#romeos kiss to die in your arms

[jude-thedude98]

I just want to die

into your arms.

If death was the dagger that killed Romeo

then I'd be your Casanova

Hopeful of a

new life

in you.

I choose to believe

that you too

are facing the same "demons"

I am.

This truth that suffocated us of

realization of comfortability from above.

The love that never shared

has been cared by a friend

to sit in —

or out

of your own feelings;

of feeling you can't be left without

Rights.

Tight schedule

of acting straight during the day

and gay at night.

What happens in between sheets.

Secret lovers try to keep

secret lips closed

but how can a kiss expose?

The true feelings i have.

For in your arms I'd die.

The poisonous kiss that cried

out to all romantics.

Romeo's Kiss (To Die In Your Arms) by Mr. PoetAll

I know I changed the ending of Romeo & Juliet, but in my world Juliet is Julian.

[sadnymi]

Shakespeare

[Mattheo riddle × reader]

Summary:Your obsession with Shakespeare is driving mattheo insane. And now he found himself jealous of fictional characters and a long-dead playwright.

Words:0.5k

Sitting in the Slytherin common room, the fire crackling in the hearth, I watched as a couple of students began to argue near the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. As their voices rose, I felt Mattheo's arm tighten around my shoulders. He always had a protective streak, especially when tensions flared.

Suddenly, I couldn't help myself. "The lady doth protest too much, methinks," I quoted, my voice cutting through the noise. The room fell silent for a moment, and all eyes turned to me.

Mattheo chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Another Shakespeare quote, darling?"

I grinned up at him, unable to resist. "What can I say? He just knew how to capture the essence of human nature."

"Great, another Shakespearean monologue. Can't you save that for class?" Pansy said.

“I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes but there was a hint of amusement in them. "You know, sometimes I think you're more in love with Shakespeare than with me."

I leaned closer, my lips brushing his ear. "You jealous of a dead playwright, Mattheo?"

He smirked, his hand slipping down to my waist. "Only when you quote him more than you kiss me."

A few days later, we were in the library, studying for our Potions exam. As usual, the silence was only broken by the rustling of pages and the occasional whisper. I was immersed in "Hamlet" when a scuffle broke out between two Ravenclaws over a disputed study spot.

 “Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.” I couldn't resist quoting, earning a few chuckles from nearby students.

Mattheo groaned, pulling my book down. "Really? Again with the Shakespeare?"

I giggled. "What? It's fitting."

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "You know what else is fitting? My cock inside you."

My cheeks flushed, looking around to make sure nobody heard. "Mattheo, we're in the library."

He grinned wickedly. "Doesn't mean I can't make you wet just by talking."

The rest of the day was a blur as we were now lying on the couch in the dark empty Slytherin common room, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. I had "Romeo and Juliet" open on my lap, reading aloud one of my favorite passages.

"Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun."

Mattheo's eyes darkened with something primal. "You know, I don't like you quoting other men, even if they're fictional."

I laughed softly. "You're jealous of Romeo now?"

He kissed my neck, nipping lightly. "I don't want to share you with anyone, even if they're just words on a page."

I closed the book and turned to straddle him, feeling his growing hardness beneath me. "You have nothing to worry about, Mattheo. You're my Romeo."

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me down to grind against him. "Damn right I am. Now, why don't you show me how much you love me, Juliet?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

[writeaboutit]

Thus With a Kiss, I Die

Firefighter Abby and Reader get trick-or-treaters

Wanted to get out one last Halloween-themed fic before spooky season ends(even though it's technically the 1st). I had a couple more ideas, one including a Halloween party that would bring in the other characters(Ellie, Dina, Jessie, etc.) but idk if I want them in this universe or not so lmk if y'all would be interested in that or not. Anyway, I hope you like it and happy last days of spooky season!!

Series: p1,2,3

Word Count: 945

Warnings: None

You tried and failed to walk down the hallway in a normal way—those damn wings. The costume was cute but you kept forgetting about the wings strapped to your back. You couldn’t really tell if that was a good or bad thing.

On one hand, they were light enough to endure wearing them for the next two hours while you and Abby handed out candy to the neighborhood trick-or-treaters and then three more hours for the Halloween party. On the other hand, you had already lost seven wing feathers to various walls, low-hanging light fixtures, and one door jam. 

You turned sideways and shimmied down the hall to accommodate the small space and expansive wings. You would get used to it… or at least that's what you keep telling yourself as you round the corner into your bedroom. 

Abby was sitting on the edge of your mattress struggling with a buckle on the arm cuff on her fake metal armor. Suddenly you thought you probably shouldn’t be complaining about the wings. You knew that Abby’s costume was a sensory nightmare but she was ignoring it to appease you and your dream couple's costume. 

It was your first Halloween in the new house and you were dying to dress up. You had only lived in apartments previously and being in a house this year meant trick-or-treaters surly. You'd be damned if you didn’t go all out with your costume.

So here you were wearing massive white wings and a long white dress, Abby across from you wearing a grey get-up covered in chain mail and fake shoulder/arm armor, a sword sticking out of her belt loop—the perfect Romeo and Juliet. 

Although you knew Abby was probably more uncomfortable than not you had to admit that she looked hot as shit and by the way she went still forgetting the stupid buckle to drink you in she was thinking the same thing. 

You took a deep breath trying to steel yourself against your wife's burning gaze and walked to the space in between her spread knees. 

“Let me help,” you motioned down to her wrist and loose armor. 

She raised her arm without comment. You could tell she was staring at you but you focused on feeding the leather strap through the buckle and tightening it. You guys did not have time to get…distracted. 

“You look so pretty, baby.” She broke the silence and you could no longer avoid her pulling eyes. 

“Thank you, so do you.” You said softly leaning down to press a light kiss to her cheek. 

She hummed at the contact and bracketed her arms around the back of your thighs, pulling you into her. 

You laughed at the sudden tug and braced your arms on her shoulders for support. The pair of you stared at each other for a long while, in complete silence. You spent the moment—what felt like ten years, debating whether or not the distraction would be worth it. You could just run downstairs and throw the candy bowl out on the porch for the kids to help themselves. 

Yes, that sounded like a very pleasant idea. Just as you were about to suggest it to your wife the doorbell rang. 

You squealed forgetting about that plan. You guys could do that later, right now you were too excited to celebrate the holiday. You couldn’t wait until you and Abby had kids one day and were able to take them trick-or-treating. For now, handing out candy would have to suffice. 

You pulled out of Abby’s grasp and tugged on her arms, “Come on, come on. We have our first trick-or-treaters!” 

Abby laughed at your excitement. She was glad that you were getting so much joy out of the night even though all you were going to be doing was sitting by the door and saying hello and goodbye to kids dressed as Disney princesses or video game characters. 

You guys rushed down the hall, well more like you and Abby just followed at a reasonable pace. You could hear the high-pitched voices of excited children on the other side of the door and you grabbed the fake cauldron full of candy and unlocked the door. 

Abby hung back just slightly from the open door frame making sure your guys' dog Alice didn’t become an escape artist and jump scare the kids. 

She smiled as you gasped and asked a little girl if she was the little mermaid. The little girl squealed excited that someone knew who she was and excitedly exclaimed, “Yes! Do you like my dress?” 

“I love your dress,” you dragged out the love for emphasis. 

Yeah, Abby was fucked. She wanted to make you a mom, like yesterday, despite the logistical hurdle regarding that. 

You finished dishing out the candy and closed the door a smile on your face. When you met Abby’s eyes you knew exactly what was brewing behind her eyes. 

“Nope. Stop looking at me like that, we definitely do not have time for that.” You waved a hand over her form. 

“Not even just a little bit of time?” She grabbed the center of your dress and pulled you in, “I can make it real quick baby,” She whispered against your lips. 

Your heart stalled in your chest. Well… when she put it like that?

Just as you went to answer her the doorbell rang again causing you to laugh and her to groan. She rested her forehead against yours and you answered, “Sorry baby, you’re just gonna have to wait until tonight.”

You pulled out of her grasp once more and placed a light pat on her ass. She groaned again.

[klausinamarink]

(saw this post and laughed at everyone’s tags and ended up writing this instead of my actual wips i should really finish whOOPs)

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Eddie bopped his head lightly along to Mötley Crüe on his Walkman as he scribbled his ideas for the Thanksgiving oneshot. He managed to finish the gruelling biology homework and his English essay tonight, so he deserved a treat.

As he tapped his pencil against his desk, he looked up and happened to catch one Steve Harrington’s face at the window.

Eddie perked up, taking his headphones off. Steve grinned, gave his dumb finger wave, and pointed at the window. Eddie gave him a ‘wait a second’ gesture and hurried to close his door, peeking first at the living room where Wayne sat on the couch and read his newspaper. Then he swiftly moved his Mötley Crüe tape to his radio and cranked the volume up that would cover any discreet noise.

He lifted the window open, taking a moment to closely observe Steve’s face in his goofy awestruck glory. “What brings you to my balcony, Romeo?”

Steve shrugged playfully, “Doesn’t Juliet yearn for his lover to come at unknown hours under the moonlight?”

Eddie gave himself a second to turn away and cover his delightful shriek with a palm over his mouth. Goddamnit, his boyfriend is a perfect Shakespeare romantic. He leaned back in with a low whisper, “Sounds like Romeo needs an excuse to see Juliet.”

“That’ll be great since I’m literally tiptoeing on this box right now.” Steve laughed and heaved himself up with a ‘hup!’ Eddie stepped back to let his boyfriend shimmy in, but then his eyes widened in horror when he realized what was under the window in his room.

“Wait, Steve-!” Eddie cut off as Steve landed elegantly onto the small bookshelf instead of the bed because he had switched their places the previous week because his brain was on a weird day and Eddie had thought doing so might shut it up, so he has yet to reverse them.

The bookshelf toppled over on the floor, along with the lamp and other figurines. Steve himself pretty much crashed and rolled before he stopped himself on his side. He looked up at Eddie in bewilderment.

“Uhhh…”

Before either of them could say anything, Wayne burst into the room. Out of instinctive reflex, Eddie threw his bedsheets right on Steve, covering him but not really hiding him.

“What’s going on?” Wayne asked. His gaze landed on the mess and the very obvious Steve blanket lump on the floor.

“Nothing!” Eddie answered, too cheerily. “I was just dancing a lot and, uh, did this. By accident, sorry.”

Wayne stared at him, clearly not believing his ass. “…Right.” He said slowly. “Does Steve want to stay for breakfast in the morning?”

Eddie blinked innocently and, because he was the best liar in the entire world, said, “Who’s Steve?”

Steve made some muffled guffaw sound. Eddie subtly kicked him in where he hoped was in the shins. Wayne gave him another stare before coming to Steve the Blanket Lump and lifted the sheet up where Steve blinked just as innocently back.

“What’s your name, son?” Wayne asked matter of factly.

“…Steve?”

“Steve, would you like to stay for breakfast in the morning?”

Steve looked over to Eddie, who quickly shook his head no, then back at Wayne with his parent-rated charming smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t mind, Wayne.”

His uncle nodded and dropped the blanket, covering Steve again. He turned and walked out of the room, calling out, “Better not hear any more noises again!”

Eddie practically dropped to the ground, his face in his hands, and groaned aloud. This was so embarrassing. He felt Steve’s arms hugging his chest. “Eds, babe, I’m sorry but you know I would die for your uncle’s buttermilk biscuits and jams.”

He glared at his boyfriend half-heartedly. “Stealthy like a ninja, you say?”

Steve pointedly looked down at the fallen bookshelf. “Welllll, I could’ve sworn there was always a bed there-”

Eddie kissed him. “Well,” he said after they broke apart, “maybe I’ll let Romeo help me clean up and all shall be forgiven with our usual duties.”

Steve wiggled his eyebrows with a shit-eating grin. “Clean up, you say, Juliet?”

Wayne hollered at Eddie to close his bedroom door.

[nemesyaaa]

AND I SAID " ROMEO TAKE ME SOMEWHERE WE CAN BE ALONE."

AND MY DADDY SAID " STAY AWAY FROM JULIET. "

“ I TALKED TO YOUR DAD, GO PICK OUT A WHITE DRESS. IT'S A LOVE STORY, BABY, JUST SAY "YES. ”

🌹 it was a tragedy but you were already hooked. if you die for me, i would die for you, as he always murmurs in your ears.

romeo!jj who knelt down for you the first time he saw you in that rose garden, on one of his knee, dressed in his shining silver armor. he was a fallen prince that reached for his sinned princess.

romeo!jj who complimented your sublime, long dress, a gift from your father, but who wanted to see you without it.

romeo!jj who helped you lace up your corset, but had to refrain from touching you in front of your servants every time your breasts bounced above the cleavage.

romeo!jj who helped you undo your dress, sliding the threads through his hands, while kissing your skin every time he undid a lace.

romeo!jj who liked to irritate your father because he was young and arrogant. romeo!jj who showed up at balls where he is not invited, drinks from the cup of wine of your dad before throwing it on the ground, and sneaking among the guests to find you. you. the woman he seeks and wants. romeo!jj who kicked out all the dance partners you had, just because he was the only one who can make you dance.

romeo!jj who fighting your father with his precious sword in front of everyone, while making you dance. he was meticulous, his blade never touched you.

romeo!jj who may loose the fight but will end up finding you on your balcony later while you wait for him in the light of the moon.

romeo!jj who kissed you passionately, with the love you deserved. romeo!jj who was all dirty after a long battle, messy sweaty hair that smell victory, bruises on his pretty young face, and blood but who refused to be far away from you.

you were his juliet to whom he wrote love letters with ink stains but you loved to smell his scent in every word.

romeo!jj who was not a music lover but such a fan of hearing you play the harp late at night.

you had tried to teach him but his hands were always somewhere other than on the tiny fragile ropes.

romeo!jj who forced you to leave your prison while your parents slept to take you to have fun. you threw yourself off the balcony and he caught you in his arms. but often complained about the size of your dress. sometimes, jj fantasized about seeing his princess in silver armor.

you had tried to push him away dozens of times, but it never worked because he was stronger than you at this game. romeo!jj wanted you, and even if he had to have the world against him , it didn't matter, because he would let this world burn for his only love.

romeo!jj who fought duels with all his rivals, and who took pleasure in capturing you whenever he could. he had a big white horse and took you for rides. sometimes he dreamed of being an evil prince and kidnapping you, and locking you in a giant tower. but you were too beautiful in his eyes to be hidden from the world.

you were his juliet, the one to whom he revealed his scars, to whom he let see his weaknesses, his true nature, weak and sensitive.

you were his juliet and he agreed to cry in front of you because of his father.

you were his juliet, a sin. but he was in love. no matter how much hell tormented him, he would descend there for your beautiful eyes.

he was your romeo, and he taught you how to use the sword, one hand on your waist, and another on his weapon. romeo!jj who had engraved the initials of your name on his blade.

he made you a soldier capable of fighting, but you remained his princess who would never be able to kill anyone. but you didn't have to worry, that was his favorite part. fighting for you.

he was dressed to kill every person that pissed you, and make him jealous, and you were dressed to be his favorite pure and soft angel. and in the future, his perfect wife.

romeo!jj who knew how much your families hated each other but couldn't stay away from you for more than five minutes. romeo!jj who planned to run away with you.

romeo!jj who knelt in front of you one day, “will you marry me ?” with the most precious ring in his hand. romeo!jj who had found nothing better than to make you cry on your birthday with his surprise. romeo!jj who wanted nothing more than for you to be his.

even if your father humiliated him yesterday because a capulet would never marry a montague. that the blood of your family was superior to others. that he would never have you.

there had been another fight between the two. he never gave up, even when your father placed a blade against his throat, forcing jj to go on his knees. you begged your father to not kill him. while you cried your heart out, jj's blood stained your dress, he whispered in your ear.

“ already in tears for me? i didn't fuck you well yet. don't be a crybaby, princess. your romeo will not die tonight. ”

you wanted to hit him. but you smiled at him when he got up.

but you knew that his own father had also beaten him for this betrayal and shame that was your love for each other.

“ my father is going to kill you.” you said with a soft voice, your fingers stucked in his blonde curls, while he was on his knees, his hands on your waist covered by your big princess dress. and his eyes all over you.

“you are the only one capable of killing me. and you've already done it a million times.”

“ don't die, jj. i forbid you. you think you can conquer everything like achilles, but you will die because of your ego. you are young and i still need you."

" you trust me ? "

"my father is a monster. he won't be afraid to kill you."

" are you afraid of dying with me?"

“nothing scares me more than dying without you., jj. ”

but you had let yourself be blinded by love and happiness, you could never have known, neither you nor jj, that it was the last time you kissed his cold and bruised lips.

and the saddest part was that you died without knowing where your romeo was. you had both been consumed.

you had forgotten god, and you had been punished with jj for that.

credits to @daddldee for the dividers <33 moodboards was made by me. and i'm proud fr 😭 yes, it's inspired by love story/white horse by taylor swift, dont ask me why 😔 i dont think it's really angst but yes, both jj and reader die at the end💀

[notpixl]

Beauty amidst Terror

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Summary:

You get called by The Knave for an important matter.

You recall the various memories during your stay in the House of the Hearth.

Did you mess up?

Did something happen?

Did someone cause trouble?

Or could it be the possibility that…

You’re getting fired?

Only one way to find out…

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Notes:

Multi-part fic since I don’t want you all to be scrolling down

And uh…

Enjoy? I guess…?

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Tags: GN!Reader, I know this looks like it came from ao3, I’ll crosspost this on ao3 and wattpad once all the chapters are done trust, Arlecchino/Reader, Reader is not Traveller, Reader is a Doctor, established relationship, Navia is ur bestie, Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet are wingbuddies, NAVIA AS WINGWOMAN, the children have names, I want her to smooch and kiss me and hug and and an, no beta we die like Tingyun, gap moe probably??? I might be lying once this is finished

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“For the fifth time, Romeo…”

You gently pour Betadine on the kid’s knee, earning a yelp from the latter.

“Why do you insist on running around the house?”

“What else am I supposed to for the afternoon, sleep?”

The boy crosses his arms, clearly annoyed.

A sigh escapes your lips before patting their head.

“You come here one more time you’ll be having The Knave treat your injuries, okay?”

“…”

That’s one way to shut them up.

After covering his knee with dressing you stand up from your kneeling position, dusting your coat off before leading them to their room.

“Just… play with your toys. Read a book or something.”

You close the door, leaving you with the somewhat empty hallways of the Hearth.

Granted there were the maids and employees but you didn’t want to initiate- let alone start a conversation…

But aside from Socializing there’s other things to worry about!

Such as locking up the Clinic now that your shift is ove-

“Doctor?”

You stood still for a second, unresponsive.

“…doctor?”

“If I wasn’t used to your antics I’d be dead on the floor, Lynette…”

“Mm… is that why it took you a bit to respond?”

You turn to look at her, immediately noticing the bandaid on her cheek.

“…yes.”

She points at the bandaid, her expression still the same.

“Don’t worry. I did the steps necessary. Just like you said.”

You cross your arms, an eyebrow raised.

“Disinfectant as well?”

“Mm.”

A smile escapes your lips as you ruffle her hair, earning a silent pur.

“Father told me to escort you to her Office.”

“I-Is that so…?”

You nervously retract your arm in response to that information.

You? Being called by The Knave?

S-surely you didn’t do anything bad, right?

“Mm. Follow me.”

Lynette guides you to her Father’s Office, unconsciously walking beside her since you’re already being plagued with multiple questions and thoughts.

Was it the way you treated those kids Were the playful threats too much? Could it be the medicine you used? Maybe it’s you sometimes showing up late- No that shouldn’t be it…

Maybe… a raise-

No… doubt that’d happen…

…fired, maybe?

*Knock! Knock! Knock!*

“Come in.”

Lynette steps aside, being met with The Knave facing her back towards you.

The door shuts tight.

It’s just you and her.

There’s a sofa in front of her desk which beckons you to come closer.

But you have manners.

“Sit.”

You walked rather… slow? As if you’re prepared for any news you’ll be receiving this afternoon…

At least the sofa feels comfy.

Wait why’re you even thinking about that-

“…How’s your stay?”

“Uh… n-nice, I guess…”

Great. You’re stuttering. What a way to start, you.

“How were the kids?”

You gulp.

“Some are… manageable. Some need sweets… and some need a… little visit from The Knave…”

There’s a… slight pause.

“How are you feeling?”

“…Kind of tired? But I’ll be fine.”

“Even after hundreds upon hundreds of children dashing towards your Clinic?”

“Like I said… some are manageable… some need a little treat… and some definitely need a visit from-

“Me.”

“Yes…”

“Why?”

Oh now that is… tricky.

You look at your hands resting on your lap, unsure of what to say.

Oh screw it, you’re in too deep anyway.

“Because you look frightening.”

…

“Mm.”

A long silence ensues.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes slowly look up…

To meet those menacing- no, hypnotizing eyes of hers.

Trying to look at The Knave of all people is already a difficult task.

As if you shouldn’t even think of doing that.

But remaining eye contact with her?

You’ll be dead on the spot.

*Snap!*

“Are you still awake?”

“I- w-what…?”

You repeatedly blink, gaining your senses back.

“Good.”

Should you be scared?

Aroused?

Maybe even both??

“I’ll repeat it again.”

The Knave points at herself.

“Do I look frightening…?”

You stammer.

“N-no… to me at least.”

“…?”

That look of hers tells you to go on.

Not like you had any choice anyway.

“While others might look at you with fear or dread in mind… I fortunately got to see the… Beauty amidst this…”

“Go on.”

“…amidst this terrifying face of yours.”

The last part took… practically everything just to say it.

“…Leave.”

You picked yourself up and bolted away from The Knave’s sights, making sure to close the door quietly.

The fervent beats of your heart occupied your ears as you lean on the wall, shivering.

…

Wait…

Come to think of it…

Wasn’t that a compliment…?

You just flat out said that The Knave’s face is pretty!

You know what? Forget it. You should at least focus on getting out of here and not worry about interpretation…

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Chat trust me on this I have it… somewhat planned out

I just want you all to have a peak instead of waiting a month huhu

It’ll end with the most sloppiest toppiest make out sessi

💥

🪦

[mellifiedprincess]

this is just a little short fic i thought of at like 2 in the morning.

ethan landry x reader

I DID IT ALL FOR LOVE

You understood now why he was pushing you so hard to stay home. Of course you thought he just wanted to keep you safe, but now as he was looking down at you, regret and fear clear in his eyes, it all made perfect sense.

You were so angry with yourself for not seeing it before now. It was so obvious.

“Was any of it real?” You cried out to him. You weren’t even angry at him. You just felt heartbroken.

Ethan, your sweet and shy angel, was a fucking killer. And the fact that you didn’t care about that part, you only cared if his feelings for you were real or not, was fucked up in itself. You watch as he bites down on his bottom lip, so hard it started bleeding. He breaks eye contact with you for a minute, just to look around to see if anyone was paying attention to the two of you.

“Of course my feelings for you are real. Baby-“ He pauses, choking back a sob. “I never wanted to be a part of this sick plan. But they threatened to hurt you. They were gonna take the only thing I’ve ever cared about away. I only did this to protect you. Please, please believe that, baby.” His large hand pressed down on the stab wound on your side harder. He knew you were running out of time, he had to get you out of here.

“Is she dead yet?” Quinn’s sadistic voice calls out from across the room. “Don’t worry about it, Quinn. Just focus on Sam and Tara, okay?” Ethan’s eyes glance towards his sister, almost pleading with her to leave you alone. “Whatever, just don’t let this turn into Romeo and Juliet. Her life isn’t worth yours, Ethan.” Quinn seemed satisfied after that, finally leaving you and Ethan alone.

More tears started falling at her words. She was right. Ethan deserved to walk away from this. And you didn’t think you were gonna make it.

You lifted a bloody hand to Ethan’s face. Grabbing his chin to pull his eyes back to yours. “Ethan, you have to get out of here, baby. Please.” “You’re crazy, I’m not leaving here without you, Y/N.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as a pain shoots through your side. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it through this, sweets. You have to go live for the both of us, okay.” He shakes his head, ignoring your pleas for him to leave without you.

“Just, let me think.” Ethan looks around the room again, this time trying to find any way out. He just needed time to stop. He knew there was only one solution to end all this. He knew what he had to do. His only dilemma was leaving you alone, before he was able to find his family members. He knew leaving you alone was risky.

“I need to get you somewhere safe.” He started mumbling to himself, while looking around again. Throwing the black robe off of his body, he stands up tucking his knife in the waistband of his jeans, and crouches back down to be level with you. “I have to pick you up, baby.” Panic fills your eyes and you shake your head no furiously. “Shh, I know. I know, it’s scary angel.” Ethan reaches to caress your cheek, giving you an encouraging smile. “Just look at me the whole time, okay?”

You knew what his plan was. You knew this could only go one of two ways. “Please at least let me help you, Ethan.” He shakes his head once again, before lifting you effortlessly in his arms.

“You staying hidden and safe is helping me.” Ethan finally stops outside of a door, that looks to be an old supply closet. “You should be safe in here. I’m gonna lock the door, don’t let anyone in unless it’s me.” You start crying again, gripping his shirt so tight it almost rips. “No, Ethan please don’t leave me. I don’t want you to die.”

“Hey, I’m not gonna die. And neither are you. We’re gonna get out of this, I promise.” He leans down, and grabs your face, pulling you in for one last kiss. One last kiss, before he walks out that door to go kill his family, all of this, just to make sure you’re safe. “I mean it Y/N, don’t let anyone in that door unless it’s me. For all we know, Sam and Tara thinks you’re in on this because of me and if they touch you, I will kill them.”

“Okay, don’t open the door for anyone but you.” You nod your head and he stands to leave, but before he can your voice stops him. “Ethan, I love you.” “I love you too.”

You sat for what felt like hours. The stab wound on your side had slowed its bleeding a while ago. You were suprised you were still conscious, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to close your eyes until Ethan was back. Not until you knew he was safe.

You wanted to go look for him, you wanted to help him, but knew if he came back and you weren’t here, he would lose his mind. So, you sat and waited. You sat and thought about what life would be like after all of this. You held on to the little bit of hope you had that the both of you would get out of this alive.

After another 30 minutes, you heard a knock at the door. You stayed silent, not sure what to do. Until there was another knock, followed by his voice. “Y/N? It’s me, sweetheart. You can open the door now.” And as soon as you realized it was him, you jumped up, causing a horrible pain to rip through you. Making you cry out. “Y/N? What’s going on? Open the door.” You finally open the door, falling into Ethan’s chest. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. A heartbreaking sob leaves your lips, feeling nothing but relief.

“It’s okay now. No one can hurt you ever again. Not as long as I’m here.” You just hug him tighter, not sure what to say at this point. “Are they all dead?” You manage to whisper out. “Yeah, they’re all dead.” He craddles your head for a few moments before he realizes you’re still hurt.

“Shit, you’re still bleeding.” He glances around the supply closet, before his eyes land on a first aide kit. Quickly opening it and bandaging your wound as best as possible. You finally take the time to get a good look at him, blood coating his face, his neck, and his once blue shirt now almost completely red. “Ethan! Did you get hurt?” He looks at you confused for a second, until he follows your eyes to his shirt.

“That’s not my blood, baby.” He simply states, going back to fixing your bandage.

That’s when it hit you. Ethan actually killed them. He killed all of them to protect you, because he loved you so much. “Okay, we have to go now. Can you walk?” He asks, as he stands back up and pulls a gun from behind his back. You watch as he checks to see how many bullets are left, before putting it back in his waistband. “I think so.”

“I need you to stay behind me. Just hold on to my shirt, okay.” You both started walking, and you didn’t really know what you were expecting to see, but it definitely wasn’t this. Blood was everywhere. “Ethan, did you do all of this?” He pauses for just a second, but continues his way through the bullets, broken glass, and blood splatter. “Are you scared of me?” Without a second thought, “No.” Falls right from your lips, and you mean it. You’re not scared of him. Maybe you should be, but you’re not.

Anyone in love would understand.

[peapodslvr]

WHAT IT’S LIKE DATING CATO HADLEY

@yomamaslays4lyfe for writing this w me 😛

he’d rather lose the hunger games than let you die

possessive

obsessed

angry sex

make-up sex

would show you his skills (in bed or training)

instead of clove you both got picked from the 2nd district

grew up together

dated as freshman, broke up, then the love rekindled when you both got picked

THAT look when seen you in the dress for the interview

always has his arm around your shoulders, or waist - especially when marvels around cause he’s a man whore

mark you as his

when the other career tributes weren’t around you too would have sex (and your whole district saw)

veiny hands. better when in you

those muscles when he picks up smth heavy gah dayum

man spread w u in between

if another man touched you, they’d be his main target in thg

freaky

PULLING ON HIS HAIR

panting

comes off as dom but is sub when it comes to you

when y’all were younger he was a class clown

letting you do his makeup

before being in thg when you two would drive around and he’d back out of a spot and put his hand behind the head of your car seat AND DRIVING W HIS HAND ON YOUR THIGH

takes you in the backseat

make-out sessions oml

THAT JAWLINE - WHEN YOU KISS IT JSKSKSJSISKS

hes big asf

when he died you just laid with him

after he died you let katniss kill you cause you couldn’t live w/out him (lowk giving romeo and juliet)

[thenewestxmen]

D&W fic part 3

Chapter 3: do I deserve him?

I practically jump away from Wade as Laura storms in. 

“Hey Laura.” Wade says, practically unfazed. 

Laura stares into my eyes, through the adamantium, and right into my soul. Damn it. Of course, the one time I fall for Wade, the one, Laura walks in.

“… Dad…? Is there something you wanted to let me know about?”

“I uh… well…” shit. It’s like words are getting stuck in my throat, they won’t come out.

Wade steps forward, “Laura. Your dad and I are in love! Like Romeo and Juliet except we can’t die no matter which bitch tries to tear us apart! Your young mind wouldn’t understand the love we have!” Wade says, so dramatically as he practically drapes on me. I would expect Laura to be mad. But instead of just leaving yelling and cursing in Spanish, she is grinning.

“Dad, I’m happy for you.”

Sorry, what? Didn’t catch that, what.

“You are?”

“Dad, when I said that Wade was in love with you, by the way Wade, was hardly discreet- - I meant that you should finally make a move. Trust me, I got Blade and Gambit to kiss in the void, of course I know love when I see it. You were too dumb to know you were in love with a guy you have a dog with, and share an apartment and a bed with? Dad… I expected more.”

Holdupholdupholdup. Laura knew I was in love with Wade, even when I was in denial of it… I’m so proud.

Wade leans over and plants a kiss on my forehead. “That means we can make out in front of people.”

“Absolutely not.” I say, but not before pecking his lips. He is still draped on me, I should probably be annoyed but he is so cute, staring at me with those big brown eyes and light pink blush. 

We have a good time with Laura, she wants to watch Mama Mia, which I again haven’t seen, I’m a menace to society again. The singing’s a bit much, but not too terribly bad, just questioning whether what’s-her-face is just an idiot or desperate for a father. Whatever. 

Wade approaches me after the movie, when Laura and Al are busy talking bad about us. 

“Honey badger, we have been in this little eensie weensie little love whatever you call this for almost twenty four hours. Peanut, I have never said this before but let’s start off slow, huh? This is the first relationship where I really know the person I’m in love with. Peanut, even if you don’t see it, you are the most perfect, attractive, sugariest titted man I’ve ever met, and I want this to keep on going. So can we please go slow…?” Wade says, wrapping himself up in my arms. 

“What? Of course Wade, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” I say, reassuringly.

Laura pulls me aside, I get a distinct feeling of de ja vu. 

“Papa, have you said it?”

“Said what?”

“Said it!”

“Laura, you’re going have to be more specific.”

“Oh my-… ‘I love you!’ Have you said it to Wade?!” She’s whispering while yelling. 

I should have probably considered it before I kissed him, but those big brown eyes just melted my brain. When Laura sees me hesitate she just tuts and massages her temples. She is really going too far as this whole matchmaking thing. 

“Papa. I’m going to say this very short and sweet… get your ass up and tell that jabbering, knife obsessed, child you love him!” Laura basically scolds me. I thought I was the father figure. 

“Jesus. Kid, we’re taking it slow. It hasn’t even been a day and we really want this to work out. I’ll say the words to him when I’m ready.” I try and say this as reassuring as possible. But still, a little feeling of anxiety tugs at me. 

We rejoin Wade and Al, same topic as yesterday, but it’s getting heated. Wade moves to my side and holds my arms close. But instead of the little tug of anxiety disappearing, it only grows. What if I take it too far, he wants it to go slow, what if I get too needy and he gets too tired of me? What if he opens his eyes and sees that shit personality in hiding, and all I am is just an alcoholic, metal, untrustworthy mess?

“You alright peanut?”

“Mm?”

“You ok, you look a little green… is that even possible to get sick?”

I snap out of my anxious haze and look at wades soft, slightly concerned face. I may as well hide it, take away at least a little bit of the mess.

“Yeah bub, I’m good.” I say, but the small tug of anxiety is still there.

The next few days I hide it good. It doesn’t go anywhere, it catches me at the worse of times, resulting into a few bad excuses. I wake up early in the morning after that little demon in the back of my head begins to work together with the little tug. I must’ve woken up a little on edge because Wade is stirring a bit. Every movement I make seems to make a small shake of the bed. I maneuver myself around the squeaks and small movements of the bed and get up, walking to the bathroom. As I look it the mirror, my hands leaning over on the sides of the sink, I study my face. It looks wore down, and I can see the little twinge of anxiety in my own eyes. The voice and the twinge are still working together, making me a little shaky. I grab some jeans and pull them over my boxers, taking a walk outside. It’s crisp for me to wear just a white tank top over my torso, but the chill doesn’t bother me. I walk a bit, trying to clear my head. God, Wade is so gorgeous in the morning, and all I can be is a flaming hot mess of demon whispers and anxiety. He deserves better, he just doesn’t notice. He’s going to regret ever calling after me at that shawarma joint. I’ve been with so many, and I mean so many people over the years, some I’ve spent years with, others only a night, but they always end up dead, or not wanting me, or both. Jean is definitely a good example, she always looked at me with those sharp yet gentle eyes, like knives that promise not to poke. Although she broke that promise pretty fast. I was definitely more into Scott than Jean. But I did have a thing for her. I mean usually, I would find myself staring at Scott, and Jean didn’t like that, she wanted the attention. So anytime I was near her, her clothing would strip down to, or almost nothing, trying to grab my attention, she would flirt, but the moment that I would get myself deeper, she would retreat back to Scott. Scott liked me too, he would always make me have to chase him. Both of them only seemed into each other around others, while other times, it was like I was only a prize they could win alone. Scott was always nice, pecking me on the lips with morning breath in the morning, removing his glasses just enough so I only got a small tickle when I refused to get up. Although when Jean saw it, she tried harder. She didn’t want me, she just wanted Scott off of me. Once, in the mansion, while all of the others were off on missions or training, she approached me, stripped of everything. She would dance or just preform some sort of show for me. But when I gave in, she did too. That is, until morning, when she greeted me in the kitchen with a “hey buddy.” And when I confronted her, she would yell, she would use her powers to make Scott think the same way as her. “Logan! You can’t be grateful I’m pitying you?! You’re lucky I would even look at you while all you’re full of is metal, and it’s almost as cold as you!” It went on and on, until the night when they would simply repeat the same dirty show, like it was a competition who won my heart. Only to eventually break it. They kept yelling until I went silent, and they didn’t need to say it, because that little voice in my head was born. I used to think it was Jean who put it there, intentionally, and always talking, but when she passed, it was still there. I was never enough for Jean, or Scott. 

I snap out of the moment when my phone is buzzing 10 times a second. I realize that I have been walking around for 3 hours. All of the texts are from Wade. I read a voicemail.

“Peanut, where tf are you?! You aren’t answering texts, or calls, and you aren’t in the apartment, or with Laura, or anywhere! Did you bail? Oh my g- - I’m so sorry peanut, I know I have been too leading. Did you go off and Wolverine or something? Did you have a nightmare? Are you in trouble? Did one of those TVA bitches come and nab you up? I bet they did, I’m on my…” I stop listening after that. Shit, Wade thinks it’s his fault. That damn voice wouldn’t leave me alone. It’s my fault, not his, damn it why can’t I just care for Wade, why didn’t I leave a note, or something! I can’t even make a note, how am I going to be a good boyfriend!?

I’m practically running home, calling Wade at the same time. “Bub! Hey, I’m so sorry, I went for a walk, lost track of time, I’m sorry. I’m on my way home.”

“Logan?! Al! He’s coming back- - yeah, I know! stop! Logan, thank god, I thought the TVA got to you or something. It’s not your fault.”

I hesitate, ending the call with a “yeah it is… it’s always my fault.” Honestly, I didn’t even know I said it until I got back. Wade pretty much jumps on me, wrapping his arms around me like he’s a koala holding on to a tree branch for dear life.

“Peanut! Sugartits! What did you mean?! It’s your fault?! No it’s not! What TF do you mean?!” And it really hits me what I said. I’m still thinking of Jean and Scott, their relationship with me. But that wasn’t really them, it was just anger and tension talking. But it didn’t, and still doesn’t feel good.

“Hey bub. Sorry, it didn’t mean anything. I think we got lost in communication, I meant I shouldn’t have run off, my bad.” I say with an artificially reassuring voice.

Quick save. But I guess I’m pretty tense and the twinge in my eyes is still pretty visible, because as Wade looks into my eyes, he only needs a moment to look at me before looks at me with a tense face.

“Logan… something’s bothering you. Please tell me what it is? Please? I’ll be your best friend?” The mention of my name, no nickname, no sexy voice, just my name didn’t sit well. I can’t ruin this relationship by complaining. Not this one. I can’t just whine, I’ll be fine. I’m being overdramatic. It was just a couple of bad relationships.

“Darlin’… I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. How about we go out for a breakfast with Mary, huh?” I say, knowing he won’t refuse. But instead, this last month has been full of surprises, he just pulls me close my the waist, his brown eyes looking down at me slightly, his voice serious.

“Please. Please tell me. Then we can go?” Wade says. He is not making this easy. What would Wade do if he knew about it all? This universes Jean and Scott are still alive, so would he blame them? Would it only add to the whining mess that is me?

“I’m fine. I promise.”

“Alright peanut. I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me yourself. But just know that no matter how messed up, shitty, gruesome it is, I will always listen and love you.” Wade says, resting his chin on the top of my head.

Why does this feel so weird, so lovable, but so unfamiliar?

“Yeah bub. Of course.” I say, laying a kiss on his forehead. Of course, this is hot. The little hint of concern on his lips, the sensitive light in his eyes, his gentle hands on my hips.

“Can we have AppleBees for lunch?”

Authors note: OML I LOVE THEM. Finally getting into Logan’s backstory and stuff, what are they going to order from Applebees? IDK, post soon. This was probably the longest chapter so if you read through this TY

[internals1ut]

Helloo I just saw your post and I'm interested in reading any post or nsfw you want to write about the prison au, any shipp you want, the idea is too good I really love it

I would like you to talk more about it, post what you want and I will react 🫶 (English is not my first language, sorry)

ANON THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND AND I AM HAPPY TO FINALLY SHARE THIS!!!

I had to do some more thinking on this au since it really was like a sudden thing that came to my head as I was watching Nanbaka.

Here in this post I will be writing the nsfw for this au!

If you wish to learn the first post here you can find it here , and also please consider the use of the au to use TKDB PRISON AU tag as well!

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Feel free to come join my discord linked in @internalscream1ng carrd in my bio there!

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18+/nsfw/minors gtfo

I will continue to talk about this till I die!!! Subaru and Lyca having sex but there the bars in between them so Lyca is reaching to pull Subaru's arms through the bars openings to hold him steady as he rails into the boy.

Prisoners and guards relationships are highly frowned upon, so if they have sex they try and be secret about it. But it is not so secret when Sho and Leo leave cum stains on the walls.

Kaito and Lucas kiss each other but when alone they have sex in their office since they share one.

Leo has at least had sex with the guards at least once.

Haku often visits Subaru's cells which spreads nasty rumors about how Haku is planning on breaking him out, which he does to get fresh air,,,, then sex.

Ren is one of those lazy workers who try and hide but Haru always ends up finding him whenever he is at.

Taiga always is touching Romeo's uniform. Always trying to pull them down to expose his body and Romeo tells at him.

Romeo and Taiga are in a cell together , so there isn't a time when they are not alone.

If they are it is due to a different schedule, but they always start in the same room and end the day in the same room.

Edward has his own special prison room where he is tied up and chained with his hands behind his back and a bar inside his mouth so he can't bite anyone.

Rui is Edward's personal guard no one else is allowed near the vampire. Edward is always trying to sleep with him ----- and bite him too -

Rui isn't free y'all he is still cursed. Condoms for Rui!

Mido and Tohma hook up time to time, but they are always hiding it inside Tommy's office so all the extra "questioning" is their excuse.

This au is a perfect excuse to also use handcuffs during sex as well

Yuri and Jiro are often seen together. Jiro has special permission to be able to get out to see Yuri if he needs to and Yuri is allowed to do surprise visits to him

So often they catch each other off guard and flustered too

[env0writes]

Romeo: How might I have loved before this night That in all my sixteen years Spent skirting the chase Chasing the skirt Skating the word of the law The law of love To passions flippant flame

Juliet: How might I have loved before this night In that all my thirteen years Spent playing pretend Pretending to play Playing at love filial piety And most piously To passions most devout

Juliet: Romeo: I love You Most devoutly As my servant Like the moon Illuminated by the sun Sweet first Amongst all the others Kiss And kiss me again Oh, sin Give me once more Forgive me, father That we might part in peace

Romeo & Juliet: That we might die, die, die Oh, dagger, oh, poison Oh, dire hate that loves to hate thy love Were not there moments to pause To cease this star-crossed adventure That we must ever be spoken for Not spoken to How might we have loved before this night This wretched wrestled night Predicated on royal pleas, so pleasingly met Upon deaf ears That others will take up arms in our names What is a name, Would not a rose smell as sweet By any other name And be just as bloody plucked Pricked by such pricks Petty tricks and battles With sharpened tongues and sharper swords Oh, love, most devout Without such foolish churlish errand played So desperate to elope We, the abandoned by distrust In the name of what? A name? Let us die and with us these names Forget us and these names For ours is not the blood to spill No blood need water these streets Yet by our blood, be baptized By our love’s fickle flickering flame Er’ barely sparked Before heavy boots stamped No wildfire spread here to blossom Into loves true hellacious inferno Not even Dante could predict such passions No the Heavenly Father, Nor Father whom warily was led to wed us That we might die How might we have loved before this night?

NaNoWriMo Vol. 4, 11.13.24 “Before This Night”

@env0writes C.Buck   Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artists!

[morgana-artt]

Romeo x GN!Reader

Note: just a small fluff piece I came up with quickly because this man needs some love. Also smallish spoilers?? Maybe?

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You looked at him, silence filled the air as he was tinkering with a body part of his, you stared at his face seeing the concentrated look on it- well...as much as a puppet could make anyway.

"I want to kiss you..." You mumbled suddenly making the puppet in front of you freeze up, blue and green tinted eyes looking up at you. "Kiss me? I...I don't think it'll be very comfortable..." He said back softly, looking up at you.

You had come to flourish some feelings towards the blonde puppet in front of you, you couldn't help it, he was such a kind and hard working individual and it was tainted by the false narrative that he was the one that caused the disaster. You knew it wasn't and it fuelled hatred in you to those that spread those nasty things around. If it wasn't for him, even more hell would've unleashed on Krat!

"I don't care...I...would it be okay to..." Your voice trailed off as you became shy, "...I don't want to make you uncomfortable" you said, worrying you might've stepped too far. I mean, you don't even know if he had any feelings towards you.

The blonde puppet looked down for a second before looking back up and nodded, "you can..." You gulped before nodding and sitting closer to him, you looked at his face seeing all the cracks and chipped off paint, he looked...tired. Despite not being able to move his face you could just see how tired he actually was and it made you sad. There were times where he would just sit with his head in your lap as you stroked his hair and hummed a soft tune- you weren't good at it, far from it actually but he would always compliment you and it was probably the only time you saw him happy and content.

You took a deep breath before gently placing your hands onto his face, cupping it within your palms. You leaned in, closing your eyes as you pressed your soft warm lips against his cold harden ones. It honestly wasn't bad and you deepened it a little as much as you could with non moveable lips, you felt the coldness of his fingers gently touch your neck as he tilted his head a little, closing his own eyes. You pulled away before leaning into his chest, "..." It was quiet as you then felt him stroke your hair, wrapping his free arm around your waist and pulled you close. "I hope it wasn't too bad..." he spoke softly once again, you shook your head "no...it was perfect, Romeo..." You nuzzled closer, you got used to his cold body and grown to find comfort in the hard material, although he insisted on heating his body up just for you on colder nights which was sweet.

"Your lips are warm and soft... If only I could give you that warm feeling too..." He said, his voice faltering a little. You looked up at him, "you already do...you warm up my heart", you stared at him, "puppet or not...I love you, Romeo."

"......I love you too, (Y/N). I love you so much..." He pulled you into an embrace, burying his face into your neck as it was your turn to stroke his hair. You would always be beside him no matter what, you made a vow to that and would keep it till the day you die.

[lokidokieokie]

Fic Recs

Hello, I’m alive!

Before we get to the fics, I’d just like to apologise for being extremely lazy and not doing anything with my tumblr account for the past two weeks. 

Fabulous authors have been out here producing impeccable content, so I am going to correct my issue and give you all the amazing fics that you may have missed out on :)

Loki Laufeyson

What About the Plans We Made? by @wheredafandomat 

Captain’s Orders by @lokisgoodgirl

Thirty Seconds by @muddyorbsblr

My Best Friend by @vbecker10 part 1 linked

Not What it Looks Like by @wheredafandomat 

Swipe by @theaudacitytowrite part 1 linked

What He Doesn’t Know by @michelleleewise 

Practice Makes Perfect by @simplyholl masterlist linked

Bonded by @michelleleewise 

Sing Me To Sleep by @holdmytesseract 

Choices by @mochie85 

Cum Fly with Me by @wheredafandomat 

Captain’s Orders: New Depths by @lokisgoodgirl

Restraint by @coldnique 

The Selection by @lady-rose-moon masterlist linked

You Are My Queen by @vbecker10 

Claw and Order by @michelleleewise 

Something Real by @ladylovesloki masterlist linked

Relinquish the Crown: Obsessions & Fantasies by @muddyorbsblr 

Hot & Bothered by @lokisgoodgirl

Hail, Commander by @lokisgoodgirl

The Chambermaid by @wheredafandomat 

Little Joys by @lovelysizzlingbluebird 

Small Talks by @lovelysizzlingbluebird 

Big Misunderstandings by @lovelysizzlingbluebird 

Her Romeo by @michelleleewise part 1 linked

Drugs of Love, Love of Drugs by @pics-and-fanfics masterlist linked

Hot & Bothered: Snack Shack by @lokisgoodgirl

Asgard, Land of... Aphrodisiacs? by @thomase1​ 

I Need You Tonight by @wheredafandomat​ 

A Helping Hand by @peachyjinx​ 

Summoned by @muddyorbsblr​ part 1 linked

Magnus Martinsson

Hypotheticals & Distractions by @muddyorbsblr 

Maintain Our Cover by @muddyorbsblr 

Jonathan Pine

Paris by @muddyorbsblr 

Duty of Care by @muddyorbsblr 

James Conrad

Keep Me Safe by @muddyorbsblr 

Will Ransome

Measurements by @muddyorbsblr 

Confess Your Sins by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Tom Hiddleston

Birthday Boy by @simping-for-marvel 

Doctor Stephen Strange

Only You by @make-me-imagine 

Attention by @futureplayboibunnie 

Sherlock Holmes

A Queen for a Mindpalace by @strangelockd 

Stolen Love by @ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines 

Sleepless Nights by @strrvnge 

Bucky Barnes

In A Year’s Time by @mysecretlittlelibrary 

Betting by @traitorjoelite 

To Let You Win by @delaber 

Blooming Rage by @tee-swizzle 

Cupcake by @demonsandmischief 

Daddy’s Home by @starshipsofstarlord 

Baby Fever by @suitk0via 

Six Days by @tmpestuous 

One Step at a Time by @tmpestuous 

Nothing Breaks like a Heart by @buckybabesonly 

Protector by @buckybabesonly

My Girl by @girl-next-door-writes

Dumb Dumb by @nicestgirlonline 

For You Always by @jobean12-blog 

Make Me Forget by @povlvr 

Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes 

Dog Tags by @lovelybarnes 

It Was Supposed to be a Confession Potion! by @buckylattes 

False God by @notafunkiller 

Metal Arms and Short Skirts by @buckyarchives part 1 linked

Keep Me Alive by @freyjhasdesiredreality

You’re a Masterpiece by @wndalovebot 

You Had One Job by @buckyalpine 

Secret Girlfriend by @jenwritesstories 

Right a Wrong by @starks-hero part 1 linked

Where Dreams Go to Die by @insomniumstella masterlist linked

It’s Just a Kiss by @witchywithwhiskey 

Wordpeddler by @heli0s-writes​ 

Unconventional Methods by @marvelouslizzie​ part 1 linked

[rainwingmarvel7]

Nadya’s Love Confession Mini Playlist

Since @sikudastoner made this lovely playlist for Darren x Nadya from Darren’s pov I had to make a companion one for Nadya!

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

“And I said hello Satan, ah. I believe it is time to go. Me and the devil walking side by side.”

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

“Baby will you kiss me already and toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart?”

Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

“The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all. I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but, turns out, there's more. You adored me before. Oh, my good looking boy.”

My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

“'My baby, here on earth showed me what my heart was worth. So, when it comes to be my turn, could you shine it down here for him?”

Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine

“And it's over and I'm going under. But I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in. I'm slipping underneath. So, so cold and so sweet.”

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

“The moon will sing a song for me. I loved you like the sun. Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own. I shine only with the light you gave me.”

BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

“And I don't know what I'm crying for I don't think I could love you more. It might not be long, but baby, I, I'll love you 'til the day that I die.”

Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter

“Please please please don't prove I'm right. Please please please. Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice.”

Heavy In Your Arms by Florence + The Machine

“I was a heavy heart to carry, but he never let me down. When he held me in his arms, my feet never touched the ground.”

Me and My Husband by Mitski

“But me and my husband, we're doing better. It's always been just him and me, together. So I bet all I have on that furrowed brow…”

See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) by Tyler, The Creator

“Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever? I said I’m ‘bout to go to war (uh-huh). And I don’t know if I’ma see you again.”

Until I Found You (with Em Beihold) by Stephen Sanchez

“I would rather die than let you go, Juliet to your Romeo.”

Chemtrails Over The Country Club by Lana Del Rey

“You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobody's son, nobody's daughter.”

HOT TO GO! by Chappell Roan

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Puck Bunny Part 2

10.7k words jfc im going to shove my head in a hole for a week and die. in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to my gummy worm funds /j

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Hockey was aggressive. It was a full-contact sport with so frequent rule breaking, the penalty box was invented. Hockey players, by proxy, couldn’t afford to be hesitant, shy people.

HOOOONK

“Oh my god,” Niki cackled, looking over your shoulder.

You shook your head, taking a long sip of your Starbucks. “There better be a goddamn car crash behind me. With casualties.”

“Darlin’!”

“I’m gonna leave you alone with your valley boy,” Niki declared, clapping you on the shoulder. “Text me if you’re gonna stay or if you need a ride, use protection, pee after, yadda yadda-”

“I told you, I’m not fucking the VAL-U hockey team!” 

“You don’t have to be ashamed with me, puddin’, I think the rivalry makes it romantic. You’re like a BBW Juliet and her harem of meathead Romeos.”

An arm thicker than a steel cable wrapped around your shoulders from behind, and a scruffy chin settled into the crown of your head. “I’m not a meathead,” Sapnap insisted, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Hi, bunny!”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he nuzzled against your temple, Niki waving her fingers with a knowing smirk as she left. “Hi, Sap,” you greeted, voice cracking as he captured the shell of your ear between his teeth and made playful noises like he was devouring you. “Wha- Sapnap, please-”

“Please what, darlin’,” he muttered with a grin. “I’ll give you anything if you ask as pretty as that, sugar, you know that.” His hands came down to your waist, unashamedly groping at your chub and using his hold to manhandle you back against him. A gasp pulled itself past your lips as you felt the imprint of something against your ass through his shorts and your skirt- god, you hoped he was hard. If his cock was that big flaccid, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from dropping to your knees right then and there.

You didn’t want him to let go of you. His body heat was soaking into you like a furnace, and his firm chest against your back made you feel so safe. You wanted his arms around you always, a promise to protect you from everything.

“You’re gonna fuck a valley right in our fucking courtyard?!”

Sapnap’s head snapped up, grip tightening on you as he glared daggers across the field. “Don’t talk to my fucking girl, techie! You wanna fucking go, I’ll tear you apart-”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the truck, Sap! Gas is too expensive for your bullshit!” Sam waved at you through the window when you whipped around, then returned Sapnap’s middle finger.

“Sapnap,” you finally managed to say, reaching back to tug on his shirt. Your mouth went dry as his attention instantly flicked back to you, expression going soft as his hands rubbed your hips. “Why are you guys here?”

He lit up as if he’d forgotten and started tugging you along. “We’re taking you out for pizza and a movie, sug’! We got a projector set up, and a bunch of blankets and pillows in the truck bed- it’ll be fun, promise!”

You shouldn’t have been surprised. After that first time you let them buy you dinner and cocoa, they’ve texted you nearly every day in the group chat Sam made. Sometimes it was cute, asking if you’d eaten and letting you know they’d door dashed you a treat. Sometimes it was videos of them being dumb in the locker room in nothing but towels that looked ready to fall off, skin still wet from the showers. And every once in a while, when it was just two of you still awake in the early hours of the mornings, you’d get messages about how they missed you. Paragraphs about the way you fill their minds as they try to sleep, both memories and new fantasies keeping them awake. They’d ask to show you what you did to them. Sometimes you said yes and got sent a video, watching them rub themselves over their boxers, as if they only wanted enough to calm down- as if they didn’t care to come without you. Sometimes you told them to just keep talking and received a voice message, listening to them groan between words about all the different ways they wanted you.

“So, do you wanna come?”

Your face heated up at the phrasing combined with your thoughts, but Sapnap simply smiled down at you as if he didn’t notice how his tank-top-exposed arms trapped your eyes.

“Ye- yeah, I wanna come.” He let out the cutest little cheer as he opened the passenger door, and you tore your eyes off him to wonder how you were supposed to climb in such a tall truck. “I’m in a skirt, so how do I- oh god, fuck!”

“I gotcha,” Sapnap laughed, hands on your hips lifting you into the truck as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “There you go,” he hummed as he set you into the seat, nodding as if he was about to impart some great wisdom. “Passenger princesses don’t have to lift themselves into the truck.”

“Or,” was hummed into your ear as another set of broad hands on your waist pulled you to the middle seat. “Buckle themselves up,” Sam finished as he strapped you in with a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “Hi, bunny. Missed you.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” teasingly slipped out as Sapnap climbed in, sandwiching you perfectly between two beefy Texans who were now laughing so prettily. “I missed you guys, too,”

Sam’s hand landed on your knee the second he was done shifting gears, long fingers spread wide so his pinky could just barely dip under the fabric of your skirt. Sapnap stretched a long arm over the back of the seats, letting you rest your head on his firm bicep as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You want some sweets, bunny,” he hummed, smiling against you as you simply hummed, preoccupied memorizing the shapes Sam drew on your inner thigh. He pulled a convenience store bag off the floor and started searching through it.

“Y’know, that’d probably be easier with two hands.”

He gasped, looking at you with feigned hurt before leaning forward to speak around you. “Bunny doesn’t want my arm around her.”

“I didn’t say-”

“It’s a damn shame,” Sam chimed with a shake of his head, squeezing your thigh. “Don’t take long for a cute lil’ thing to forget who fucked her dumb,”

“That’s it,” Sapnap decided, finally pulling out a candy bar and ripping it open with his teeth. “I make you go a little too dumb on my tongue last week, bunny? Guess I can’t hold that against you, can I? Come on, have some chocolate.”

“I hate you both,” you managed through grit teeth, resisting as he poked at your lips with the candy bar. It was your favorite, but that didn’t matter: you couldn’t give in. The only thing worse than two cocky hockey players was two cocky hockey players who had a reason to be cocky. 

“She hates us,” Sapnap relayed over your head.

“Funny way of showing it.”

“I think she actually kinda likes us.”

“Oh, she really likes us. You don’t let three guys you hate fuck you raw- even if you are a puck bunny.”

Your face burned more than it ever had, but not because you were angry. You couldn’t make yourself angry when their voices dripped with adoration like that, as if you were a kitten and no matter how much you hissed and scratched, they’d continue to coo over you and feed you. “... I’m not a puck bunny,” you finally muttered out, taking a vicious bite from the candy to make Sapnap yelp as you grazed his fingers.

“Nineteen,” Sam mused, ticking up a finger, “Sappy, Punzy, and me. I think four in a row and three at the same time makes you a puck bunny, darlin’.”

Your senior year boyfriend was a goalie for the J.V. team, but you would rather die than bring that up now. “Where’s Punz? At least when he’s here, you’re too busy killing each other to make fun of me.”

“We’re not making fun of you,” came from your right alongside another poke of chocolatey goodness. “Being a puck bunny is a good thing- and being our puck bunny is a great thing.”

“Coach kept him behind to go over the new strats you brought us,” Sam told you with a squeeze to your leg. “You’re gonna be there when we crush the techies, right?”

You huffed as Sapnap managed to get you to take another bite. “If I’m not, this was all for nothing- Sap, are you trying to fatten me up?”

“You said you had a salad for lunch!” You were taken aback by his accusatory tone and narrowed eyes as he poked the remaining candy into your mouth, letting you hold it between your teeth while he dug through his bag. “You didn’t even have soup or breadsticks with it!”

“It’s a cafeteria, not Olive Garden!”

“Let us feed you! We fucked you, now we feed you! That’s how this works!”

“You bought me Subway, cocoa, and gummy worms while my legs were still shaking!”

“Well, now we’re feeding you before we fuck you, we’re switching it up!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms under your chest and drawing his eyes to your tits- as if they ever left. “What makes you think either of you get to fuck me again?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that Sam’s almost reached your panties, and you haven’t slapped him yet.”

You stared directly into Sapnap’s smug smirk and delivered a harsh smack to Sam’s knuckles, but he only pulled his hand back down to your knee. “Hey now, don’t let chuckle fuck here goad you into anything you don’t wanna do, darlin’. I know you just wanna brat a little, an’ that’s just fine.”

God, you wanted to slap that understanding look off his handsome face. “I,” you grit out, red-faced, “am not a brat.”

His expression didn’t change as he nodded with a hum, eyes sternly on the road. “If you’re not a brat,” he mused, “you must actually want my hand off your leg, then.” You had to clench your fists to stop yourself from grabbing his wrist as he put both hands on the wheel, leaving your thigh to be attacked by the A.C. You wanted his hands on you- Sapnap’s, too- and you wanted them so badly you were tempted to slip off your skirt just to get some attention.

The truck came to a smooth stop at a red light, and Sam looked over at you, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

You unfastened your seatbelt and sat heavy on Sapnap’s lap, thunking your sneakers down on Sam’s thigh.

“There’s my sugar,” Sapnap cheered, thick arms wrapping around you and holding you tight to his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your shoulder. His hand found your hip like a magnet, fingertips digging into the meat of your ass with an eager squeeze. “God, I love this gorgeous ass.”

“I can deal with bratting, but if you don’t put a fucking seatbelt on-”

“I’ve got her, Sammy!”

“You fumbled the easiest shot ever last week, I don’t trust you for shit!” A blaring honk made you realize the light had turned green, but Sam simply threw open the back window and stuck his hand out to flip the bird, eyes still locked on yours. “Sit your fine ass down properly and put your seatbelt back on, bunny.”

You actually would have if he hadn’t chosen that nickname. Instead, you purposefully wiggled your hips as if settling in and leaned further into Sapnap’s chest, making it rumble under you with a chuckle as you felt a twitch against your ass. “You’re not fucking winning this, man, she’s in for the long haul.” You might’ve felt like you’d won as Sam turned away, if it hadn’t been for the way he set his jaw before slamming on the gas. The force sent you deeper into Sapnap, an unintentional yelp falling from your lips as his arms tightened around you, hands groping your ass and breast as if hoping you wouldn’t notice while your life flashed in front of your eyes. “Fuck, I gotcha, sug- Jesus, Sam, you drive like you shoot!”

“This,” Sam hummed as he wrenched the wheel to make his turn in time, Sapnap’s hand snapping to the back of your head as you were sent into the door, “is why we wear our seatbelts.”

Something about his smug voice tripped something in you. You knew the request was perfectly reasonable, but that didn’t stop the little voice in your head from screaming that he can’t tell you what to do. You wanted to do anything that would piss him off, to make that calm, collected exterior crack. You wanted to know that you affected him.

You slammed your lips over Sapnap’s.

He gave a grunt of surprise against you, lips curling into a grin as you pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting that sweet mint and strawberry pairing that you loved hanging on his tongue. You felt his hand protecting your head slide down to the back of your neck, holding you gently in place to curl his tongue around yours, pushing into your mouth as he fought you to take control. 

Your heart raced as Sam took another sharp turn, bouncing in Sapnap’s lap as the paved road turned to gravel, but by the way he ground up against you, he didn’t mind the rough ride. His teeth sank into your bottom lip as he pulled away, chuckling as he brought you with him a few inches before letting go. “I think sugar likes a little danger,” he purred, pulling your head back to trail his lips over your neck. “You like the adrenaline, bunny?”

You gasped as his lips latched onto your pulse, feeling with his tongue the way your heart thudded. “Keep calling me that,” you pushed out, “and you’ll be in danger.”

He hummed against the tender skin, nipping gently as he pulled away. “You really mean that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t. It made you feel small and sexy. Maybe you were a puck bunny, but you were the puck bunny. The one who only needed to show up to get three brutes, usually eager to maim each other for the fun of it, all cooperating and falling over each other for the chance to take care of you- not just fuck you, but treat you to good food and ask about your day, too. But the day you give up your bratty streak and let these bucket heads have their way without a fight is the day you die. “Maybe,” you said instead. You cupped his scruffy cheek and scratched a single nail along his jaw, guiding his lips back to yours. “You wanna peek under my skirt and see for yourself?”

Sam’s hand landed on your ankle, shoving your leg up, knee pressed into your chest, skirt falling into a pile around your waist with a gasp from your pretty pink lips. He didn’t even lift his foot from the gas as he fixed his eyes on your core, letting out a low whistle. You picked a good day to wear your lace. “It’s a damn shame you soaked through such a pretty pair of panties, sugar. You gonna let me keep these ones?”

You scoffed, wiggling your foot on his lap until you found his cock straining against the front of his sweats. “You’ve hardly done anything to deserve it.”

He clutched his heart with a dramatic groan that made you giggle as Sapnap nosed the soft skin in front of your ear. “Aw, come on now, bunny, there’s no need to be so mean to him. He’s the one who offered up his truck for date night, after all.” He crooked his finger under your chin, lips pulling into a dazed smile as he got your full attention back. “Tell you what, sug’,” he whispered, as if sharing a tender secret, breath fanning across your lips. “If you can use that smart mouth on Sam instead of just terrorizing him, I promise to make you come on my fingers before we even get there. Whaddya say to that, hm?”

You leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. “Bet’cha another bag of candy I make him come before you make me.”

A laugh burst from his lips against yours, hand coming down on your ass with a slap as you shifted your position. “Bunny’s cocky, Sam. You better not cream your pants and let her win.”

“You mean like you did from a little pussy in your face?”

“You’re just jealous she won’t sit on you.”

“Damn right I am, I’d pay to have that ass on me twenty-four, seven.”

You got comfortable on your hands and knees across the bench seat, Sam’s hand nestling into your hair while both Sap’s rubbed your hips. “Would’ja settle for my mouth,” you asked with a small smirk as his bulge jumped at the mere mention, fingers playing with his waistband. 

“Fuck, bunny, I’d settle for a black and white picture if it was you,” he groaned, foot hitting the floor as you palmed his cock, engine roaring under the hood like a lion as he zipped through back roads. “Careful there, sugar,” he warned, but still lifted his hips for you as you tugged at his sweats. “Get distracting me too much, and we’ll end up in a ditch.”

A smirk pulled at your lips as you revealed he wasn’t even wearing underwear, cock springing out the second you got his sweats down to his knees. “You’re telling me this beast can’t even climb out of a ditch.”

He chuckled, cutting off with a low hiss as you wrapped your hand around him. “Oh, my baby can get us anywhere, but if we go off the road, we’re staying there until that smart mouth gets fucked out of you.” 

“I’m doing my best,” Sapnap chirped, grin thick in his voice as he rubbed two fingers over your clothed clit just to watch your hips twitch, trying to follow as he pulled away. “Go on, bunny- I’m a fair man, I start when you do.”

“Not my fault,” you hissed, rubbing over Sam’s fat tip, collecting his precum on your thumb to spread over his head. “I can’t exactly unhinge my jaw.”

Sam let a breathy laugh fall from his lips, dull nails scratching softly at your scalp. “Don’t listen to him, sugar, that feels real good. You keep takin’ care of me like that, and I’ll make up for Sappy neglecting your sweet pussy, alright?”

“Neglecting?” You let a small laugh fall out of your lips at the pure horror in Sapnap’s tone, thumbs rubbing circles just above the crease where your ass met your thighs. “How come I’m the one tryna get my fingers in her guts, but you’re turning her against me?”

“Listen to him whine- what a baby, huh, sug’?”

“Sweetheart, if you don’t shut him up I will, and I don’t wanna get blood on your pretty face.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d like to see you fucking-” You took Sam’s blushing red tip into your mouth and licked up the single pearly drop clinging to his slit, putting more of your weight on the hand on his knee as it tried to jerk up. “Fuck, fuck- ‘m sorry, bun, I- fuck, her mouth’s so hot.”

A startled breath came out of your nose as Sapnap pulled your panties to one side with his thumb, broad hand gripping your ass hard to keep the fabric in place as the pad of his finger found your clit again. “Isn’t it fun to make him eat his words,” he purred, drawing soft circles on your bud. “And see how nice you get treated when you stop being a little brat?” He pressed hard against you, pulling a moan from your throat that vibrated all the way down Sam’s cock, making his hips twitch in his seat. “Yeah, we’re gon’ take care of you so good you won’t need to brat. Ain’t that right, Sammy?”

“Sapnap, I’m about to crash this damn truck if I have to focus on anything else-” his voice cracked, turning into a deep growl as you sucked your cheeks in and sank further down on him, starting a gentle bob of your head just to hear him moan into the hot air- just to feel those thick fingers in your hair scratch at your scalp. “If you running that fucking mouth distracts me from coming down bunny’s tight throat, I’ll leave your ass in a ditch.”

There was a truly obscene wet sound as you pulled off Sam’s thick cock, hand moving in lazy strokes as you pressed your lips to the little bit of tummy peeking out from his ridden-up shirt. “Sammy,” you hummed, grinning against his skin as another moan tumbled from his lips. “If you kill him before I come, I’ll make you wear a condom if you so much as hold my hand.”

Sam’s groan made his stomach rumble under your lips as Sapnap laughed victoriously, popping his fingers in his mouth before they returned to your cunt, the middle one diving past your folds like a reward. “You tell him, sugar! See, bunny likes my mouth.”

Your fingers rubbed up Sam’s side, revealing more and more skin for you to kiss up. He had such a perfect body, his strong abs hiding under just a bit of pudge that made him perfect for holding, giving just the slightest resistance as you pressed your lips hard against him. “I’d like it a hell of a lot more-” you nipped a light mark into Sam’s soft skin “-if it was on me.”

Sapnap’s scoff barely reached your ears as you decided your jaw had recovered enough to sink back down over Sam’s thick cock, letting it reach as deep in your throat as you could manage with strained breaths. He stretched your throat like it was made for him, made to be just tight enough to make curses spill from his pretty lips and make him drive fast enough to make your walls clench down on Sapnap’s finger as it found the perfect spot inside you to rub at.

Sam’s seatbelt snapped open the same second he slammed on the brakes, Sapnap’s grip on your ass tightening to keep you in place so he could push a second finger inside you. You heard the click of the gearshift just before Sam’s other hand threaded into your hair, pulling you off him. “Deep breaths, okay, bunny?” The words came out rushed and with a sigh as he shifted in his seat until he was facing you. God, he looked so pretty. He didn’t bother to pull his shirt back down, letting his flushed cock leak against his bare stomach as he leaned back against the door, gently pulling you closer until he could lay his lips over yours. He didn’t let it get too deep, tongue just grazing your lip as he forced himself off you, one hand leaving your hair to wrap around the base of his cock with a groan. “You hit me if you want me to stop, alright, bunny? Hit me real hard wherever you can reach to make sure I notice- you won’t hurt me. Promise me, bun.”

You both knew it was more like ‘can’t hurt me’ but you nodded anyway, turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I promise to hit you if I suddenly lose my mind and decide I don’t want you to fuck my throat.” His stern expression broke as he huffed out a laugh, petting your hair with a soft ‘good girl’ falling from his lips as he guided you to his cock. You did as you were told, taking deep breaths as you let him control your movements, despite how much you wanted to take him to the hilt and let him fill your stomach. Instead, he took your mouth slowly and gently, pulling you back and forth along just the first half as he studied your face. You clenched down on Sapnap’s fingers as you caught sight of his expression- he was looking at you, spit-soaked lips and gnarled hair, like pure art. A deep sigh escaped his lips and his hand left his cock to join the other in your hair, cupping your head gently as you relaxed your throat as much as you could and gripped his hips.

The first thrust into your throat made you choke.

The second one knocked all those careful breaths out of your lungs.

You weren’t embarrassed to say the third one made your eyes roll back as you went limp in his hold. 

“Aw, hell,” Sapnap hissed as your legs started to fail, pulling his fingers out of you to grip your other hip. “We good,” he reported, lifting you completely off the seat and up to his mouth, sealing his lips over yours without a missed beat. Your moan pulled one from Sam and spurred his hips faster, Sapnap’s lips curling into a smug grin against you as he ate you as eagerly as he did before- as if this was all he needed to be not just content, but ecstatic.

Your hands on Sam’s hips wandered- up his sides and over his stomach, flexed tight as he chased his high, thick muscle on full display as he fucked your throat open, making a home for his cock in it. You’d love that, you decided. You imagined Sam laying in bed after a hard practice, fat cock nestled in your throat casually as he watched tapes of the old games to prepare. You knew he’d take such good care of you- that was just the kind of sweetheart he was. He’d never let you go hungry or thirsty, always keeping snacks and water on hand for you. He’d treat his cock sleeve like a princess.

Sapnap’s tongue curled inside you just as Sam’s hips started to stutter, almost as if both were trying to carve you open to better suit their needs- only difference being Sap’s need was to make you the last thing he ever tastes and Sam’s was to paint your throat white. You did your very best to relax your throat, to become a willing cum slut for your handsome defense man to use. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s mouth almost absent-mindedly, more focused on Sam’s pleasure than your own- though, if you weren’t so committed to dying before you stroked their egos, you would admit the possibility of coming from sucking him off was bigger than his double-d pecs. 

“I’m gonna come down your throat, bunny,” fell from his lips with a strained breath as one arm snapped to grip the steering column for leverage to lift his hips completely off the seat, fucking his cock along your tongue like he couldn’t get deep enough, no matter how many times he buried your nose in his happy trail. “Fuck, you take dick like a champ, baby. Look like such a little pillow princess, but you give head like a perfect whore. Bet you’d be so happy to stay in my truck forever, huh? Get your pretty cunt ate out while you suck me off every day?” You couldn’t nod around his cock, but Sapnap’s moan as you clenched on his tongue said it all and made Sam grin wide. “Yeah,” he hummed, thrusts turning slower but harder as the hand in your hair caressed your scalp. “We’d be so fuckin’ good to you.”

The promise shot straight to your clit like lightning and spurred you to sink your nails into Sam’s hips to draw him down your throat until your nose was smothered against him, spasming around his cock as your gag reflex protested. His head thunked back against the window, tip battering your throat as his hips jerked against your face. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Put ‘er down, Sap, give ‘er some room.” 

A handful of curses were mumbled against your pussy lips, but he obliged, broad hand rubbing up and down your back as he laid you across his lap. “I gotcha, sweet girl, deep breaths for me, alright?”

“I’d like to see you breathe with this monster down your throat,” you thought spitefully, but it died as a husky moan spilled from Sam’s lips, cock jumping in your throat as his orgasm came down on him like a crashing wave. His hand went limp in your hair, nothing more than a soft, sweet caress, not wanting to force you to take more than you wanted. So sweet, always worrying for nothing: your hold on his hips kept him pressed deep inside your mouth, throat pulsing around him as you struggled to swallow mouthful after mouthful of sweet cum, taking as much as he’d give you.

“Fuck, bunny,” he wheezed, voice hoarse as he gently pulled you off his spent cock. You whined as his tip leaked against his stomach, twitching as his own body insisted on giving you more to drink, but it was quickly cut short as you had to snap your lips shut to avoid a mouthful of thick cum falling from them. “Shit,” Sam hissed, already fumbling for the window button, “you wanna spit, sug’?” 

Your brat came back. How fucking dare he? Spitters are quitters. Did you suck dick like some common whore who needed to spit after? I don’t think so. 

You inhaled deep through your nose and swallowed the entire load in one go, letting your white-streaked tongue loll out as proof. A soft ‘oh, hell’ slipped as he brought your lips to his, inviting your tongue in to tangle with his, licking your mouth clean of him. He groaned when you pulled back, but the hand in your hair didn’t impede your movement as you leaned close, taking his earlobe between your teeth for just a moment.

“Never fucking doubt me again.”

“Never fucking again,” he mumbled out, chasing your lips. “Does that mean you wanna take care of Sap before Punzy finds us?”

Your hand reached back on its own, Sapnap’s fingers finding yours and lips pressing against your palm. His beard scratched gently at the surrounding skin, leaving a trail as he crawled up your body, lips caressing until he was hovered over you and they found your neck. His hips pressed against yours and a gasp fell from your throat like it was pulled.

“God, why are all three of you built like fucking bulls?”

Their chests rumbled against you, a subtle reminder that two broad Texan country boys who loved to throw down their gloves had you trapped between them. It made you feel small, something you didn’t get to experience often. They could easily throw you around, bend you this way and that however they wanted for their own pleasure.

Then Sam’s lips caressed your cheek and Sapnap’s calloused hands kneaded your soft hips. “Made for your pleasure, sweet thing,” Sap murmured against your neck, finding the tender spot behind your ear. He didn’t nip or even suck, just kissed the skin softly: a reminder how soft these boys were on you. They’ve shown more tender care for you in a week of texts and two ‘dates’ than your ex did in almost a year. They would easily throw you around, but they’d do it with a hand protecting your head and soft kisses pressed wherever they could reach. They’d fold you into any position they wanted until you gave the slightest sign of discomfort and they’d pull back without a breath of hesitation.

“Flip me,” you muttered out when your own muscles refused to obey, letting out a soft purr as four broad hands scattered across your body, gently lifting and turning you to lay you back against Sam’s firm chest. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you watched Sapnap get lost in your body, fingers brushing up your waist to reveal the soft skin of your stomach as your shirt got pushed up, trailing touches along the bottom of your bra. “Hey,”

He grinned back, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. “Hey, sugar. Can I get your bra off for ya?” You gave a hum against him and his fingers walked around the band until he found the clasp. He pulled you up just a bit, just enough to press you more against him than Sam, and fumbled with the hooks for a moment- just long enough for you to start grinning against his lips and for him to curse against yours. You wrapped an arm around his neck to hold you up and reached the other back, flicking the hooks apart. “Fuckin’ witchcraft,” he huffed, but helped you pull it out of your shirt anyways. 

Sapnap turned the lace over in his hands as if contemplating before reaching over your head. 

“There ya go, buddy,” he chirped with a grin as he draped it over Sam’s head. “Add that to your fuckin’ spank bank.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” Sam tossed back as his hands rubbed down your hips, grabbing two thick handfuls of your thighs and pulling them apart. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as your lacy panties pulled tight against your clit. “Get to work or I’ll fuck her myself and leave you to cream your pants again.”

Sap rolled his eyes, leaning down to bunny kiss you. “He’s so dramatic,” he whispered in your ear, just to hear the breathy giggle you gave as his lips skimmed your cheek. “You know I’ll take care of you, don’t’cha bunny?” His lips curled into a grin as you nodded, stretching your neck to try and sneak a kiss from him. Thick fingers pulled aside your panties to run his thumb over the seam of your folds, spreading your slick. “Oh, you’re just a sweet thing for me, huh?” He shoved his shorts down his thighs as he asked, grin stretched wider than his face at the weak noise the sight pulled from you. 

Punz was packing. You were going to feel Sam in your throat for weeks. Sapnap was smuggling a monster. You were absolutely positive being fucked by a literal bull would be easier. You were expecting something big, of course- you’d even predicted the girth-to-length correctly based on his height and build. You weren’t expecting his long fingers to barely wrap around the base or for the tip to nearly reach his knees.

“It’s always the fucking shy ones.”

“If you want to kill me, just run me over,” you wheezed. The muscles in your neck gave out, seemingly accepting your approaching end, and your head thudded back against Sam’s sternum, but you still watched down your nose as Sapnap stroked himself- god help you, it got bigger. 

“You can tap out, sugar,” he promised, even as his thumb swiped over the leaking head. “I’d be more than happy to jerk off with you on my face again.” 

“Absolutely not. I just need a safe word.”

That got their attention- and concern. Sam let your thighs fall together and Sap let go of his cock, letting it bob against his stomach as he leaned over you. 

“What’s wrong, sugar?”

“What do you need, bun?”

“You know this doesn’t go anywhere you don’t want, right?”

A huff of laughter spilled from your lips as you reached up to cup Sapnap’s cheek. “You’re both big softies,” you cooed, trying to shoo away his worried gaze with a few soft kisses across his cheekbones. “I need a safe word because I know myself too well. I don’t wanna stroke your ego, but you’re fucking huge, Sappy.” He perked up, worry falling away to pure adoration as his hockey name fell from your lips. You rubbed your other hand down his body until you could curl your fingers around his shaft, a grin curling on your face at the soft whimper you pulled from him. “I know I’m going to scream, and cry, and brat my fool head off, even though I want nothing more right now than to die from some monster dick.” You grazed your lips over his. “So we’re going to establish a safe word, and unless I use it, you’re going to fuck my brains out. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” slipped out without hesitation and you couldn’t admit what it did to you. “Fuck, yes, please. Uh- pineapple?”

You gave him a firm but short kiss. “Perfect. Safe word is pineapple. Sam, if someone calls and we don’t notice-”

“Yank you apart and give the offender a good hit- on it.” He pulled your thighs up again, helping Sapnap hook your calves over his hips. His lips pressed gently against the crown of your head. “I gotcha, baby,” he promised softly, making your heart squeeze as you knew he didn’t just mean that he was holding you. 

Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped around the grab handle on the roof to keep his weight off you as he scooched close enough to press his fat tip against you. He parted your folds around him and laid his cock between them, grinding the wet tip against your clit as he passed. “Fuck, sugar,” he sighed in time with your moan as he sized you up. “It’s gonna be fuckin’ tight.”

You knew that was a not-so-subtle offer to back out, to make sure you knew what you were in for.

“Promise?”

He looked like you just gave him the world. Based on the way he practically worships your cunt, you may as well have. 

He pressed against your entrance hard, using one hand to try to ease his way inside without just shoving himself into your pussy. When he finally managed the head inside, it pushed a whiny moan out of you as just the tip spread your entrance more than his fingers could ever hope.

“Sapnap,” you rasped out, watching your voice send a shiver down his spine and snap his eyes shut, desperate not to get ahead of himself. He was being smart: taking things nice and slow to make absolutely sure you felt more pleasure than pain. You reached out and raked your nails down his tensed abs. “Take me,”

His hips snapped without a thought as his body took your command as law, suddenly filling you with a good four inches that spread your walls to their limit. His tip leaked precum inside you as if even his cock knew you needed lube and was eager to supply. The hot, sticky feeling as it seeped into you just made you all the more eager to get filled with cum. 

Another sharp thrust got him halfway in.

The third slammed your cervix like a truck. 

“Oh, hell,” you wheezed, letting yourself fall limp in Sam’s secure hold. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s, desperate to fit that last bit of him inside you, despite what your body said. “I want it, Sappy, please. Don’t stop.” 

Another curse fell from his lips as his cock jerked inside of you, desperate to obey. “Careful, sug’,” he grit out, plastic creaking under his grip as he tried to resist. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You stretched your neck, brushing your lips along his jaw.

“Hurt me.”

It hurt like hell when he slammed your cervix with intent, but you would’ve walked on hot coals to have him buried in your guts. One of Sam’s hands left your thigh to trace light shapes over your clit- whether to get your body to relax or to soothe the pain, you didn’t know, you just knew it was working. Your walls shook as you came, begging Sapnap deeper until finally your cervix gave in.

The coarse hair above his cock pressed against your clit after Sam yanked his hand away, giving a perfect sensation as Sapnap ground his hips against yours as if making sure he’d really given you every inch. “Oh hell- fuck me, sugar- bunny.” His stuttered praises created a new nickname that spread a fuzzy feeling all the way through your stomach and into your chest. Your cunt made your approval known as it tried to suck him in deeper, begging him to fill every empty space inside you and pulling a deep groan all the way from the depths of his stomach. “You like that? You my sweet sugar-bunny? Fuck, your pussy wants me, sug’. Haven’t even started fuckin’ you and it’s tryna milk me. You really want me to come inside you that bad?”

So badly you wanted to cry, yes you did. You’ve never wanted to be filled before these boys, but something about them made you want to be straight-up bred. You wanted them to take turns fucking you full of their cum just to keep your cunt warm and wet and full. 

“Please, Sap,” you managed, feeling the way your strained voice made his cock jump inside you. “Want you to fill me up ‘til your cum is leaking out of me for days.”

Evidently, that was the final reassurance your sweet Texas gentleman needed to leave the building. In his place was the broad enforcer who barreled through people like they were nothing but snowflakes in the wind. Without another second Sapnap was jackhammering into you with the same force he used to lay out opponents, that thick cock head never leaving your womb as he speared you open. You only knew you were screaming when your throat began to hurt, unable to hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears as his cock hit every nerve in your pussy, thick shaft rubbing against your g-spot from how stretched you were around him. 

Sam let your legs snap closed around Sapnap’s hips so he could cup your tits in either hand, fingers lazily strumming your nipples as if he knew you only needed the slightest touch to bring you over the edge again. Soft praises filled the cab as you came on Sapnap’s cock, Sam’s lips pressing hard on your temple, knowing you’d need something to ground you as you floated. Sapnap didn’t- couldn’t help as he got lost in the heavenly feeling of your pussy gushing around him, the sound of his thrusts becoming so much wetter as he pounded right through your orgasm.

“Remember your safe word, bun,” Sam murmured against you. “We just lost Sappy.”

Sapnap fucked you like a machine, hips pounding an even, fast pace against yours, as if all your orgasm did was energize him. His cock rocked into you like it was his mission to fuck you open. Like he needed to make sure he left you so stretched out that you could only come to him to satisfy you. He was a man completely committed, and his only goal was to fuck your literal brains out and fill you with his cum. 

“Beautiful.” The word escaped his lips as part growl and part prayer as he traced the shape of your jaw. He sucked the skin into his mouth just enough to leave a light mark- so tender and gentle with you, completely opposite to the way he abused your cunt. “Fuck, I love when you come for me, sugar. Get this gorgeous look on your face. Look like an absolute goddess, baby.”

You wanted to tell him how much you loved the things he said, how much they filled you with a warmth that pure sex didn’t. You wanted to tell him that he was the picture of a Greek Adonis: stretched out above you with the muscles in his thick arms bulging from the effort of keeping his weight off of you, shaggy brown locks hung over his melted chocolate eyes and that scruffy beard that made you want to trace your fingers down his jaw. You wanted to say it all, but none of it came from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck,” spilled out instead as he fucked you straight through your sensitivity and into a pleasure-induced partial numbness. “Fuck, can’t- I can’t! God, fuck me!”

“God, you really do run your mouth.” Sam’s tone was absolutely reverential, despite the breathless chuckle that came with his words. His fingers traveled all over your torso, rubbing tender shapes into your hips, breasts, and every stretch of skin in between. His lips caressed your cheek, a soft touch among the debauchery of a threesome in a pickup parked in a field. “What’s your safe word, bunny?”

“Pine- fuck! It’s pineapple! That’s not calling it! If you fucking stop, Sapnap, I’ll cut your dick off!”

Sapnap’s lips curled into a smile against you as he eagerly obeyed, hips not so much as stuttering against yours as he kept up his animalistic pace. “She wasn’t kidding: bunny gets bratty after her second, Sam.” 

“Duly noted,” was muttered into the hot air, thick fingers crooking under your chin to guide you to his lips. “I think,” Sam mused against your soft lips as he kissed his way into your mouth, “another two would make her a good girl again.” 

“Or make her pass out.”

Sam shrugged as he pulled back to let you pant against him, teeth teasing the swollen red skin of your bottom lip. “Either way.” 

Your breath hitched as Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped completely around your ankle and started testing how he could arrange you. He tried to put it over his shoulder first, but when he was blanketed over you so tightly, your hips just couldn’t do it. “I gotcha, sug’,” he promised when you winced, immediately changing tactics. He hooked your knee over his elbow, then wrapped his arm over the steering column. “There you go, just opening you up a bit, that’s all.” 

Fuck, you’d never had to be spread open so much just to take a guy. It occurred to you that you still hadn’t. You took Sap just fine- your walls were like a vice around him, the slightest stinging stretch still remaining- but you were taking it in stride. Not that Sapnap’s hammering left any room to do anything but. Still, he tried to take care of you, tried to ease his rough battering on your insides into something easier to walk with tomorrow. Even when he had you spread across the front seat, bruising your folds, he was still so sweet.

He straightened up and yanked the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, eyes as dark as warm molasses trained on where your cunt swallowed him. His cock dragged against your walls as he pulled his hips back, hand snapping back to the grab handle as soon as his shirt was out of the way: he needed to see you. Needed to see the pretty pink lips that wrapped around his cock so well. 

Not leaning over you gave him leverage. Now when his hips drove into yours, cock diving deep inside you, he did it faster and harder than he could before. Now when he thrust into you, he pressed his balls tight against your ass, practically begging to empty them into your tight heat.

Scratch what you said before: not sweet. Your legs were just preventing him from absolutely destroying your pussy.

“Y’killing me,”

Sam chuckled, but Sapnap didn’t falter- didn’t even look up from where your cum had soaked the dark hairs at the base of his cock. “You’re okay, sweetheart,” Sam promised. His fingers threaded with yours, bringing your joined hands to rest on the swell of your stomach. You’d swear you could feel Sapnap’s thick cock pressing back- thought that if you were any thinner, you would see the column where he pushed your body aside to make room for himself. “You’re doing so good- such a perfect little bunny,” Sam praised against your cheek as he slathered it in soft caresses of his lips. “Like you were made for us.” 

A short laugh fell from his lips before he choked on it. It came back, though, and just as you worried what could possibly make anyone laugh with their cock out and their friend spreading you in half, he let the thought fly.

“Made sharing size.”

Your head fell back into the cradle of his collarbone and a short, breathless laugh spilled from your lips. “I hate you,” you managed, but it caught in your throat as Sapnap fucked you like he hadn’t heard a word. “Fuck, hate you, too, Goliath!” 

“I don’t think he can hear you,” Sam muttered, caressing your tit in his free hand- didn’t grope it, didn’t play with your nipple. He held it like a precious gem- pet over the skin like it was the softest he’d ever felt. Sapnap growled out something around his shirt, but even if you could understand it, you weren’t certain it was anything coherent. “Sappy’s a little obsessed with you, bun. Now that he’s got a turn with your pussy, he’s not thinkin’ ‘bout nothing but fucking you open and filling you.” 

Well, fuck, now that was all you could think about, either. You’d never admit to these boys how much you fantasized about letting them fill you up whenever they wanted. How many nights since your impromptu rendezvous were spent with your fingers in your cunt, mourning the lack of a thick cock to satisfy you. The lack of a strong, warm body holding you from behind, feeding himself into your needy pussy just to be closer while you slept. 

You could never tell them. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind they’d comply to every increasingly perverted thought, and you quite enjoyed your ability to walk- and think- straight. Both of which were quickly melting away as Sapnap carved out a permanent home for himself deep in your guts. 

He fell forward when you came around him, gummy walls sucking his cock deeper as he mouthed at the column of your neck. Your arms snapped around his head as his hips resorted to rolling against yours, nails carving into his scalp through shaggy hair as the coarse hair at his base scraped against your clit. “S’fuckin’ good, sugar,” he groaned against the pulsing vein in your neck. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. Fuck, ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy with my cum. Stuff you so fuckin’ full-” He choked as you rolled your hips in time with his, falling to his forearms braced on the driver’s window.

“Promises,” you panted out with a smile, “promises,”

Curses spilled from his lips like he couldn’t control himself, chest hair rubbing against your raw nipples where his shirt was still bunched up, sending you dangerously closer to overstimulation, but nowhere near calling your safe word. “She’s so sweet,” he muttered under his breath, as if it was a realization he hadn't meant to share.

“Just the sweetest, ain’t she,” Sam hummed back anyway, lips pressed tenderly against your temple. “She don’t even know how gorgeous she is- else she wouldn’t let a couple bucket heads split her open.” 

“Maybe we’re special.” The words were barely breathed into your neck, a shy question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to.

You pulled hard on his soft hair, yanking his lips up to yours. He still tasted like your cunt, but his strawberry chapstick peaked through, just like you were learning it always did. When you let him pull back, it was only enough for your breath to wash over each other's sore lips. “So special,” you promised, and you meant it. You might have a major thing for jocks with anger issues, but you sure as hell didn’t let them all raw you. In a truck. At the same time. But then again, they didn’t all drive an hour to pick you up for a spur of the moment date after a week of blowing up your phone. 

“You’re more special,” spilled from his lips into yours without a thought, pressing closer and closer until there wasn’t an inch of your body not touching them. “Want you to come with me, sugar. Please? Wanna make you come one more time.” You were nodding from the first word, finally driving your tongue past his lips to make him shut up because god, you wouldn’t be able to wait for him if he kept talking. 

Sam’s broad, calloused hands rubbed over your bare stomach, a soft, “y’two look so cute together,” pulling a whine from deep in your chest. He held you tight as Sapnap’s hips bucked into yours, throwing you over the edge one more time as your pussy milked him for his cum, begging for it to fill you up. “Atta girl, letting Sappy come. So good for us,” he cooed, giving you a squeeze while you were still a million miles away, his voice foggy and distant. You didn’t know how long it took you to come back down to Earth, but Sapnap’s cock was still leaking into your used hole when you did, his nose buried where your neck met your shoulder, nuzzling into the skin as if he was going to fall asleep. Honestly, you had half a mind to join him. 

The cold air hit first. Then Sapnap hit your chest and knocked every painfully reclaimed breath back out of your lungs as all three of you fell like a set of dominoes without the driver’s door propping you up.

“This is the fucking thanks I get for buying the pizza?” The sudden bright light of the overhead impeded your view, but after a few frantic blinks, you could make out an upside-down Punz glaring at you. No, not you: only the guys. Pretty privileges. Awesome. “Sam, put your dick away.”

“Cock looker,” Sam called with a flip of the bird, but yanked his boxers back into place anyway. “We’re not neglecting our girl just because you’re late to the party. Right, Sap?” Sapnap let out a sound against your neck that was either, ‘fuck you,’ or ‘puck boo.’ Toss of the coin, really. Either way, Punz reached over and smacked the back of his head. 

“Get off her so I can take my bunny.”

A shrill yelp escaped you as Sapnap suddenly came back to life, fingers sinking into your love handles to hold you steady as he shot up. You moaned as the new position had you basically sitting on his lap, cock head spearing something deep inside you that’s never been reached before, but if he noticed he didn’t show it. “You can’t take her!” The decree was paired with him falling back on the passenger’s door, sending you crashing into his firm chest. “She’s mine now,” he decided with a kiss to your crown. After a moment of contemplation, you decided that you were pretty cool with any result from this conversation and settled in. “You decided to be a bitch and not show. Too bad, so sad- oh, fuck!”

Another panicked noise left your lips as Sapnap fell, his entire torso dangling out of the truck with Sam’s frantic grab of his ankles the only thing keeping him from tumbling out onto the grass with you still attached. After a beat to confirm you weren’t about to crack your head open and be found naked and full of cum, you braced yourself on Sapnap’s chest and pushed yourself up.

Punz grinned like he hadn’t just tried to murder his right wing. “Hey, bunny,” he purred, opening his arms for you. “‘M sorry I didn’t come to pick you up. You wanna have a cuddle while Tweedledee and Tweedledipshit pull the truck the right way around?”

“I’m sorry my parking skills aren’t on point when I’m balls deep, god!”

“He’s not sorry,” you pretended to whisper, stern facade breaking into a grin when Sapnap snorted out a laugh under you. You rubbed a flat palm across his chest, feeling it rumble as he practically purred at the feeling. “You ready to let me go, Sappy? Or you need a snuggle?”

You could watch in his eyes like a movie as he slowly thought through your question and realized what you were really asking. He leaned up to press a peck against the corner of your mouth before flopping back down across the seat with a soft pat to your waist. “I’m good,” he promised with one of those lazy grins you were starting to crave. “Make sure to save some for me, though, yeah?”

“Oh, of course: everyone gets their cuddle rations,” you agreed, choosing to ignore Sam’s snort of, “rations- like we’re in the cuddle war.” You reached for Punz and tried to make yourself as cute as possible with a soft pout. “I can’t stand, you’ll have to carry me.”

“I think I can live with that,” he decided, pulling you off Sapnap and into his arms with a small noise of sympathy as the drag against your sensitive cunt made you ache. “I know, poor bunny,” he gushed, pulling down your shirt for you. “Alright, fuckers, turn the truck around so we can actually watch the movie!”

“I’d forgotten about the movie,” you mused, legs wrapped around Punz’s waist hesitantly. “I’m leaking on your shirt.” 

“It’s seen worse.”

Your nose wrinkled. “Ew,”

“I don’t think you get to talk shit after a Texas Eiffel Tower.”

“... alright, fair,” you decided, settling into his chest. His hands on your hips hoisted you up his body easily, letting you relax and trust him to arrange you however it was easiest to hold. “So what brought on this surprise date? I mean, I’m obviously not complaining, but you three seem to have a TMI issue when we text, so why didn’t any of you tell me?”

For what might’ve been the first time in his life, Punz’s mouth stayed shut. Call the fuckin’ presses. You pushed down your instinct to say something snarky (or maybe just bratty) and pulled your chin out of his shoulder to look at him properly. And oh what a pretty pink he was. 

He finally caved to your unintentional puppy eyes, stubbornly looking away. “We were kinda worried you’d say no… and we thought it’d be better to hear it in person than over text.”

The truck doors clanked open then shut again, and the two were now pulling the tarp off the bed, but your eyes were stuck on Punz. “You all drove an hour and bought pizza… while thinking I might not agree?”

“... Look, I never claimed we were smart-”

“That is the sweetest thing a guy’s ever done for me,” gushed out of you before you could think of the ramifications of admitting that. You slammed your lips over his in an effort to keep him from thinking too hard on it, kissing your way into his mouth. “You guys,” you breathed between kisses as you started peppering them all across his face, “are the absolute-” mwah mwah mwah, “best ever! Gotta be careful-” mwah, “if you ever wanna get rid of me-”

“Never,” he declared without hesitation, chasing after your lips. “Today was your chance to tell us to get lost. You get another in eleven to twelve business days.”

“Oh? Which days are business days?”

“Every third Groundhog’s Day.”

Giggles burst from your lips just as another set of hands snatched your waist. “What are you two talking about over here,” Sam hummed against your ear. You could feel his lips curl into a grin as his fingers ran light circles over your sensitive skin, turning a slight laugh into an absolute fit. “Come here, you, let’s get you into the bed. Hup!” He lifted you out of Punz’s arms and right into Sapnap’s waiting ones from where he stood in the truck bed. 

“Hey, sugar,” he sang. The truck rocked as all your boys clambered in, but Sap did his best to keep you steady as he laid you in an absolute nest of pillows they’d prepared. Couch cushions, bed pillows, and even a body pillow with a hockey player posing like a Playboy bunny. “There you go,” he muttered to himself, tucking into your side like he hadn’t just been stuck on you like superglue. His lips ghosted over your cheek. “You gonna let us feed you now?” 

“How the hell do you come that hard and walk around like nothing?”

He blinked. “Why do you sound mad about it?”

“I am mad about it! You practically killed me, and now you’re carrying me!”

“Well, it’s not like you’re heavy.”

You gave a pointed look down at your thick thighs and thicker stomach. “Hon, I weigh like-”

“Mushrooms or no?” The truck suspension strained as Sam threw himself down next to you, two pizza boxes bouncing on his lap. “We’ll need you to eat at least one slice, since someone interrupted before we could do any other aftercare-”

“Oh, fuck off! You can fuckin’ Venmo me for the pizza if you keep bitching.”

“I paid for gas! Make Sapnap pitch in for once!”

“Excuse you,” Sapnap huffed, wrestling with a two-liter of coke, “I’m baby, bitch.”

You found yourself chuckling and shaking your head as they argued, blooming warmth filling your chest.

Contrasting with the wet cold between your thighs.

“Punz-” He stopped swiping at Sapnap to give you his full attention, and for a moment you thought you should be an adult. Tell him to find you something to clean yourself with, and tell Sam or Sapnap or whoever stole your panties to give them back. You should act like a mature woman who knows how to handle a two-night stand, but instead you find yourself pouting at him, knowing it would make him cave to anything you asked. “They left me empty and cold.”

Sam and Sap burst into protests.

“Left you?!”

“The audacity-”

“Oh, you poor little bunny,” Punz laughed, scooping you right up and taking your place. He squeezed you tight, dotting his lips across your neck to hear you giggle as his breath tickled the sensitive skin. “Bastards been neglecting you?”

Sapnap had produced a handful of shot glasses that he filled with soda and passed around. “Oh, yeah, she was real fuckin’ neglected when she was coming on my cock.”

“She needs all three of us to be happy,” Sam agreed, taking the shot. “Why did you bring shot glasses?”

“Why didn’t you bring alcohol?”

“Lift your hips for me, bunny,” Punz muttered, squeezing your waist. “I’ll pull down my shorts for you and we can have a nice warm cuddle while we watch the movie.”

You pushed up to your knees, hands from either side snapping to hold you steady. “You’re all such worry warts,” you laughed, accepting a shot of coke and passing it back for a refill. 

“Oh, forgive us, sugar: we’re not eager to watch the gorgeous babe who puts up with all three of our dumb asses crack her head open.”

You felt Punz run his smooth tip through your folds, letting Sapnap’s cum slick up his shaft before he led you to ease your hips back. You managed to choke your moan as he spread you back open, biting your tongue until you were seated all the way back on his lap. “Fuck- I’m good, I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

You sighed as the stretch quickly faded from being fucked open so recently, leaving only the blissful feeling of being perfectly filled. “I’m so good.” Sam offered you a slice and you took it, downing a testing nibble and then three big bites of melty cheese as you realized maybe their fuck-then-feed method held some water after all. “What are we watching?”

Sam presented a remote with a flourish, pointing it at the white sheet strung up in the treeline and pushing a button. “We are watching- fuck.” He flipped the remote around to point it at the projector on the roof of the cab. You weren’t sure how much of this was set up before or how much you were oblivious to while Punz coddled you, but either way something squeezed in your chest. “We’re watching Die Hard, because it’s a goddamn masterpiece.”

You nodded. “You got the second one for after?”

“Of course,” 

“And the third?”

“You’re cute. Don’t push it.”

[eadanga]

When Love Lasts Part 9 (NSFW)

Summary: When Yasmin gets a new job in the biggest company in the city she falls for her hot boss

Parings: GabexMC

“OMG you look so amazing!”

Yasmin admires herself in the mirror turning around to see the scarlet red dress “I love it Liz”

“I knew you would soon as

 I saw it on the racks I knew it was you the makeup and hair everything goes so well together”

“Thank you Liz”

“Anything for my best friend” She nudges her smirking “Now make sure you get that action”

Yasmin turns red “Stop it!”

Liz laughs as she runs out the room

****

Gabe adjusts his tie and smiles “Perfect” He grabs the flowers and heads out the door and drives to her apartment. He knocks on the door

“Oh Yas I bet that’s your sexy lawyer man”

“Liz! He may hear you!”

Gabe chuckles as the door opens

“I was right come in Gabriel”

Gabe laughs “I prefer Gabe Liz”

“Oh of course you’re not in lawyer mode now you can come out Yas”

Yasmin comes out from the bedroom and Gabe’s eyes go wide as he sees her. He nearly drops the flowers in his hand at the sight of her She’s so beautiful

Yasmin walks up to him “Flowers again you’re such a romantic”

“Yes but they can’t compare to how sexy you look”

“Aww thanks Gabe you look amazing as well” Gabe offers his arm and Yasmin grins as she takes it “Don’t wait up for me Liz

“Get it tonight!”

Yasmin groans as Gabe laughs “Sorry about her”

“It’s fine she’s a good friend to you” Now I believe you’re gonna love what I have planned” Gabe drives down to a park and Yasmin sees a huge amphitheater

“Gabe what’s this?”

“They do shows here I come here and enjoy them”

“Wow really” Yasmin giggles “And what happens when it rains”

Gabe chuckles “Well they have tents in case it does”

“Good I can’t wait to see this”

“I hope you enjoy it as much as me” They take their seats and watch the show. The play is about a forbidden romance of the children of feuding families.

Yasmin smiles “Romeo and Juilet huh?”

Gabe grins “Well let’s hope they have a better ending than them”

“Oh yeah hate that ending I mean they both die makes me so sad they could have found a way to be together instead of killing themselves”

After the play ends Gabe and Yasmin join the applause and walk out “So what’d you think?”

“I loved it they got together by running away and had a wonderful family together”

“I love it” Gabe squeezes her hand “I’m glad you love it too” He whispers “You know what I’ll love more”

“What?”

“You out of that dress” He growls let’s head back to my place

Yasmin blushes as Gabe pulls her toward the car and drives back to the his apartment he opens the door closes it by pushing her against the door “God you’re sexy” He kisses her deeply

“Mmmm Gabe”

“I’m been imagining this for so long”

“I’m glad you have” She rubs him through his pants as he groans “I can feel that”

Gabe grabs her hands and pins it over her head “Let me please you first” He kisses her neck and grabs her breast

“Gabe oh God!”

“I love hearing you say my name” Gabe lifts her up and carries her to the bedroom he unzips her dress and yanks it down taking in the sight of her “Wow I always wondered how you look underneath these clothes”

“Your turn” Gabe removes his own clothes and Yasmin runs her hands up and down his chest “Wow so hot”

“You’re hotter” He kisses her neck then sucks on her nipple as she moans “You ready for me?”

“Yes Gabe I want you”

Gabe smirks and he sinks into her he growl “Damn you’re so wet you feel so good Yas”

“Mmm Gabe don’t stop”

“I won’t” He thrusts in and out of her her moans get louder and louder “Fuck Yas”

“Oh Gabe I’m gonna come”

“That’s it come with me”

“Gabe!” They come together as they hold each other tightly Gabe kisses her deeply

“God that was amazing”

“Yes it was”

Gabe pulls out of her and brushes her hair away as he cups her cheek “I’m really starting to fall for you I don’t want to stop seeing you”

“Me too Gabe I can’t wait to see where this takes us”

“I’m” Gabe stops in mid sentence

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t turn around”

“Why?”

“Cause we’re being watched”

Yasmin quickly pulls the covers over her chest “By who?”

“I don’t know who it is let me see” Gabe walks to the window and the figure holding a camera runs away “He ran like a coward”

“Who would be spying on us?”

“I’m gonna figure it out are you alright?”

“Fine Gabe we’re gonna get whoever that was”

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