all Alexia could think about.

A baby.

A little baby.

That's what Alexia focused on now as her eyes flutter open and she rolls over in bed.

For a moment, all is calm and Alexia can listen to the soft chirping of the birds.

In the next moment though, she muffles a scream with her fist.

There's pain in her lower belly and blood all over her sheets.

It's a bit of a blur after that.

There's definitely a call to someone. An ambulance as well but Alexia can barely tell what happened first or even how long it took to get there.

She's in and out, in a lot of pain but completely unaware of what's going on around her.

There's a pressure of a hand in her own as she finally comes to, eyes fluttering open but there's no birds to greet her this time.

Just the steady beeping of a heart monitor and the soft noise of a tv playing.

"Ma-Mami? What...What's going on?"

Eli pushes the hair out of Alexia's face, lips pursed as she pulls her chair closer.

"Ale, sweetheart..."

Alexia looks around, taking in surroundings. She's definitely in a hospital, that much is clear but her head is still fuzzy and not quite fully there.

"Mami, you're scaring me. What's going on?"

There's a panel of glass between you both as Alexia stares.

She's been put in a wheelchair and her doctor insists that she stays there.

It's too soon for her to be walking around and using her stomach muscles to get up.

Too soon after her surgery.

Her uterus ruptured. That's what Alexia was told. That's why she woke up that day with pain and a pool of blood in her bed. Her uterus ruptured and you were in danger.

The words didn't have much of an impact on Alexia. She already felt numb, both physically and mentally.

She'd nearly killed you.

Her uterus ruptured and you didn't have oxygen for who knows how long.

Her uterus ruptured while she was sleeping and you'd had no oxygen for maybe hours on end.

It didn't matter what the doctors told her, that was all Alexia could think of.

You and the lack of oxygen in your small, tiny brain.

You were already a small baby. The doctors present at your scans had talked about it before.

You didn't grow very quickly, on the small end of what you should be.

There had already been cause of concern because of it but now, as Alexia stares through the pane of glass between you both, it's all she can think about.

You're tiny, hooked up to machines and wires and you, somehow, look smaller than all the other premature babies in the NICU.

"I..."

"She's beautiful, Ale," Eli says," So, so beautiful."

"She's sick," Alexia chokes out," Mami, I let her get sick."

"No, Ale," Eli tries to sooth her," No. She's going to be okay. This isn't anything to do with you."

"But it is." The tears are coming now. Alexia hasn't cried since everything happened, hasn't felt anything at all until this moment as she watches you in your incubator.

You don't even have a name yet.

The little identification tag on your incubator just calls you 'The Putellas Baby'.

You don't have a name and you could easily just die in here.

With no name.

"It's all my fault," Alexia says as tears drip down her cheeks onto the clenched fists in her lap," Mami, she's going to die."

There's already a nursery set up for you at home with walls a very soft light purple colour. A little crib with a pastel pink blankie to swaddle you in and a little mobile to sit above you with cute doves that are meant to chirp and sing above your head.

There's a little Barcelona onesie waiting and ready for when Alexia presents you at Barcelona's next home match.

That was meant to be the plan.

A plan that's crashing down as Alexia stares at your struggling form in the incubator in front of her.

"No, no, Ale," Eli says," She's a strong girl, just like her Mami. She's going to be just fine."

It takes ten days after your birth for Alexia to touch you.

Her hands are shaking. Her heart rate is heightened.

"Alright, Mami," The midwife says," We're going to give this little one some kangaroo care. A bit of skin-on-skin should help, alright?"

Alexia's throat bobs uneasily as she swallows. "Yeah, alright."

You seem even tinier in person. You barely weigh anything at all, like a little sheet of paper as you're placed on Alexia's chest.

For a moment, your little face scrunches up in distaste and Alexia freezes.

But you settle a second later and Alexia can feel your soft puff of air against her collarbone.

You're absolutely tiny. Tiny and weak but alive.

Alive and breathing and wholly Alexia's daughter.

Her hand comes up to cup the back of your head, softly stroking the downy hair that's grown there.

"Hola, pequeñita," She whispers as tears threaten to spill from your eyes," I'm your Mami. It's nice to finally meet you."

[chrisbesitos]

Young reader meeting Chris’ parents for the first time and then finding her to be the cutest thing

It was the first time you traveled with Chris to Boston. You met his parents, you were feeling anxious and scared, because what if they don't like you? You chew your nails nervously, staring at the sky through the plane window, Chris notices your anxious state. He massages your shoulder, catching your attention.

"You're gonna hurt yourself doing this." He says, putting your hand down gently. You take a deep and shaky breath, Chris shakes his head, embracing your shoulders and pulling you closer to him. "Why are you so anxious? You're afraid or something?”

"Do you think your parents are gonna like me?" You ask, resting your head on his shoulder. Chris giggles, shaking his head in disbelief.

"My mom already loves you, I can promise you, doll." Chris hugs your body, kissing your forehead. "She texted me asking what you like to eat, she's really excited to meet you and so is my dad.”

"Still nervous, baby, sorry.”

"Don't be, okay? We still have a couple hours since we arrived in Boston, so try to relax and take a nap." He says, closing the window and pulling your hood down, covering your eyes. You chuckle, holding his hand.

"Chris, stop!”

Couple hours later, you arrive in Boston with Chris and his brothers. You sleep for a while, you wake up with Chris shaking your shoulder. Justin, Chris' oldest brother, was there to get you. He's really nice, he says that Chris talks about you all the time when he's home. The drive to their house was enough to make you fall asleep again on Chris' chest, you only woke up when you got there.

"You're so sleepy today." Chris jokes, helping you to get out of the car. You smile lazily, nodding your head and rubbing your eyes. Of course Chris didn't let you carry your bags, even if you feel bad of him carrying everything. "Don't worry, 'kay?" He says to you when you are at the door, he opens and pulls the bags inside. "We're home!”

"Oh, you're finally here!" Marylou says, approaching her son and hugging him. You stay behind them, hiding your hands inside of the sleeves of Chris' hoodie. "You must be Y/N, Chris talks about you all the time.”

"Mom!" Chris protests.

"It's so good to finally meet you, Mrs. Sturniolo." You say, Marylou opens her arms to hug you, your lips lean in a lovely smile.

"You can call me Marylou, sweetheart." She says. Marylou hugs her sons before she moves you towards the kitchen. She shows you the pictures on the walls of the triplets when they were kids and tells the stories about their childhood, Chris protests when Marylou starts to tell the embarrassing stories.

When Jimmy arrives, Chris introduces his girlfriend to his father, she was already comfortable in the house, talking with Marylou about her family and classes on college. You was feeling anxious and nervous, but Chris was totally right, his parents already loves you and treats you so well. Later in the day, you and Chris lay on his bed in his childhood room, your bodies intertwined together, Chris rubbing your back with his fingertips, your head resting on his chest.

"Thank you, baby." You whisper drowsy.

"For what, doll?" Chris asks, frowning his eyebrows.

"For everything, I love you.”

"You don't have to thank me for this." Chris chuckles, he kisses your hair. "I love you, doll.”

꩜ chérie's notes: im finally back 👏👏👏👏 hope you like it this little blurb <3

tags ; @lizzymacdonald06 @deliciousluminaryanchor @lushjunkie @sweetreliever @watercolorskyy @ivysturnss @brianna-grace12 @blahbel668 @gabri3la-sturns @strnlxlqve @stvrnzcherries @unknvhx @pvssychicken @all4l0vee @i4longhairchris @sluttybitchformattsturniolo @sophand4n4 @sturniololetstrip2

[sceletaflores]

can you write a smut fic with mike x reader where he eats you out?? thank you!!

Eating In (It's good for you)

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: mike is a munch always why would i write anything else???

warnings: 18+!!! NSFW!!! MDNI!!! oral sex (f!receving), fingering, squirting (kinda?)

word count: y'all already know 1.3k

authors note: you guys really speak my language. the beginning of this got a lot fluffier than i was expecting lol still filthy though. 18+ content mdni!!! hope you love it anon mwah <333 also pretty sure i flipped flopped between perspectives sorry babies i'm dumb

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it's no secret that mike lives for eating you out. he could live between your thighs if it was up to him, spending hours drawing out those desperate noises from your lips when he does that thing with his tongue that you love.

the feeling of your hands tugging his hair and your thighs tightening around his head because you just feel so good make his eyes roll back in his head every time he thinks about it.

tonight was no exception, but it was a little different.

as soon as the two of you put abby to bed he was on you. pinning you to his bed as you lazily made out, grinding against each other in slow relaxed motions.

“baby,” mike breathes between kisses, “can you do me a favor?”

you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to pull away from kissing mike enough to reply.

mike chuckles against your lips, breaking the kiss to nip teasingly at your lips. “i want you to ride my face.” he whispers dirtily, licking a stripe over your lips.

mike watched as his request sinks in, your eyes widening and mouth dropping open just a bit. “mike…” you whisper, he can hear the hesitation in your voice. he can’t have that.

“come on baby, please?” he pleads, moving his hands to rub soft circles into your hips. “you’ll love it, baby. i’ll make it so good for you.”

mike can see the moment your pupils completely dilate, fully swallowing your iris’. your chest heaving as your adrenaline kicks up.

after a beat, you nod slowly. your soft “okay” barely audible, mike grins like he just won the lottery.

“well hop on baby,” mike says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “we don’t have all night.”

mike pulls away, falling on his back on the bed. laying his laced hands on his stomach, waiting patiently for you to give him what he wants.

he waits as you take a steadying breath, gathering up the courage before you rise up and start to shuffle over to him. mikes hungry eyes watch you swing your leg over his lap, making your way up his body.

you stop short, sitting on his stomach with a timid look. mike places two grounding hands on your hips, squeezing them reassuringly.

“you have to tell me if i’m smothering you or something. i don’t need to accidentally kill you.” your hands fidget with the waist of mikes pants nervously.

“what a way to go.” he says wistfully, a dopey grin on his face.

you let out a small laugh, trying and failing to hide your smile. “you’re such an asshole.” you reply, pinching his chest teasingly. your tone is too fond to hold any actual malice. mike laughs back.

finally, you start to shuffle higher up his torso, but he stops you holding your hips in place. “other way, baby.”

it doesn’t take a lot of brain power to understand what he means. you let out a soft moan, a shiver wracks your body. pleasure zings up your spine at how filthy this is.

it’s a little awkward, but you manage to swing your legs around so you're facing the rest of his bedroom, not just the wall. from this angle, you can see how his dick is tenting the front of his loose sleeping pants, a wet spot forming near the tip.

you still only hover over your boyfriend's face instead of truly sitting, scared of hurting him. mike decides not to say anything, too preoccupied with the view directly in-front of him.

“fuck,” mike whispers hotly, staring up at your clothed pussy makes his dick twitch. baby pink lace darkened by how wet you are. he leans up slightly, running his tongue over the rough lace still covering you.

"shit...mike," you shudder, legs trembling on either side of his head.

mike takes his time, laving his tongue over the soaked lace a few times, reveling in your familiar taste, but his patience wears thin. soon enough he's tugging your panties aside to get at what he really wants before returning them to your hips.

mike moans at the sight of your slick pussy, already so wet from his mouth. he can't help but softly run his pointer finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and using it to circle around your clit.

you moan softly, trying your best to be quiet so abby doesn't wake up.

mike stops his fingers assault on your clit, too eager to chase the sight of your convulsing pussy with his mouth, the tip of his tongue sliding easily through your folds. he groans, rubbing his face between your thighs, no doubt covering his nose and chin in the copious amount of wetness leaking from your pussy. he quickly gets lost in the feeling of tasting you, of licking and sucking at your clit making you moan and whine.

"shit!" you exclaim, pitching forward to steady yourself with your hands flat on his chest. the rough feel of his stubble scratching your inner thighs, most likely leaving red marks on the skin there. you hope it'll leave marks, that you'll be able to feel it every time you walk tomorrow, a reminder of what the two of you did tonight.

by now you're white knuckling the front of his shirt as you frantically circle your hips against his face, the bed squeaking quietly under your movements. mike spurs you on with small smacks to your ass, groaning into your pussy with every pass of his tongue over your fluttering hole.

you can feel the vibrations in mike's throat as he fucks you with his tongue, guttural groans making your thighs shake in an attempt to stay upright.

but it's just too much, the onslaught of his tongue making you forget all about your earlier insecurity, and you fully lower yourself onto his mouth too caught up in your pleasure to even hold yourself up anymore.

mike's eyes widen in surprise at you seating yourself on his face, moaning way too loudly at how hot it is to see you lose control.

"fuck! feels so good, mike," you slur, head hanging down to your chest, hair falling around your face. "mph- mike - ah, ah, ah,"

you realize you're going to come like this, riding mike's face like you're starved for it. you can feel it, the warmth settling deep in your belly. flames licking there way up your body.

mike realizes it too apparently, because he latches his mouth over your clit and plunges two fingers into your clenching pussy, thrusting them in and out quickly.

the lewd squelching noises that fill the room make your cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

“holy fucking shit! mike fuck!” you moan, trying desperately to control your volume. “i’m gonna come, oh fuck.” mike moans in respines, speeding up both his tongue and fingers.

the combination of mike’s tongue rapidly flicking over your clit and thick fingers expertly hitting your g-spot every thrust pushes you over the edge. one final suck to your clit has you coming all over mike’s face. drenching the lower part of his face in your juices and soaking up the dirty groans mike makes as he sucks up every last drop.

mike pulls away from you clit, and takes his fingers out of your pussy to let you come down from your orgasm. kissing across the inside of your thighs as you shake and tremble above him.

after a few shuddering breaths, you lift up and off mike’s face to collapse onto the mattress next to him. the two of you lay next to each other staring up at the ceiling, panting out wet breaths as you come down.

you turn to mike, his lips are slick and red. lower half of his face shining with your come, eyes half-open and hazy. you lift your hand to trial your finger down his body, making your way to the waist of his sleeping pants riding low on his hips showing off his dark happy trail. your hand slides lower to the ever still present hard-on tenting his pants obscenely, rubbing over his erect dick with purpose.

“your turn?”

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❛MR. VAMPIRE❜ ( p. sunghoon )

p. vampireceo!sunghoon x fem!reader w. 1.5k

warnings? oral ( f. receiving ), uprotected sex, biting, mentions of blood

— 𖦹 ( finding out you're your boss is a vampire ) !

authors note. i listened to mr. vampire by itzy and i was inspired✨

“Did you hear the rumors about Mr. park?”

You perk your ears up, listening to your coworkers gossip. “which ones?” it had only been your first week at your new job, and you haven’t had the chance to meet your boss yet — but you’ve heard many things about the man.

“that’s he was a vampire.” Your other coworker laughed, standing around the table of the table in the break room. “a vampire? Come on I’ve heard everything but that’s first.” They laughed as sipped on your water. “Y/n what do you think of Mr. park?” one of them asked. “You think he’s a vampire?”

“we-well I-i don’t believe in vampires so I don’t think he's one.” You fiddled with your lanyard around your neck. “But I did hear he’s is kind of mysterious, maybe he just likes to live a quiet life — b-but I don’t know him so.” You quickly said. “I’m sure he’s great.”

“Yeah?” you heard a voice from behind you — your coworkers gasping before you turned around; the tall man stood in front of you, his skin pale — you can see where the rumor came from; even the pointy teeth; his alluring eyes — you didn’t even notice you were staring until he let out a cough. “your friends left.” You quickly grabbed your trash, throwing it away ready to leave, but he stopped you. “you’re the new employee aren’t you?” he asked. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“m-me? Y-You’ve heard a lot about me?” you pushed your glasses on your face; he smiled, eyeing your figure up and down, making you feel small. “Yeah.” You didn’t notice him getting him getting close. “Not often we get someone as sweet as you.” You were now looking up at him. “I-I’m not sure what you mean sir?”

“don’t worry, many people just said you’re hard working.” He said. “keep up the good work, okay?” you nodded, the walls feeling like they were closing in; you could barely speak, his scent was so intoxicating. “o-okay.” You managed to get out. “I’ll get back to work sir.” He nodded, you squeezed past — you swore his skin was cold to the touch when you accidentally came in touch with his hand. “have a good day sir.” You bowed walking quickly back to your seat able to breathe.

Sunghoon watched you scrambled back to your seat, your friends whispering — “what was that?” “you both looked like you needed a moment alone.” He smiled hearing your shaky voice. “I don’t know; and I must be going crazy because his hand was cold.” You said. “you don’t believe that stupid rumor?” your coworkers laughed. “of course not, it was probably all in my head, vampires aren’t real.” You said, he shook his head, walking back to his office — you could not have been more wrong.

“Hey, you going home?” you saw your coworker putting her coat on. “I have a few more things do.” You pouted. “well good night, don’t try and get home soon.” You hummed, going back to tapping at your computer.

About an hour later, you stretched letting all the tension away, checking the time — you should get home now. You grab all your things ready to; but you see that Mr. parks light is still on. Why was he still here? Most of your old bosses left early. You walked over to his door, ready to knock but the door was slightly open and he was inside, his chair turned — was he talking to someone. “sir?”

He didn’t answer you, but he wasn’t talking on the phone— so maybe he was sleep. “M-mr. park?” you open the door, walking into the room. “Are you okay?” He stood to his feet making you jump a little. “I’m fine.” He turned around — your heart dropping; his eyes red, lips red. “M-mr. park.” You stepped back ready to leave out the door in fear, but he was quicker than you. “why are you so scared?” he heard your heart beating. “yo-you’re a v-vamp” you could barely say anything. “a vampire.” He finished your sentence. “go a head, say it.”

His hand was above your head, your back pressed against the now closed door. “you’re a vampire.” You said. “I wont hurt a pretty thing like you.” He finally got a good whiff of your scent. “a special girl like you.” His hand coming down to your cup your face. “my precious mate.”

“m-mate?” you stuttered, his hand coming down, traveling from to your cheek to your neck, his nail scratching where your neck and shoulder meet. “So sweet I knew it the moment I stepped into the break room this morning.” He whispered. “S-sir, t-this is too much.” You said breathless, your legs feeling weak, his voice and the look he was giving you made a shiver run your spine, down to your core. “you feel it don’t you.” He took a deep inhale. “I can smell you darling.”

He took it upon himself to close the inch gap you placed by your hand — grabbing your wrist, kissing your lips, the metallic taste of blood on your tongue, you moaned into the kiss, he let your hand go, picking you up by your thighs, carrying over to his desk — the blood bag on his desk. “I got some much sweeter baby.” He pushed your skirt up to your waist. “so sweet baby.” He sunk down to his knees, smelling your sweet scent. “fuck baby you’re soaked.” His teeth scrapped your thighs. “s-sir.” You whined.

“sunghoon.” He kissed your clothed cunt. “say my name sweetheart.” You moaned out. “Su-sunghoon.” He smiled. “good girl.” He pulled your panties to the side. “fu-fuck you taste so good.” He dove into your cunt, licking and slurping at your folds, his tongue moving in and out of your sopping hole. “su-sunghoon, m’gonna cum.” You throw your head back. “fu-fuck!” you yelped, praying that office was empty, sunghoon couldn’t care less about that as long as he could feel you cumming on his tongue.

He pulled himself away from you, his urges taking over fully — the need to feed again creeping up on him once again — the need to mate you even stronger. “that’s okay.” You unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your pale pink bra, and you’re waiting neck — you had no idea if it would hurt or not, you were completely sure on what he even meant when he said you were his mate, but right now you wanted him in everyway — you want him to bite you.

“you don’t have to.” He said. “this must be all new to you.” you bared your neck to him, he could see your veins — the sound of your blood being pumped through your body. “I want to.”

He couldn’t fight it anymore; and he didn’t want to, you were his mate and wanted to claim it as such, he knew about the other vampires lurking around in the office and he didn’t want them to even think they had a chance. “please bite me.” Your voice sounding so sweet and so desperate — it made his cock twitch in his suit pants.

“since you’re begging for it.” He was sitting in between your legs, unbuckling his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. “but we’re gonna do it my way.” He pulled your panties down, freeing his cock from his underwear. “gonna fuck you first.” He rubbed his cock along your folds, pushing himself inside of you. “oh fuck!” you screamed as he bullied his thick cock into your tiny hole. “fuck you’re so small down there.” He cursed. “so fucking tiny.”

He began to move his hips, fucking into you.fucking into you. “you’re pussy is magic.” He groaned. “g-getting -fuck- getting addicted already. You were a moaning mess. “made for me — made for me to fuck.” He groan. “for me to breed.”

That made you made you clench around his cock. “is that what you want -shit- for me to breed you?”

You nodded. “pl-please.” You moaned. “gonna do what I wanted to do since you walked in here.” He finally bared his pointy fangs, you felt your heart speeding up. “calm down.” He slowly grinded his hips, bringing his teeth to your neck. “not gonna hurt you.” He whispered, biting down.

“sh-shit.”

You gasped feeling the blood leaving your body — his hips now moving at a brutal pace as he drained your body. “su-sunghoon.” You slurred. “g-gonna — oh fuck!” you screamed unable to speak as your mouth hung open, cumming harshly around his cock; your head feeling dizzy due to blood loss.

He finally pulled away, licking up the rest of your blood. “sh-shit m’not gonna last.” He groaned. “fuck” his hips stilled, you felt his load shooting into you. “s-so full.” You sighed, as he finished licking at your neck, two puncture wounds adorning your neck. “pretty baby.”

He pulled out of you — you whined at the sudden lost. “so greedy already.” He watched his cum leak out of you. “don’t worry princess we got forever.” He pulled your panties up. “keep it inside for me.” He kissed your lips. “you’re mine now.”

“mines forever.”

©️LUVYENI

[lnfours]

Just smt about riding lando

He’s biting his lip trying to be quiet and you put your thumb across his lip just before you were going to lean in to kiss him. But he pulls your thumb into his mouth to suck it

That would kill me

anon.. my stomach is doing somersaults. thank you. i got carried away, but what’s new??? also fewtrell!reader bc… yeah.

smut (18+ pls!)

lando brainrot? lando brainrot.

you and lando have had a thing going for a while, showing up to each others room late in the night. most of the time, the two of you would just lay in bed and talk, staring at the ceiling or forgetting about the movie you had put on. but tonight was different then any of the other nights.

the room was silent apart from the heavy breathing and quiet whines that came from your throat. lando’s hands on your hips, keeping you where he wanted you as you rocked your hips back and forth slowly. scared to go to fast and have the headboard slam against the wall you shared with your brother.

“fuck,” he whispered, biting down onto his lower lip after. your hands on his chest, steadying you as you rode him. his one hand moved from your hip down to your clit, circling it with his thumb gently. you let out a quiet gasp, leaning down to go in for a kiss.

you placed your thumb on his lip, trying to get him to let the bottom one free so you could kiss it. instead, he took it as a sign to take your thumb into his mouth, softly licking it.

you moaned at the sight, quick to shut your mouth. he smiled up at you, finger pressed against his tongue before he let it free and kissed it, “you liked that?”

you nodded your head, “that was really hot.”

he smiled, leaning up and pressing a hand to your cheek to bring you down and kiss you again, “you’re really hot.”

you kissed him as his hands moved to your hips, helping you work yourself against him as your legs were growing tired. you moaned quietly into his mouth, his lips slipping away and moving to the skin under your ear.

“touch yourself baby,” he said quietly, “i’ve got you.”

you snaked a hand between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit as you started drawing tight circles around it. he fucked up into you, his dick reaching all the right places and you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back. he smiled, bringing a hand from your hips to your nipple to tweak it between his fingers.

your mouth fell agape and the way you were clenching around him, he knew you were almost there, “you gonna come, baby?”

you nodded, whining softly, “lan,”

“yeah,” he smiled, pulling you down to kiss you, “come on baby, you can do it.”

you moaned into the kiss, lips slipping away as you came around him. thighs shaking and eyes rolling back, he felt his own orgasm coming quickly.

“lando,” you said quietly.

“yeah, honey?”

“come in me,” your teeth teasing his earlobe as he let out a throaty groan, “i’m on the pill, it’s fine.”

“you’re sure?”

you nodded, “come for me, lan.”

and that’s all it took, his body stilling as he let his orgasm wash over him. you moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. you leaned in and kissed his lips, the corner of his lips, his chin and his jaw. showering his face in kisses as he tried to catch his breath.

“fuck, you’re amazing.” he said, tucking the sweaty strands from your face. you smiled lazily up at him, letting him press a kiss to your forehead.

“we should probably get cleaned up.” you said and he nodded, letting you roll off of him. you grabbed the robe off the back of the door, jumping when the loud knock echoed through the room.

“would you keep it down? people are trying to sleep here.” max said through the door before his footsteps walked back to his room.

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — ITOSHI SAE x FEM READER

Sae might have rethought putting a ring on your finger if he knew husband duties included losing sleep to your overactive imagination. 

wc — 500

tags — married au 

“Can you stop squirming?” 

Sae’s annoyed with you, but you can’t help it. You’re not normally afraid of the dark, but sometimes your mind plays tricks on you. 

Around you, the night stretches on like a kitten, soft and velvet. Your eyes have long adjusted to the dark, but your room is poorly designed. Inky shadows collect in every corner, crated by awkwardly shaped shelves and random divots in the wall. 

Like any normal, well-adjusted adult, you have no problem being in darkness. Just a few hours before, you ran a load of laundry without turning the lights on because you didn’t feel like it. But as you’re trying to fall asleep, your idle mind grows restless. 

It starts whispering the kinds of things that make you pull your feet away from the edge of the bed and shrink towards Sae’s comforting, warm body. 

“If you keep this up, I’m going to get my own bedroom,” he tells you. 

You both know it’s an empty threat. How could it not be when you wake up to his arms around you every morning? 

Still, it’s not nice of him to say that, and you let him know. 

“Don’t be mean, I’m scared!” Your grumbling is childish, but there are certain indulgences you’re allowed. 

“You’re too old for this,” he sighs, exasperated, but he lifts his arm so you can tuck in closer along his body. 

Just then, you feel something brush along your leg. You barely stifle a shriek as you forcefully push your body into Sae’s. It’s a hard collision that would knock the breath out of him if he wasn’t a professional soccer player. As it is, he makes a sound of discomfort when your elbow bumps into him. 

Up until now, you’ve been facing outwards, keeping an eye out for anything that might roam in the dark. At this moment, you peek out from under your covers, turning to look at Sae.

His face is entirely unamused. 

You try for a sweet smile, hoping he’ll relent and forgive you as he usually does. To his credit, he only cracks after he forces you to endure a prolonged, awkward stare-off. Then he groans, pinches his nose, and bodily drags you closer so you’re all but on top of him. 

Your head rests against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you, tucking you into the line of his body. Your legs tangle with his. 

“That better?” He says. “Nothing’s going to get you while I’m here.” 

“Now that you mention it,” you say jokingly, “you are a big, strong football player.” 

A peek at his face reveals what you already suspected. Sae’s cool exterior is hard to crack, but he’s always weak to compliments from his wife. He’s fighting a smile that’s apparent anyway, or perhaps you’re just good at reading him. 

“But you’ve trapped my legs,” you complain. “How am I going to run away if anything happens?” 

“Oh my god-“ Sae shoves a hand over your mouth and muffles any further commentary. “Go to sleep.”

[hyperfixatorofweirdthings]

Saver of the Haven

This will be my first post ever hope it's good :3

Chapter 1: The beginning of a long story

You wake up cold sweat dripping down your back as you take deep raspy breaths. Swinging your head side to side sporadically. You realize you are laying on a couch. A nightmare you couldn't remember exactly having awoken you so suddenly. You dig through all your thoughts.

Panic sets in as you wonder if the factory was just a dream, or a nightmare depending on how you think of it. You hoped it wasn't, you helped all of the toys in Safe Haven escape. Though Yarnaby caught your leg, you had kept moving on helping every toy you could escape that awful place.

As you went to stand up pain shot through your left leg as the realization hit you like a brick wall. You whimpered in pain as you tried to stand. You looked around the room which was pitch dark except for the green glowing light of the fan lights and a small night light the younger kids convinced you to turn on. You walk slowly and gingerly to your bedroom but before you could you hear a quiet voice. "Angel?" You were called that at the factory..no it can't be. You look towards the voice seeing Dogday laying on the floor in a sleeping bag staring sleepily up at you. You almost cried, it really wasn't a dream.

He looks up at you, concern spreading across his face as he tried to read your expression. You decide to reassure him kindly, a smile spreading across your face, "I'm fine, just go back to sleep Dogday." He nods slightly his face not changing but he did shift positions.

You grab a flashlight from your bag that was next to where you were just asleep. You glance at the kitchen seeing the glow of the microwave clock "4:30". You click your flashlight on making sure not to step on toys. It all flooded back to you the toys being to scared to sleep in your guest rooms insisting on sleeping with you in the living room. Them being so scared but excited to be in a loving home once again. Even the toys playing around energetically.

You limped your way to your room wanting to take care of this scratch when you hear another voice soft but stern, "Now what are you doing with a injury like that?" You immediately realize it's Doey. He was siting by a smiling critter, a Bobby Bearhug as he glanced up at you. His normal silly smile on his face. His smile was so infectious you couldn't help but smile back. "I'm fine Doey I'm an adult I think I can handle a little scratch." You respond. He grimaces he knows just as well as you it isn't "just a scratch" but you were stubborn so he just shook his head slightly. "I really think you should rest you haven't had the time to in weeks." He insists as you try to walk away.

You roll your eyes, again saying you were fine and perfectly able of dealing with your little problem. He dropped the argument not wanting to wake anyone up, he watched as you walked away. Inside himself Kevin was just screaming at you for walking on your leg. Jackie was worried sick. Matthew wanted to continue trying to convince you to relax but it was no use for now.

You make it to your bedroom opening the door as quietly as you possibly could. You slip in locking the door behind you with a relieved sigh. You decide to take a shower and change, it had been weeks maybe even months since you showered. You unwrapped your scratch on your leg cringing at how bad it looked. You turned the hot water on and stepped in. It felt heavenly. You try to take a quick shower but also enjoy the warm water. You finish the shower as quickly as you dared. Putting on a t-shirt and jeans. You rewrap your leg in bandages trying to be as careful as you could so as not to irritate it to much.

You walk out of your private little bathroom feeling refreshed. You stumble over to your closet wondering if you have a pair of crutches maybe even just one would help. You rummage through it trying to stay quiet. You eventually find one letting out a tiny cry of triumph. You immediately walk over to your night stand grabbing your phone. You were so glad you left it here you probably would've lost it already or broke it had you brought it to the factory. You slip it into your pocket walking out of your bedroom. You were ready for what the world was gonna throw at you, your first day back home after so long.

As you walk out of your room you nearly run into Doey standing right in front of you. His usual silly goofy smile stretched into a thin line as he looked down at your leg. You let loose a nervous chuckle as you try to walk past him. He let's a heavy sigh escape him as he watches you hobble your way to the kitchen. You gotta make the toys something to eat after all.

After going through the fridge, cabinets, and the pantry you come to a conclusion. You'd have to go to the store to get something sufficient. But you really couldn't leave the toys alone. Not yet. You eventually find a box of goldfish. Not even opened. You count how many toys you were gonna have to make bowls for and get to work.

You made bowls for everyone. But yourself. You didn't mind not having one, you'd survive. Doey walked over as you were finishing up tilting his head slightly. "What..is that?" You gasp he hasn't had goldfish before!? You look at him terror across your face. "You're kidding right?" He shakes his head wondering if he had said something wrong. You practically melt at the thought. You decide to ask, "Not one of you has had it? Not even Jackie?" Doey is nervous at first about you referring to one consciousness but shakes his head again. You let out a sad sigh.

You grab a bowl shoving it into his hands as he looks down at it. He stares at the crackers for a minute before you grab one plopping it into your mouth. You motion for him to try one. He grabs one slowly putting it in his mouth. He hums with delight at the taste. Eating a few more. All three boys decided this was the best thing they'd had in a long time. You chuckle as they eat the whole bowl. He then clears his throat setting the bowl by the sink as he looks at you. He counts how many toys there is before counting the bowls. He comes to the conclusion you don't have a bowl. Before he can argue with you about it something touches his leg.

A mini Kissy Missy looks up at him. His usual smile appears as he picks them up sitting them in a chair. He then realizes they are a bit small. He grabs a few pillows to give them a bit more height. They laugh as he does this. They see the bowl of goldfish stars in their eyes. "What's that?" They ask after a while. You respond with "That's goldfish, go ahead have some." They immediately start eating the bowl. You chuckle as you go to wake up some more of the toys, gently lifting them up or tapping them on the shoulder. More and more of the toys woke up looking up at you. Doey gets to work grabbing pillows and blankets to make it easier for them to sit at the table and eat. Everyone slowly woke up eating and chatting happily as you watched. Dogday eventually sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He stood up and came to stand next to you, making you jump slightly. Everyone was sitting and eating as you watched, a smile on your face.

You can do this.

[togament]

" 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩���𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. windbreaker boys edition. "

pt. 1. (sakura, ume, suo.) pt. 2. (hiragi, sugishita, kaji.)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : none that i could think of?? fluff so soft you wanna punch a wall to feel hardcore again, kaji and his sleeping position, sugi and his sleeping position. hiragi's the normal one.

𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈.

- he looks like he fell asleep upset at you with his arms crossed over his chest but that's just his normal sleeping position, y'know? he also wakes up in the same position. doesn't move a single centimeter at night. scared you a couple of times when you first got together. you told him about it and ume overhears you both and laughs. he's had a couple of sleepovers at hiragi's so he got scared a couple times too. - can only sleep on his side. great for you because you could stare at his sleeping form, maybe caress his cheek when he's falling asleep. loves it when you do that. but he wakes up with a stiff neck most mornings. you always come in clutch with salonpas patches and other treatments. loves it when you nag him while helping him out, strangely enough. - if you're not feeling too hot or on cold nights, he likes hugging you to sleep. he's totally good with you wrapping your arms around him too. loves having you close to him. - has a night light. can't sleep in total darkness. please don't tease him about it though. he's had a fear of darkness ever since he was a kid so it's a necessity. very endearing though. - has fallen asleep with his hair gelled up. multiple times. you nagged him about it once and ever since then, he's never slept with any gel in his hair. (his hair looks somewhat healthier when you're with him). - takes his vitamins before he sleeps. if you're the type to forget to take them, he shares his stash with you. it's his time to nag at you >:3 - snores. bad bad bad snorer. gets worse on days where he has to tail ume or after a rough fight. you sometimes stay up because of how loud he could be. he's a light sleeper too so if he feels you move away to another room, he stirs awake immediately feeling guilty. he coaxes you to go back to sleep. he then researches extensively the next day on how to stop snoring so loudly. - give him little butterfly kisses to wake him up and he'd wake up smiling. please give this stressed man some grace. protect and love him please.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀.

- SOMEONE CALL 911 OH MY GOD OHMYGO--oh sugi's just sleeping. he sleeps on his belly, head facing the side. he's another stiff neck sufferer because of thaaaat :( when will they ever learn? - you think it's because he can't fall asleep in any other position but in actuality, it's just so he won't mess his hair up. so you do him a favor. you buy him a silk pillow case and as soon as you hand it to him, you swear his eyes light up. first time you've seen him so happy. he immediately puts it on his pillow that night and sends you a photo with a thumbs up emoji. you know he won't be waking up with an aching neck the next morning. (he doesn't!!!!! yay!!!!!) - hates hates HATES being woken up. has a bunch of broken alarm clocks in a box under his bed because he throws them at his wardrobe when he's half asleep. (it's canon btw!) - doesn't fix his bed when he wakes up in the morning. leaves his blankets in the same state he left them in. rarely ever washes his sheets and pillow cases........ - sometimes forgets you're sleeping with him. so if he feels you press up against him or shift, he jolts awake. looks at you with bewildered eyes then immediately remembers. pulls you in his arms, whispering a small "sorry" before you both fall back asleep. - he has an extensive hair routine before he falls asleep. it's kinda amazing. please don't tell the others. please don't tell sakura. - he loves weekends where he could sleep in and not have an alarm to break ringing incessantly. he'd sleep for an entire day if he could, really.

𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈.

- google "peter griffin death pose" and kaji sleeping would pop up. try it. - moves way too much before he sleeps -- it's kinda annoying. goes through 85 different sleeping positions before he settles on one. if you're the type to fall asleep in one position (me tbh) you're gonna have a hell of a time with kaji (jk you decide to sleep on the couch for the night. he gets real upset though). but if you move a lot like him? be prepared to argue over the duvet and pillows. - when he eventually falls asleep though, he still moves. a lot. always finds himself in weird positions. blanket's already on the floor, pillow that was behind his head's now by his feet. he groans about his body aching every morning. gee. i wonder why. - he doesn't sleep talk. he sleep WHIMPERS. take my hand. walk with me here, babe. he has his eyebrows furrowed when he sleeps, you still with me? then he's moving a little, shifting in his sleep. then a soft whimper leaves his plump lips. your eyes widen. sitting up, you look over at him. another whimper. then, here's the kicker, he whimpers your name. still asleep, he reaches over to your side and you still. he's pulling you close. (you don't fall asleep that night. too aroused at how he sounds good whimpering. you're already thinking of ways to make him whimper for you.) see the vision? hope you do. - can't sleep without music playing in the background. sorry, quiet sleepers. your man falls asleep to stuff ranging from sunami and zulu to balming tiger and dpr live. uses his liked songs on spotify too so you know he's atrocious with that shit. falls asleep to all genre of music. - has cold feet. COLD. FEET. he presses them onto you when you're trying to fall asleep. he thinks it's funny. until you do the same to him. he hasn't done it since. - sleeps in band shirts. when you're sleeping over, he lets you wear some of them. (kinda gets off on the fact you're wearing his clothes. also kinda gets off on the scent you left on his bed when you leave. creep ((said affectionately.))) - when he's having a rough day, he can't sleep when he's alone. you find him texting you at ungodly hours of the night sometimes, asking you to come over. and you do. always. you fall asleep in his arms on those nights. he never lets you go, doesn't even move or change positions. if you're a couple, you can feel him pressing kisses along your hairline when you're falling asleep. if he can't say he's grateful you're around for him, least he could do it with his actions. (he loves you way too much for him to properly process it).

a/n: and here you can read the exact moment i fell for kaji HAHHAHASHDHASDHJAS SEND HELP. actually. forget it. did i say i was gonna clown him? what? me? ha ha. clown my new husband in my roster that i love so dearly? noooo. part 3 coming soon!!!! TOGAME SLEEPINGggggGgG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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​🇨​​🇭​​🇦​​🇷​​🇦​​🇨​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​​🇸​: brahms heelshire, patrick bateman, herbert west

​🇼​​🇦​​🇷​​🇳​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​​🇸​: slashers ofc, brahms lack of hygiene, brahms being possesive, brahms stalking you basically,patrick being a dick, vauge nsfw in patricks, dead people obvi, body snatching, also not read over so if theres any mistakes whoopsies

​🇦​​🇺​​🇹​​🇭​​🇴​​🇷​​🇸​ ​🇳​​🇴​​🇹​​🇪​: first time writing for slashers omds + writing for the first time properly in like a year so teehee also lemme know if you want this for other slashers :PPP also i tried to write this v gn but idk if i acc did so pls gimme suggestions on how to keep everything in my writing inclusive plsss!!! also if ur wondering what "w/" means it just means with im just too lazy to write with teehee

¬𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙷𝙼𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚁𝙴¬

𖦹 stinky

𖦹 i dont mean that in a funny way like this man fucking REEKS

𖦹 this means you will have to get him to wash himself

𖦹 only perk of that is showering n bathing w/ him, its a real big part of your relationship

𖦹 he likes it because hes close to you and it gives him a lot of comfort and feels really cared for if you wash his hair for him + likes the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp

𖦹 he likes leaving things he thinks you'll like all around the house

𖦹 he found a crusty ass ring he'll think you'll like?KABOOSH!!!!! its on the bathroom counter

𖦹 he also doesn't take too kindly to anyone you talk to that isn't him, he gets really jealous n upset over that

𖦹 this makes him extremly bratty unfortunately

𖦹 prepare for him being in the walls and banging on them for hours on end to piss you off and placing that stupid doll everywhere just to get a scare out of you

𖦹 will literally refuse to do anything for you

𖦹 buttt you can make it up to him by telling him theres nothing to worry about n making him a wee sandwich + giving him kisses, easy peasy squeeze the lemon (im really hoping some of yous got that reference)

𖦹 brahms also likes cuddling

𖦹 a lot

𖦹 you're sitting down reading or on your phone? not without him on your lap nuzzing into your neck having a wee nap

𖦹 you might end up with dead legs by the end of it but hey! it was worth it

𖦹 probably......

𖦹 he just stares at you a lot but dw! not in a creepy way (from his perspective at least), he's just admiring your beauty

𖦹 really likes it when you read to him + it puts him to sleep

𖦹 also loves it when you brush his hair, surprise surprise it also puts him to sleep

𖦹 CLINGY!!!!!!!!! so very very very very CLINGY

𖦹 if you leave the room for a second he will follow doesnt matter if he knows where you're going he will follow

𖦹 gets so upset if you leave during cuddling even if its to pee

𖦹 he will whine n grasp n tug at what you're wearing in an attempt to get you to stay w/ him

𖦹 the time he spends following n watching you could be stalking atp

𖦹 seperation anxiety? he knows her, very well

𖦹 will cry if you leave the house until you come back, n the moment you do he practically jumps you, crying and wailing into your shoulder begging you not to leave him ever again

𖦹 will have no intentions of letting go of you for the rest of the day

𖦹 he also really like sleeping in the same bed w/ you

𖦹 he likes that he knows you're there, you can tuck him in, read to him, cuddle him, give him forehead kisses n comfort him in case he has a nightmare or vice versca

𖦹 n e ways 8.5/10 -1 for stinkyness, -0.5 for well him being him ig

¬𝙿𝙰𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽¬

𖦹 before i get into this one i actually hate patrick bateman w/ a burning passion for very obvious reasons so i struggled HARD w/ this

𖦹 alr so we all saw that les mis poster in the opening scene so he deffo would bring you along to watch any high end musicals w/ him

𖦹 SKINCARE!!!!!!!!! he has a whole ass ROUTINE which he will explain to you in great detail and explain why the water has to be a certain temp n why this needs to be put on this way n that needs to be put on that way

𖦹 would let you do skincare on him but beware that he will check the entire ingredients list before you put it on his face

𖦹 its rather boring to listen to but he looks so proud of himself while explaining it, how could you not listen?????

𖦹 he spoils you rotten like its acc so bad

𖦹 you wanted those fancy ass pairs of shoes? they're already in your hands

𖦹 you want a reservation at dorsia? you've got one

𖦹 you literally want anything in the world? you'll have it before you even know you want it

𖦹 he obviously doesn't like people apart from himself so when he found the slightest bit of attraction to you he immediatley became infatuated with you and your life

𖦹 why were you making him feel this way? how were you making him feel this way? was it sorcery? was he going insane? yeah

𖦹 suprise suprise this did lead him to asking you out which led you up to here getting whatever you want

𖦹 hes a jealous fucker i can tell you that

𖦹 especially when he sees you within a 6ft distance of paul allen

𖦹 he storms over and makes some passive aggresive comment toward the two of you and then tries to keep himself cool w/ some swanky inner monologue and eventually drags you away because he "needed to talk to you"

𖦹 spoiler alert, he didn't

𖦹 all this leads to is some rather lewd acts back at his apartment as he tries to reassure himself that he's much better than paul allen and taunts you asking if you think paul allen could make you feel this way

𖦹 rants on to you about his music collection and explains how he thinks this song led them to stardom and someone was an idiot for not releasing this and that as a single and not putting these songs in this album and yadayadaya

𖦹 great if you actually are bothered to listen to him rant on for ages horrific if you aren't, gets quite offended if you don't show much interest in his music

𖦹 i get if if you don't tho, its really something...

𖦹 we all know this man is a complete germaphobe so be absolutley horrifically aware of that unless you fancy getting yelled at

𖦹 he love love LOVESS watching texas chainsaw massacare with you, he loves it when you twos just sit there in silence and cuddle while watching people get brutally attacked n chased, how romantic!

𖦹 finds it funny when you grimace or go 'oh my god' at any brutal scene in it

𖦹 touchy

𖦹 v e r y t o u c h y

𖦹 at any public event he always has a hand snaked around your waist or has his arm linked in yours

𖦹 even in is apartment he still has that hand snaked aorund your waist

𖦹 not a fan of kissing bc he's a germaphobe but because he knows were you've been most of the time he dislikes it a little less

𖦹 prefers giving forehead kisses tho as its quick and much more hygenic than lips

𖦹 god that was tough to write but overall, 7.5/10, -2.5 for being himself. i hate him too much to give him a better rating so ja

¬𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃¬

𖦹 i am so horrendously excited to write this because for the last like 4 days i have not stopped thinking about reanimator, i eat sleep breath the franchise, and herbert west is such a giggle so teehee

𖦹 alright if you're not in the science field or have any connection to dan hes probably not going to take an interest in you as you're not one of his areas of interest

𖦹 if you are in the category of herbert wests interests well done! he tolerates you

𖦹 like patrick would notice how weird he felt around you and would probably blame it on 'primal urges' ew

𖦹 he would most likely ignore them until he can't, and it eventually all bubbles over and he just can't resist inviting you to his basement of wonders

𖦹 he just watches you intently the entire time your there much like brahms does, also not in a creepy way (in his eyes) just admiring you

𖦹 he probably goes on a rather detailed explanation of his work and what he did to get here

𖦹 if you ever feel a lil faint abt all that stuff he just puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder cuz hes a lil awkward

𖦹 lowkey enlists you alongside dan to go steal bodies and experiment on them

𖦹 if you ever get attacked by one of the re-animated he literally doesn't leave your side, mainly to see the severity of your injuries to examine the strength of the reanimated and the other tiny bit because he cares for you

𖦹 has shit talking sessions about dr hill w/ you, it mainly consists of him getting rather heated over the fact he plagiarizes his work and ya know the whole 6-12 mins thing

𖦹 is very clingy with you when dr hill is around as he doesn't want him to make any creepy ass remarks about you so he sticks to your side like he sticks to his research

𖦹 really appreciates is when you cook for him as he's a total basement dweller and doesn't leave it for food

𖦹 so lets say you actually did make something for him he would be really surprised and would be rather amused that you care enough to make him something and he'll gladly eat it

𖦹 also doesn't sleep a lot, so if and when he comes up from the basement he will be taking a nap on you

𖦹 speaking of him taking naps, he'll just plonk on top of you when he wants to take a nap so

𖦹 yay!!!

𖦹 like patrick with music herbert will rant on about science to you

𖦹 at any time, like you could be in bed ready to finally sleep and then he starts rambling about the R.E.M cycle and how benificial sleep is for the body yet he gets absolutley NONE

𖦹 isn't very good at expressing affection for you bc he's herbert so those naps and his rants are actually his way of showing he rlly likes you

𖦹 kissing isn't his favourite thing in the world bc of germs and stuff, so he presses quick kisses to your forehead, nose and cheek such a gentleman

𖦹 but, when herberts all whiny and annoyed at life he will be down for a cheeky make out sesh

𖦹 he gets very flustered after it which is pretty funny to watch so he usually distracts himself with science

𖦹 i genuinely couldn't tell you if he would use petnames or not

𖦹 will use your name 99.9999999999% of the time, just maybe will call you darling

𖦹 just maybe.....

𖦹 n e ways dunno what else to write so 8.9/10, -1.1 for being a body snatcher ig

omds that was so hard and I was gonna add more characters but i kinda got lazy but PLEEEAAAASSEEEE lemme know what you guys thought ty :3

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪||OT8

Pairing: OT8 x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: MeanDom!Ateez, Sub!Reader, Name Calling, Gang Bang, Ass Fucking, Unprotected Sex (Please Dont😀), Spanking, Spit, Tit Smacking, Breast Play, Bukkake, Dacryphilia, Oral, Cum Eating, Rough Sex, Degradation, CNC, Choking, Marking, If I Missed Anything🫣👀Lemme Know..

A/N: I can’t believe I was able to get this done before 12am😵‍💫, I tried my best to get this done before midnight, bc I wanted to make sure I posted it on Halloween. I can’t believe it’s officially over now, thank you to everyone who supported me. Rather it was with a like, reblog, a comment, an ask, anything tbh. I received so much love this October and I’m grateful and appreciate to every single one of you😭💙. Also special thanks to @seonghwasbobaeyes for betaing the first half of this fic, you are muchly appreciated babes😚! This isn’t the end of the road for Slasher!Ateez👀, we will DEFINITELY be seeing them again! I’m already thinking about what I’m going to write for November tbh..😚. My asks will be opening due to October being over, so send in your requests!

Kinktober Masterlist

Ever since your last visit with the two masked men, you had been itching, yearning for more. They left you with an undying last in your mouth. You craved them, how sinners crave sin. They were addicting, they were like a forbidden fruit.

You hadn’t heard a peep or even seen a peep of them in weeks. You had been on the lookout constantly, trying to find any trace of them. It's like your neighbors knew you were on the fence. Making sure to greet you everyday, going out of their way to make sure you were happy. They so easily picked up your emotions. It's like you bonded with every single one of them. Wanting to get into better spirits you decided to throw a small Halloween party inviting the guys from the neighborhood as a way to say thanks for all they do, and thanks for being there for you.

You were at home prepping the food when suddenly the lights went out in your home. Letting out an annoyed huff you make your way to your circuit breaker box. Walking past your bedroom you notice a figure in your room, hiding behind the wall, you try to steady your breath clearly worked up and scared by what you saw, you quietly try to creep down the hall when your lights cut back on. Wanting to see if it was your eyes playing tricks on you, or if there was someone actually in your home you slowly make your way to the bedroom. As soon as you cut the corner to your room you see one of the masked men in your bedroom, sitting on your bed, man spreading widely. Energy as heavy as stone, he sat like he owned not only your hole, he sat like he owned you, and every move you made. Getting up slowly, he walks towards you, slow long strides.

Putting his hands up on the frame of the door. His muscular body takes up the whole door frame.

“And where are you running off to, pretty girl?”

Your eyes grow big, backing away slowly, your back bumps into a hard frame behind you. Looking up you see Mingi towering over you, staring down at your helpless frame.

“Don’t you look cute in your pajamas.” Mingi says with a large smirk on his face, running his fingers over the lace trim on the bottom of your sleep shorts. Jongho walks over to you, peeling his body off of the door frame. His large frame crushes you between him and Mingi. You can barely see his eyes through the mask, yet you can feel the intensity radiating from the person beneath it.

“Wh-what’s going on…” you whisper out through a shaky breath. Gripping your hips Mingi pulls your ass against him, grinding his hard on, onto you. Jongho moves closer, his chest completely crushing you. Gripping the front of your pajama shorts he plays with the lace on them, letting his hand slowly fall to the front of them, gradually untying the ribbon that keeps them up. Loosening the shorts, they fall dangerously low on your hips.

“What do you think is going on darling?” Seonghwa says, smooth voice floating out beneath his mask, making his way into your bedroom room. He seats himself on the bed. Man spreading his legs wide open, your eyes drift over the female plastic mask he’s wearing, down to the bricked cock beneath his skin tight pants. When Jongho squishes your body even further in between him and Mingi.

“I-I don’t kn-.” Your sentence gets cut off when the other two masked men enter, the largest one of the group takes up the whole door frame, while the shorter broader one stands in front of him. With his head cocked to the side. A shiver runs up your spine. Your brain can barely process what’s going on in front of you. All you want to do is flee but it feels like your feet are cemented to the ground.

“Look at her.” Yunho says, stepping forward into the room, clearing his large stature out of the door frame. San lets out a loud chuckle, making his way towards you.

“She looks like a deer caught in headlights.” San says through a laugh, walking on the other side of you while Yunho goes on the opposite. Caging your body in by all four men, while Seonghwa sits on the small bed watching you.

“I know you guys aren’t starting the game without us.” Wooyoung whines out, walking into the room, face paint smeared across his face yet with the lack of the red lights you can see clear as day that it’s Wooyoung. Trying to strain your neck between the men who are caging you in.

“Wooyoung, what’s going on?” You whisper shout, as if the men couldn’t hear you in the same confined room. Letting out a loud laugh, he walked over, looking at your poor helpless frame. Your body does a noticeable shiver.

“Do you want me to save you?” He says through a fake coo. Yeosang stands in the doorway, leaning his muscular form against it. Looking at you behind his mask he makes his way slowly over. Pushing through the cage the boys have you in.

“No…I think she wants all of us to help her out.” He says while he runs his gloved hand up your body. Starting from your chest, running it between your breasts, settling his covered hand around your throat. It's like deja vu, you start getting various flashbacks of each time one of these men have rearranged your guts, and practically broke your spine.

“Do you need saving darling?” Seonghwa says, standing up off the bed, making his way towards you with long slow strides, the men who caged your body slowly back away, making room for Seonghwa. His tall frame easily towers over yours. Soaking you in from head to toe.

“Of course not Seonghwa she doesn’t need saving, she needs to be fucked like the slut she is.” Hongjoong says, gripping your throat pulling your body against his invisible one. Manhandling you with ease, you swear you can see every person in the room, eyes darken instantaneously.

“Is that what it is dear? You need us to bend you over and rearrange your guts?” Seonghwa says, gripping your chin lightly while Hongjoongs hand continues to hold you tightly. Letting out a small whimper your eyes dart around to every man surrounding you in this room. Your lower belly grows hot with need. Hot with want, hot with flashbacks of every orgasm you’ve had with the individuals in this room. You open your mouth, just to close it once more, not exactly sure what words you are trying to speak. But you can tell by the way they are crowding you, and the way you are drinking them all in. You want nothing more than for them to break you.

~

Wrapping your hand around Yeosangs cock, you continue to pump his dick up and down. Fist tight to make sure he gets as much pleasure as possible. Gripping your chin in his hand, San turns your face towards him, cock deep down your throat, with his other hand on the back of your head, you gag with every powerful thrust he delivers to your throat. Eyes watering with unshed tears. San lets out a loud laugh, gripping the back of your head even tighter. Slamming his hips into your mouth..

“Look at this slut crying. Go on baby, cry on my cock.” San grits out, the pleasure that your warm mouth is giving him is becoming too much. Hongjoong lines himself up with your entrance, not even giving you time to prep, he slams his cock deep into your cunt. Body driving forward your nose bumps against Sans pelvic area. Letting out a loud sadistic laugh, he starts out at a rough pace, jack hammering your body forward. Causing a quick rhythm between him and San. Your hand starts to fall slack around Yeosangs cock. Gripping your head, Yeosang turns your face towards him.

“Do it right slut.” He grits out, squeezing your cheeks so tightly that he can feel Sans cock slide in and out of your mouth.

“Stretch her out.” Seonghwa says, the heaviest presence in the room. He stands up, hard cock in his hand, he slides under you. Your breast jiggling in his face, gripping your left breast, he runs his long cool tongue over your nipple. You squeeze your eyes shut, too immersed in the pleasure.

Mingi makes his way behind Hongjoong who is hammering away at you, collecting the drool that is hitting the floor from the way San is making you choke and gag on his cock. He wets his fingers, sliding them down to your puckered hole, you let out a moan so loud that all the boys can hear you. Sliding one finger in, your eyes grow huge, tears starting to run down your face by all the pleasure you are feeling.

Gripping your face harshly San gathers all the spit in his mouth, letting it slowly drop down to his cock, hitting your lips, it aids in the drool on the floor. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the taste of him. You can taste him in more ways than one, and it has your head clouded with nothing but hot lust.

“Such a whore who loves to be degraded.” San grits out, watching you suck him down your throat.

“Look at her crying again.” Yeosang says while your grip tightens and untightens on his cock. Mocking you through a fake coo. Letting his hand travel down, he grips the breast Seonghwa isn’t paying attention to, squeezing your nipple, just as he’s squeezing Mingi slips his second finger in your ass trying to stretch you out as much as possible. Tears are running down your face rapidly, your pussy clenches on Hongjoong, letting out a loud groan. He slams his hips up into you once more before pulling out, chest heaving up and down. Holding his orgasm back, wanting to save it to paint your body.

Wooyoung lets out a small laugh, clearly enjoying the view of you getting rag dolled all over the place, sliding into the place of Hongjoong, he taps his cock against your wet cunt, sliding his cock in between your wet pussy lips, making sure with every thrust up he nudges your clit. Pulling back San bites his lip, gripping your head even tighter trying to fight the urge to cum all over your face, he slides back letting Yunho in. Letting out a choked cough, you intake as much air as possible. Trying to catch your breath before Yunhos large frame towers over your small body.

“Look at this slut..” he says while hooking your bottom jaw with his thumb. Jongho stands behind Yunho, getting an eye full of you, tilting his head to the side almost like he’s studying you.

“Wanting to take us all..” Jongho says, continuing Yunhos sentence.

“She wants us in every way…” Mingi finishes after Jongho speaks.

Moving on the side of your body, Mingi pulls his fingers out, feeling like you’ve been stretched enough, he lets Seonghwa know that you are prepped and ready for whatever he is ready to give you. Sliding out from under you, Wooyoung and Seonghwa trade spots. With his wet fingers Mingi slowly strokes his cock while Seonghwa slides in between your wet cunt. Making sure that he soaks his cock with your juices that are practically pouring down, he lines himself up with your puckered hole. Sliding in slowly, inch my inch. Your eyes scrunch shut, the feeling of him sliding in your ass is unlike any other feeling you’ve ever felt. You grip Yunhos thighs for stability, just as you are about to let out the loudest moan, Yunho slides his cock into your mouth, instantly stuffing it. Wooyoung lines himself up with your sopping cunt that is dripping down onto his cock, your arousal just leaking all over him. Yeosang and Jongho stand on opposite sides of you, large bodies towering over your frame. Bunching your eyes shut, Wooyoung slides easily into your pussy. Shooting your eyes open you let out a loud, muffled moan. Placing your hands out, trying your best to find your balance while Seonghwa is fucking your ass, Wooyoung is deep in your cunt, while Yunhos large cock is deep down your throat.

Gripping Yeosangs and Jonghos cock in your hand, you slowly start to pump them, making sure to pay extra attention to the head of their cocks. With each stroke the members are giving you, you are seeing heaven behind your eyes, Seonghwa continuously slaps your ass cheeks while he strokes deep in your puckered hole, watching your ass cheek welt with each deep stroke he delivers to you. Wooyoungs balls are dripping with your arousal, inner thighs shining with your juices. While Yunho grips the sides of your face, making sure you take his cock as far as your small throat will let him.

San, Mingi, and Hongjoongs degradation fill your ears. Making you on the brink of the most powerful orgasm.

“Look at this hungry cock slut.” Hongjoong says, slowly stroking his cock, watching everyone have their turn with you.

“Look at her crying over how good all of our cocks are…” Mingi grits out, grabbing his balls while he beats his cock. Making sure to collect the drool that leaves your mouth on his hands so he can stroke himself with ease.

“Nothing but a cock sleeve for all of us.” San says with his head tilted back, stroking himself, matching the rhythm at which they all are fucking you.

Mingi makes his way over to Seonghwa, watching the way his cock slides in and out of your ass. Gripping one cheek so it’s easier for Seonghwa to get a feel of your warm wet hole. He gathers the spit in his mouth letting it drop onto your puckered hole. The cool sensation differs from the warmth of Seonghwas length sliding in and out of you. Hongjoong lets out a small chuckle at the way you whine every time someone spits on you, he makes his way towards Yunho, holding the sides of your throat, giving it a slight squeeze your breathing stutters, with his hands tightening around you throat he can feel Yunho slide in and out, the feeling is delicious, the lack of oxygen heats your body up.

Wooyoung reaches up, squeezing one of your tits in his hand while he strokes his cock in and out of your warm walls. Giving your nipple a pinch, you let out a muffled whine. Reeling his hand back he slaps your tit, the sudden feeling of the impact causes your jaw to drop, eyes fluttering in immense pleasure. He lets out a high pitched laugh, slapping your other tit, you feel the skin of your breast heat up with each heavy slap. The warmth that spreads through your body, has your toes clenching, you feel your orgasm charging its way through your body. Before you can get yours, Seonghwa is going to make sure all of them get theirs.

“You know what she’s only good for..” Seonghwa spits out through clenched teeth, pulling back swiftly, Wooyoung, and Yunho pull back as well. Urging you to sit on your knees with your mouth open. The members gather around you, stroking their cocks rapidly. With a loud groan, all of them cum almost in sync. Opening your mouth last minute you have drool running down your chest, with your tongue sticking out, trying to catch as much of their cum on your tongue as you can.

“This whore is only good for catching cum.” Seonghwa pants out. As they watch their cum drip down your body, it pools right between your legs, creating a small puddle. Letting out a low growl, Seonghwa moves forward first. Gripping the back of your throat he shoves you face down into the floor.

Running his hands down your back, he hikes your hips up into the air, your sticky chest comes in contact with the floor, creating a tacky feeling on your skin.

Cock already brick hard again, he taps it against your puckered hole, slipping in with ease once again. You let out a loud cry, throat sore from all the throat fucking you still let out loud moans with each buck of Seonghwas hips. Making his way over swiftly Mingi grabs your shoulders, lifting you up so your back is flush against Seonghwas chest, he lays down cock standing straight up, maneuvering you Mingi brings you down on his cock with the aid of Seonghwa. Letting out a loud cry once more your body falls forward, becoming chest to chest with Mingi. Gripping your neck Seonghwa pulls you back up, fingers tightly wrapping around your throat, destined to leave marks.

Wooyoung and Yeosang stand on opposite sides of your body, gripping your breast, before giving your chest a firm slap. Your body jolts forward, yet with Seonghwas tight grip on your throat you go nowhere. All the other members make their way towards you with their heavy, cum dripping cocks in their hands.

“You are going to be a good girl, and take all of our cum.” Seonghwa grunts into your ear before hiking his hips forward, biting your lip, you nod your head. Chest heaving with want. Mingi lets out a deep groan..

“Fuckkkkk…she’s dripping down my cock. Are you going to make a mess on our cocks, princess?” Adjusting his hips slightly, Mingi hikes his hips up into yours. Gripping your ass cheeks so you are spread even further for Seonghwa. The members step closer to you both.

“You are going to swallow all of their cum, then you are going to take our cum in this tight ass, and wet cunt of yours.” Seonghwa says knowingly, letting out a loud whimper by the authority in Seonghwas voice you nod as much as you can with his fingers still tightly wrapped around your throat.

Giving your ass a hard slap, Mingi jiggles the cheeks of your ass.

“Alright princess, who do you want to swallow first?”

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[bitchface24-7]

MY HEROS - JAYVIK X READER

submission for @pebble-bb

synopsis: You and your two partners finally scheduled a day off to just relax. Work in the lab hasn't gone anywhere due to stress and frustration. You're excited to have a full day to just rewind and be with the two men you love. Until a spider ruins your day.

warnings: reader has arachnophobia (specifically requested), Viktor and Jayce comfort the reader, Viktor deals with the spider, and honestly fluff all around, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. I understand your frustration at portrayals of bug phobias Pebble. I too have arachnophobia and my mum teases me about it. I'm going to use my story from my childhood on how I became scared of spiders in this story. Don't worry, no brushing off or teasing here! Pure self-indulgent comfort!

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It’s been so long since you three have had a proper day off. Honestly being able to sleep in and have the warmth of the sun wake you up rather than an annoying alarm has already put you in a much better mood. Jayce making breakfast as you and Viktor enjoy sweet milk at the kitchen nook is even better.

You get to watch Jayce dance around the kitchen in nothing but pyjama pants and a frilly pink heart-adorned apron. Viktor got it as a gag gift for Jayce a few years ago now, but Jayce unironically loved it, purely because Viktor gave it to him. Now, whenever Jayce cooks, that apron is on.

Viktor and Jayce are in a heated debate regarding which egg type is best. You just smile at them and finish your sweet milk, going to the reading nook you three set up. It’s cozy. Dark wood, little lamps on the wall, a wall of windows, and deep purple bedding that's soft to the touch. You can't recall how many times a pair of you or all three of you squished into this nook to just read in each other's presence.

You pick up the book you've been dying to read, now finally having a full day off to enjoy it, when something catches your attention in the corner of your eye.

It’s a spider.

It’s about the size of a hexgem, fluffy, and black. You think it is a tarantula; they're harmless, honestly good for catching houseflies and mosquitoes. But its a spider none the less, and you're anxiety has spiked ten fold. You just stare at the spider as you slowly lower your book and make your way back to the kitchen, not taking your eyes off of it.

Eventually, you make it back to the kitchen to spot your two partners, still arguing about eggs.

“Scrambled is the best!”

“If you like your eggs to feel like rubber! Sunny side up is the best!”

“If you like to make a mess like a child, you— Darling. What's wrong?”

Their argument ceases at the sight of you. You look like a child in all honesty. The way you're wringing your hands and shuffling on your feet.

“Sorry, I— I didn't mean to bother you guys on our day off but there's a spider in the reading nook and—”

Viktor casually stands up, grabbing his cane to walk with you, “and you want one of us to deal with it.”

“Yes please.” you lightly nod.

You and Viktor walk to the nook as Jayce continues to make breakfast. The walk is short but to you a pit of doom encapsulates your stomach. What if the spider moved? What if its closer than before? What if—

Your panicking thoughts are stopped once you see the spider hasn't moved, and Viktor reaches up and puts it in his hand, cupping the spider with his other hand.

“Darling, could you be a dear and open one of those windows for me? So I can put the spider outside?”

Without question, you rush to the window and open it. It’s lightly raining but you'd rather deal with a lightly damp windowsill than that fuzzy beast.

Viktor ambles over and puts his hands outside the window, allowing the spider to leave his palm. It walks out calmly, over the windowsill and up the apartment building. Viktor casually puts his hands back into the apartment and closes the window.

And with that, your anxiety is gone.

“Sounds like Jayce is done with breakfast, why don't we clean up a bit and join him at the table, hmm?”

All you can do is gratefully nod.

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As you and Viktor come back to the main part of the apartment, you see your seats are already set up. Your eggs are done to perfection. In the center of the table is a bowl of berries, a plate of buttered toast, and a plate of bacon.

“Is everything okay?” Jayce asks, a concerned tone evident in every syllable.

The two of you just nod and take your seats, “It was a spider.”

Jayce hums at Viktor's response, “Gotcha. You doing good babe?”

“I’m good. Thanks for not teasing me.”

Viktor and Jayce look at each other in confusion, “Why would we tease you?”

You sigh heavily as you go to drink another glass of sweet milk, “When I was little, about four years old, I was in the apartment alone. My parents were outside on the balcony, and a massive tarantula was crawling towards me. I mean like— the size of my fist big. That's pretty fucking big for a four-year-old. I was screaming and crying because I had never seen a spider that big before, my mum heard me panicking and killed the spider with a can of air freshener. Ever since then, I've been afraid of spiders. Other bugs get to me too like wasps, and centipedes. But spiders take the cake. My mum teases me every time I squick out over a spider, or bug in general.”

Viktor and Jayce hum in understanding, “That is quite scary, especially as a four-year-old. That type of fear is completely understandable.”

“Yeah!” Jayce adds as he puts a hand over yours, “We’d never make fun of you for something like that. Would you make fun of us? Would you make fun of my fear of the cold and snow storms?”

“What?!” you gasp appalled, “Absolutely not!”

Viktor chims in, “Would you make fun of my fear of being forgotten?”

“No!”

The two men smile sweetly at you, “Then we're not going to make fun of your fear of spiders. We all have fears, they're a natural part of life.”

And with that, the three of you eat breakfast in peace. Well relative peace. Jayce and Viktor are now arguing about which type of chocolate is better.

You wouldn't change this for the world, you sigh contently as you sip your sweet milk, looking lovingly at the two men in your life.

You wouldn't change a goddamn thing.

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I hope y'all enjoyed this little fluffy ball of goodness! Especially you @pebble-bb!! This is the first submission I've ever gotten and I hope I did this right. It didn't come to my inbox like an ask so I just made a new file and ensured Pebble was @’d LOL.

Anyways, continue with the asks/submissions! I currently have four drafts waiting to be worked on LMAO, should I make a greeting post and pin it with rules and all that stuff? I'm honestly down to write whatever, but if something does squick me out I'll deny it.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Brooklyn

Summary: When Bucky walked into a diner to escape a nightmare filled night, he wasn't expecting to run into some from his past.

Warning: implied smut. nudity, mention of the Winter Solider, nightmare, 'death', angst with a happy ending, fluff, drinking, 1940s!Bucky, one usage of y/n,

Word Count: 4.1K

Bucky wasn’t used to this. This stillness. This quiet. Before the war, he was able to enjoy a calm moment. But he was a different man back then, not haunted, scared, or broken. After his business with Sam and the Flag Smashers, he rented a brownstone in Brooklyn. The city he once called home changed a lot since he was a young man in his 40s. It was louder and faster passed, but he found similarities within these differences. The people who lived here were tough, friendly, and hardworking. The houses were more modern. They were still the same brownstones that he used to walk by.

However, Bucky wasn’t sure what was next for him. Steve was gone. Sam finally accepted his role as the new Captain America. There was no way he was joining what was left of the Avengers. Truthfully, he was tired of fighting. Since falling off that train, it was one fight after another. But there was so much he needed to attune to. So many lives were pointlessly killed. When was it his time to rest?

Sleep was never easy for him. There were too many demons that haunted his past for him to get a good night’s sleep. Besides, the mattress that Sam ordered for him was too damn soft. Everything nowadays was. He would try to fall asleep on his bed but would end up sleeping on the wooden floor in his living room. Tonight was no different; besides, the walls of his home felt suffocating. Everything felt too small, too close. He put on his leather jacket and gloves that covered his hands and went on a walk.

Maybe he preferred this new world when it was night. The world seemed slower. He could hide easier in the shadows. There weren’t many eyes on him because everyone else was asleep. The shops were closed. There was very little traffic. It was nice. It surprised him so much to see a restaurant open, a small mom-and-pop dinner called ‘W.B.’s Kitchen.’ From the outside, there weren’t many people inside, and Bucky’s last meal was dinner last night. It would be good for him to try out the local spots.

Before he could overthink it, he went inside. A small bell announced his presence. “Sit wherever, sir, and we’ll be right with you.” The worker from behind the counter said. He found a booth in the back and sat to face the door. A menu was already on the table, but he took the time to look at the decor. The inside had a warmth and a familiar feeling that Bucky couldn’t place. The walls were covered in wallpaper-muted greens. There were black and white photos that he believed were the staff and regulars. On the bar, a tube radio softly played band tunes.

“Hi, my name is Lilly, and I’ll be servicing you tonight. Can I start you off with anything to drink?” A warm and comforting voice brought Bucky’s attention to Lilly. He was ready to order a black coffee, but he froze, unable to say anything.

Working through his scrambled memories was hard. As much as he hated Dr. Reyard, she said it would take time to unscramble and make sense of everything. This memory hit him full force and was crystal clear.

He saw a much younger Bucky going to a bar with others getting shipped off to fight in the war. He was there to find a pretty girl and take her home. To his surprise, that cute girl approached him. Now that same girl was standing in front of him - dressed in an apron, hair pulled back in a bun, and wearing a shirt with the diner logo. Still, you were as beautiful as the night from the bar. But that night was over 50 years ago. Maybe you were a relative of that same girl, but the similarities were shocking; it knocked the air out of his lungs.

“Sir,” he snapped out of it. “Do you need a moment to decide?” You had a patient smile - unfazed by Bucky just staring.

“Coffee, black.” He answered.

“I’ll be right back with it, and take your time with the menu.” Bucky couldn’t help but watch you walk away and into the kitchen. This was insane. Maybe even impossible. Perhaps he was dreaming or in a weird alternate reality. With a shake of his head, he opened the menu.

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The kitchen door swung closed behind you, and you gripped the metal counter. Your hands would not stop shaking. How was this possible? The military reported his death. You were there when the soldiers knocked on the door to deliver the news and held his mother while she wept for her baby boy. James Barnes was dead. And yet there he was, ordering a black coffee at your diner.

There was no doubt in your mind that he recognized you. It was all over his face as he froze before ordering a coffee. Shit. His coffee. You could not return to serve the man you loved and lost. “Maddie,” you called out to your coworker. The girl peeked her head through the serving window. “Can you take my Table 25, and I’ll take one of yours?” She looked at the man with his hands folded on top of the menu.

“Who is he? Some crazy ex? " You liked Maddie. She was new, but there was no way you could tell her what the hell was going on.

“It’s complicated,” you winced at how silly that sounded. “Sooo..” Maddie smiled.

“Sure, take me 18. What does he want?” Relief washed over you.

“Thank you so much. I owe you one,” she waved her hand - a simple way to not worry about it. “Just a black coffee. He was still looking over the menu when I asked if he was ready.”

“No problem, sugar. " You rolled your eyes at the silly nickname that seemed to follow you everywhere as you watched her deliver the coffee. You exhaled slowly. Perfect. Now, you just had to avoid the man.

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“Here you go, sir.” Bucky stared at the new waitress who brought over his coffee. Her name tag read, ‘Maddie.’ She was the one who welcomed him into the diner. Bucky couldn’t help but frown. She was pretty, but she wasn’t you, and Bucky wanted to ask you about your family or at least get the courage to ask. “Are you ready to order?” Her cheerful tone was causing a headache to form.

“Chicken noodle soup,” he ordered. “With a side of bread.” She scribbled it down.

“Excellent choice,” she said. The soup is super famous around here—not even I know what’s in it.” Bucky knew she was trying to be nice, but his patience was low. “I’ll put this right in for you. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.” She winked at him. Bucky could only muster a simple grunt. Unlike you, Bucky looked forward as she walked away. Maybe he imagined the entire thing.

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It became routine. Every night, when he woke up gasping for air, sweat covering his body, and visions of his past haunted him, he would walk to the diner. He told himself that he went there because the food was good—not just good, amazing, and it reminded him of his ma’s cooking. It had to do with the comforting atmosphere. But maybe, just maybe, he would see you and be able to talk to you.

That was not the case. Every time he came in, you either weren’t working or handed him off to another worker. Your clear avoidance confused him even more. Maybe being similar to that girl wasn’t all in his head.

One afternoon, Bucky walked past the diner on his way to the bookstore. He saw you leaving out the side door with a bag of trash. It was borderline creepy how Bucky sneaked up behind you, but he was desperate for answers. “You’ve been avoiding me,” you must have jumped ten feet in the air as the dumpster slammed shut. You yelped and turned around to face him.

“Jesus,” you clutched at your heart. “Don’t fucking do that.” Bucky felt bad but couldn’t help but chuckle. Even in the 40s, you had a foul mouth. He knew deep in his bones you were the same girl.

“Sorry, doll,” the serum allowed him to hear the slight hitch from the pet name in your throat. “I just want to talk.”

“Well, I don’t,” you said and straightened out your uniform. “So please leave me alone.”

“Wait.” Before you could turn back to go inside, Bucky grabbed your wrist. “I’m sorry. I really am, but I have to know. Do I know you?” You looked scared, but it was a different type of scared than he’d seen before. It was like you were terrified of the truth, not of him. You tried to pull your arm away, but he was stronger.

“You must be confused with someone else. Please,” you pleaded. “Let me go.” But Bucky kept his grip.

“Your name isn’t Lilly,” he started. It’s Y/n, but I don’t understand if you are that girl in 1943. How do you look?”

“Bucky,” you whimpered. “Please stop.” Finally, he dropped the hold he had on you.

“I never told you my name,” you looked close to tears as you stared at him then looked at the city street.

“I was there,” you whispered. “I was at the house when those soldiers came to tell us you died,” you looked back at him. The sight of you with tears in your eyes broke his heart. “I thought you were dead. I-” You closed your eyes as it became harder to hold back your tears. He acted on instinct that he thought was gone. Pulling you into his arms as you cried. Your body slumped against him. He felt tears sting in his own eyes as he forgot how good you felt in his arms. Soft and warm, you were the girl he fell in love with, but he wasn’t the same man.

“Sh,” he cooed, burying his nose on the top of your head and inhaling the shampoo and conditioner you used. “I know.” He wanted to tell you it was okay, but it wasn’t. Nothing about this was okay. So he held you tightly until your tears stopped, and you stepped out of the embrace.

“I have to go back to work,” you spoke softly. Your cheeks were red, your eyes were bloodshot, and Bucky noticed the slight shake in your hands.

“Call out,” he said without thinking. You were startled by his request. “I just,” he ruffled his hair. “I have many questions and don’t understand any of this.”

“I can’t,” his stomach sank to the ground. You were not obligated to answer anything, but he just got you back. He was so scared of you running away again. “But I get out of 7,” you sighed. “If you want answers, I’ll do it then.” He nodded. He realized he would meet you anywhere. Slowly, your eyes took him in. Scanning him from the combat boots he wore to his blue eyes. “You look good, Buck.” You smirked. He felt himself bush at your words and your signature smirk. You wore it that night at the bar. You always knew how to unravel him.

“You are,” he said slowly. “Still as beautiful as I remember.” You left him in that alley with a smile on your face. You wore that same smile when Rebecca teased him at the dinner table. That smile when Bucky would catch you in the kitchen with his ma. You would give him that smile when he lay down next to you in bed. He loved and missed that smile so much.

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With a shaky breath, you told your coworkers you would be right back. You missed what they said as you went to the staff bathroom and locked the door behind you. The color water you splashed on your face helped cool you down, but it did not stop your mind from slipping into memory.

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There wasn’t much convincing for your friends to get you to go to a local bar with them. There were talks throughout the neighborhood of one last party before the men got shipped off to fight in this war. You hated wars - seen so many started and ended over the simplest of things. The lives lost were unimaginable. So much blood stained the soil. However, these depressing thoughts left your mind when you pushed to the bar.

A live band was on stage, and the tables and chairs were pushed to the side to create a dance floor. You had to give this generation credit - they knew how to have a good time. But it was never going to top the prohibition area of the 20s. The speakeasy scene in Boston was unmatched. Still, Brooklyn knew how to party.

A few soldiers approached you and asked for a dance or to buy you a drink, but you waved them away and claimed you were waiting for your boyfriend. In reality, you were searching for something yourself. Being alive for years, for centuries, taught you a lot. If you wanted something, it was up to you to go after it. For the average human, time waited for no one. You liked to live your life that too. So you watched the boys in their uniforms smoothly talk to the girls who wanted their attention. Then you saw him.

He was surrounded by a few girls wearing an unbuttoned sports shirt and matching pants. His hair was slicked back, but it was his blue eyes that drew you in. He was perfect. Signaling for the bartender, you ordered yourself a drink and one for him. The man working looked at you with wide, confused eyes, so you tipped him extra to do it. One thing that never changed was that money made people do anything.

The worker placed your drink in front of you, and you sipped on it slowly. A long life like yours required patience, and you had plenty of it. Over the band playing, you heard footsteps approaching you. They were slow and deliberate. “I believe I have you to thank for this,” he said, placing the beer on the counter. Still, your eyes remained forward, but you offered the man a simple shrug.

“A way to say thank you for your service.” He stood next to you. The scent of his cologne washed over you - leather and spice. The soldier chuckled.

“I think it’s custom for me to pay you a drink,” you suppressed your eye roll. You thought gender roles were stupid. There was money in your pocket - why would you allow society to tell you how to spend it? Finally, you looked at him. He was more handsome up close. You turned your body closer and leaned into him.

“I’m the type of gal to go after what she wants,” he chuckled softly. His blue eyes took you in, scanning over the dress you wore.

“And you want me, doll.” The pet name rolled off his tongue so easily. It made you wonder how many others he called that. However, it made you feel warm.

“You are pretty easy on the eyes, soldier,” you left your half-finished drink on the bar and reached up to play with the collar. His eyes followed your movements. With a smirk, he reached for his beer and finished it.

“Dance with me,” you had never followed a man so willingly before.

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The next morning, you woke up in his bed, naked as the day you were born, with his arm tightly around your waist. Carefully, you tried to escape without waking him up but failed. He tightened the hold he had on you and pinned you down to the bed. “Ma’s cookin’ breakfast,” he mumbled. His voice was thick and raspy. “You don’t wanna miss it. Best cookin’ in all of Brooklyn.” You giggled.

“Do you offer every girl you sleep with your mama’s cooking?” He grunted as he pulled himself on top of you. His weight and warmth were comforting.

“Only the pretty ones,” his lips started at your cheek, then traveled down your neck. A shiver ran down your spine, and you moved your head to give him more room. “Only the ones I think she would like.” You hummed, gently running your fingers through his hair. A sharp bite to your neck caused you to pull the strands of his hair. Both of your groans filled his bedroom.

“And I’m one of these girls,” he nodded, and his free hand that wasn’t supporting his weight squeezed at your breast. You felt his smirk on your skin as you moaned.

“You know how to put me in my place,” he answered. “And,” his lips left your neck and grazed yours. “You are a girl that knows what she wants. So tell me, what do you want?” You hooked your leg around him and flipped him onto his back.

“I need you to fuck,” you rolled your hips against him - liking the breathless moan that left his lips. He sat up, wrapped his arm around your waist, and pulled you flush to his chest.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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You stared at your reflection. The droplets of water dripped down your face. What you thought would be a one-night stand turned into so much more. You moved into the Barnes house and easily fell in love with Bucky. But when they told you he was killed in action, you remembered why you made a rule to never fall in love.

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“He’s here,” Maddie whispered, sticking her head through the window. “Do you want me to take him?” You watched Bucky sit directly in your section.

“No, I got him. " He was early. It was only 6, which meant you had an hour left of your shift. You smiled at your coworker before walking over to him. “Your early soldier.” You always liked the flush that would cover his cheeks. You thought he looked pretty like that.

“I was pacing in my apartment. I needed to get out of there before I lost it,” you frowned slightly as you wondered what had happened.

“Are you hungry? I can get us something before the heavy stuff.”

“Chicken noodle soup,” you smiled at his request. “It takes like ma’s.”

“That’s because it is,” you said, tapping your hand on the table. “Same recipe.” You clocked out early when you brought the soup and bread to Bucky’s table. Maddie followed with two glasses of water. “Thank you,” you said to her. Bucky took his plate and mixed the contents of the bowl before taking a few bites.

“Is this her recipe?” You nodded.

“When you left for the war, I stayed with them. I learned a lot and wrote down every recipe,” you sighed and ripped a piece of the bread to dip in the soup. “I opened this place in 89’. It felt right to use them. I even designed the space like her dining room.” You watched him look around the place.

“I never noticed, but I don’t understand,” he whispered. “How do you look like you haven’t aged from that night?” You gasped playfully and kicked his shin underneath the table.

“James Buchanan Barnes, didn’t your mama teach you to never ask a lady for her age?” You missed the smile that appeared on his face. Bucky always tried to hide it even though you thought it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

“You are hardly a lady, doll,” you chuckled but frowned slightly.

“I could ask you the same question,” you said. “You look older but still the same. What happened to you, Bucky? They told us you died. I-” You shook your head. Telling him you held his mother while she cried wasn’t going to help. Bucky was quiet while he pushed the contents of the food around. Finally, he stopped and pulled off his gloves. You’ve wondered why he wore them when it wasn’t cold out. Now you understand. One hand was how you remembered it - probably warm and strong. The other was metal. Metal that traveled up his jacket. It clicked in your head - the Winter Solider. You heard your coworkers talk about the man with a metal arm that was responsible for hundreds of deaths. With your long life, you find it pointless to watch the news. If there was one thing you knew, it was that humans were always destined to repeat their mistakes. “Oh, Jamie,” he flinched from the old nickname.

“Your turn,” he said, zipping up his jacket and putting his gloves back on. Fuck. You told one other person the truth, and that was Winifred on her deathbed. She made you promise that if Bucky survived, you would find him. You tried to keep your promise, but each year, that past hurt. There was a small amount of hope when Steve came off the ice, but how would you explain what you were to him?

Now, the man you never stopped loving was sitting across from you. Your Bucky. Your Buckaroo. Once upon a team, he was the one person who knew you so well. “I don’t age,” you admitted. “I’ve looked like this since 1693.” The man blinked at you once, then twice, and you desperately wanted to know what was going through his mind.

“That’s-” The word impossible died on his lips. “So you’re like Thor.” You wished you were a God. It would have made your life far more interesting.

“Nope, I’m just me,” you said, taking a slow sip of your water. I think I angrier a witch back in Salem that cursed me with this long life.” Without thinking, you grabbed his metal hand. He flinched from the contact, but he allowed you to hold it. “I missed you.” Bucky ran his thumb over your skin.

“I missed you too.”

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When you asked Bucky if he wanted to come to your apartment above the diner, you weren’t expecting to be in this position. Back pressed against the wooden door, his hands on your waist, and his lips against yours. You turned to ask him a question. The question died on your lips when you saw the intense look in his eyes. It made you drop your keys to the ground. You weren’t sure who moved first, but you met in the middle with your lips against each other. You cupped his face while your hands shook and felt the slight stubble on his chin. The kiss wasn’t rushed or firey - deep, aching, slow. It sent a shiver down your spine. Your lips pressed to his like you were trying to remember his shape, to make sure he was real and not just a dream you had carried for so long. It felt like home.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, pulling away slightly. The feeling of his warm breath against your lips tickled. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since I first saw you,” he sighed. It’s been a while for me.” You weren’t surprised by that. Gently, you placed a hand on his cheek, and he leaned into the contact. Your heart broke for him. When was the last time someone held him?

“We don’t have to do anything except sit on the couch and watch a movie. Oh! Did you know they turned The Hobbit into a movie? Do you want to watch them? He smiled and bent down to pick up your keys.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you finally unlocked the door and led him into your living room. Once he was settled onto the couch, you went to the kitchen to make popcorn. You watched him while it was popping.

Your apartment wasn’t exciting. You kept it minimal to keep your secret safe. Once the popcorn was in the bowl, you returned to the couch and set up the movie. It wasn’t long into the movie when the popcorn was placed on the table, and Bucky had you pulled into his arms. Safe and warm was how you felt against him.

Halfway through the movie, the positions changed. His head was in your lap, and your fingers were weaving through his hair. He was exhausted. You could see it edged in his features. Finally, he succumbed to it. This was the most peaceful you’ve seen him. “Please don’t leave me again,” you mumbled. You weren’t sure if you could handle the heartbreak again. But you were so glad you met him in a crowded bar in Brooklyn.

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Beneath the Surface - Prologue

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: When memories, buried deep within your sea of emotions, resurface, you’re left to question what lies beneath the surface. Did he truly mean to leave you behind, or was there something more to his silence than you ever understood?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, mild gore, OP spoilers, this story follows the Dressrosa arc

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I’m back with another Trafalgar Law series! It’s been a while, whoops…definitely didn’t have any plans of putting an end to this blog 👀….anyway, this is going to be a pretty short series (decided to make it a series cause otherwise it would have just sat unfinished, in my drafts forever), but I hope with this I can get back into writing….alas we shall see how that goes.

I will try and update on a weekly basis (each chapter will probably have a similar word count), with the first part coming out next week, but I make no promises :P

It was a small dimly lit room, its walls adorned with peeling paint, and the floors strewn with mattresses. In one corner of the room came the quiet sniffling of a girl, and in another lay a boy, staring at the ceiling, desperate to get some sleep, but unable to due to the rather loud sound.

“Quiet down. Some of us are trying to sleep,” the boy whisper-yelled through gritted teeth after nearly half an hour of uninterrupted crying. He couldn’t fathom how the other two kids managed to sleep through it.

“Sorry,” came a quiet mumble through ragged breaths. But the whimpering didn’t quite stop. It alternated between soft sniffles and sharp intakes of breath, the persistent pattern grating on the boy’s nerves.

Exasperated, he heaved a sigh and walked over to the little girl. She had been with them for a week now, the newest addition to the crew, after they had found her wandering alone, dazed and hollow-eyed, on an island they had stopped at. She hadn’t said much since then.

But the crying? The crying had been relentless.

Her presence had unwittingly disrupted his nights, leaving him lying awake, night after night, listening to her tears. But tonight he decided it needed to stop, he couldn’t have this continue for the rest of his time.

“What’s your problem?” he asked bluntly.

Startled, the girl let out a gasp as she scrambled away from him. “Sorry.”

The boy rolled his eyes at her timid apology. “Why are you crying?” he asked, this time with a hint of impatience.

She looked at him with wide tear-filled eyes and mumbled something incoherent, only furthering the boy’s annoyance. “What?”

“I-I had a nightmare,” she managed to say, huddling further into her blanket as if protecting herself.

“About what?” he asked, sitting down next to her. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing - comforting others, but if it would stop her crying, he was willing to try.

“My parents and I,” she began hesitantly, her voice trembling, and he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate. “We were being tortured…before they took my parents away. I managed to escape but...but I was so scared…and it hurt so much.”

The boy was silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He had known loss too, he had had nightmares of his own. But seeing the girl in front of him look so fragile, stirred something in him, compelling him to provide her with some comfort.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured at last, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “I know it hurts. But crying won’t bring them back.”

She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “I know. But it’s hard. I miss them so much.”

“I get it,” he admitted quietly, his sudden empathy surprising not just him. “But you have to be strong. If you keep crying every night, you’ll never get better.”

She nodded, sniffling again. “I’ll try.”

After another long pause, the boy hesitated before offering tentatively, “Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes talking helps.”

She looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. “You…you want to listen?”

He shrugged, awkward but sincere. “If it helps you stop crying, then yeah.”

Taking a deep breath she began to speak - recounting her story to him. She told him about her parents, how they cared for her, and about the day they were taken away. The boy listened quietly, saying little, simply being present as she poured out her heart. Gradually, as she spoke, her crying began to subside.

When she finally finished, the room was quiet. She glanced at him, her eyes red and puffy but no longer filled with tears.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

He nodded. “Get some sleep,” he urged gently, standing up. “We’ve got a mission tomorrow, so it’ll be a long day.”

She lay down again, curling up with her head resting on her arm. The boy watched her for a moment, then turned to return to his own mattress.

Softly, she called out his name, and he paused in his steps. He hadn’t heard such a tender voice say his name in a while, it spread a warm feeling through him, one that he was reluctant to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore.

Slowly turning back to her, he spoke, “What?” His voice came out harsher than expected, and he noticed the curves of the girl’s lips briefly turn down into a frown.

“Why do you think you're going to die in three years?” she asked, her voice hesitant but filled with concern.

The boy froze once again, the weight of her question settling heavily on his shoulders. He walked back and sat down next to her. “I have a disease,” he said slowly. “A terminal one.”

Her eyes widened in shock as she sat up. “But...but there has to be something that can be done. A cure, a treatment...something.”

He shook his head. “They tried everything. There’s nothing that can be done.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, surprising him with the depth of their emotion. “I’m sorry,” the girl whispered, her voice thick with sorrow.

He shrugged, feigning indifference. “I’ve accepted it.”

She shook her head vehemently. “No. I won’t accept it. I’ll help you find a cure. We’ll find a way to save you.”

He looked at her, surprised by how determined she sounded despite not knowing him all that well. He hadn’t met anyone like her yet, someone willing to help him. That same warm feeling spread through him, and for a moment he let himself be hopeful. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” she said firmly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “We’ll do it together. I promise,” she said, almost sounding excited.

She held out her pinky for him to take and for the first time in a long time, the boy allowed himself to feel a flicker of hope. Though he convinced himself it was only to please her.

With a hesitant smile of his own, he locked his pinky with hers, the gesture although making him cringe slightly, had been somewhat comforting.

“Alright,” he murmured softly, meeting her determined gaze. “We’ll find a cure.”

xxxx

The waves lapped against the hull of the Thousand Sunny as Law leaned against the railing, the salty breeze tousling his hair. In the distance, the silhouette of an island could be seen - their next destination.

The face of a man flashed in his mind, followed by hers - her smile, her determination, her promise. Law found himself lost in the memory from his past, a memory fresh in his mind as if it had just happened yesterday. But years had passed since then, and now any memory of his past was followed by a storm of anger, determination, and something else — something he couldn’t quite place, but something that only came when he though of her.

Law clenched his fists, his mind racing through the chaotic events that had brought him here. But amid the anger and resolve, his thoughts kept drifting back to her - the girl he had spent nearly two years with, the girl he had left behind.

The mission to take down Doflamingo was more than just a personal vendetta; it was a lifeline. Not just for him, but for her too. She had been his constant, his only surviving reminder of what he was fighting for, and he needed to get her out of there.

The truth about Doflamingo's takeover of Dressrosa was a well-guarded secret, one that had been kept from her as well. For the longest time Law had wondered why she had never left, and his only explanation was that the truth had been hidden from her. He knew that if she discovered the full extent of Doflamingo’s treachery, she would leave him without hesitation. But for whatever reason Doflamingo wanted her by his side - and just the thought of it was maddening.

Suddenly, his musings were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. Law turned to see Luffy approaching, his usual carefree grin plastered across his face.

“Tra! Dinner’s ready. You coming?” Luffy asked, oblivious to the turmoil in Law's mind.

Law gave a short nod in reply and as Luffy bounded back towards the galley, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the battles ahead. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. Doflamingo needed to be stopped, and she needed to be saved. And he would do whatever it took to make that happen.

Turning his gaze back to the horizon once more, Law allowed himself one last moment of contemplation. "Just hold on a little longer," he whispered to the wind, hoping somehow, she could hear him.

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