#so i’ll be on my lap top...... bout an hour or so!

[marleyybluu]

Thinkin’ Bout You

Spooky Diaz x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Content warning: 18+, gets a little hot at the end, overall fluff and mush, everyone’s in love and high, reader smokes weed, reader described to have thick thighs (of course tf), pretty sure I'm missing some sorry

A/N: I took a break from my break to post this lol I was gonna leave this as a stand-alone(it can still be read as such) but honestly? it’s giving two and counting lore… so I’ll put it as a part of that series.

(not mine, got it off pinterest but awooogaa!)

Friday. What a glorious day to be off work. You slept in, hell you'd say you deserved putting up all those work hours at the hospital, and after finally crawling out of bed you rolled a small joint for the morning, and smoked it on the balcony outside your bedroom. The neighbourhood was quiet, the air was crisp and a bit cold but it's nothing one of Spooky's sweaters couldn't fix. You wrap your arms around you, the sweater is warm and it smelt like his cologne, you close your eyes and smile at just the mere thought of him. You always think about him it was crazy how one man consumed your entire being but you were so glad it was him.

You wished he was home, wished he was here to smoke with you but he got called into work earlier than usual, you didn't even get a goodbye kiss which you were missing right now, the vacancy of those lips— soft as a cloud and always on top of yours so delicately— depending on the context of course.

Without him here the day seemed to pass on slower, you checked the time what seemed like every ten minutes which also didn't help. To distract yourself you clean and cook, call your mom until she is ready to, quote, "Go and do her own thing." And hung up on you.

You lay upside down on the couch, feet crossed as they hang over the back of the couch and your head hangs off the seat cushions, Living Single reruns consumed your screen. You were well distracted until you heard a car door slam and various keys jingling together, you sat up and gripped the back of the couch for dear life.

The lock turns. The door opens. And there he is. You scream with excitement. "Hi, babyyyyy."

He chuckles, not even ten seconds inside and you already had him smiling. "Hola mi corazón."

You roll off the sofa and run over to your man, leaping and wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He squeezes you so tightly you swear he'd crack a few bones but in the name of love, you wouldn't care. You pepper his face with kisses before you finally land on his lips and you mould into him, his hands firmly grasping your ass that barely fits in your shorts.

He smiles in the middle of your kiss and it's an instant chain reaction. "Missed me that much?"

"You have no idea."

He gives you another small kiss before he puts you down and you fight the urge to pout and demand to be picked back up, you just want to live in his skin 24/7, but you let him catch his breath. Let him put away his things, grab a Corona while you ogle him and the way his enormous arms flexed when he twisted the cap off and the foaming bubbles sliding their way to the top... almost spilling over... but then he saves it with tongue. You lick your bottom lip and zoom in on the involuntarily sexual act, oh, and the way his Adam's apple bobbed with every sip... fuck.

"Bebita," He calls. You slowly nod, still in your love-stricken daze. "You're droolin' a little bit ma."

You rub your chin and frown at him, there is no drool. He winks at you and you turn your face to the side to avoid any more butterflies in your stomach. "You smoke already?"

You nod. "Wanna smoke again or you good?" He sat his blunt, which magically appeared from his jeans, between his lips and nodded to the back door. "Nah, I'll smoke with you."

"Good, vamos."

••••• Your head lays in his lap, his hand cupped your cheek and his thumb caressed your skin. After you two smoked, you ate and had a blissfully shared shower, now you were sprawled out on the sofa still high as fuck watching Bridget Jones's Diary, he remembered you uttered something about wanting to watch a rom-com for once. You were in the mood to watch a love story, "or something."

But you were hardly paying attention to the screen, so lost in your own world of love, you pinch his chin aiming his at an angle so he'd look down at you. Make eye contact.

"Do you think about me?" A question asked so innocently. "Course I do, baby."

You run your finger down the column of his neck, over the lump of his Adam's apple. "What do you think about?"

He pauses the movie and focuses on you. "What's this about?"

"Nothing."

"You pregnant?"

You hit him. "Spooky! No!" He was obsessed with the idea of a baby. "Just answer my question."

He sighs, nostrils flair, he hated telling his deepest feelings but, "I think about you... and me, and what our life could be like. We could get married, could have a couple of kids. I always thought about gettin' like a summer house or something. Hit it every summer with them."

You smiled. "You think about all that?"

"Fuck yeah. I see us dropping them off on their tío, he watches them... we still get to have some us time, dates, trips...whatever you want."

You swear he makes you fall in love with him all over again at least once a week. "You think I haven't pictured the wedding? I know what I'll say in my vows already."

"Liar," You teased.

"Mi amor, the day I saw you-"

You quickly cover his mouth it'd be like spoiling a movie you hadn't seen yet. He licked your palm but you were quick to wipe it on his face. "Puta." He muttered. "Bastardo." You retaliated. "So how many kids do we have?" You sit up and adjust yourself so that you are now sitting with your back against the support of the couch and drape your legs over his thighs, the cold metal of his rings hits your hot skin when his hand contacts your leg. "Five."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" You exclaim. "I've seen childbirth live and I think we can have one and a dog." He rolls his eyes. "Fine, whatever."

He leans over to kiss your forehead. "You think about me?"

"Once in a while." You joke, his jaw drops. "Once in a while!? That's how you feel? Ay, cariño, you're breaking mi corazón."

You place your hand over his and offer him a side smile before you kiss his cheek. "The way I jumped on you when you came home isn't proof enough."

He pulls you on top of him, your legs now sitting on each side of him with his hands gleefully squeezing every pound of flesh that makes up your thunder thighs that spread every time you sit and it makes him call them pancakes sometimes. "I might need a refresher."

"Oh, getting short-term memory already, Diaz?" You hum pressing your lips to his. "Just a little bit." He answers. Your hands fumble with the bottom of his shirt, he raises his arms and you break the kiss for just a second before you're back with tongues in each others throats and you're making out as if you're life depended on it, as if he's being shipped off to war and you don't know if he's coming back. Now it was your turn to pull back in need of some air. His smile is shaky, almost like a shy expression.

"Still kinda hazy."

You rid yourself of your top, with nothing under it.

"Oh don't worry," You lean in. "I'm about to make it real clear."

Not tagging anyone in this, I'm just testing something. if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic, reblogs and comments are appreciated. peace and love, see you in the next one🤙🏾

[satoruhour]

a/n: 0.7k, geto has glasses in this / based on what i wrote below for someone:

On Sunday morning, the sun seeps into the blinds we argued over (you let me choose in the end) and there is a ripe clementine on the kitchen top. I relish at having woken up before you (because you said how European people are always early birds. Birds can oversleep too.), and seeing the mess of blonde and the freckles you said you hated so much. My thumb rubs away something on your face like how I’d peel away at the fruit and I use a little too much force. In the next hour it happens again and you laugh at how the juice misses your eye by an inch. “Thank God I have my glasses on your bedside table, at least. I’ll wear it after.” And after the mundane statement and a graze of your lips on my cheek, I realise how much I like having your things on my furniture and a just-ripe clementine for sharing each time the sun awakens.

the sun is burning when you wake up, back slick with sweat when you rouse from slumber, and you catch the culprit sinking more and more into your rear: geto suguru, one of the special grade sorcerers and a teacher at his alma mater, mumbling into your neck.

it’s a sight to see, to be honest — you’ve seen his demeanour with enemy curse users, with satoru at times — it’s nothing like how geto is when he’s with you.

a flip switched even when he senses you, because he always has a curse guarding you. his eyes soften and his features relax and sometimes he can feel his curses leaving his body with how unstable his heart is and he finds it so hard to control his cursed energy.

sleepily, you inch away from his warm body before sitting up, huffing out a sigh at how your shirt sticks to your back. you’re not complaining, but sleeping in was something you cherished, and waking up sweaty is not the best way to go about it.

you find that your body is warm like helios, but your heart burns brighter than the god’s rays that filter through the blinds that geto let you choose. you have to clutch onto your heart, shaky breaths leaving you.

because you’ve shared a bed so many times, but you still feel like the you who resided in the basketball court, watching suguru practise his shots. your cheeks are flushing from hearing him say this is for you! and then almost missing it if it wasn’t for his curses helping him.

“sweetheart? what’s up?” geto is groggy in the morning, voice scratchy and raspy from the lack of use (he doesn’t sleeptalk like gojo). you shake your head, letting your lover wrap his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your nape.

“just thinking ’bout how much i love you,” you mumble quietly, putting your hands to your face and screaming into it, feeling a smile upon your neck. “you’re so sweet and so cute and hot and—”

“you just take care of me so well.” the last part is a little sentimental, now a little embarrassed at your outburst. geto notices this, easily manoeuvring you into his lap.

“baby. of course i do,” the other removes your hands from your face, kissing both of them before putting them around his shoulders. “i’d die before i put my needs before yours.”

“if you wish to be the stars, then i’ll become the night sky that wraps around you. if you’re a praying mantis, i’d give you my body to eat up.”

you make a face at that, pushing him away at that disgusting image he put in you and he laughs; he sounds like everything right in your life and it’s like you don’t know what disgust is anymore.

“gross. and cheesy. and also was that an oral joke?”

it’s later when geto says that instead, although just the first word, because you absolutely suck at peeling oranges and clementines; you insist on doing it. you’re digging your thumbs all the wrong ways into the fruit and you burst out laughing as another spurt of juice meets with geto’s face.

it just barely misses his eye and he just narrows his eyes at you, reaching for the clementine. you just put it further and further from him, chairs scraping the floor from the chaotic scene.

although suguru is insistent on taking the fruit from you, he lets you win anyway, because it’s so natural to him. video games, random races, rock, paper, scissors. god, he’d let you win at the stupidest games. and with this simple gesture, he knows you want to take care of him.

so while there’s a scowl on his face, you know he never means it when you chase him around the house with a half peeled clementine and juices spraying from how badly you peel it and booming laughter at how he frantically puts on his glasses.

you know suguru could never mean it as long as his glasses take its place beside your phone (and his), as long as there’s clementines in a grocery bag — and as you pop a wedge of the orange fruit into his mouth and the sweet flavour of the citrus floods his mouth, geto suguru hopes you’ll never share your uneven slices with anyone but him.

[crowborn666-writes]

Lock Screen

Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic, Crush in Denial

Summary: Mina finds Shinsou on your phone’s lock screen, and is determined to get to you to accept your feelings.

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It was breakfast, Iida and Bakugo making big batches of pancakes for everyone.

“Thanks guys!” You grinned wide at the stack of pancakes Bakugo handed you, earning a grunt in reply as he returned to the stove. Classic Bakugo, caring in his own way.

You sat down between Mina and Midoriya, and as you moved, your phone slipped from your hoodie pocket, clattering to the carpeted floor.

Mina was quick to reach down and pluck your phone off the floor for you, only to pause as she came back up, your phone lighting up from the movement.

Your lock screen was a picture of you and Shinsou, sitting on the school steps with a stray cat stretching across both of your laps. You and him had arrived early that day, as you sometimes do together. You liked to be early more often than not and Shinsou just couldn’t sleep.

Someone else had taken the photo and sent it to you, and at the time you thought nothing of it.

You’re quick to snatch your phone back, cheeks flaring with a rushed whisper. “Quit staring at my lock screen, Mina!”

“Do you like him?” Mina hummed, taking a bite of her food as you sat in your chair.

“Not in the way you’re thinking.”

“Are you suuure?”

“Yes!” You huffed, shoving a bite of pancake into your mouth so she couldn’t ask you any more questions.

You and Ochako did the dishes after breakfast together, and you somehow got into talking about crushes.

“So (Y/n), you got anyone you like?”

“Nope. No one’s really on my mind any more than the next person.” You replied, spotting bright pink appear in your periphery.

“You suuure?”

“Mina. I don’t like Shinsou that way.” You grumbled, trying to keep your voice low in case of eavesdroppers.

“What’s this about Shinsou?” Ochako piped up, looking between you and Mina as she dried a plate.

“(Y/n) has a picture of them and Shinsou as their phone’s lock screen!”

“Mina!”

“Oh how sweet!” Ochako chirped, “(Y/n), are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” You huffed, turning your red cheeked face back to the sink.

“Hey ladies.”

“Oh hey Shinsou!”

The world hated you. It had to.

“Came by to drop off my plate. Woke up late so I ate later than everyone else.” Shinsou had his dishes stacked neatly on top of each other, one hand on the back of his neck in that sheepish way of his.

“That’s fine!” You spoke up, hoping the red in your cheeks had died down as you waved him over, “I can take care of it for you.”

He hummed, moving to hand you his dishes, his fingers brushing yours. Then with a wave, he slipped out of the kitchen as Denki called out.

“Shinsou! Come help me kick Bakugo’s ass in Mario Kart!”

“What was that, Pikachu?!”

You shook your head from your place at the sink, scrubbing away at the last of the dishes.

You watched as Shinsou was up against Midoriya in class training, resting from your earlier bout with Kirishima. Pink appeared next to you, Mina sitting down next to you with a grin on her face.

“You’re staring.”

“A-Am not! I’m just… taking notes for future matches!”

“There’s nothing wrong having a crush, y’know.”

“Mina, I don’t—“

“Shinsou even likes you back.”

You paused then, mouth agape as you looked from Mina to Shinsou, who was ducking away from a punch from Midoriya.

“You think…?”

“Yeah I think! If you can’t tell him directly, I’ll help ya make a note or something to give him.”

“…Okay.”

Gosh your voice had gotten so quiet.

Mina gave you an affectionate punch in the shoulder, jumping to her feet as Mr. Aizawa called her up for the next match.

You could hear through Shinsou’s earbuds as you walked up to his desk, note in hand, Mr. Brightside reaching your ears.

It was the last hour of the day, so most of the class had free time to unwind or catch up on work.

Your nerves began to creep up on you, threatening to close of your throat and render you speechless. In a quick movement, you slipped the note face down on his desk, shuffling away back to your desk, the feeling of his eyes landing in your back.

You busied yourself with your phone as you sat down, glancing up past your hair to see Shinsou flipping the note over and beginning to read.

You watched as he took out his earbuds, head beginning to turn towards you when the bell rang. Clamor overtook the settled atmosphere of the room as students stood with their things, beginning to talk as they filed out of the classroom.

You stood with a small sigh, setting your things into your bag when a figure stopped at your desk, your card being placed on your desk.

On the unwritten side, in neat handwriting, was:

“I like you too. We share the same lock screen after all.”

Your head whipped up to face Shinsou, who was smiling warmly at you, presenting his lock screen of the same picture. The one with both of you on the school steps with the cat.

“Y-You like me too…? You mean it?” You breathed, meeting his eyes.

A kiss was planted onto your cheek. “‘Course I do.”

[psychotic4ghost]

Strength Together a story by Psychotic4Ghost

TW: Violence, language, mentions of scars/injury WC: 1.5k

Masterlist <- Chapter 6 // Chapter 8 ->

“Should be in and out. You set?” Price asked Ghost before they took off into the night. Ghost nodded. Price gave him a good pat to the front of his armor, tossed Ophelia a cheeky smile and shut the door behind him. 

“Ready to be bored?” Ghost asked as he took a seat on the dusty sofa in the safe house. 

“I hope it stays boring.” Ophelia sighed as she sat on a cushioned stool on the other side of the coffee table that sat between them. 

“You and me both.” 

“Ghost? Why the mask?” Ophelia braved the question she had been wanting to ask since the day she arrived. 

“To hide my face.” 

Ophelia gave him the dirtiest look she could muster. “You know what I meant.”

“Maybe I’ll tell you someday but today isn’t that day. I’m not lying either though.” He said with a soft chuckle. He wore the scarier of the masks on missions, the one that was all black with white lines going down the chin and forehead and the top half of a skull sewn to it. 

“Why’d you pick something so scary?” Ophelia asked as she shifted on the uncomfortable stool. 

“It’s the image I want to portray. Scary. Makarov’s men and other enemies fear the skull. I heard them muttering ‘bout it when we hacked their coms last.” 

“I don’t disagree with them. I’m not a fan of it.” Ophelia could only look at him when he wore this mask for short amounts of time before she felt an uneasy chill run down her spine. “I’m scared to ask but…” She trailed off only for Ghost to answer her, knowing her question. 

“Yes, it’s actually real. I wasn’t lying.” A deep, ominous chuckle came from behind his mask. “The skull belonged to a Simon Riley.” 

“But that’s y-”

“Mhm. Don’t say it on the field. It’s a story I hope I never tell you, so for your own sanity, don’t ask.” His tone darkened as he spoke of the skull, as if it was a deeper and more painful conversation to have with anyone. Ophelia guessed no one minus maybe Price really knew about the skull. 

“Can I ask about your scars?” There was one blaring scar she always pretended to ignore as she cared for him back in the clinic, one that felt illegal to even look at.

“Had a partner named Roach. We were both shot and burned. They thought I was dead, tried to burn me too, Price pulled me out. I know that’s the one you’re talking ‘bout.” Ghost was quick to answer, something he never was before when she’d poke at him in the common rooms of the base. It was like he was finally opening up and it almost excited Ophelia. 

“Where were you shot? I didn’t see any other significant bullet wounds other than the one I patched up.” 

“Right ‘ere.” Ghost tapped the left side of his masked head. “That’s why they thought I was dead too. Unluckily for them, the bastard who took the shot had terrible aim and it grazed my skull, cracking it but never piercing through.” 

“Ghost, about 57% of your upper chest is burned, how on earth did you survive that and a gunshot to the head?” picking up where she left off in the novel known as Ghost that she found herself enamored with, she continued to question him.

“Can’t kill what’s already classified as dead.” He chuckled, something she was becoming accustomed to hearing. It was always a deep and rumbly chuckle but it felt like a nice cup of steamy black tea to her. 

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The two continued to chat, mainly Ophelia bombarding him with questions about the scars she had memorized that pepper his chest and arms. Time seemed to be moving incredibly slow for the two though as they waited for Price and Gaz’s team to finish the mission. It had been about two hours since they first left the safe house. 

“I should have eaten more.” Ophelia mumbled as she gripped around her stomach, a distinct grumbling sound coming from it. 

A small bag of peanuts landed on her lap, Ghost had tossed it, skillfully making it onto her lap. “Eat.” 

“I don’t want to eat your reserves.” Ophelia attempted to hand it back to him but he denied before showing that he had two more small bags in his vest pocket. She eyed the bags before hesitantly opening the bag, she took a few and began to munch. 

Another hour passed and Ophelia gave a quick huff at her boredom. “I’m happy for the lack of injured men rushing through that door or the sounds of gunfire but I am absolutely bored out of my mind.” 

“I’m going to check on the men, Stay put.” Ghost said rather sternly as he set a handgun down on the coffee table. Ophelia had moved to the couch at some point, she lifted her legs into herself so Ghost could walk past. 

“I don’t want that.”

“Leave it there. It’s just for emergencies.” Ghost’s voice wasn’t like how it was when they were on base, it was rougher and more serious, even when speaking to Ophelia. 

Ghost left the safe house, leaving Ophelia alone with the handgun and her thoughts. The silence only lasted for a brief moment until Ghost came barreling back into the house, his eyes looked a little more frantic than before. “Get up, we need to go. Now.” 

“Wh-what happening?” Ophelia asked as she jumped from her seat. Her bag was at her feet for an easy grab if needed and shortly it was on her back. 

“All the men are dead or out cold, we need to leave. Grab the gun.” Ghost turned to head out the door, waiting for her but she didn’t meet him at his side. “Ophelia I do not have time to argue about the fuckin’ gu-” Before he could finish his sentence, he had turned to see Ophelia in the grasp of someone…of Nolan. His hand was around her mouth and his other held a gun to her head…the gun. “Fuck.”

“There is no negotiation here, Simon Riley. You were supposed to die. This one is keeping you alive so she must– on second thought, I might just keep her for myself.” Nolan spoke as his grip tightened and loosened on the gun. 

Ophelia’s eyes were as wide as they could go as she stared into Ghost’s. A silent plea shared between them. 

“Take her. Just don’t kill her.” Ghost said slowly, his words very carefully calculated. 

“You give her up? Just like that?” Nolan asked, the gun now lax in his grip. 

“The option of you taking her is better than seeing her brain matter on the walls.” Ghost grumbled slowly. Soft whimpers came from Ophelia as tears began to stream down her cheeks. 

“Oh do you hear that? The sweet sounds of her crying. I might just take her as a personal pet.” Nolan put a harsh emphasis on the word pet, sending an angry wave through Ghost’s mind. Ophelia could be heard begging him to stop through Nolan’s hand that was still tight around her mouth. 

Ghost noticed Nolan’s weakening grip on the gun and lunged. He gripped the gun, tossing it to the ground and away as he fought to grab Ophelia from his grip. Punches were thrown and soon Ghost had Nolan on the ground, Ophelia had been tossed to the side. The loud bang of doors swinging open rang in Ghost’s ears as he attempted to beat Nolan to pulp. Hands were on Ghost in moments and he let them pull him thinking it was Price and Gaz but when he heard Russian…he knew…he knew this shit show was only about to get worse. 

Ghost struggled against the grip of the two men who now had him in their grasp. Ophelia had been grabbed again but this time her wrists were tied behind her and a cloth shoved in her mouth to stop her cries. The last thing Ghost heard before she was silenced was her calling his name. Calling him Simon, begging for him to save her. His heart crushed at her pleas, knowing he couldn’t do anything as the men who had a hold on him started to tie him up. 

Ghost watched as Ophelia was dragged out, kicking and screaming through her gag. Pain panged in his chest as he watched, her eyes locked on his as tears streamed down her cheeks. 

Ghost sat there in silence after freeing himself. He had run up a hill and around the whole safe house looking for her but all he found was the evidence of a small chopper. He waited for his team to come back, if they were even alive. Thankfully, one of his wishes was granted. Price swung open the door to the safe house. 

“Simon? What the fuck happened? Where’s Ophelia?” So many questions tumbled out as Price ran around looking for their little doctor. Ghost sat in a dining room chair, defeated as he stared off into nothing. 

“Ghost, where is she?” Gaz asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Nolan. He took her.” 

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#5

heres a timeline:

i found a comment on one of effy's posts that brody king was at a lady gaga concert

then i learned that he was a crew member for rupaul's drag race from seasons 7 to 12

THEN i learned that he still actively watches drag race and goes to drag shows with his wife

AND THEENN i found this;

this is brody king in a lipsync battle, performing lady gaga's bad romance

and thats what you missed on glee

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#4

Hey bestie!!! 👋

Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?

Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."

a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt

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‘Chains’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

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#3

💛 Kenny Omega x Reader for snuggles?

our sweet nerd boy - yes i will

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‘I Love You More Than Video Games’ Kenny Omega (Tyson) x fem!reader

^reader is in dire need of cuddles and attention from her boyfriend.^

Y/N POV:

I watched him stare at the screen for what felt like an eternity. I walked into what he calls the ‘Nerd Cave’; one of the spare rooms we had that was decked out with posters, figures, props and all kinds of stuff from our favorite shows or films. It was a sweet thing he had come up with when we moved in together. I stood in the doorway for a while just admiring him. It’s always nice to see him in one of his elements: dressed comfy, sat in his gamer chair, glasses on, and playing video games; truly peaceful. Though I adore to see him like that, I was so desperate for his cuddles. One thing many don’t know about the great Kenny Omega is that he is a cuddle king! And I needed them BAD! I walked into the room carefully so I didn’t startle him. A habit we both adopted was not to scare each other when they had headphones on. I gently put my hands on his shoulders and leaned over the chair, kissing his cheek. He paused his game and lowered his headphones so they rested around his neck, “Hey honey. Wanna join?” he asked. “I actually was hoping for some cuddles. Pleaseee Ty?” He smiled and leaned his head to kiss my hand. “Aw, is someone deficient in Vitamin Me?” Another thing people don’t know is that he makes terrible but cute puns. “Let me finish this level, then you’ll get all the cuddles. Okay?” I nodded and went to the bedroom; knowing his skill, he’ll have the level beat in minutes.

After another half hour, I got annoyed. I went back to the Nerd Cave and noticed he’s started a new level. He must have heard me come in somehow and pulled his headphones down. “I’ll join you in a second baby.” I decided I had enough and turned the chair slightly, climbing into his lap and clinging onto him. “Now Tyson. If I don’t get snuggles in the next five minutes, I might die” I joked. He laughed, “We can’t have that now, can we?” he wrapped his arms around me and resumed his game, “You stay like that, I finish the level, then we go to bed and snuggle.” I smile into his chest, “Dobbie too?” I feel the vibrations from his chuckle, “Yes, babygirl, Dobbie too.” He kissed the top of my head and went back to his game. 

He was a man of his word and after this level, he took his headphones off and picked me up to go to the bedroom. Like the king he is, Dobbie was already on the bed. We settled in bed under the covers and I immediately laid my head on his chest, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Cuddles with Ty always boosted my mood. We didn’t have to talk, just our bodies close together. His hand went up to play with my hair until he tilted my head up to kiss my lips. “I’m glad you didn’t die. I do think you laying on me while I game is absolutely adorable and you should do it more often.” I couldn’t help the smile on my face, “Of course you do, dork.” “I’m serious! You close to me while I kick virtual ass? Makes it even better.” I roll my eyes playfully, “I’ll keep that in mind. I love you.” He kisses me again, letting the feel of his lips on mine linger for a moment, “I love you too.” I decided to poke fun at him: “More than video games?” “A billion times more than video games.”  From then on I made sure to sit in his lap while he gamed more often. It’s, how you say, ‘killing two birds with one stone’?

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188 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

#2

Oh my God I found someone who writes for Brock omg I love you

Can I request something cute and fluffy with Brock please pretty please with she/her pronouns?

the level of excitement i have for this. i love brock now more than i did back in the day. face, cowboy brock is much more likable. funny joke abt me: my father fully believes paul heyman is his cousin, couldnt tell you why. 

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‘Beastly Little Beauty’ Brock Lesnar x fem!reader

^with paul playing special council to roman reigns and the usos, brock needed a new advocate. why not his fiance?^

- wanted to use a doja song for an entrance theme so here we are - best friend becky lynch - i like 3rd pov so im gonna use it more - im 5′4 in real life so thats the height im gonna use - i love roman and the usos but for this imma be shady, soorry - brock and reader have a baby boy named ethan, just let this happen

3rd Person POV:

Brock knew when he came back that Heyman wouldn’t turn his back on The Bloodline. An idea popped into his head but knew it could be risky: what if Y/N was his new advocate? She has everything. She is a wrestler, a professional on the mic, knows the business aspect of the game, and she’s feisty as all hell. She’s decorated in WWE as well; having held every belt in the women’s division at one point or another. When he brought it up to her, the gleam in her eye was untouchable. That settled it. They ran the proposal by all the higher ups and was approved immediately. The catch though: Heyman, Roman and the Usos were not to know. 

Friday rolled around fast and it was time for everything to be revealed. The Bloodline and their ‘Wise Man’ were already in the ring, spewing the usual. One of the backstage hands informed them Brock was on. The couple turned to each other, Y/N reached up to kiss him for luck even though she would be out shortly after. “I love you. Go get em, baby.” she told him. “I love you too sugar.” His music hit and he did his entrance as she watched on the screen in the gorilla, counting down until it was her turn.  “Now I know you are not gonna betray your Tribal Chump anytime soon, so I found someone else to be my advocate.” A second passed and ‘Boss Bitch’ by Doja Cat played as Y/N came out. She dressed in a black skirt, white blouse underneath a custom flannel with The Beast logo on the back with their son’s name above it, and some black heel boots. The cherry on top was her engagement ring shining in the colorful lights that were part of her entrance. She gave high fives to the little kids as she walked by, something that always brought a smile to his face. He held the middle rope down for her and she got in the ring, he handed her a microphone but Paul started talking before she could. “Well, if it isn’t the Beast’s Bitch? Shouldn’t you be home with that baby of yours?” As the crowd booed, Brock spit back “Unless you want a one way ticket to Suplex City, I suggest you watch your mouth when talking about Y/N or Ethan.” “Brock honey, I can handle this. Paul, I know you have never cared for me or our relationship, so I’m glad you’re now playing second; wait no no,” she pointed to count Jimmy and Jey, “fourth fiddle to Roman. Lord knows he needs a big mouth to go with his even bigger ego.” “Yo Uce, you gonna let her talk to you like that?” Jey said as he and his twin moved to stand in front of her, “Yeah, remember you’re in the presence of the Tribal Chief baby.” She rolled her eyes, “Really Roman? Can’t respond to me on your own so your little bitches have to bark for you?” One thing about Y/N is that she was not afraid to step up to the men, even facing off against some of them. “Y/N,” Roman started as he pushed his cousins behind him and got a little too close to the shorter woman in Brock’s opinion, “I’m not gonna talk bad about you or your son because I’m not that type of guy. What I will talk about is, you have amazing skills in this industry, so you coming out as the new advocate is crazy because it seems like you’re wasting your time and talent on this dumbass farm-” That was all it took for her to pounce on the man in front of her and unleash her own beast. The only defense Roman gave was trying to push her off until Brock picked his fiance up and took her out of the ring; leaving the other four men in the ring stunned as the WWE universe equally cheered and booed her. She grabbed a microphone from ringside and said one last thing, “We’ll see your asses at Crown Jewel.” Her music played as she and Brock went back to their locker room.

When they entered the locker room, Becky got up with Ethan. “I guess we can call you ‘Big Time Y/N’ after that take down, huh?” The couple was grateful for Becky watching Ethan but they needed some time to regroup. “Thanks Becks. And thank you for watching him.” the woman said as she took the toddler in her arms. “Anytime, sweetie.” the redhead left and it grew silent. “I know you probably aren’t happy with me.” she started. “Sugar what are you talking about? That had to be one of the greatest things I have ever seen you do.” He walked over to the woman he already called his wife and held the child that was the spitting image of him. “Ethan, aren’t you proud of Momma? She took down a champion in our honor.” He babbled as he was about to start the talking stage at a little over a year old. “Well I can’t let it slide when someone talks about my two favorite cowboys. Don’t worry baby; Daddy will come home with that title soon enough.” The boy in Brock’s arms reached for his mother and surprised them both, “Momma.” They looked at each other in shock and excitement. “Eef, say that again. Who’s that?” he pointed to the child’s mother. “Momma!” “You said your first word! Ethan, we’re so proud of you!” Y/N exclaimed as she kissed the baby’s little cheeks. She pulled her soon-to-be husband down to kiss him, and tell them both over and over how much she loves them; the expressions being returned as well. Their little family had some major moments that night: Y/N returned, Brock is going for the Universal Championship title, and most importantly Ethan saying his first word. There was so much love in the atmosphere of that room that they forgot about the scuffle out in the ring from before. Truthfully? Neither of them cared. This moment with the three of them was the only thing that mattered.

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195 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i think they should extend the rule of “you take a luchador’s mask off, you get disqualified” to america

295 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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[miocaesarino]

pls imagine if caesar had survived part 2 & how he would have found a way to train holy to use hamon without a doubt even if it had to be under joseph’s nose

[mcyt-agere]

Could you do a CG!punz x little! reader. I'd love to read that :) also your writing is amazing:) <3

ohhh 🙈☺️

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Be Back Soon

cg!Punz x little!gn!reader

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“Okay, I’ll be home in two hours. I just have to go to my dentist appointment, okay?”, Punz reminds you as he slips his shoes on.

You hand him his keys, grinning as he rewards you with a kiss.

“I’ll text you when I’m on my way home too. Maybe I can pick up lunch for us?”, he quirks up an eyebrow with a smirk on his face.

“Okay!!”, you giggle, giving him a kiss before he leaves the house, closing the front door behind him.

Punz normally doesn’t leave you alone when you’re feeling fuzzy, but this is something he can’t get out of.

You try to pass the time by watching your favorite cartoon, but even that can get a little boring after a few episodes.

Maybe coloring will help.

Punz loves when you color him pictures; he even has a specific wall he has set aside just to be decorated by your pictures.

You begin coloring a picture of a couple fish under the sea, alternating colors and trying your best to stay within the lines.

“Is good.”, you murmur when you finish, admiring your own work.

As you glance up at the clock, you realize it has been more than two hours since Punz left.

You frown; there’s not even a text from him on your phone.

Daddy forgot about you.

You shake your head, trying to get the thought out of your head.

“No. He no do dat.”, you try to argue with yourself, slipping quickly.

What if you said something wrong?

You think through your conversations today with him.

“No, I good.”, you frown.

You’ve been so good lately…

What could be wrong?

“No, Daddy be back soon.”, you assure yourself, sitting on the couch to face the door.

“Daddy always come home.”, you whisper after a few more minutes pass with no further communication from Punz.

You start nervously chewing on your fingers.

Is he okay?

What happened at the dentist?

This is why no one should have to go to the dentist.

What if you upset him?

Maybe he won’t come back…

Lost in your deep train of thought, you don’t hear the door open.

“Sorry about that, y/n. I got caught in traffic and then the food line was way too-“, he cuts himself off when he sees the faraway look in your eyes.

There’s a familiar sparkle in your eyes, though it doesn’t look as bright as normal.

“Hey, bug. You okay?”, he gently rests a hand on your knee to get your attention.

You immediately snap back into it, eyes watering as you see your favorite guy in front of you.

“Scawed.”, you whimper, leaning forward to give him a tight hug.

Punz is a bit freaked out by the way you cling to him like he’s about to disappear.

“Why, baby?”, he asks softly, running his fingers through your hair.

You sniffle a bit before pulling away to look at him.

Punz likes eyes contact when you have serious talks like this, so you try to honor that every time.

“Thought you forgot ‘bout me.”, you admit, letting your eyes drop to your lap.

Your fingers find their home in your mouth again before Punz carefully guides your fingers out of your mouth.

“Not the fingers, baby. Remember?”, he gently reminds you.

You nod, playing with his fingers instead.

“I am so sorry I didn’t text you like I promised. Daddy was wrong, and that’s my fault. I didn’t mean to worry you.”, Punz does his best to apologize though he knows it might not fix the situation.

“Daddy bad.”, you smile innocently up at him.

“I know, I know.”, he replies playfully.

“Kisses.”, you remind him, poking his cheek.

After every misunderstanding, there are always apology kisses from the offending party, and this time, you’re on the receiving end.

“Right. Right. How many?”, he gives you a chance to decide the number.

You think for a second.

“Lots.”, is your reply.

Punz grins before beginning to press kisses all over your face.

“Stuffie wants one too.”, you hold up your favorite stuffie for him to kiss.

He kisses the top of its head, delighting in the giggles you let out.

Judging by the giant smile on your face, Punz assumes that all is well and forgiven, so he moves to sit on the couch next to you.

“Watch ‘toons?”, you guilt, even though you’re well over the limit of screen time that is normally in place.

Punz pretends to think about it, waiting until you give him your best pleading look to cave.

“Okay, we can watch some cartoons.”, he nods, grabbing the remote.

You move to sit on his lap, leaning against him.

“Luv you, daddy.”, you mumble before leaning up a bit to press a kiss to his jaw.

“I love you too, cutie.”

[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: Smut 18+ only please

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When Bucky made it up to your shared room he slowly and silently opened the door. You were sitting on your bed, your back facing the door, but he could tell you were crying by the shaking of your shoulders. It broke his heart to see you so upset.

He closed the door behind him and walked over to sit next to you. He wrapped his metal arm around your waist and pulled you into his embrace. You then openly sobbed into his chest. Bucky caressed your back and kissed you on the head, allowing you to cry.

When you started to calm down you sighed deeply, sniffed, and said, “Are you going to break up with me now?”

Bucky’s heart completely broke. He put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “No, baby. Of course not. I love you. I love you so much! Why would you think that?” He asks.

“Because before we started dating you told me about Dot and how much she meant to you. You were going to propose when you got home from the war. Well here is your chance to live the life you wanted with the girl you wanted,” you say as tears again start to leak from your eyes.

“Baby, I’m not the same man I was then. Yes, I still have love for Dot, but I’m so madly in love with you. I promise,” he said, kissing your forehead, nose, and then lips.

“I’m going to help Dot become acclimated to the world now, and help her settle. But I promise I will always be here for you, ok?” He asks.

You nod, feeling slightly better. “I love you,” you say.

“I love you too. I’ve gotta get down to the lab. I promised Dot I would be down there with her. But I won’t be long,” he says before kissing you again and then leaving.

You sit and wait for him, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. But after 4 hours you give up on him and go to sleep. You hope that he will keep his word on still loving you. You don’t want to lose him. You love him too much.

- -

1 month later

Over the last several weeks, you’ve only seen Bucky’s about a handful of times. He’s always off with Dot, helping her learn the ways of today, and helping her deal with her “trauma”. Every time he tries to give you a little time she always calls for him saying how upset she is or that she’s about to have a panic attack. You try and be understanding but at the same time it’s really starting to annoy you.

One of the worst things is that he barely even sleeps with you anymore. This morning you woke up to an empty bed, yet again, and head downstairs for breakfast. When you got down to the common room you heard the sound of Dot’s giggles and saw her sitting on the couch with Bucky, her feet on his lap. At that point you lost your appetite, so you went up to the roof instead.

After an hour you hear the door to the roof open as you’re staring off into the distance. You feel arms wrapped around your waist as a stubble chin rest on your shoulder. You decide to ignore him and continue staring off into the distance and several thoughts past of your mind.

“Was looking for you,” Bucky said as he kissed your shoulder. “Why you up here all alone?”

You sigh, “well I’m used to being alone a lot these days. And I guess I didn’t feel like sitting there watching you and Dot flirt in the common room,“ you say annoyed.

You hear him sigh behind you as he puts his forehead on your shoulder. “I know, and I’m so sorry that I haven’t been around much. I’m just trying to do my best to help her,” He said.

“I promise I’ll try and do better at managing my time so that I can spend more time with my girl,“ he says as he kisses the back of your head and trails kisses all the way down to your neck.

He turns you around in his arms and rests his forehead on yours. Before you know it you are both swaying to no music, until Bucky starts singing your song. You wrap your arms around his neck as you both slow dance to your song as Bucky sings. When he finishes you kiss him passionately.

“Tonight we will have date night. No Dot, no interruptions, just you, me, and that new lingerie you bought a few weeks ago,” he says as he continues to sway you.

You smile widely at the thought of spending a night alone with your boyfriend. “Oh Bucky, that sounds amazing! I’ve missed you so much, and I get what your doing, but it’s hard,” you say.

“I know. I’ve been neglecting you and it ends now. You are my priority, not Dot. And I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. Tonight,” he says.

You kiss him in reply.

- -

Later that night, after dinner and another bout of dancing, you come out of the bathroom with your new lingerie set. You stand in the doorway staring at your half naked boyfriend. Bucky’s eyes darken with lust as he starts to stalk towards you like a lion about to pounce.

“You look good enough to eat, baby,” he says huskily. He then pulls you into his arms with a searing kiss.

He leads you to the bed and throws you on it, before jumping on top, connecting your lips again. His hand travels down to your core and he moves your panties to the side, putting pressure on your clit. He starts rubbing at an intensely fast pace, making you lose your breath. Very quickly he pulls your first orgasm from you.

Before you come back to earth you feel your new panties being ripped from you, as well as the bra. Bucky loved to rip your underwear all the time. He kissed his way down your stomach to your wet core and dove in. Your back arched off the bed.

“Oh my god, Bucky!” You moaned as your hand pulled his hair.

He then stuck two metal fingers into you and started pumping. You knew it wouldn’t be long now. You couldn’t stand the amazing sensation of his fingers and tongue. You started to feel the build up of pressure in your belly.

“Bucky! I’m going to cum,” you cry as you again orgasm on his face.

After a moment Bucky kisses his way back up your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, which makes you wetter, if that’s possible. “You are the best thing I have ever tasted, Doll. Truly exquisite,” he says.

He then pulls off his pants and boxers before lining up with you. He slowly starts to push in, which feels amazing. After a moment he completely bottoms out in you. He kissed you, and just as he is about to thrust, you are both interrupted by FRIDAY.

“Sergeant Barnes, Ms. Jones is requesting to see you sir,” she says.

Bucky groans into your neck, “Tell her I’m busy and we’ll talk in the morning,” he says.

“I’m sorry sir, but she appears to be having a panic attack and having trouble breathing,” FRIDAY says.

“Shit,” Bucky says as he pulls out of you and grabs his sweats. He looks at you guiltily, “I’m sorry. I’ll be back in 10 minutes tops, and then we can finish what we started,” he says before running out the door.

You stare at the door as it closes in shock. He just left you in the middle of sex for his ex. What the hell! You lay there and wait, but after 2 hours you decide to get dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. You take your ruined lingerie and throw it out. You lay back on your bed thinking about how you will have a stern discussion when he comes back.

Before you know it, another 2 hours go by and it’s the middle of the night. You’re more than angry, now you are hurt. You grab your pillow and your blanket and leave your shared room with Bucky, and head to your old room. After locking the door, you inform FRIDAY not to let anyone, especially Bucky in. You climb into bed and allow a few tears before falling asleep.

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Bucky woke up the next morning disoriented. When he realized he was still in Dot’s room he panicked. After he finally got Dot to calm down last night he went to leave but Dot begged him to stay until she fell asleep. He must have dozed off too. He quickly got out of the bed and quietly exited the room.

Steve was coming down the hall and saw Bucky’s coming out of Dot’s room. “ why are you in Dot‘s room?” Steve asked.

“She had a panic attack last night and I came to calm her down and fell asleep. Y/N is going to be so pissed at me,” Bucky said.

“Wasn’t last night date night?” Steve asked.

Bucky nodded, “Yea and Dot interrupted right in the middle of sex. I left Y/N there naked on the bed like a jackass,” Bucky said angrily.

“You left her in the middle of sex to deal for your ex!? Why didn’t you ask me to deal with it?” Steve yelled.

“I don’t know. Dot says she only feel comfortable with me. I’m just trying to help her. But I’m going to lose my girl in the process. I’ll talk to Dot later about it, but things have to change. I can’t keep ignoring my girl,” Bucky said.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, we’ll good luck with talking to her after last night,” he said before slapping Bucky’s shoulder and leaving.

Bucky sighed and went to your shared room, only to see that you weren’t there. He checked the kitchen, common room, roof, gym, and lab but couldn’t find you. The last place he went was to your old bedroom. He found the door locked, which told him he found you.

“FRIDAY, can you please open the door?” He asked the AI.

“I’m sorry Sergeant Barnes. But I was requested by Agent Y/L/N to not let anyone, especially you in,” FRIDAY said.

Bucky’s heart dropped. He really messed up.

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

A lot happening in this chapter. Bucky being stupid, but at least he is aware. Now can he fix it? will the reader let him? And what else will Dot do? Feedback is appreciated!

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[muffindaddystyles]

DENTIST THE BAD BOI

Word count: 7k

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Harry's a med-student and Y/N's an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant -- he mighty looses it.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff.

MASTERLIST, REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN || PART 2

“Harryyyyy!!!!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs staring at the small picture of ultrasound, blinking at it several times to vision herself back into reality because the more she does the more she becomes grumpy and fussy – cursing the beast of a neighbour who got her little innocent cat pregnant.

She pulled the strings of her pyjama shorts to tighten it around her and hastily towed her feet into fuzzy slippers, giving a stink of an eye to her cat “don't act so surprised you little ragamuffin!” She mouthed at her with venom (as if trippers her cat cares), stomping her way out and writes a whole book of judgements in her rattling brain upon hearing the loud music weeping through walls.

She knocks. Huffs when it goes unnoticed and this time pounds at the door, crossing her forearms infront of her chest. Not unaware and very accustomed; of happy chatter whirling around whenever she’s trying to focus how a certain recipe goes by, his mates chanting his name from outside when he’s too occupied in whatever he's sorting out inside for their arrival, clanking of beer bottles knowing they and her have a long time to go, the music dimming in the wee of night as the door closes after every fifteen minutes and it dawns at that time –-- she always get left with one option and that’s to curse him till she sleeps.

It’s every Friday and Saturday’s story.

“Max stop that before Ni asks fo’ a dummy —-,” His neck's craned to where his friends are sitting on one of the cosy spots. His jaw popping, dimples chasmic from the smirk he’s holding and Y/N gulps then arches her brow when his attention drops down at her, “Oh .... hi, could help ya?” His cocky grin irks her – bubbling a fire in her pit and an urge to twinge his ear and drag him to her apartment, to show him what he did.

“Could you help me!?” She laughs ironically, chases her frowning gaze from the ripped patches of his jeans towards where his curls are brushing his earlobes and it kind of makes her gasp which she traps in fortunately because – he’s always wearing a hoodie, beanie or his hair up in a little fountain like bun rushing through the lobby with his thick books and laptop clutched in his arms, “Yes please .. y’could help me by transferring expenses of your cat's babies every month to me —-...um could simply have them in your apartment too if the first deal’s too bad.” She shrugs. Taking a glimpse from his shoulder of his friends bunched over eachother and he toys with his bottom wet lip, brows stringing into confusion and his bicep flexes making her flutter her eyes away as he grips the knob of the door and closes it behind him.

“What d'ya mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose right? ‘cos there’s no way —--” He cuts her groans with a snap and runs a palm down his face, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talkin' ‘bout, Y/N.” His lips tinned into a flat line, his posture now resembling her's and she slaps her forehead with the heel of her palm.

“Then you should keep tabs of your beasty minx of a cat who got my cat pregnant!” She exclaims disbelievingly to which his eyes turns saucer and he throws his sinewy arms in between them, mimics her expressions comically, “Is that my fault? Did I get your cat prego?” She blinks up at him rapidly --- he’s such a nerve puller.

“Yes it is! You didn’t get your cat desexed —-,” She stuffs her pointer against his chest and twist it with a grit, “Now he’ll have babies left and right – like a catwhore he is!!” She aerials her hands in different directions rapidly and he takes a step closer kissing his teeth together to seethe his words.

“He’s not a catwhore!”

“Kay then take the responsibility of what he did.” She mutters tapping her foot onto the carpeted floor and guppies at him like a fish when he bursts into taunting cackles, leaning to catch the door-frame before he mushes her under his weight. ”

“Ye -‐..- you’re —- you aren’t serious are ya?” His rosy eyelids snib tightly forming crinkles to where his temples meet his cheeks and she almost pouts, how much she doesn’t want to she could never cascade her expressions.

“Oh my — .... Bambi eyed wouldn’t I’ave had free him of his ball’s heaviness –-- if I’d ‘ave enough money down me pocket?” He scrunches his nose to take a breather from laughing hard.

“Don’t call me that!” She bites at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He smirks gingerly – drums his fingers against his folded bicep and presses his back to the wall tipping his chin high.

Her blush eager to creep up her neck embarrasses her further more and she hides the softness in her voice, muttering gruffly, “Shut up.” Then turns to walk back into her apartment and to slam the door at his face -- but -- his whistle for her halts her in tracks.

“Hey – Bambi, we could sign the custody of kitties if that what ye'want.”

..

Three weeks after. There was another knock on Harry’s door, Niall's head perks up and bangs against the bookshelf –- he was trying to keep the furry cat in his lap, for a good warmer but its more enamoured with the ‘clucks' of his daddy’s boots than the soft flesh of Niall’s thigh as Harry chucks his wallet in the back-pocket of his jeans (he was about to go outside and bring some food) and opens the door slightly to see through the trapping chain, “who’s it?”

“Harry ‘s me ....” The voice mousey and worried. Niall recognizes it in a hot-second, frowns and tries to gain snowy’s attention, “What did y'do again? Did ya get the pretty neighbour's cat prego twice, you fat farts.” He chuckles when snowy meows at him innocently and Harry's brows skews together into a scowl.

“Call him fat farts another time —- I dare you —--,” He howls. Throwing angry upset glares towards Niall – their bickering gets interrupted when Y/N slips her hand from the crack of door, pinches Harry’s knuckles and he squeaks, “Ow —- what the fuck!”

“Harry.” Her tone threatening.

Harry puffs out a huge sigh and reveals himself infront of her, he's not in mood to fight with her over their cats, or the parcel Harry forgot to give her which got delivered to him on accident like one of the thousand times (he never found anything freakish until now .. not that he goes through what’s inside, but the labels tell they’re mostly her art supplies), or why he’s been showering for an hour because she now isn’t left with any warm water —- because he just came back from UNI and is dust bones from having two exams in a row.

“Y/N —-,” His face reeks with exhaustion. His curls drowsy, escaping from his knit beanie and his eyes glazed with sea-foam. She kinda feels bad for disturbing him -- but – it’s an emergency and she doesn’t know where to go, except him.

His weary vision falls upon trippers tucked beneath Y/N’s arm, “Is she alright?” He scratches behind her ear and trippers gives out a pained yowl.

“No –-.. that’s why ‘m here. She’s spotting blood everywhere and –-- and I don’t have enough money ...,” She’s embarrassed to say least. Not meeting Harry’s eyes and he gazes her sincerely –- belly doing weirdly funny somersaults. He clears his throat, grogs out gathering all the information in his head from the anatomy of humans and animals he studied till now.

“It’s okay for spotting in pregnancies – but ‐-.. she looks very much in pain s' we shouldn’t risk it. I’ve a friend. She’s practicing vet -- we could take her there.” He offers. Rubbing the back of his neck and Y/N bobs her head vigorously, anything to save her trippers baby.

“Fine –-- yeah, Iemme just wear my shoes ... then we're good to go.” She mumbles. Harry hasn’t seen her demeanour flatter like this ever before, whenever she’s banging and barging through his flat it’s always taut and cold banter.

He has never seen her this defenceless.

He drops his gaze down at her feet and finds that she’s wearing cute pizza slices socksies.

..

“Is this a clinic, or weed doing zone for animals?” She didn’t try to be mean. It just happened as she takes in the wearbouts of garage, stuffed with drums and musical instruments, spray paint on walls. Harry seems unfazed though, he could be shabbier than her if he wants to –- much fouler that could make her cry.

“Told you. She’s practicing not a vet yet.” She doesn’t question him further. Grateful enough for his help. She might not admit but he isn’t that bad of guy as she once imagined him in her head.

Y/N stifles a snort when a girl with mullet shag, having a stud in her brow and the corner of her lip, attired in all black greets Harry with a hip-check, “Vas’up booger.” She grins and Harry grumbles ruffling her hair with his knuckles.

It leaves Y/N in awe. This’s what group of friends look like -- so fun and annoying, she wanted to have this since when she’s small. Sadly, it’s just her and trippers in her friend group.

“Hi there!” She waves to Y/N trying to battle Harry’s tickles away. Takes trippers from Y/N's arms and coos up at her, “hiyaa baby .. oh, she’s having lil buns inside her.” She laughs and Y/N already likes her so much. As if, she’s the main character of any vintage styled movie.

“Rori here.” She introduces herself as Harry strolls inside her kitchen to rummage through her fridge, “Y/N.” Y/N smiles –-- eyeing Harry who’s whistling and tearing the crate of orange juice open.

When Trippers purrs from a cramp, Rori snuggles her closer to herself – “Her spotting is nothing to worry about –-- maybe she’s ready to give birth. If not I’ll take her to my hospital.”

“So Harry said...” Y/N nods.

“Oohh.” Rori exclaims, wiggling her brows curiously at Harry who’s gulping down juice hungrily, “Booger got normal friends too? Thought, those were all white lies.” He almost chokes at it – downing it cautiously and blinks vividly.

“No. Just neighbours.” Yeah, there’s nothing friendly between them –-- but how it’d be like to befriend Harry. The thought makes Y/N feel snoozy and warm.

“I see.”

“Okay then! ‘m gonna keep Trippers with me for two days –-- figure out what I could do to help her and if she heals I’ll drop her by, how that sounds?”

“Sounds good!” Both, Harry and Y/N chimes together heating their cheeks up. Harry wavers his gaze away, sulking a pouty mouth and turns all stoic again.

He doesn’t want to like, Y/N. Nope. Not at all. In any case.

She’s his bedevilling, bothersome and galling neighbour who just screams at him too much for his likening.

..

“Would you like something to eat?” She asks him while walking back home and he shakes his head, so she nudges him in ribs, “oh c'mon let it be a thank you, grumpy pants.”

“’M not –-,” He was about to snap at her. Instead, he groped her wrist tightly and tugged her to his side –-- she squeals into his chest as a car passes by them swiftly, honking at them in anger.

Her hair wisps from the friction of Harry’s hoodie as she pushes herself away from him, surprisingly he smells incredibly sweet – that of vanilla and citrus musk, something very cosy and like a morning breeze.

A jolt buzzes through her spine at the fact she was about to get crushed under a vehicle but she grins up at him awkwardly, “Tofu then?” His peepers widen in shock and he slaps his forehead.

“You’re mad, know that.”

..

Harry and Y/N. Sky and earth . She sprouts buds of irises and peonies when she speaks, her touch that shines away even an intimidating person as if they're mimosa plants, those eyes --- those eyes are itself sepia of grounds on which the tiny creatures celebrates by and Harry's well ... he’s the floss of clouds hidden behind sunshine, his rains would turn her into loam and his uppish thunder would make her loathe him.

Then some gods decided to break the needles and fix it in some other clock that rotates anti-clock wise.

Now, when she’s unable to nourish her flowers he's always there to rain and stroke a tender breeze against her that makes her lush grass snuggle the roots of who she’s.

They were enemies once. Opposite to eachother in many ways but couldn’t live without eachother despite of their distances. Just like sky's a hollow sheet of nothingness without it’s dear earth.

..

What blossomed their friendship was Y/N's date with this cute boy that is in her ceramic class, (not a date if you’d ask so –-- more like a meetup at this coffee house near her UNI).

Turns out he isn’t that cute. His blunt hands wandered up Y/N’s thigh without her consent and before she could know that, he was groping at it –-- making her gasp and hit her knee against the table. She struggles to writhe out of the chair but he stitches his nails in her skin, “I’m not liking it – you better stop.” She hisses, palms sweaty and slipping trying to remove his grip from around her.

“Don’t act all stupid .. you were hitting at me for hours, you want it but wouldn’t admit.” He groans, rolling his eyes and she feels like crying –-- teeth clanking letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll scream.” She warns him.

“You’re not that innocent, you act like.” He smirks, sliding his hand down her insides and before he could reach further Y/N sneaked a fork from the table and stabbed it in his knuckles.

“Fuck.” He shrieks, “Bitch.” He almost screams but stops when everyone stares at him as Y/N’s chair fell against the floor and she stumbles inside the bathroom.

Locking it behind her. Her chest burns with tears. Her vision spins and her fingers shakes as she dials one number she could reach for anytime, it rings then goes to voicemail so her bitten lip wobbles and eyes turn glossy.

She again dials it. There’re noises behind, that of someone instructing and Harry was in his lecture hall when she called .. his heart drops because all he could hear is quivering breath ... it shudders to tight painful gasps and he’s collecting his stuff leaving his seat immediately the doctor who's teaching them Apiceoctomy stares Harry while speaking.

Once he’s out in hallway, “Hey? Y/n are y’there? You okay? What happened?” She bolt her eyes close pressing her head to cold tiled wall and yawps outta fear when someone pounds at the door. Harry runs towards the exist, “Y/N where are you!? ‘m coming .. whatever it’s just --.. just ...” He gripes at his curls pushing them back – his heart beating loud, “ – just stay where you’re ‘n don’t panic .. yeah? It’s okay.” He mutters. Voice soft and assuring.

Her breathing patterns back to calmness – something about him so consoling, so warm and she nods. After some minutes she’s telling him the address and gladly it’s not that far away from Harry.

When he reaches. There are several people waiting at the bathrooms door and he’s knocking on it lightly, pressing his ear to it and grabs the knob (in case he’d have to break it).

When there’s no-response from inside he gets it something’s peculiar, “Bambi. ‘s me Harry.” It clicks and unlocks and he’s tumbling inside while the others groans and disperses knowing it’s invain waiting.

He’s dishevelled. His curls in moppy condition and his eyes full of concern and worry –-- she feels awful for doing this to him.

“Were you crying? Did somethin' happen?” He frowns. Ducking a bit to meet her gaze level and she clears the clump in her throat, “Can we just leave .. please?” He couldn’t believe it’s her voice – the bubbliness and chirpiness of it died to frightened meekness.

Harry takes her hand and walks them outside, Y/N sucks in squeak when the same guy rushes to confront them and when Harry sees his injured hand -- everything pieces together and fury spikes through his veins.

His brows pinches together into a frown, his lips lifting into a scowl and his eyes darkens pitch coal like.

He grips her dainty fingers and moves her behind him protectively and his chest buffs out as he takes a step forward towering the guy – “What d'ya want?” He kisses his teeth together to grit vehemence and that guy lift his trembling hand infront of Harry.

“Look what this bitch —-,” Ah –-- he really pushed Harry’s bad button didn’t he?

Harry grabs him from collar and Y/N squeals rubbing his wrist to pull him back, no-use.

“Badmouth her or anyone —-" Harry sneers and if he'd be a cartoon character – fume would have been coming out of his ears and nose.

“Else what!?” Harry’s more of a practical person -- so he did what he's been learning for years now and breaks his nose with such force it almost knocks him out.

Y/N's still in shock. Walking behind him on jelly toes and a shiver spirals in her bone marrow when her sweat dries from the wind that’s blowing and hitting them in faces.

They wait at bus shelter, sitting side by side –-- thighs brushing now and then flustering Y/N, Moreso when he apologizes everytime.

There’s silence. Harry’s irritated groan breaks it –- he clenches and unclenches his knuckles .. the thin skin a bit bruised.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry –-- .. ‘s my fault.” She rambles. Taking his hand to inspect it, “I shouldn’t have called you at ---..” He frowns confused and pokes her in knee conveying her to stop worrying. Because if anyone needs to be taken care of is her and wish he could just hug her and tell her that it’s not her fault – not even a tad.

“Y/n...” He gains her attention and his gaze flickers from her snotty nose towards her soaky cheeks, “Shut up.” She chuckles at that putting his palm gently back on his thigh.

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

She jumps up. Wiggling her fingers for him to take and beams sweetly, “Bambi next door?”

..

“From when did ya become s' rich?” He giggles. He finds her fucking adorable as she drags him along herself excitedly – she halts infront of the expensive restaurant –- where people dressed in all kind of luxuries and bright pearls are dinning in and she arches her brow sceptically, “Did you really think –- I’ll be able to take us here?” He shoves his hands in his jeans pocket, elevates his shoulders and smiles bashfully.

“Maybe one day, who knows?” They walk towards the chinese take out and Y/N trots backwards –-- facing him all while and rolls her eyes, “’M an artist whose half of paintings goes to trash.” Harry’s eyeballs springs out of his sockets hearing her statement and he really wants to knock some senses into this silly girl.

“Oh my --.. jeez .. those paintings are ‘s good y'divvy. They're hanging onto my walls, been enjoying them fo' free —- what the actual fuck .. really your hands are magical.” He feels annoyed and sad that she felt a need to dump them, because those were some beautiful art pieces.

(“Hmm. It has some hidden meaning beneath it, H. I’m tellin' ya.” Ni would always say. Standing infront of it for hours and hours staring at it.

“Looks like a pussy to me.” Max would quip sipping his bevy and Harry would smack him in head, “Guys how ‘bout we just see it like a fuckin' painting.” He'd grumble focusing back on his books.)

“Really?��� She asks shyly and he bobs his head, “Guess you could just keep them then ...” She grins up at him taking the boxes from the cashier.

“Where are we going?”

“You’d see yourself.” She sing-songs galloping over the muddy potholes and Harry looks funny doing it with his spider long legs. Their footsteps echoes in the empty warehouse and Harry didn’t expect her to be the person – that loves finding weird places and spend time there.

“Careful there.” He murmurs. Pressing a hand to her waist when she wobbles on her feet climbing the metal stairs and Harry thinks if she was this clumsy all along or it’s from what happened at the coffee house.

“Holy shit!” He cups a hand around his mouth as the traffic bustles down on the street, “You afraid of heights?” She glances back at him from where she’s standing on the cemented edge.

“Matters. If we're about to act silly and jump, then yes.”

Warmth worms up at his chest and his adam apple bobs, he barks out a laugh when she giggles demanding him to come closer to her, “Come here then you dentist the bad boi.” He tugs the fabric of his jeans from his crotch and hikes his one knee up sitting beside her, other leg swinging in air.

He listens to her hums and happy sounds as she slurps the long noodle inside her mouth, “What you’re afraid of then Harry?” Her question catches him off-guard. Nobody has ever asked what his fears are and he might be famous for an intimidating personality just because he speaks less and owns a roaring bullet –-- he’s still very nice to talk to, but he'd rather spend his time with snowy than waste his time on orgy parties.

“Snowy’s funky farts -- they're ‘orrible!! have to leave the flat fo’ a minute.” He grins when Y/N’s head lulls back and she laughs gleefully, rolling into his side to support herself, “Oh no!” She whines when her chopsticks falls and drops onto the road poorly.

“We can share mine.” He hands her his chopsticks and she thanks him timidly, “What d'you fear?” They pass it back and forth –- his lips wrapping around them as he takes a chunky bite.

Harry tries to down the food that got stuck in his throat when she said nonchalantly, “Dying alone I guess?” He chews the veggies, grimaces and shakes his head -- puts his hand over her knee squeezing it kind-heartedly.

“You’ll not.” She feels like every tulip of light around her’s sparkling – the buzz of having his company tingling her in good way, “Promise?” She asks and Harry lifts his pinky in between them encouraging her to bring her's.

She wasn’t serious about the promise thing it was more onto sarcastic side than to sincerity.

“Promise.” His dimples caters deep and his eyes crinkles when different golden lights dances against her skin making her look prettier than she’s.

He’s gonna fulfill his promise.

..

Y/N could be sentimental given on occasions and how bad the situation’s – but she bottles it up for good amount until later, it all crushes her completely and she’s unable to stand back.

Now, when there’s eerie quietness in the bus and the world infront of her fades behind in weird shapes and forms in her head because of the speed of vehicle – her mind thought it’d be best time to remorse over what happened to her and her eyes well up at that.

Harry plucks his headphones down upon hearing her soft sniffles and turns her towards him with her shoulder, “Y/N hey ....” His voice tender and dewy as he slides his palm under her jaw and cups her cheek to wipe out her tears with the mild stroke of his thumb.

His gentleness rakes out an agonising sob from inside her and she feels like her organs are clashing together.

“Shh. Bambi you’re okay now, ‘s alright you’re here with me -- shh, ‘m so sorry love —- but it’s over now, yeah? We're going home and I’ll make you chamomile tea, could ‘ve both snowy and trippers cuddle with you while I’ll get you all warm and nice inside this new fluffy blanket I just bought! – how does that sound?” He pets her hair. Brings her closer to his chest and she keeps her nose tucked against his clavicles to stop from crying and make a show.

When she nods, suckling a wet breath he swipes a loose errand of her hair behind, “Sounds good yeah?” She just hums snuggling into him.

Her arms slowly loops around his love-handles and he stows her head under his chin -- rubs her back in circles to soothe the stiff muscles, covers her ears with the headphones he was wearing before – plays acoustic version of Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and simpers when she hiccups his name, but doesn’t respond when he answers – his ears turns pink from fond and his belly overglows with butterflies as she babbles his name till she drops into peaceful sleep.

Y/N found herself in his bed with snowy and trippers ontop of her and Harry snoring on the couch – his gangly limbs not fitting at all.

She really wanted to call him and sleep on his bed, but she drowses back to slumber.

..

“Grumpy jerk and an actual ray of sunshine. Sorry, couldn’t process it – too much.” Rori teased Harry the last time they gathered and Y/N was there too! though the true statement was claimed after her departure.

Harry’s friends couldn’t believe that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a new cute friend, now after one year of their friendship it doesn’t feel like they’re neighbours anymore –-- it's just one big home with an alleyway in between.

“What're y'doin', moppet?” Harry chuckles picking up the half eaten packet of crisps, chewy sour candies, wrappers of oreos and the romcom CDs they were playing before.

Y/N's sprawled on her tummy. Feetsie in air and her chin secured in her palm as she looks like she’s seriously about to take an admission in med school –-- she’s concentrating real hard on the thick book under her, eyes fixated on the diagrams of teeth – it makes Harry laugh like a maniac.

“Aish. Your books, gives me an ache.” She massages her forehead, shakes her head as if she tasted something icky and pushes his book away. Harry laughs harder at her antics wrappers flying away from his grasp and he flops onto couch –-- thighs spreading wide and back sinking into the cushions.

“Where?” His lips rumbles as he tries to hold back another fits of laughter when she gets his dirty joke and pouts, lips fluttering into a smile until she bursts into giggles joining him.

“Nope. My cookie doesn’t throb like it used to sneaking on reproduction chapters in biology.” Harry roars out a cackle at that and Y/N grins fiddling with the frizz of her socks, “Heyyyy it’s not funny –- very much sad.”

He suckles a breath in, their grins achy and big, “Stuff your cookie with some jam ‘n you'll be alright.”

“You’re gross!” She fake gags. Hunches over to exaggerate the severity and scares the shit out of Harry when she gasps loudly slapping his knee, “Harry! Harry! Oh my gosh.....ahhhh!” She gallops like a bunny towards the window and gazes up at the sky with glinting eyes, “Harry look! It’s snowing.” He trots behind her with a roll of eyes knowing what’s about to come next.

When she turns around with sparkly grin, hands clasped atop her chest and tippy-toes to beg him, Harry shuts his lids, “No Muffy.” Y/N loves eating chocolate muffins –-- eating them whenever she could possibly ... and that’s how the pet name Harry decided to call her was muffy.

��Please, it would be so fun .. we could have hot chocolate afterwards.” She mumbles tugging at the hem of his chunky yarn sweater.

“Nothing’s fun about snow angles, Muffyyyy!!” He whines. Squinting down at her with one eye and finds her all slumpy, head falling downwards.

“Okie then. ‘m going to sleep.” She mutters in a meek voice pushing past him –-- but he wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back to himself, chuckling with wide eyes, “You’re very dramatic and annoyin’ y’know that?”

Instead, she grins bobbing her head shamelessly, pats his chest and dashes to wear his warm jacket, “Biscuits on you -- hot chocolate on me.” She tells him slipping into her shoes with the support of doorframe.

He comes closer to her and her heart thuds into her tiny ribs as he zips his jacket she’s wearing up till her neck and warns her while pulling out her hair, “If I get sick – ‘m gettin'y sick too.”

..

Harry’s waiting outside the candy shop Y/N just barged in moments ago. He refused to step inside – knowing she’ll use him as a taste tester and at the end of the day his tongue would have a mountain sugar atop his taste buds.

The spring breeze flowery and warm. He shakes his head, smiles softly watching her switch aisles and guffaws loudly catching attention of an old couple siting on the bench behind -- at her eagerness when she started chomping onto the long chewy candy right after getting it from the cashier.

“That’s g'na rot your teeth even before your forties.” He tells her taking the small bag from her and walks beside her, “Your kids are gonna hate you ...” She tells him –- stretching out the candy with her teeth.

“You sure, y'were allowed colas and candies in childhood?” He teases her prodding her side so she throws it at his chest making him laugh and he bends down to pick it up and dump it in bin.

“You’ve got a cute bum.” She whistles and Harry’s cheeks bashes with blush – turns around and wiggles herself, “How's mine?” She hums glancing back at him with cheeky grin.

“Ten by two, I guess?” He bites down a smirk when she spins to face him a bit gobsmacked, “Not even five?” She grumps chin doubling as she tries to see her bum herself.

“Six then?” He giggles enjoying how she’s getting riled up out of nowhere and she stomps away from him so he jogs to catch her, “Bambi. Was kiddin'.”

“You owe me two muffins with the amount of insults you’ve caused my poor bum.” He knuckles at her hair and she slaps him away like a feisty kitten, “I take it back –-- you’re really ten by two.”

“Oi!!!” Now, she’s running behind him. His curls blowing away and his coat ruffling with the zephyr, his head falling back with the belly-ache laughter that bounces against the bricked walls of shops.

..

It’s Friday night. Y/N is doing her laundry. Plucking out Harry’s socks from Trippers furry ear, her kitties sleeping in bassinet. Harry and Y/N have named them Tum, Tug and Truggers –-- she sits back on her heels upon hearing her door closing and hikes the small basket on her hip trudging outside —-- she didn’t had any clothes that could make her feel warm during these days – even her socks were all soggy -- so was Harry’s, now all she’s gonna do is make a blanket fort and hide in it for hours.

She knuckles at her eyes, blinking the tiredness away to see properly who’s standing in the middle of room, “Harry?” He's wearing a graduation gown and tips his hat with a sheepish smile then waves his degree infront of her, “Guess who's a proper dentist now!?” She’s frozen to her spot –- jaw slacked and eyes blown away in surprise.

“Your bad boi!” The basket falls from her hip onto the floor scaring Trippers and she whispers an, “Oh my goodness.” Before, stumbling towards him and crashes in his arms giving him a tight loving hug. He slinks his forearms around her and squishes his face into the crook of her neck, lips tickling her skin and if it was possible for him to freeze the time and cherish it for some more he'd.

“I’m so proud of you.” She mumbles into him with a grin. He feels so worthy and every hardship he faced now feels like nothing, this's how life supposed be throughout –- but best things always bores fruit for the right time.

“How about we celebrate? Just you and me.” Just you and me. It feels nice to just her and him. Makes her heart swoon. Makes her feel like skies outside are wet and pink, “Umm .. can we celebrate here? It’s okay .... “ She shifts on her feet and he furrows his brows in confusion, lips ticked up as if he’s scrutinizing her.

“You and not goin' nutters for an outing .. seems odd —-,” Then his eyes falls over the surrounding, a heating pad beside his feet – aloe fused socks hanging to get dry, a tray of chocolate muffins, kettle on the coffee table so he puts one and one together himself.

“Oh muffy —-... pizza and cuddles then?” If he wouldn’t be aware of how first few days of her period are hell for her then who would? He’s always making her pot meals and curry rice – feeds her and gets all strict when she refuses to eat anything. She looses her appetite and transforms into something ‘if zombie had a baby with vampire -- it sure looked like you’ he'd always scold her.

Even bribe her with candies. Once they were awfully painful and Y/N really didn’t want to be all dramatic not when their friends were having a good time, she doesn’t like to be a party pooper.

But, when a stinging cramp cut through her pelvis and thighs she was hunching forward with a jolt -- all teary eyes and wobbly lips. Harry left everything and rushed towards her, sitting on his knees on the floor and cupped her throat to make her look at him when she refused to, “Y/N ‘m serious -- you rather tell me what’s happening with ye’ or ‘m throwin' you at my shoulder and takin’ you hospital —... cause fuck look at you been like this since morning ....” He was rambling and Y/N felt like drilling a hole into floor and hide herself there forever.

She was mortified and embarrassed, a terrible combination.

She wasn’t able to tell him infront of all of their friends even though it’s something very normal, so everyone stared and nodded when they left they for Harry’s room.

“Bambi are you okay? I’m not even kidding something’s not —-..” She wipes her nose and tugs at his wrist trying to shush him, when he doesn’t pushes a fingers against his lips.

“Don’t worry. ‘m good --- just —-... umm I’m on my periods.” She rubs her one feet on another and his mouth fall into an ‘o' when realization hit him and his brows clinches together sternly.

He sighs running his fingers through his hair, something he does when frustrated and whumpy.

“Should’ve told me. We could have done this later ... do you want anything? I’ve got pain —--,” His words swells on his tongue when her head bumps against his chest and her hands locks around his neck, hugging him with all her gentle will because nobody has ever cared for her –-- him being so tentative to her makes her want to sob into his chest.

He warms her in all the right places.

..

“How’re you feeling on scale of one to ten?” He speaks while chewing onto the stuffed crust of pizza. They’re cosied up on the sofa while Mama Mia plays on the telly and she’s cuddled up into him, he's holding her heat pad with the grip of his forearm and she lifts her head mousey-ly from his bicep and whispers – “Eightish...? Now, you’re Dr.Styles.” He giggles at her and pushes her head back against him with his finger.

“What does my being dentist has a connection to your periods?” He dips the pads of his fingers into her pudgy love handles and squeezes them -- she giggles thinking about the joke she’s about to crack.

“You pull teeth, it’s blood and I pull out tampon so it’s —...” Harry chuckles gruntly at her and tickles her more, “Oh no. I know where it’s goin'....”

“You asked for it!” She pouts at him and he squishes her lips together as if she’s a duck toy.

Then they flump back into their cuddling position and Harry rubs her tummy in tender soothing circles, it helps her relax and his breath syncs with her and she really tries not to pay attention to her bratty screaming hormones heating her skin up – her thighs experiencing a quiver and she squeaks down a huffy whimper.

“You okay?” Harry asks. When she squirms against him and she gulps -- they don’t hide stuff from eachother so she tells him honestly, “You’re really turning me on.” Harry’s heart hiccups at that and his palms still over her thighs.

“Is that so?”

He pets her hair and tries to make her stand, “Just go to washroom and jizz one out.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t make fun....” He frowns and nods bringing his pinky to make the deal.

She clutches her sweater down to her knees, cheeks rosy and mutters out in one breath – “I’ve specific days for that....” Harry really tires to. He locks up his laughs in his lungs and it aches his chest, his cheeks balloons up but at last he rolls onto floor and guffaws into his elbow.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun!!!” She whines kicking his side lightly and he grabs her ankle, “This means all those times you’d be all locked up –- oh my god, you were playing with yourself.” She folds her arms. Her nostrils flares with irritation and she doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Pet, waiting so long .. it’s a torture to yourself.” He tells her genuinely sitting up with crossed legs and she mumbles knuckling at her eyes, “just some reasons ... horny is bad.” Now, Harry feels kind of terrible pushy person and he really wants to help her out but he’s walking on egg shells here. So, he stops asking anything.

“Rori's girlfriend is a sex therapist —-“ She becomes all fidgety at that and Harry takes in her nervousness, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He exclaims waving his hands and she gulps giving him a small nod.

“Night time fo' some grumpy muffy!” He coos, brings the blanket to her chin and his pupils dilate adorningly when she asks him, “Could I snuggle you?”

“Ofcourse.” He pecks her temple and tells her to budge over before sandwiching her between him and the sofa.

That whole night all his mind could think was why horny is bad for her?

..

Y/N was feeling overly warm and heated, a tad achy between her thighs. She vigorously tries to focus on something else but her chest is heaving at this point, even opens the windows and let the cool air hit her but no use –- so she does what have to be done in order to get rid of the throb.

She cosies herself on the bed, switches onto hentai and throws her legs in air to shimmy her sheer white panty down.

“Oh ...” Whimpers teeny-ly when her fingers brushing up her soaking pussyfolds provides her a bit relief – her soft hands wanders beneath her flimsy shirt and touches her skin in the most arousing way possible –-- tweaks her nipples and jerks up, oozing more wetness.

“Ah! Fuck.” She moans easing in two fingers at once and cramps down at them watching the hentai porn –- but it’s not enough, she’s been pushing her fingers in and out for ten minutes now—she’s unable to get to climax.

So she groans sits up and switches to domineering audios, listens to it while fingering herself hard and she has no idea from where her mind gathered these images from -- but -- soon she’s thinking about Harry’s husky rasp, his sea-foam beautiful eyes and those rosy knuckles ring clad hands —-- imagining him holding her down into mattress and pounding into her at a brutal pace, making her sit on his cock and not letting her move –-- his fingers down her petty throat —-- him spanking her ass if she let’s out any voice out and he'd roar at her beg as she'd be lurking at her tenth orgasm –---- every plausible dirty stuff with him.

She was so engulfed into making herself feel good, lost in her own headspace and imaginations that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching and it’s like she manifested him as he stands at the door-frame with blown away pupils –-- guppy mouth and she’s squealing feeling dizzy upon sitting up this quick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck —-... sorry sorry ... “ He covers his eyes and turns to walk away but bumps his head with a thud into doorframe.

She gasps, knees up and almost shouts, “No!” making him halt mid-track and she’s on the verge of tears, red face and shaky fingers.

“Please ....”

“Stay.”

Harry’s eyes turns soft at that and he walks towards bed, licks his lips wet and brushes the loose tress of her hair away.

“You want me to stay, muffy?” He asks to make sure – she isn’t in haze and all fog minded.

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

[mywritingonlyfans]

One Shot with Ethan Torchio // It's a bit Fluffly, Smut and Angsty

prompt: in which, ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex(?) with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him i'm telling you this but isn't a hardcore smut

warnings: it's smut. a fluffly kinda sexy(?)maybe it's just sexy bc it's ethan smut ig fem!reader

(he is so hot. i'm crying all my tears, and that's fucking pathetic.)

Your head hurt, you knew your face was probably red due to your desire to go home and cry, but yet, your friends convinced you to go out for a drink. According to them nothing was too bad that a beer couldn’t improve, you doubted it.

Somehow, you found yourself happy to have accepted.

You didn’t know Ethan was back in town, you briefly wondered why you didn’t know, since he always contacted you when he was near (or at least that was what it seemed to be). Still, you were glad to see him. He was always able to make things better, even if only for a short period of time; which in your case was very short one as he wasn’t yours to have.

Ethan complemented your friends, they were all too familiar to him. He hugged you, giving a small kiss to your head while sitting next to you. Suddenly, you felt like a stronger drink would do you good.

It wasn’t hard to tell what was going to happen in the next few hours, after a couple of years going through that, you knew the time you spent together would always be the same. You guessed that you were able to put his head in place, just as he did with yours; and that's why he always came back to you. You'd never be able to tell if it was luck or mischance.

“Was it too hard to find me?” You asked him.

By now, your friends had moved to another corner. “I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m glad you did.” You offered him a weak smile. He did the same.

He looked tired, yet deadly cute.

He shuffled his chair closer to yours, letting his leg touch your bare knee. “Not really, Victoria said she called you in the morning, then told me that you intended to visit here for the night,” he mumbled, signaling to the bartender that he needed a beer, and so did you.

“She’s a gossip,” you wrinkled your nose, causing him to provide offer you a nasal laugh that you had learned to find lovely over the years. “But what has been happenin’ in your life lately? You’re good?” You tried to sound casual, but deep down you knew he wasn’t there entirely for you. Something was bothering him, he was looking for someone to rest on.

“Pretty much the same,” he sighed heavily. He wasn’t tired just physically. “We finished the last album, I feel exhausted.”

He looked at you like a lost puppy, watching your face, analyzing if you were in the mood to listen to him, or even if you were okay with having him around. After all, he came to you out of nowhere.

He’d never make you uncomfortable around him, maybe he hadn't noticed that yet. “C’mon, let it all out. I haven’t seen you for too many months for you to deprive me of the details.”

“If I tell you,” he pondered, “ you’ll tell me why you have a runny nose to match your watery eyes?” He poked your cheek, dragging his fingers so he could put some strands of hair back in place.

His seat was now so close to you that you'd be able to rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted to without creating any bodily discomfort.

“I guess life just hasn’t been all that gentle with me lately.” You giggled at him. “I lost my job last week, the same life shit is goin’ on as usual, and when I finally managed to move to a decent place, I’ll now be actually going back to sharin' apartment with strangers, because, y’know, I can’t afford bein’ in there anymore.”

Ethan was quiet for a while, you needed him more than he needed you. Listening to you made him realize how his worries were nothing at all. He knew that you didn't mind sharing an apartment with someone, but the loss of perspective was always tough.

Without further thinking, he pulled you to himself, fluffing your hair and holding you tight in his grip. You didn’t cry, yet it was possible to read your emotions. It was little, but Ethan knew you.

You took your head off his chest while he still had his arm around your waist. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your laced fingers, feeling it slow down. “I guess it’s all happenin’ at the same time, I’m just not sure how to handle it at the moment,” he held your face in his hand, his mouth close to yours as he ran his fingertips over your chin, until his lips were on you.

He was soft and wet, he had the same taste you still had etched in your mind, at that moment it seemed to be all you needed. He let go slowly, distributing pecks on the corners of your mouth, letting his forehead rest against yours.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes and you could bet that anyone who passed by could see how much of a fool you were for him. You tried not to think about it too much, it was better to have little of him than to have nothing. “Ethan?”

“Huh?” He murmured with his eyes closed, giving your lips a tickling sensation.

“Kiss me more,” and then he did. Ethan was holding you in place while your hands intertwined around his neck. You played with the chain of his necklace, savoring the touch of his tongue on yours, focusing only on him while pulling at his hair to hear his soft moans.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to come get your attention. You laughed nervously against him, you were embarrassed because you didn’t even remember where you were, still Ethan seemed untouchable about it. He wasn’t one to be embarrassed over small things like that, at least not with you. The bartender was quite irritated with the two of you and just now you noticed that your drinks had arrived and hadn’t even been touched; he was rightly pissed.

Ethan stood up, lifting you up with him. You looked in your pockets for your money, but then Ethan said it was okay and that he’d pay. You would argue, yet any money left over would be welcome. You held both beers in hand as he paid, thanking the old lady for the service, still feeling your skin burning with embarrassment, and then headed outside to wait for Ethan.

“Are you drivin’?” He asked, laughing at your state of awkwardness.

You bumped into his shoulder slightly, laughing along with him. “I am not, I’m living nearby,” you whispered as he put his hand inside your skirt pocket, bringing you to his side for a walk. “In the apartment that soon won’t be mine… how ‘bout you?”

“Not drivin’, I thought about staying somewhere to spend the night.”

He was close to home, but not that close, it would take about 3 hours to get to where he lives; it seemed plausible that he wanted to stay. “Are you only here because of me?” You risked asking.

“Yeah,” he took his hand out of your pocket and ran it through his hair. “I didn’t think it‘d be a bad idea.”

There was a silence, but it was far from being uncomfortable. “You know you can stay with me.”

——————-

Considering that you were in the process of moving to another place your house was a bit of a mess. Ethan wouldn’t be bothered by that, somehow your instinct of wanting things always in place - aka Monica from Friends - made you wander around the space in an attempt to make Ethan at home.

“What ‘bout the new album?” You asked, dragging one of the boxes away from him. It wouldn’t even bother anyone, but the thought that it would be in the middle of the room while someone was at your house bothered you.

“I don’t really know, I feel anxious about releasin’ it. It’s not that I don’t want to release it or am afraid of doing so, far from that, it's just, I don’t know… ” His voice fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

You turned to him, wanting to ask him what he had said, after all, that didn’t sound like Ethan, you felt as his hands touched your hips, pulling you on his lap. “Y'know I don’t care about your mess, right? Just, please, stop walkin’ 'round the house dragging boxes.” He said with his face close to your neck, hugging you from behind. His warm breath was in contact with your soft skin, providing heat to your body. Well, there was a minimal percentage chance that you were trying to make the place look good for Ethan, just because he made you a little nervous.

“Okay, fine. I’m fine,” you exhaled, turning to face him. He was smiling with his eyes almost closing; he still looked tired, but at least you were improving his mood. “You know you’re good at what you do, Ethan. You shouldn’t worry 'bout those things.” You held on to his shoulders, breaking something that could turn out to be a pity silence.

He squeezed your thigh at the same time as he laughed humorlessly at your words. “I know that. I guess that this is the short time they gave us to finish the album – it was drivin’ me crazy. The album isn’t bad, not at all, it’s honestly very good. Dami did a incredible job, still if it weren’t for the time it could have been even better. That’s crazy how I’m still letting myself get stressed over this, don’t you think?” He vented, moving his hands up your skirt.

“I know it’ll be good, I can’t think of anything you did that ended up bad!” You ran your fingers over his covered shoulders, down to his chest, going to the first open button of his t-shirt. “But if it’s just stress I can help you.”

He lubed his lips, nodding assiduously, putting you properly on top of him. That way, you were stuck to his body, feeling the rough of his jeans along with the zipper against your underwear. You gulped as he held your face, sealing your lips with his. You were relieved he always guided you through that; the leading up part was way better when it came from him.

You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in middle of sloppy kisses and grips. Running your hand over his belly, tracing your fingers to the back of his neck while moving your hips lightly. You lugged on his hair, pulling him away to catch your breath. You opened your eyes to find Ethan with a deep pink mouth and brown eyes more intense than normal, at that moment you could have sworn that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You spread his shirt to the sides, sensing your body getting hotter, when Ethan smirked at your rush, managing to hold both of your hands behind you; stopping you in place.

“No need to rush, we have plenty of time,” he clenched you in his hands. You arched your back, breathing heavily at each touch of his fingers on your wrists.

He ran his nose over your neck, placing kisses and bites on the way to your collarbone, leaving wet tracks that would later turn into dark marks.

Your legs ached from that position, the couch wasn’t the best, but feeling Ethan getting hard under you as you writhed yourself against him, made you want to stay there for as long as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that at the beginning of the day you were sure that the rest of it would be a pure disaster, and now being spoiled by Ethan’s lips your worries seemed to fade away.

Temporary as that would be, you were determined to give him your all, making his and yours next hours one of the best escapes from both of you. Unnecessary to say that you were lost in your own mind by now, craving for having his strands in-between your fingers, wanting him tugged into you furiously, causing you to ache. Your mouth was ajar, your vision was just white dots as he played with your sensitive skin, driving you insane. Ethan paralyzed when his grip became too strong around your fists and you got louder than usual.

“D’you like that?” He did it again, but this time pushing your body backward. He kept his devilish grin on his face, watching you from top to bottom. You bit your lips, containing your noises to yourself. Such an angel in his eyes. “Up, babe. I need to see something.” He didn’t let you answer, not as if he needed to. You stood up in front of him, legs shaking with your head definitely not in the right place. “Undress.” He rested his elbows on his knees.

His face was serious, and you didn’t see any problem in obeying his voice, but perhaps, due to the lack of his body being glued to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you what to do,” He caught you by the hem of your underwear, helping to take it off while you got rid of your blouse. “Especially, when I just got you off my lap, almost unconscious 'cause of some kisses to your soft neck, pet.” He added, drawing circles on the inside of your thigh, smoothly going up to your center.

You felt your breath come to a halt. “You’re just too bossy.” You teased, confirming that your breathing was faulty.

He patted his nose over the damp stain of the fabric, placing a kiss there. “And you love it.” He pecked you a few more times, teasing you by running his fingers on the edges as putting the cloth to the side; never touching you where you needed him.

Almost involuntarily you took hold of his hair, bringing him closer to your core. And then, you understood his previous question, it wasn’t just about not being able to touch him, but also about the power he was having over you.

He cut his actions short and got up, hovering over you. “Tonight, you won’t be allowed to touch me, all right?!” He whispered, tossing your hair behind your ear.

That’d be comical in any other situation, yet with his body and eyes fixed on your frame you felt in his domain.

You nodded, diving into the way he pulled at the hair on the nape of your neck firmly so that you were looking at him. “Go on, babe,” He insisted on having the words he wanted.

“Yes, it’s all right, Ethan,” it was far from all right, you couldn’t do that. How could you go without touching, making a mess of his hair or marking your nails on his back?

“That’s my girl,” he praised you in between sighs.

He was excited while your face was overflowing with nervousness; not out of fear, but out of curiosity. He finished removing his shirt and indicated with his fingers for you to lie down on the couch.

You shut your eyes tight, with his voice echoing 'my girl’ in your mind, Ethan was lugging your wrists above your head as you did what he told you to do. He tied them with his shirt. “Is this hurtin’ you? Are you comfortable?” He tightened it in a knot.

Your head and elbows were on the arm of the couch, only your hands were unsupported. Although you weren’t uncomfortable, it was to be expected that pain would appear the next day; it’d be worth it. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” You assured him as he knelt beside the couch, running his hands down your torso, making you squirm.

He went down to the hem of your underwear, taking it off with the help of your legs kicking the lace away. “Good then,” he warbled, pattering lines on your pubic hair. “Needy and in your proper place.”

“Bastard,” you swore through clenched teeth.

He grinned, admiring how your breast rose and fell in a quick but punctual rhythm while your hips fidgeted at his touch. You looked like a piece of art he had just created, swollen lips, filled in lovely marks on the collarbone. He found himself in need to concentrate on his breathing while watching you, to control his pulse as he reached his fingertips to your pussy.

“Ethan” you breathed out, forcing your fists. “Go on, please,”

With that, he held your hands, forcing them down and slid a finger inside you. Your lips opened in a sigh and he took the opportunity to kiss you, running his tongue over your bottom lip and nipping it to his mouth, keeping things on a slow pace.

You wanted to hold his hand, make him go faster or be able to pull the locks of his hair until he understood how much you wanted him, but you had no way of doing that, and you knew he was just doing that to provoke you.

His lips traveled over your neck again, this time giving light kisses, blowing air on the soft fresh he had left in there.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said without even opening his eyes, delighting in your skin as he sped up, now rubbing his thumb gently over your bud.

You whispered something almost inaudible that Ethan recognized as his name. He raised his head, coming face a face to you. “Right there, huh?” He asked, focusing on the spot that was blurring your vision.

You groaned. The satisfying delight running through your veins. You closed your legs, wishing you could hold on to his body, but all he did was laugh, shoving his fingers leisurely into you.

“No, no Ethan,” you looked at him properly, thinking that if you hadn’t been with your wrists tied you’d have slapped his chest.

He wiped his hand on your thigh, and stood up slipping his jeans down his legs along with his underwear. You sighed at him, stretching your arms, staring at the ceiling to disguise yourself. Not that it was necessary, Ethan was already too much of a show-off when it came to you for your liking.

“You good? How’s your arms?” He doubted, getting on top of you.

He had his hair damp, falling over the spots on his forehead. Some of his locks was glued to his chest and his golden pendant dangled in front of your eyes. For a split second, you though about saying that you missed him, but you were wise enough to know better than doing such a thing.

“If I say that I’m not good. Are you goin’ to untie me?”

He pressed his chest to yours, your body sticking to his since you were both sweaty.

“Not even a chance,” He stroked your neck with his thumb, up and down, with a silly look on his face.

You grunted as soon as you felt how solid hard he was against your thigh, he aligned himself in-between your knees, holding on to your shoulders, and without hesitation he filled you up. Your body tingled and your voice failed, causing a silent moan to slip from your lips. His head fell over the crook of your neck and you could feel how dysrhythmic his breathing was. His warm body along with his breath hitting on your neck added a pleasant feeling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy under him.

“Move Ethan,” you tried to sound understandable, embracing his waist with your legs.

He thrusted deeply in you, leaving a breathed sigh of relief in your ears. You stretched out your arms, tightening your thighs around him. He held the shirt in your hands, preventing it from coming loose.

“No, I wanna touch you,” you whined.

“You will, just be patient, babe,” he squeezed your wrists in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way his body was over yours, every movement and every delicate touch.

He went slowly at first, making sure you were taking all of him before going faster. Once he felt your walls clenching around him, he murmured a breathless 'fuck’, letting go of your hands so that you could finally feel him. You dug your nails into his back, kneading your body against his at the same time as he hugged you.

As you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you, with an intense gaze, building you up to feel sexy and wanted.

Both of you were a mess; sweaty and sticky. You felt a tingling ecstasy take all over your body, your toes twitching as you emptied yourself into him. He kept working on you until his body collapsed into yours, filling you up to perfection.

The last thing you remembered was having your fingers entwined in his hair, patting at it slightly as he whispered sweet nothing against your skin; just like a lullaby.

———–-------

You woke up to the noise of the television, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness of the daylight. Failing to stretch, you felt how sore your body was.

Your eyes searched for Ethan, finding him sitting opposite to you with a lazy smile and a cup of tea in hands, his attention was all on you. Friends was playing on the television, but you doubted he was really watching it.

“Good mornin’ babe,” his husky voice echoed through the room. It was the best thing to hear in the morning. “How’s it? Hurtin’?” He asked when you started examining your marked wrists.

He was fully dressed and although you weren’t, he had managed to get a sheet to cover you.

“Good mornin’. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you mumbled, scratching your eyes, curling up on the sheet. “How long will you be stayin’ in town?”

“Not long,” he paused thoughtfully. You already expected that he wouldn’t be with you for long, still sometimes you liked to think that it’d last longer than just a few days before he disappeared to another continent. “I need to go home in a few minutes, I’m going to take a flight at night to adjust the final details of the album.”

“Sounds nice,” you wanted to have the courage to tell him how he made things in your life look just right, as if he were some kind of piece missing from your puzzle. “I can’t wait to hear it, hear what your great fingers are capable of.” You ignored your thoughts. He laughed.

However, you truly believed that not saying anything was a wise move.

He lifted a cup from one of the boxes next to him, holding it out to you. “I made one for you too, I hope you don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved the way he made himself at home so quickly. The home that soon wouldn’t be yours anymore. You wished Ethan could remedy your worries for more than just one night.

“Thank you,” you took the still warm drink in your hands, looking at him as if he were part of your decor. “You can smoke in here, I don’t mind that either,” you spoke up. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d have gone without lighting a cigarette all morning.

“The place is all clean, and smells nice. I bet you never lit one yourself, I wouldn’t do that.” He was right.

“Well, y'know that I don’t care about the smell, I just don’t see the need to leave the house impregnated with it.” You explained, remembering that Ethan’s house was a perfect description of that smell, yet you loved his place.

“I know this is going to sound strange,” he started. “But if you can’t find a place in time to live in… you can stay at mine, I mean, you know I am never home and as I’ll be travelin’ you could make yourself at home.”

He said it casually, and you knew he wasn’t lying, if you wanted to he wouldn't even think twice about letting you stay at his.

“No need, I’ll be fine. I do appreciate it though.” you took a sip of your now cold drink.

He bobbed, checking what you thought could be the time on his phone.

“You have to go, I guess?” You asked, your soft voice revealing you didn’t want that.

“I need to,” he gave you a small smile, getting up. “It’s gettin’ a bit late for me.”

“I see,” you went to him, adjusting the sheet on your body, feeling ridiculous for still being undressed. “I guess I’ll see you, right?” You added it while he picked up your stuff on the couch; keys, wallet and the pack of cigarettes. There was no answer for your question.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, heading to the door. “You could come and visit, spend a few days with us. It’d be nice.”

“On tour? Like a groupie?” You wrinkled your nose. His arms wrapping around you. You’d miss it.

He squeezed you into his chest, his tiny beard tickling your cheek. “You know you are much more than just a groupie for me, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer that. He pulled away and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.

“See ya Y/N,” instead, he kissed the top of your head. “Think about it, both about comin’ to visit and also about needing a place to stay for a while.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you Ethan,” you watched him, from his rumpled shirt to dark circles under his eyes. He’d always have a special space in your heart. “I guess I’ll see ya then.”

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[badassbuchanan]

Take A Break

Plot: all work and no play makes Y/N a whiny little brat

Warnings: smut; teasing, dirty talk, dom!sub, choking, shaming, unprotected sex, rough.

a/n: I'm not happy about the ending, but I couldn’t think of a better one

also, thank you to everyone who has followed me over the last couple of days - I hope you enjoy this! REQUESTS ARE OPEN

“Buck.” I called out across the empty level of the compound, absentmindedly tiptoeing across the floor.

Bucky had been busier than usual recently with Steve’s decision to give the former Hydra assassin an increasing load of responsibility. “If something happens to me, Buck, I need you to take over. There’s no one I trust more.” Is what Steve had told Bucky on multiple occasions.

Bucky was taking his new position very seriously, which recently meant spending most of his time in his study. It was a no go zone for me. Somewhere Bucky liked to be alone, to focus on his work.

But this evening was the last straw, he’d been in there hours and I wanted nothing more than to be with him. To have his attention. All of it.

The door was already open when I got there, Bucky’s large frame shadowed the desk where his palms firmly pressed into the surface.

“There you are.” I smiled excitedly, swiftly walking over to where he stood. My, well actually Bucky’s, t-shirt I wore tickled the top of my thighs, barely covering my panties.

“Hey.” He huffed with a frown, standing straight to press his hands into his hips. His eyes stayed focused on the computer screen as I skipped over to him.

As soon as I reached him, I hugged both of my arms around his flesh one, looking up at him sweetly. “Hi.” I whispered with admiration, taking in his gorgeous profile.

He sighed, his metal hand running through his hair. “This team planning is endless.” He tutted, scrolling down the computer screen.

“Then take a break.” I replied matter-of-factly with a shrug. I was trying not to sound too eager, even if I was literally hanging off of his arm.

Bucky scoffed with a roll of his dreamy eyes, collapsing back into the big desk chair, pulling me with him.

I landed on his lap, adjusting myself to sit sideways, my legs splayed out across his as I giggled.

“You think Old Man Rogers believes in breaks?” He raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face as he shook his head, his hand finding its way under my shirt to rub the bottom of my back. His face was so close to mine I could feel my body heat up at his presence.

“But I haven’t seen you in forever, Buck.” I whined softly, resting my face in the crook of his neck. I breathed in his intoxicating scent, his soft skin pressing against mine.

My hand pushed under the loose t-shirt he wore, immediately coming into contact with his rock hard abs. I felt myself get wetter at the feeling, becoming needier by the second.

“What are you talking about? You see me everyday.” Bucky dismissed my comment, his gaze falling back on the screen in front of him as he went back to his work.

“But sometimes I need more than to see you.” I mumbled shyly into his neck, my fingers tracing delicate patterns on his stomach.

“Oh.” He faked a shock of realisation, raising his eyebrows with a light chuckle. His metal hand stopped scrolling on the computer and wrapped itself around my waist, adjusting my body to force me to straddle him. “Why don’t you tell me what this is really about, or sit quietly so I can get on with my work, Princess.”

I huffed quietly, trying not to upset him further as I relaxed against his chest. My body rose and fell with every one of his breaths. The soft touches on my back were nice, but it wasn’t enough.

At a desperate attempt for more intimacy, I began shuffling on his lap, immediately flustered as I realised his thick cock was sitting perfectly between my thighs.

I let my lips leave soft kisses on his jaw as I began slowly grinding myself on his lap. Bucky didn’t seem too phased by my actions, the only indication that he could feel my movement was the hardening of his member.

I smiled proudly, continuing to kiss his neck as I rubbed my pussy against his thick length. Bucky continued his work, the wet spot on my panties increasing rapidly.

My nipples hardened beneath the thin t-shirt, rubbing against his chest with every rock of my hips. My movements were no longer subtle, I was shamelessly grinding on his fat cock like a little slut.

His cock nudged through my folds as nicely as it could considering the confined material we still wore. I felt his length twitch against me, letting my imagination wander to his big red tip fucking its way into my tight hole.

It was only when my cheeks were flustered with a tint of pink and my underwear stuck to my soft pussy lips from my leaking juices that I stopped rocking onto him, the sensation of his tip nudging my throbbing clit no longer enough to satisfy.

“Bucky.” I whined softly, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, my head falling against his chest.

“I’m busy.” He reminded me sweetly, his thumb dropping to rub gentle circles on my exposed thigh from where the t-shirt had ridden up.

“But I want you.” I pouted against his skin, kissing a line up his neck gently. He’d finally got me desperate enough, fucked out enough, to say it.

“I said I’m busy.” His voice grew stern, his whole body stiffening beneath me as his patience wore thin.

He wasn’t doing this because he didn’t want to fuck. Oh no, I could feel his hard on pressed firmly against my sensitive cunt. He wanted this just as much as I did. Bucky was doing this because he loves to see me beg. He loves to see me so desperate for him that I’ll do anything to get his attention.

“Please.” I breathed out shakily, my poor pussy dripping with need. I rolled my hips down onto his again, his hard cock pressed against my core with such force it caused me to moan. “You want it just as bad as I do. I can feel how hard you are.”

“Because you’re grinding on my cock like a desperate puppy.” He snapped back with slight annoyance from my tenacity as he gave me as little attention as possible.

I let out a whine as my head fell into his neck again, my lips leaving soft pecks against his delicate skin. “Please Buck.” I whimpered softly, my skin grazing his sweet spot as my body became weak with frustration.

“Whining isn’t going to make me any quicker, doll.” He tormented me with his words, his dominance only making me want him more. I wanted him to show me who was boss. To pin me down and fuck the attitude out of me.

“I need you.” I cried desperately, my palm rubbing along the bottom of his tummy as I rocked my hips again for any type of friction. “My pussy hurts so bad, Buck.”

“I know Sweetie, but you’re being impatient.” His words were understanding, yet so patronising at the same time. My juices had flooded my panties, dry humping his crotch no longer satisfying the ache. I needed to feel his big cock deep inside of me.

His hands held me still on his lap, causing me to bite down on his jaw in annoyance. “No.” I pouted childishly, unhappy with his actions - or lack there of.

“Hey, stop.” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave, the room falling silent as he grew serious. “Look at me.”

“Buck.” I whined his name with a pout, shy to lean back and look at him as my eyes fell to his lap.

His gaze trailed up and down my body, his metal hand lifting to my cheek to make me look at him.

“You need my cock that bad, baby?” He asked sweetly, his ego growing almost as big as his cock.

Even the thought of getting his thick, hard cock in me made my pussy tingle. I nodded softly, my hand tugging his shirt up enough to expose his abs.

Bucky watched closely, leaning back in the chair as I traced the pads of my fingers over his stomach admiringly, my breath shaky with anticipation.

“How ‘bout a kiss?” He asked softly, my eyes lighting up at the mere thought of such attention. Before Bucky could change his mind, I leaned up and pressed my lips against his.

I immediately whimpered, repeating the action. Bucky smiled against me, letting me peck his lips over and over without kissing me back.

“More.” I mumbled between kisses, my palm still flat against his exposed, warm tummy. I reached up to hold his shoulder with my free hand, balancing on top of him for a better angle.

He finally moved his lips against mine, his hands firmly on my hips as I relaxed into the kiss. Bucky’s cock was straining against the material of his pants, although he seemed unphased by his throbbing member.

I moaned loudly when his tongue flicked against my lip, parting them to allow him access.

But much to my disappointment, Bucky took his lips away from mine, tutting as he did so. “Such a greedy girl for me.” He growled through gritted teeth, cupping my face with his prosthetic palm as his thumb pressed against my lips.

I whimpered with a slight desperation, willing to do anything to get his cock. My mouth opened for Bucky who immediately took the hint, pushing his metal thumb into my mouth.

I hummed around the cold metal, my saliva soaking the digit as I made eye contact with him. Bucky’s pupils were blown out, his eyebrows formed a frown as he pressed his lips together tightly, using all of his willpower not to give in to my begging.

He watched as I swirled my tongue around his thumb, closing my eyes as I took him deeper. I let my hand slide down from his tummy to the waistband of his pants, trying not to smile deviously as I snuck beneath the material, my fingers tracing over his heavy cock.

Bucky reacted just as quickly, his thumb covered in my saliva left my mouth to rip my hand away from his member. “I said a kiss Doll, nothing more.” He growled animalistically, his metal hand squeezing my wrist so tight I thought it was going to break.

“Bucky, no.” I cried weakly, my head throwing back in defeat. I couldn’t take much more of his teasing, especially after feeling his throbbing member in my touch. I needed him inside me.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, on the brink of crying out of frustration. But Bucky wasn’t cracking, pulling my chest against his as he made me snuggle up against him.

I sighed softly as my eyes closed, the tapping of the computer keys let me know that he had well and truly gone back to his work. He used his metal arm to contain me now, knowing his flesh hand wasn’t going to cut it today, I was in a defiant mood.

“Doll if you’re that desperate why don’t you go get yourself off, hm?” He asked after a while of silence. I rolled my eyes, shuffling slightly to let my head rest against his shoulder comfortably.

“It’s not enough,” I huffed sassily, a pout clear on my face. “Your cock’s so big and hard.”

“Fine, you little brat.” He sighed in defeat, standing up with me still clinging to his body. He stepped forward, letting my ass rest on the desk as he angrily shoved a pile of paperwork onto the floor to give us more room. “You better be able to take all of me.”

I nodded eagerly in response, my legs widening for him instinctively as I leaned back on my palms. I watched Bucky’s eyes travel over my body, his flesh hand running over the bare skin of my thigh.

“You’ve made quite the mess of those pretty little panties, baby.” Bucky licked his lips with a smirk, his hand pushing the T-shirt up my body to completely expose my lower half to him. His fingers rubbed over the wet patch of my panties, the outline of my pussy lips evident.

“I told you I needed you.” I pouted in response, bucking my hips up at the feeling of his fingers on my core. He hooked the material of my panties with his finger, taking his time to slowly pull them down my legs.

I kicked them off the rest of the way once they’d gotten to my knees, my bare pussy glistening in the low glow of the office lights.

“Your juicy little pussy is just begging to be fucked, Princess.” Bucky grunted, his fingers pushing into my folds teasingly as my thighs tensed, heels of my feet digging into the desk.

His hands moved to slide up and down my thighs, his head coming down toward my centre. “I could just eat you up.” He mumbled just before his lips came into contact with my pussy.

I gasped loudly, my upper body falling back against the desk as his tongue licked a strip up my lower lips. “Bucky no,” I let out a defeated whine as my back arched off of the desk, my hand tugging his hair. “I want your cock not your tongue.”

Bucky growled deeply, his metal hand quickly moving to hold my throat down, keeping me against the desk as he hovered above me. “So fucking ungrateful today, baby.” He mumbled, his fingers squeezing harder around my throat.

My body began tingling at the pleasure coursing through my veins, his dominance and the attention I was getting gave me an enormous high.

I suddenly felt Bucky’s tip against my tight hole, my juices already drenching his cock. I gasped loudly at the feeling of finally getting what I wanted, Bucky’s breath hot in my ear as he tried to control himself.

“Such a selfish little brat.” He grunted, stretching my hole as he pushed his length inside me. I moaned at the familiar dull ache of my pussy trying to accommodate his size.

My hands dug into the muscles of his back, trying to distract myself from the pain. Bucky’s cock felt so good, it was just that getting my pussy to take him comfortably took some time.

“Don’t even care that I’ve got work to do,” Bucky turned his head toward me, kissing my lips softly as he shoved his whole length in me. “Just want to get your own way.”

Bucky started thrusting in and out of me, my body having no choice but to take his size. His metal hand stayed around my throat, his flesh one pulling my ass to the edge of the desk, impaling me on his cock.

“Oh, Bucky.” I whimpered, closing my eyes in pure extacy. My hand moved to grab his flesh bicep, trying desperately to steady myself as he made my body jolt with every thrust.

He smiled in amusement, his metal thumb rubbing my neck soothingly as he fucked me. Sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room along with my little whimpers.

“This what you wanted baby?” He chuckled proudly before biting his lower lip. Bucky lowered his upper body, almost pressing against mine as his hot breath tickled my cheek. “Tell me.”

“Y-“ I panted out breathlessly, my thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He was fucking into my cervix from this new angle, the pleasure too much for me to handle.

Bucky kept up his pace, little grunts leaving his lips as he dug his metal fingers into my throat. I could hear the whirring of his arm, his body moving with every thrust.

“I said tell me.” He moaned as my pussy clenched around him, my walls hugging his cock. His balls slapped against my ass, soaked in my wetness that was dripping onto the table.

I could hardly breathe from all the pleasure, Bucky’s chest pressing on mine didn’t make it any easier. My tits bounced beneath my shirt, rubbing against his chest. I tried to answer him, but my head was spinning so much I couldn’t think straight.

”Oh,” Bucky chuckled against my lips, his gorgeous eyes gazing down at me as I looked up at him. “Look at you baby.” He grunted, angling his hips to fuck me into the desk. “So fucked out you can’t even speak.”

“Buck.” I tugged on his hair, pulling his face down onto mine. I kissed him softly, Bucky’s hips stuttering as I sucked on his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked in a patronising voice, licking over my top lip before I bit down on his. “Did I fuck you silly, hm?”

I felt my pussy begin to pulsate as I looked up at him, his handsome face edging me to my climax. His pupils were blown out, his lips swollen and glossy.

Bucky knew I was close, slowing down his pace as he fucked deep into me. “Look at my dumb little Princess.” He teased, his flesh hand moving off of my hip to grab my thigh.

He cupped the underside of me knee, lifting my leg as high as it would go to rub his cock a different way. “So desperate to cum you can’t even form a sentence huh?”

My eyes closed again as a familiar pressure started to build in my lower tummy, signalling I was about to orgasm. I moaned out Bucky’s name, begging him to go faster.

“Is my stupid baby gunna take my cum like a good girl?” Bucky asked as his hand moved more toward my jaw than my throat, cupping my cheek to make me look at him.

I nodded innoncently, turning my head to the side and opening my mouth to suck on his metal thumb again. The taste of his bionic digit was something that never failed to turn me on.

I cried out in pleasure as a tingling sensation took over my pussy, the throbbing of my clit made me clench around his length. I sucked harder on his thumb as Bucky pushed his digit further into my mouth, saliva dripping down my cheek. “C’mon baby, cum on my cock.”

I gripped his metal forearm, unable to stop my hips from bucking up to meet his thrusts. The rough stubble on his lower belly rubbed against my clit, sending me over the edge.

“Fuck.” I moaned loudly as my back arched from the desk, both of Bucky’s hands moving down to my hips as he stood back up straight.

I desperately tried to cling to something as I rode out my high, my hands gripping at the edge of the desk behind my need. “That’s it, good girl.” He encouraged me in a grunt, his jaw clenching as he chased his own high.

My pussy pulsated around his cock erratically, causing his member to twitch inside of me. I came down from my high, my sensitive body jolting with his continuous hard thrusts.

I looked down at where our bodies connected, his thick cock disappearing inside of me. A sudden surge of adrenaline had me sitting up to get a better look, my arm wrapping around his neck as our chests pressed together.

Bucky’s eyes were screwed shut, his lips pressed together as he fucked himself into me hard. “I love the way you fuck me, Buck.” I whimpered softly as I pulled his head down, our lips colliding in a slow kiss.

“Yeah?” He asked sarcastically with a raise of his eyebrows, suddenly pulling his cock completely out of me.

Before I could protest, Bucky pulled me from the desk, making me stand in front of him. He spun me around, my back pressed against his chest. I could feel his hot cock against my ass.

“I’m gunna cum deep in this desperate little pussy.” He moaned into my ear, his stubble scratching my neck as his flesh hand rubbed over my ass.

“That’s what my greedy little cockslut wants, isn’t it baby?” Bucky continued, his metal hand lining his cock back up with my dripping core. “To have my cum deep inside of her.”

His flesh hand moved up to my shoulder, shoving me face down against the desk. He pushed his cock back inside of me, making me cry out a “yes” in response.

My overstimulated clit bashed against the desk with every thrust of his hips, his movements getting more erratic as he reached his high. I clenched around him consistently, desperate to get him to his orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Bucky clung to my hips, smashing against me as his head dropped back, his jaw going slack as he felt his climax take over.

He let out a heavy breath, his hips shakily pressing against mine as his hot spurts of cum filled me up. I let out a satisfied hum as Bucky recovered from his high, pulling out once he’d gotten his breath back.

I stood up straight just before Bucky pulled me back into his arms, hugging my waist as he left a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Do you still have work to do?” I asked softly, still in a stage of euphoria that was clouding some of my senses. I leaned my head against Bucky’s chest, my hand on his metal arm.

Bucky snickered softly at my question. “I think you know the answer to that.” His voice was raspier than usual, his hair tossed and out of place. My heart sunk at the thought of him having to keep working. “But how about you come and keep my cock warm until I'm finished?”

[finrays]

And now... as the kids say... shit gets real.

Enter our antagonist.

I’m hoping to get another part done tonight too, since I have to work on the boat tomorrow, and then my family is in town... so I can leave you all on a delicious cliffhanger >:)

“Hkkk! It’s…”

Setting down the spoon and carefully avoiding trailing the edge of her sleeve through the mess on the cooktop (the damn shirt costs almost a week’s wages, and it’s her only one), Elisabet pulls a face at the cook.

“It’s really sweet, Fred.”

Without looking up from his work, Fred lets out a grunt of acknowledgement, shifting the cigar clenched in his teeth from one side of his mouth to the other with practiced ease.

“So? The boss man likes it sweet.”

He’s right… she knows it, and she gives way without a fight; it’s not worth spending the energy on, anyway. Not when she still has the whole night of work ahead of her.

Fred seems to know it, too; finally looking up from the saucepan he’s been carefully stirring, he reaches out to give her a light push on the shoulder.

“You takin’ dinner shift tonight? We got ‘bout an hour. Get some air, guppy. You won’t have a chance when the rich fuckers get started on you; like to keep the help on their toes, those ones. And I’ll make sure to set sommat aside for you for later. Something that ain’t drowning in sugar. Now, go on. Git!”

Gratefully, Elisabet takes the opportunity, giving him a look of thanks as she ties off her apron, scuttling around a trash can and a set of steam trays, and out of the cramped galley, onto the yacht’s deck. Out here, under the open sky, she finally feels some of the tension drain from her shoulders.

This is about as low as I’ve sunk, I think. Eighteen years past my PhD and serving drinks on a yacht just to stay close to the water… ugh. I’m glad Mom isn’t around to see this. Some kid I turned out to be.

With just a bit of searching, and a few quiet nods to coworkers on smoke breaks, or their own evening constitutionals, she finds a quiet spot along the stern, leaning against the railing, arms folded loosely over each other, and gazing out over the open water. Moonlight glimmers like silver on the calmly rippling surface, and waves lap gently against the distant tops of the coral formations back on the shelf, nearly exposed to the air as the tide falls.

At least he’s avoiding the reefs. Something about romanticizing dinner over the trench, I guess. He’s a pain in the ass, but he’s not a terrible guy, I guess.

She finds her thoughts drifting, as they always seem to do when she manages to land a job that takes her close to the water again, to the night that had buried her career for good. It had been hard for Faro Fisheries to pin her with a charge of theft when they refused to elucidate exactly what it was she had stolen, and what the monetary value of said item would be. It hadn’t been hard for them to pull as many strings as the CEO’s wealth would allow, and blacklist her from the industry entirely.

But, even fifteen years and not one steady job later, Elisabet still can’t regret it. Not when she thinks about the mermaid, with her glittering scales and shy smile. Of those luminous eyes, so full of joy and hope at the sight of the open water…

The boat lurches to a sudden halt, scuttling her thoughts like a shipwreck, and she clutches for the railing, staggering halfway to her knees before she catches herself.

Damn! Did we hit the reef?

But… no. They’re too far out for that, still hovering over the trench, with fathoms of water between them and anything they could have possibly run aground on. It can’t be that.

She’s considering engine trouble as a source when the boat jerks again, this time from side to side. And then again, the port gunwale rising up briefly out of the water before slapping back down, the railing dipping crazily toward the ocean. From all across the ship, now, voices are beginning to call out, cursing, shouting, letting out cries of fear and alarm.

That’s not engine failure, either! What’s going ON here!?

The yacht jerks one more time, listing to port again, before coming to an abrupt halt. There’s a sharp, splintering crack from somewhere below the waterline. For an instant, the entire world seems to slow to a stop. To hold its breath.

And with an unceremonious shredding sound, the deck crumbles beneath her feet, railing and wood parting and plunging into the waves below, taking her with it in a hail of splinters and metal fittings.

Thrashing upward among the jetsam and breaking the surface, Elisabet splutters for air, head whipping about, struggling to get her bearings. The yacht has been utterly sundered, ripped in two by some unseen, mighty force, and each half of the boat is beginning to sink at its own pace. On the deck, panic has broken out, the shapes of passengers and employees alike racing to and fro, hauling life jackets and emergency supplies from their places, cursing and screaming and shouting in a myriad of voices. Sucking in a deep breath, she readies to call out to them for help.

Abruptly, something seizes her by the ankle and pulls. She has just enough time to gulp back her shout before her head plunges under the surface, and she finds herself face to face with a nightmare.

The thing, whatever it is, is nearly completely translucent; veins and arteries bulge beneath its taut, glassy skin, and the structure of its skeleton stands out in sharp relief. A few wisps of hair cling stubbornly to its otherwise smooth, bald skull, and she swears that she can see the tattered remains of a cable-knit sweater, clinging to its torso.The back half of it is armored and covered in a myriad of spindly legs, reminiscent of a crustacean of some sort, and crusted in barnacles and waving tubeworms that have burrowed into the bone-white plates. Long, translucent teeth, reminiscent of the maw of a dragonfish, snap at her face as the creature reaches for her with its reed-thin claws, regarding her with a pair of dead, moon-pale eyes, devoid of pupil and iris, and glowing faintly in the darkness of the midnight sea.

Without thinking, she brings up her feet, planting them on the creature’s wretched face and kicking off with all of her might. The motion snaps its head back, and pulls the loafers off, sending them spinning through the water between them, and setting her waist apron flapping. But the loss of shoes is hardly a hindrance. The motion buys her some distance, and she thrashes wildly away from the beast, struggling through the dark water, and then turning her attention upward, toward the surface above.

There we go!

Reorienting herself, she kicks for air, stretching an arm toward the glimmer of moonlight on the water above…

…until, in an instant, it’s blotted out, limning a dark, massive shape that hovers between her and the life-giving air above.

The shape reminds her vaguely of the mermaid… of her mermaid. But that’s where the similarities end. This thing is twice as long again as the yacht, its pale, slippery hide riddled with scars that form faintly-glowing runic patterns, running together like crashing waves. Sharp, needle-like teeth spill over and out of its mouth, too large to fit within its lips, and similarly thin, wicked quills bristle all along its spine. She can just barely make out the ragged caudal fin at the end of its long, muscular tail, flittering like a gossamer burial shroud in the depths below.

And the eyes… where her mermaid’s eyes had been luminously kind, this beast of the deep’s eyes and ragged gill slits glow with a baleful red light, like the heart of a distant, angry star.

This, she realizes, cold fear seizing her in an icy grip, is the creature that scuttled the yacht, with barely any effort at all.

And its lamplike eyes are fixed firmly on her face.

You…

The word isn’t so much spoken as forced into her head, and she recoils, kicking back and away frantically.

It’s not enough; the massive tail swings up behind her, slamming into her back and shoulders, and propelling her forward into the creature’s hands. Talons close around her like a cage, and one huge, luminous eye studies her balefully from above.

She wants to scream. But all that comes out is a pathetic squeak of fear and a small puff of bubbles. Precious air, lost.

You bear her mark… you!?

The horrendous thing rattles with laughter, a sound like bones clattering over each other in the depths of a cauldron, and Elisabet cowers away from the toothy maw, backing up until she runs into the curves of the giant claws.

Pathetic. I always knew she was too soft. But to place a human under her protection? She has fallen too far. Well. I cannot violate the deep magics. I will not kill you. But…

One of the massive wrists flexes upward, and a wickedly barbed stinger the size of a boat hook emerges from a pocket in the flesh. Wisps of glowing fluid drift lazily from its tip.

That doesn’t mean I’ll spare you entirely.

The pain is blinding, and this time, she can’t keep the scream back, losing her air in a cloud of frantic bubbles. It hardly matters, now; not with the sear of whatever venom the stinger contains now setting her nerves on fire. Her hands scrabble uselessly at the barb buried in her side, but the strength is rapidly leaving them, along with the air, and the will to fight.

There. I’ve given you chance to survive. And if you do…

She barely notices when the creature releases her into the water like so much jetsam, the wake of its passage spinning her over and away as it turns to pick its way languidly through the wreckage, and the scores of pale-eyed creatures rising around it, seizing the weakly struggling bodies of the crew and digging long teeth into their faces and necks.

You’ll see me again.

[emmyhem]

good stupid (l.r.h)

a/n: hi again! this is a short and sweet luke x student fem!reader imagine, and my first time posting smut,, i’m planning on posting some angsty stuff pretty soon sooo i wanted to have something pretty fluffy up but as i wrote it became clear to me that smut would fit well. so with all that being said, i hope you enjoy - emmy <33 (p.s, requests are still open but i am working on quite a few already and they take me slightly longer to write than my own pieces because i want to be sure i’m doing them justice. but all requests are extremely appreciated as well as any feedback on my writing. and i’m always up to chat, if you ever have something on your mind, no matter how random :)) 

pairing: luke hemmings x student fem!reader 

summary: an innocent but important secret sparks a competitiveness between you and your boyfriend, but it may end in both of your favor. 

warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving), cursing, but mainly just fluffy romantic sex 

word count: 2.2k

Luke’s head was in your lap as you read from your textbook intently. Your eyebrows were tugged together and your lips pouted in concentration. 

“You’re pretty.” he hummed, a sweet grin on his face. 

You glanced down, scrunching your nose in fondness. 

“You too.” you responded, poking his cheek.

“Stop, I’m blushing.” he joked, hiding his face behind his hands.

You laughed before turning your attention back to your studies, but Luke’s eyes remained glued to you only breaking contact occasionally to blink. You could feel his eyes on you, making it extremely hard to focus.

“Luke.” you scolded. 

“What?” he whined. 

“You gotta stop staring. I'm trying to study bub.”

“No can do, lovie. M’studying too.” he protested. 

“And what are you studying?” you questioned. 

“You.” he said matter of factly. “Happens to be my favorite subject.” 

You pressed your lips together tightly to avoid smiling like an idiot. The two months you’d spent with Luke had been the best of your life, for the first time you felt like things were just right. It was as if you had been made for him and you kept finding yourself having to actively avoid blurting out the big L word. It was like it was always at the tip of your tongue threatening release, any time he would compliment you, or hug you tighter than normal, and it was especially hard when he kept looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. 

So caught up in your lovestruck haze, you hadn’t noticed that you had sat your book down next to you on the couch and were staring off into space.

Luke sat up and pulled you to his chest.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he poked, pressing a swift kiss to the top of your hairline. 

“Just thinking.” you mumbled into his shoulder. 

“Bout what? You gotta tell me I’m trying for an A in y/n studies.” 

You laughed while shaking your head. 

“I’m thinking about saying something stupid.” you said timidly, pulling out of Luke’s embrace to look him in the eyes. 

“Good stupid or bad stupid?” 

“M’not quite sure.” you answered, moving back into Luke’s arms. 

His eyes flashed with mischief as he leaned away from you.

“I’ll give you a kiss if ya tell me.” 

“I can get one of those whenever I want.” you replied, chasing his lips with your own. 

“Nah, I think I’ll hold out for a while, can’t have you keeping secrets.” 

You laughed, knowing how needy your boyfriend could get, “We’ll see how long that lasts.” 

“Heyyy,” he drawled out. “No laughing, baby I’m serious. You won’t be getting any action till you spill.” 

You just pretended to zip your lips shut and throw away the key in response before continuing your work.  He would give in within the hour, you were sure of it. 

This has been the longest 3 days of your life. You had no idea when kissing Luke had become such a big part of your everyday routine but it was becoming abundantly clear to you that it was. 

Like this morning, when your alarm woke you up for class and you rolled over to kiss him without even thinking about it. You were centimeters away from making contact before a smile broke on Luke’s face and he rolled over to mumble, 

“No kisses for you.” before closing his eyes once again. 

Or when you dropped off lunch for the guys at the studio, you had been expecting at least a peck to express his gratitude for your favor, but all you got was a quick kiss on the back of your hand and a sly, 

“Thank you, baby.” 

Tonight you were determined, and  there was no way in hell you would be the one to give in. You were cooking when he got home, freshly showered and wearing only one of  his favorite shirts. Luke heard you before he saw you, humming to ABBA from the kitchen, he chuckled to himself  before turning the corner. 

“Hi baby.” you greeted, spinning on your heel while you sucked a bit of pasta sauce off your finger. 

Luke groaned at the sight of you before sauntering over and wrapping his arms around your waist as you stirred your cooking pasta. 

“You are making this extremely hard for me.” he hissed in your ear. Emphasis on the hard as he pressed himself against your back. 

You squeezed your thighs together at the feeling but held your composure as you spun to face him. 

“I dunno what you're talking about, Lu.” 

“Tell me your secret and we can go upstairs.” he whined, tugging you away from the stove.

“And let my dinner get cold?” you teased, waving a disapproving  finger. 

As you finished cooking Luke sat at the table, his eyes following your every move. 

“Food’s ready.” you announced as you pulled two plates from the cabinet. 

When no response came you looked in his direction. He nodded and beckoned you forward with the curl of two fingers. You took a seat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What’s a matter, baby? Aren’t you hungry?” you cooed in his ear. 

Luke clenched his jaw and ran a finger along your thigh, “I’m begging you to fess up. You’re looking way too pretty not to kiss and I don’t like to give in.” 

“Me neither” you countered, your forehead pressed against his. 

“Baby,” he whined. 

“You really wanna know?” you said, your feet carrying you back to the counter as you got an unexpected surge of confidence. 

“You have no idea.” he sighed from behind you. “Please put us both out of our misery, hm?” 

“I love you.” you admitted, holding your breath as you stared at the marble countertop in front of you. 

You could hear Luke stand up and felt his breath on the back of your neck within a second. 

“That’s my secret.” you continued.

His hands ran down your sides before settling firmly on your hips, which he used as leverage to spin you in his direction. You kept your eyes to the floor once facing him but he was quick to change that, using his thumb and pointer to tilt your chin up. You looked up through your lashes to meet his eyes. 

“And I love you more.” he returned. And there he went again with that look, as if you were his favorite thing in the entire universe. 

You let out a sigh of relief, one that was cut short by Luke’s lips moving urgently against your own. You both seemed to melt into each other as his tongue worked its way into your mouth. He was quick to pick you up and set you on the counter, this way he wouldn’t strain his neck to kiss you. The kiss was breathy, needy, and exactly what your body had been craving for the past three torturous days. 

“We are never ever doing that again.” he spoke into your mouth between kisses. 

“Mhm.” you agreed as his hands groped at your thighs, pushing his shirt that you had on up in the process. 

“Wrap your legs around me.” he instructed as you pulled away to breath. 

“Lu, dinner.” you protested. 

“I know, lovie. Later, I promise but right now m’hungry for something else and I can’t wait any longer.” 

“Okay,” you agreed breathlessly, wrapping your legs around him tightly as he carried you into the bedroom. 

Once in the bedroom he laid you out on the bed muttering out broken praises as he kissed down your neck. 

“Hardest three days of my life.” he admitted as his hands slid under your shirt. 

His palms were warm and rough on your skin and the only response you could muster was a soft whimper.  

Once he found his way to your nipples you were a moaning mess beneath him. 

“Off” you sighed, sitting up a bit so he could remove the shirt, leaving you completely bare. 

He ran a finger down your stomach as he spoke, “So pretty for me, angel.” 

You shuddered at his words feeling more needy by the second. 

“Lu, please.” 

“Feeling eager, baby? Me too. But I just wanna enjoy the girl I love for a bit.” he continued, as he settled between your legs. 

Your heart skipped a beat at the word love, and you couldn’t help the dopey smile that appeared on your face. 

He began peppering light kisses on your thighs each one slightly closer to where you needed him most. You started to squirm impatiently causing him to pull away and hover over your face, 

“I love you.” he declared. 

“I love you too.” you affirmed, straining your neck leaning to kiss him. Once you pulled away he grinned before returning to his previous position. 

He wasted no more time before attaching his lips to your clit, working it furiously under his tongue. 

Your head immediately threw back in pleasure, and if it weren’t for Luke’s hands holding you down you were sure your hips would’ve bucked up. 

You were whimpering relentlessly as he hummed in content against you. 

“Taste’s so good, baby. Missed this so much.” 

You only mewled in response, feeling your first orgasm begin to creep up on you already. 

“Lu,” you moaned, your hands finding his hair and tugging lightly causing him to grunt. “M’close.” 

“Yea? Doing so good, wanna come for me, love?” he questioned, adding a finger as he continued the assault on your clit. 

“Y-yes” you stuttered out, your breath catching in your throat as you reached your climax. You shook under Luke’s hold as he worked you through your orgasm. 

As you recovered he nipped at your neck and left a trail of kisses up your jaw before finally reaching your lips. You kissed him sloppily still feeling hazy from the pleasure. 

“Gonna let me take you?” he cooed, continuing to pepper kisses all over your face. 

“Please.” you nodded. 

“Okay, baby. Lemme grab something.” he said before carrying himself over to his nightstand to retrieve a condom. 

Once he rolled the condom on and made his way back to you he rubbed his thumb on your hip as he lined himself up with your entrance. 

“Ready?” 

“Yea, Lu. Need you” you mewled. 

He began to press into you slowly, letting your body adjust to the stretch as he inched in. Once he was completely in, you clenched in pleasure at the sensation of being so completely full. This caused Luke to grunt loudly, 

“Fuck, so good for me, angel” he praised. “Lemme know when I can move. Okay, baby?”

You nodded quickly as you took your bottom lip in between your teeth. 

“Move, please.” you begged, desperate for friction. 

He started with slow thrusts, they were passionate and so filling you felt like you might actually burst. His thumb found your clit and began rubbing slow circles as he continued. 

“F-faster,” you stumbled over your words, the pleasure overwhelming you. “I need faster.” 

Luke was happy to comply, picking up the pace with each thrust. As he pounded into you harder he pressed further, his head nudging at your g-spot causing you to squeal, your fingers gripping at the sheets. 

“Is that the spot?” he questioned hitting it repeatedly, causing your brain to essentially go numb. The only active thought being, Luke. 

You physically couldn’t gather the strength or power to speak so instead you just nodded, your entire body falling slack as your second orgasm approached. 

“Gonna come for me again, baby? Show me how good I’m making you feel?” 

As if you weren’t already feeling enough, Luke chose this moment to attach his lips to your neck again sucking harshly at the spot he knew made you weak. 

“Fuck, baby.” he groaned, breaking away. “Can feel you clenching around me. Cum for me y/n, I know you can do it. C’mon gimme one more, wanna come with you.” 

You came undone around him as he hit your most sensitive spot over and over again. He followed immediately after, your name falling from his lips repeatedly during his release. 

So completely fucked out, you didn’t even notice when he pulled out, and tied off the condom before throwing it away and flopping down next to you on the bed. 

“How are you doing, my love.” he asked sweetly while pulling you to his chest.

You nodded into him and mumbled, “m’good, really good.” 

“I love you so much.” he spoke into your forehead before pressing a wet kiss on it. “How ‘bout I get ya all cleaned up and then warm us up some dinner to eat in bed?” he questioned, eyes studying your face. 

“Will you shower with me?” you asked timidly. 

“Well, I wasn’t planning on doing it alone.” he teased, lifting you up. 

As he sat on the edge of the tub, you on his lap, letting the shower run over his hand to ensure the water temperature was just right for you, you buried your face into his neck. 

“M’so glad I told you my secret.” 

“Me too.” he laughed. “Though, that whole no kissing thing was stupid.” 

“Good stupid.” you countered.

[nano--raptor]

Your Professor’s Shirt

Pairing: Professor! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1360

Warnings: 18+ Only! Smut, sex, dirty talk, flirting, cursing and a little bit of fluff.

A/N: It’s Professor! Bucky day with @the-ss-horniest-book-club​​​! This idea was inspired by the song T-Shirt by The Beaches. So, I took my idea and ran with it. Hope you enjoy! Thank you all for reading😘

Please do not click “keep reading” if you are under 18! Thank you.

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You left your t-shirt at my apartment

I'm not giving it back, I'm not giving it back

You walked into the lecture wearing a casual outfit, nothing fancy, definitely nothing to write home about, but you knew your professor would love it. And boy did he ever. You sat in the front row, as you usually did, in a pair of cute jeans and a t-shirt. An oversized shirt, tied in a knot at the waist, hanging low on one shoulder. Tons of girls wore shirts like this, but this one was different, and when Professor Barnes noticed you he blanked for a moment, mid sentence, blinking as he stared at you. You flashed him a sweet smile, batting your eyelashes and he quickly regained his composure after seeing the shirt you were wearing. His shirt.

He continued lecturing, making notes on the board, and asking questions, as he avoided glancing your way again for quite a while. Then you saw his eyes flick your way again, and you squirmed in your seat under his gaze, which to anyone else, looked like his normal face. But you knew that heat in his eyes, the twitch at the corner of his mouth, before he looked away and continued on.

As the class ended, you gathered your things and left with the crowd, not needing to stay after class today. You had a meeting with Professor Barnes in about half an hour, so you made your way through campus to drop off a few things before heading to his office.

The door was slightly open when you arrived, so you walked in, closing it with a soft click once you stepped inside. Then you turned the lock and walked slowly towards the desk.

“Ah, there you are. Right on time.” Your professor looked up at you with that heat in his eyes again, and you gave him more of a devilish smile this time.

“Hi Professor Barnes.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, his eyes roaming over you and making you feel hot all over. You both liked it when you called him professor, even though he always told you to call him Bucky outside of class. Sometimes you liked to keep up the innocent act though. “Did you miss me?”

“Mmm. Always.” You walked around the desk, setting your bag down on the floor and squealing when Bucky pulled you into his lap right away. He smirked when you wiggled on his lap, pulling you in for a heated kiss. When it broke, he licked his lips, humming again and looking up at you with a smirk. “Nice shirt.”

“Thank you, a boy left it at my house.” You giggled when he leaned in to kiss your neck, trailing his lips along your shoulder, the soft touch sending shivers through you. His voice was low when he spoke again.

“Now, what’s a good girl like you doing having a boy over. Are you naughty?” Bucky pulled on the collar of the shirt, kissing along your collar bones. “I think you are. Naughty girl, wearing a boy’s shirt but not wearing a bra to class today. Are you tryin’ to drive me crazy?” His rands ran up your body, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples through the shirt, as he nibbled your skin. “Had so many dirty thoughts I could barely focus on lecturing.”

“I’m sorry Professor,” you whined, rolling your hips against his lap and groaning as you felt his cock hardening under you. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about his hands all over me, the feeling of his skin against mine, and when I saw this shirt, and it still smelled like him, I wanted it to touch all of my skin until I could see him again.”

Bucky groaned now, his hips twitching under yours and he whipped the shirt off over your head, tossing it onto the floor. His mouth descended to your chest, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while his fingers undid your jeans. Your hands tangled into his hair with a cry, his mouth on your already sensitive nipples making you tingle.

“Bucky please,” you gasped. “I need you again I can’t wait.” He looked up at you, pupils blown wide and hair messed up from your fingers and you moaned at the sight, rushing to undo his pants too before you made a mess all over them. There was a scramble as Bucky shoved his pants down and you kicked yours off, then you were hauled back into his lap again, your hips pulled flush against his as his thick cock rubbed through your soaking folds.

“Baby you’re so wet. Is this what you think about during my classes? ‘Bout riding my cock in my office?” You nodded your head, whimpering as he pushed into you. “You’re a dirty girl,” he growled in your ear, his hips jerking as you both tried to find the perfect pace.

“You’re a bad boy,” you sassed back. “Staring at my tits during your class. Thinking about licking and pinching them and filling me up.” You tisked, yelping as his hand came down on your ass, and he groaned from the subsequent squeezing you gave his cock.

“Ah baby, you’re gonna be the death of me. You know I can never wait to bury myself in that perfect pussy of yours. Fuck…” He breathed more curses and his thrusts sped up, pushing deep into you, stretching you out, and you whined at the feeling of him dragging in and out of you. You wanted to curl around him but also spread yourself out as far as you could, just so he could have every inch of you.

Clutching at his shoulders, your head fell back while you rode him, bucking your hips harder against him as he trusted, and you could tell he was trying to keep quiet.

“Can’t wait to hear you later,” you teased, raking your hands through his hair again and tugging gently. Bucky groaned again, a low rumble that you felt vibrate through you.

“‘M gonna fuck you so good later baby, when I can take my time with you and make you fall apart for me.” The coil was tightening in your belly and you bounced on his lap faster, bringing your hand down to rub your clit while Bucky’s hands clutched your hips, rocking your body against his. “Yeah that’s it baby, you gonna cum for me? Cum for me on my lap, in my office, like a bad girl? So naughty baby but so fuckin’ good for me.” His words were punctuated by his thrusts, his pace slowing and faltering as he came, spilling inside you with a strangled groan. Dragging your face down to his, he kissed you hard, riding out the waves of his orgasm as you pushed yourself over the edge too, clenching around him and milking his cock with a drawn out, desperate whine.

Collapsing against him with a shuddering breath,  the two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Bucky started chuckling.

“You’re such a tease. I can’t believe you showed up today in my fucking shirt with no bra on. Shit baby.” You giggled back, wiggling on his lap and making him hiss. He grabbed a handful of your ass, and you nearly squealed. “I love when you come to my lectures though.”

“I love watching you teach, baby,” you mused. “I wonder if any of your students ever wonder who the fuck I am.” You giggled again, grabbing his face and kissing him sweetly, but still burning up for him. He smiled and pulled you close once more before you needed to climb off his lap to redress.

“I’ll see you at home later,” he said, kissing the top of your head as you both straightened out your clothes.

“Can’t wait baby. Can you pick up dinner on your way?”

“Of course.” One more kiss, and then it was time for him to head back to class. You hummed at the feeling of his t-shirt against your skin again, so soft, but you couldn’t wait to feel his skin against yours again later that night at home.

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 9.1

[TW: Blood, violence, severe injury, bone related gore and zombie/undead related body horror. Please take care of yourself and stay safe. Warnings bracket the worst of the potentially triggering content and a summary is provided if you feel the need to skip that part. Some violence and minor injuries are outside the brackets. If there is a specific TW that you would like me to include in the future feel free to let me know and I will do my best to add it.]

Quackity, Purpled and Charlie, spent over an hour searching through the woods and the land around Las Nevadas, well mostly just Quackity and Purpled while Charlie hovered around asking annoying questions. Neither The Zombie nor Foolish were anywhere to be found. 

Quackity told Purpled and Charlie to Head back to Las Nevadas and look there while he did one more check around the perimeter for any clues as to what happened. Quackity took his time. Now that he was by himself he was able to think more clearly. He shoved his hands in his pockets and frowned.    

Quackity wasn’t exactly sure what he had witnessed. He’d never seen something exactly like it, one minute Foolish was standing in front of him and the next he was gone and this zombie lady was in his place. He might argue with the other Las Navadas recruits, and they might not have the best opinion of him, but one thing was certain, if anyone messed with them, especially on Las Navadas property, They were messing with him and he wasn’t about to let anyone push him around, not anymore, never again. 

Quackity looked up as he rounded a sand dune, the walls of Tubbo’s “cookie” outpost looming up on the edge of Las Nevadas land. Quackity Scowled. One problem after another. The whole conflict about the walls hadn’t really been resolved, Tubbo was being stubborn, unreasonable. But that wasn’t a priority at the moment, he would deal with that latter, right now, he had bigger problems. 

Quackity followed along the wall and stopped short on the road in front of the Las Nevadas toll tunnel. Ranboo and Tubbo stood on the road coming from the other direction.

They stared at each other, neither side moving. Then Quackity broke into a smile “Hey there, Fancy running into you two here. You seem to hang around here a lot, have either of you seen Foolish or a strange looking Zombie by chance?”

Ranboo fidgeted and looked away but he was always fidgeting and he was never one for eye contact so that wasn’t exactly a tell. 

Tubbo on the other hand, Quackity had been in the same cabinet with him during Schlatt’s presidency, and in the cabinet during Tubbo’s presidency, he knew what the kid looked like when he lied. 

“A Zombie you say? What makes you think we would have anything to do with that?” Tubbo shrugged. 

Quackity didn’t drop the smile. “Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I am talking about.”

“Honest big man, there are no Zombies here, that's why we built the walls.” Tubbo insisted.

Ok so the kid was getting better at lying. Quackity frowned but the smile returned a moment later. “That's all good. Just be careful, she did something to Foolish, he’s gone missing, I’m worried that if she is allowed to roam free and do whatever she wants then she might do what she did to Foolish to someone else. You understand. I would hate to hear that one of you two went missing.”   

Tubbo and Ranboo looked at each other.  They definitely knew something they weren’t telling him. 

“Thanks for the warning big man, we’ll let you know if we see anything,” Tubbo smiled tightly before grabbing Ranboo’s arm and pulled him aside to whisper in his ear.

Called it. Quackity smiled, his sharp gold tooth glinting in the sunlight. He turned on his heel and headed back down the tunnel towards Las Nevadas. 

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Cleo looked down at the dark water lapping against the stone pier where she sat, her legs dangling over the edge. The air smelled of salt, cold stung her lungs. She wasn’t shivering despite the fact that a crop top and shorts was chronically under dressed for the weather. She didn’t really notice. 

Her heel bounced against the wall of the peer as she stared out to sea. Snowchester was secluded, nice and peaceful, but it also felt vacant. There were houses but no one lived in them. Not that that was anything all too strange, Hermits built empty houses all the time, but these felt different. The empty houses the Hermits built were intended just for show, or to conceal functional builds. These houses once housed people, and now were abandoned.  

Cleo looked up at the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow and the clunk of boots against the wood at the beginning of the peer. Tubbo and Ranboo stood looking back at her. Tubbo had his hands in the front pockets of his coat and Ranboo stared at her over Tubboo’s shoulder. He never seemed to blink, it was a bit unnerving. 

Cleo pursed her lips “Um, thanks for letting me stay here kids, but-”

“You can’t stay here anymore,” Tubbo blurted out. 

Cleo blinked.

Ranboo flinched “Sorry about all this, it’s just…”

“Don’t worry about it kid,” Cleo said, getting to her feet, “I was going to leave anyway,” She shrugged.   

“Oh really,” Ranboo sighed.

Tubbo frowned “Why? What changed?” 

Cleo chuckled hollowly, “I could ask you the same thing.” 

Tubbo pursed his lips but didn’t push the issue.

Cleo walked past the two of them and started up the path.

“Wait,” Ranboo called

Cleo stopped.  

“Where are you going to stay now?” Ranboo asked. Tubbo just glared at her.

Cleo shrugged and smiled a bit to cheerily “I’m sure I’ll find a nice cave somewhere, after all I am a Hermit,” 

“Um,” Ranboo looked off to the side, tapping his fingers together. “If you need it there’s a hotel in the Greater Dream SMP. It’s big and red, hard to miss.”  

Cleo chuckled, “I’ll be alright, don’t worry ‘bout it.” 

Tubbo was still glaring at her. She turned to leave again.

“Just know that if you try and mess with us we can and will defend ourselves,” Tubbo said.

Cleo didn’t turn around “Oh, I know,” She smirked as she walked away. This Tubbo kid had guts, she could respect that. 

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Quackity taped his fingers against his arm impatiently as he waited in the ditch on the Greater DSMP side of the speed tunnel to Snowchester. After talking to Tubbo and Ranboo he had watched from a distance and followed them here. 

The splash of oars cutting through the water reached Quackity’s ears as a boat made its way towards his hiding spot. Quackity took a steadying breath, stealing himself as he listened carefully. The boat scraped against the shore and there was a crunch of sand as someone got out of the boat. Only one person. 

Quackity stood up and moved into view. The Zombie jumped, summoning her sword as she spun around to face him, teeth bared.

Quackity held up his empty hands and took several steps back. “Woe, woe woe. Hold on. I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“You think?” She scoffed. She didn’t attack but she still had her guard up. 

“Just tell me what you did to my friend and maybe we can resolve this peacefully,” He smiled tightly. 

“I didn’t do anything! And even if I did, why would I tell you? You already tried to kill me once?” She said. Then her expression changed, as if just remembering something. She lowered her sword and straightened. “What do you know about perma-death?” She asked calmly.

Quackity sucked in his breath and took a step back. Was this a threat or a legitimate question? He looked at the determination in her eyes… It was both. 

He fought the urge to summon his axe. 

“Do you really think you can kill a Zombie? I’m already dead. The rules don’t apply to me!” She strode forward and pointed her sword at him. Quackity staggered back looking up at her standing over him on the edge of the pit framed by the crystal clear sky behind her.   

Was she bluffing? 

Fuck. 

She spun on her heel and ran the other direction, across the field. 

The trance was broken. 

[TW: Blood, violence, body horror. Skip to the next bolded text to avoid the worst of it] 

“Shit, Get back here!” Quackity scrambled up the bank, summoning his crossbow and letting loose the bolt. It struck her in the leg, but she didn’t even seem to slow down. Had she even felt it? An ender pearl replaced the crossbow and a moment later he felt a sudden rush as he flew through the air, switching to his axe mid-flight. He crashed into her back, embedding his axe between her shoulder blades.

Quackity pulled his axe out of her back and staggered backwards. She wasn’t dead. She hadn’t despawned yet. Maybe she had been telling the truth about being unable to die. Oh wait, she was moving.

She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees coughing up dark sickened blood. She staggered to her feet and turned around to face him again, fire and determination in her eyes.

How was she still standing? That last hit had to have broken several ribs. Quackity glanced at the exposed ribs poking out from under her crop top, edged with decayed flesh. Those had been that way before. Maybe broken bones didn’t matter?  

[TW End: Summery: Quackity chases after Cleo, she tanks a bunch of damage but is able to keep fighting despite severe injuries]

Why were his knees shaking? She hadn’t even scratched him this time, and she wasn’t as good at combat as Dream or Techno. Yet she refused to die? 

He clenched his teeth and scowled, “I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me what you did with Foolish?” He demanded. Now he was bluffing. 

“I. Don’t. Know!” She yelled as she lunged at him, summoning her sword mid swing as she brought it down on him. 

He didn’t have time to block. Instead he moved back and swung the axe up. The blunt side of the head struck her in the chin as he felt her sword cut into his shoulder and graze his chest.

She staggered back and switched her sword out for a gapple. 

Oh no you don’t. Quackity raised his axe about to lung when he felt someone jump on him from behind. Arms wrapping around his neck in a choke hold. The axe returned to his inventory as he grabbed at the arms around his neck. They were invisible, his attacker was invisible.  

“Cleo, Run!” the invisible man shouted. 

She froze, the gapple halfway to her mouth “Etho?” 

“I said run!”

She turned on her heel and started running, only pausing for a moment to eat the gapple and keep going. 

Quackity clawed at the arm around his neck. This Etho guy was invisible. That ment he wasn’t wearing armor. Quackity summoned a sword in reverse grip and stabbed behind him. He heard Etho hiss as the sword grazed him. His grip loosened and Quackity was able to wrestle free. Summoning another pearl he threw it, getting away and landing near some trees. He staggered against one of the trees, coughing and rubbing his neck. He gritted his teeth, his face twisting into and ugly snarl. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She got away. And she had an accomplice.  

They made him look like an idiot. He quickly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He had promised never to let himself feel helpless again. Never to let other people control him. Yet he had let himself get pushed around by some random Zombie and one guy with an invis pot. Fuck this. He needed to do something about this. He couldn’t let this stand.

[jaehyunhour]

34+35 ⭑ JOHNNY SUH

⭑ GENRE: fluff, smut

⭑ MEMBERS: fem!reader x johnny (mentions of jaemin and jeno)

⭑ DETAILS: yet another college!au, frat boy boyfriend johnny

⭑ WARNINGS: slight exhibitionism, mention of the word daddy, 69, oral [both f & m receiving], unprotected sex, lil bit of spanking

⭑ WC: 4,031

⭑ SUMMARY: as you're nearing finals week, you and johnny decide to help each other destress a bit.

⭑ AUTHORS NOTE: this is basically porn with little plot and is purely self indulgent, enjoy my babies <33

You straddle Johnny’s lap, hands placed on his cheeks as your lips connect with his. Your skirt rides up with each subtle thrust of his hips, his hands gripping onto your thighs tightly. It’s the middle of midterm season and you’ve booked a study room in the library to do work, but it quickly escalated as Johnny’s fingers trailed from your knee up to the wet patch on your underwear as you were trying to make flashcards for your Physics class. His hands reach up to grip onto your hips as his tongue slips into your mouth, fingers digging into your bones and forcing you to grind down against him and moan against his mouth.

“You might think I’m crazy, but you know what I’ve been craving lately?” You say, pulling back and tilting your head as Johnny’s lips trail down to your collarbones. He sucks the skin into his mouth, nibbling lightly and your mouth opens in a breathy moan. “To put it quite plainly—” you start, but are cut off by the doorknob jiggling. You groan, pulling yourself up off of Johnny and heading towards the door. You pull it open, not even bothering fixing your askew skirt or messy hair. You’re met with a group of boys you recognize from one of your classes and you flash a smile. 

“Can I help you?” You say in a sing-song voice.

“I-uh, we booked the study room starting at 2 and it’s already 2:15,” one of them says quietly.

“Oh! Sorry about that, we got a bit carried away,” you turn around to look at Johnny and fix your skirt. The boys push the door open a bit more, peeking into the room and Johnny throws his head back and lets out a sigh. He zips his pants back up, buckling his belt before picking his backpack up off the ground and slinging it over his shoulder. You bend down to pick your backpack up, flashing both Johnny and the group of boys the way your wet panties are sticking to you. Johnny feels his dick stir in his pants and he quickly grabs you by the hand and drags you out of the library.

Once outside, you grip Johnny’s hand tightly as you aimlessly walk around campus enjoying his presence. He walks slowly, enjoying the uncommon quiet of the school and the feeling of your hand in his. “So what was that about you craving something lately, princess?”

Your cheeks heat up at his words. Despite it only being approximately seven minutes since you were grinding on Johnny in one of the private study rooms of the library, you had already forgotten about what you had said. Truth be told, in the moment you were thinking of the last time you had sex with Johnny, the feeling of him filling you making you feel warm and content.

“I don’t wanna say, someone could leave one of these buildings and hear us…”

“C’mon, princess, don’t get shy on me now. You were about 3 minutes away from riding me in the middle of that study room and now you don’t want to admit that you just want me to fill you with my cum?” He tsks.

“Oh my god, baby, stop,” You blush and hit his arm playfully. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Hmmm, well we have a chapter meeting tonight that’s supposed to last for a few hours and I have to study for some exams.”

“That’s not the answer I wanted and you know that,” you say with a slight pout on your face.

Johnny’s hand slips out of yours and he lets out a laugh. His hand then comes up to your face, gripping your jaw tightly and effectively wiping the pout off your face. He slips his thumb into your mouth, and your tongue swirls around it instinctively before closing your lips around it and sucking on it. “What did you want me to say, baby? That I am going to do you all night? Hm? Fuck you till the daylight?”

You nod eagerly and he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, wiping it clean on your cheek and you whine.

“How bout you come over tonight after the chapter meeting and we can watch a couple of movies instead of studying for finals? We haven’t had any alone time in a couple weeks… I’ll even keep the suit on for you,” Johnny suggests.

“Fine, but I should get home now then so I can rest before I get over there. We’re not watching aaaaany movies tonight,” you respond.

“Let me walk you to your car.” He slips his hand back into yours, pulling you towards the student parking lot quickly. Once at your car, he presses your back into the drivers side door and leans in to press a kiss to your lips.

You grab onto his hand and push it between your thighs and underneath your skirt. “Are you sure you don’t want to come into the backseat with me for a few minutes?” You bat your eyelashes at him and Johnny sucks in a breath as he pushes your underwear to the side and feels how wet you are. He rubs tight circles onto your clit and you let out a whine that echoes in the parking lot. He turns you around, pressing you harder into the car door and pushing his crotch against your ass. 

“Ten minutes, max.”

“Yes, sir,” you say, unlocking the doors and crawling into the back, but not without a harsh spank landing on your ass.

“You really can’t keep it in your pants, huh?”

“Only because you’re a dream come true.”

Back at your apartment, you begin packing your bag for your overnight at the frat house. Johnny invited you over for movies, but after not having spent any alone time with him in nearly three weeks you know there is absolutely no way you’re going to be watching anything. After packing your bag with fresh underwear, your phone charger, and a couple of other things, you change into a fresh pair of comfy pajamas before getting into bed. You lay in bed in the dark, eyes closed and sinking into your bed.

Your roommate comes home a few minutes later, raising an eyebrow as she walks past your room and sees you laying in the dark but obviously not asleep.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

“Saving up my energy,” you respond. “I’ve got a long night ahead of me.”

“Are you pulling an all-nighter for midterms?”

“Nope. Going to the Sigma Chi house after their chapter meeting.”

“And you’re planning to fuck the entire house or what?”

“Just Johnny, duh. Although I wouldn’t mind getting some of the others in bed… Have you seen the new recruits? They’re absolutely delectable. There’s these two boys named Jeno and Jaemin, they’re best friends and my god are they pretty. I keep asking Johnny if we could invite at least one of them the next time we do stuff but he always says no.”

She fake sighs. “Your life is so hard. Have fun tonight, hope you can walk tomorrow.”

“Actually, my goal is to not be able to walk for the rest of the week. Rest of the month if I’m lucky.”

The drive from your apartment to the frat house is short. You park your car on the street in front of the house, not bothering to let Johnny know you’ve arrived. When you walk up to the house, overnight bag in hand, and knock on the door, you’re met with Johnny’s bright smile and it forces one onto your own face. You look him up and down; he’s still wearing the suit he’s required to wear for his chapter meetings, and it fits him perfectly in all the right places. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you take in his appearance. He lets out a laugh as he sees your eyes raking his body and he grabs your hand before pulling you into the house.

The inside of the Sigma Chi Frat house isn’t really what you’d expect from a bunch of frat boys. It’s fully furnished, neat, and most importantly: clean. Upon first glance, you wouldn’t think that around ten different boys all live here together — but then you walk into the kitchen to see they have a beer pong table in place of a dining table with a bunch of folding chairs around it, and realize that only a bunch of boys could live here. Johnny pulls you into the living room, sitting down on the couch and pulling you on top of him as he presses play on the movie he was watching. 

You straddle his hips, making sure to grind down on him as you press an array of kisses onto his neck. His hands hold onto your hips tightly, helping you move as his eyes are focused on the TV behind you. He’s not actually paying attention to the movie anymore, but he loves to make you work for the things you want. He loves the way you get needier and needier with the lack of attention he gives you, the way your hips speed up against him, and the way you whine against his neck. You pull away from Johnny, scooting back to put some space in between your crotch and his, letting your hand unbutton his dress slacks and pull the zipper down. Your hand slips into his boxers, pulling his half-hardened dick out and he lets out a hiss when the air hits him.

“Right here, princess? Where anyone could see?” Johnny asks, raising an eyebrow as your hand begins to move up and down slowly on his hardening length. 

You nod, his dick now fully hard in your hand, and you drop your head to his, forehead to forehead, lips ghosting over his. “Yeah, why? You got a problem with that?” Your hand moves faster and Johnny throws his head back onto the couch with a groan. His hands fall from your hips to the couch, and he grips the cushions tightly as you continue your movements. His hips buck up every time your hand comes all the way up, thumb wiping across his tip, and you can tell he’s going to burst any minute. Johnny lets out a shaky breath, willing himself to calm down before he cums all over himself in the middle of the living room.

His hand shoots out to grab onto your wrist as he feels himself seconds away from his orgasm, and he pants as he tries to recollect himself. You tighten your grip on the base of his dick and he lets out another groan. Before Johnny can say anything, though, you hear someone coming down the stairs and within seconds are met with Jaemin. 

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming over,” Jaemin says excitedly, standing still at the bottom of the staircase and flashing you a smile.

The couch shields your lower half, and you smile back, continuing to move your hand discreetly over the length of Johnny’s dick, forcing him to bite his bottom lip to stop any noises from escaping. “Jaeminnnnn,” you coo. “I didn’t know you were home! I figured you would be out studying with Jeno.”

“Well, we were going to go to the library to study but figured we should just stay here instead. At least here we don’t have to put any pants on.”

“Riiiight,” you say. You focus your attention onto Johnny’s tip, moving your hand unbelievably fast, his head falling onto your chest. “If I had known you and Jeno were home, I would’ve invited you two to come watch a movie with us.” With your other hand, you grab onto the hair on the nape of Johnny’s neck, tugging his head back and giving him a mischievous smile. “Johnny, you should’ve told me that Jeno and Jaemin were staying in tonight. You’re so mean.”

“Yeah, hyung! So mean,” Jaemin echoes, walking into the kitchen without another glance at you. 

Johnny gives you a dirty look to which you can only giggle at. You slip out of his lap, your hand never stopping its movements, and slide in between his thighs, head meeting his crotch and tongue coming out to kitten lick the tip of his dick.

“You are such a tease,” Johnny says, hand holding the back of your head and bringing you closer to his aching dick. You laugh, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Within seconds Johnny is finishing right onto your face, most landing in your mouth but a little bit getting on your cheek, and he lets out a loud groan as he finishes. His fingers collect what landed on your face, pushing it into your mouth and you swallow before sticking your tongue back out to show him everything is gone.

Johnny doesn’t even allow himself a moment to calm down from the mind-blowing orgasm you’ve just given him. Instead, he quickly tucks himself back into his dress slacks and pulls you up off the ground. He grabs your overnight bag from the floor and heads straight to his bedroom, you trailing right behind him.

Just like the rest of the home, Johnny’s room is not what you would expect from a frat boy. His bed is neatly made, there are movie posters all over the walls, and he keeps everything on his desk organized. All of his dirty clothes are in the hamper in his closet, where they should be, and he has all of his shirts and sweaters in his closet organized by color.

Once inside the room, you crawl onto the bed and get on your back, watching as Johnny takes his suit tie off and hangs it on the outside knob of his door before slamming the door shut. He peels his blazer off, putting it back onto a hanger and into his closet where appropriate. He untucks his shirt, unbuttoning it one button at a time and you slip your hand into your underwear, fingers circling your clit lightly as you watch Johnny undress. A soft moan escapes your lips when you put pressure, toes curling at the much needed attention on your clit and Johnny laughs at the sound. He pulls his pants off, setting them on top of his dresser, then saunters over to the bed.

You spread your legs as soon as Johnny reaches the edge of the bed, leaving enough room for him to crawl in-between. Within seconds, Johnny’s hand is replacing yours in your underwear as his lips attach to yours. Your lips move in sync, tongues coming out to play with each other, and you peel your shorts and underwear down and kick them off to give Johnny more room to move. He collects your slick on his fingers, inserting two fingers into you without warning, a surprised moan getting caught in his mouth.

His fingers move in and out slowly, lips moving to suck on the skin of your neck and leave red and purple marks in its wake. You tilt your head to the side to give him more room, bucking your hips up as a silent plea to get Johnny to move faster, which he does. He drives his fingers into you quickly, thumb circling at your clit and your jaw hangs open, letting out every moan that bubbles in your throat. He pulls away from your neck for a moment, allowing you to remove your shirt before he bends down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks harshly on your nipple, fingers moving even faster in and out of you and your orgasm starts bubbling in your stomach. He lets the nipple go with a pop and then moves onto the other one, all the while curling his fingers to hit your g-spot and tightening the circles on your clit.

“F-fuck, Johnny—” you say, letting out a shaky breath. “I’m so close, sososo close.” Your hips buck up in an attempt to get just the tiniest bit more of pressure that will push you over the edge, but Johnny pulls his fingers away from you as soon as he feels you beginning to clench around his fingers and you whine loudly.

“What was that for?” You say with a pout, kicking your feet and on the brink of throwing a tiny tantrum. Johnny laughs, bringing his fingers up to your face and forcing them into your mouth. You lick his fingers clean, sucking on them lightly and he smiles at you before pressing a kiss onto your nose.

“Good girl,” Johnny says in a low voice. “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll get to cum. I want to try something with you, though.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, wiping them on the bedsheets and brings you in for a deep kiss. When he pulls away, you raise an eyebrow at him and he pets your head softly. “You want to try something new?”

Johnny nods. “You wanna 69?”

You let out a tiny gasp at his bluntness, but feel yourself clench around nothing at the thought. He laughs at your reaction, grinding his hips into yours and you can feel just how hard he is through his boxers. After thinking it over for a moment, you nod and Johnny gets into position, lying on his back and pushing his boxers all the way down. You get on top of his body, positioning your head just above Johnny’s dick, letting a trail of spit fall from your mouth and onto his tip. He groans at the feeling, hands gripping onto your hips and pulling your wet heat right to his face.

You wrap your lips around Johnny’s tip, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on it tightly. Johnny lets out a loud fuck, pulling your hips all the way down and licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance. The tip of his tongue pokes at your entrance and you begin to bob your head, slowly moving up and down and stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

He sucks your clit between his lips quickly and harshly, forcing you to moan around his dick. His tongue licks at your clit in quick strokes and you grind down onto him, chasing your orgasm from earlier. You pull your mouth off of his dick, using your spit as lube so you can stroke him quickly and resting your head on his thigh. You press your lips to the skin of his thigh, sucking the skin into your mouth to ease the sound of the moans coming out of your mouth. One of Johnny’s hands leaves your hip, two fingers slipping right into your wet heat as his mouth continues to abuse your clit. You bite onto his thigh, forcing Johnny to groan against your clit, and within seconds you’re falling apart around his fingers, clenching tightly as your hips stutter against his face and legs begin to tremble.

You release the skin of his thigh from your mouth, hand still stroking his dick so slowly he can barely feel it, panting as Johnny licks you through your orgasm. The sound of Johnny’s lips moving against you and tongue slurping forces a blush to rise on your cheek. the thought of someone walking past his room and hearing him eat you out coming into mind. Once you’re satisfied, you pull your hips away from him, thighs shaking violently as you try to hold yourself up over his body.

“You taste like candy,” Johnny says, licking his lips and delivering a harsh spank to your ass. “Do you think you can take another, babygirl?”

You nod, flopping onto the bed beside him and flashing a smile at him. “Are you even going to last?”

“Absolutely. I’m going to fuck you ’till the daylight, baby.” He steps off the bed, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. “Flip over, princess.”

“Yes, daddy,” you say jokingly, flipping over and pushing onto your hands and knees.

“Don’t say that,” Johnny says, pressing his tip against your hole. He pushes into you slowly and a moan gets caught in your throat at the feeling of his long, hard length sinking into you. You clench around him once he bottoms out and slaps your ass again.

“Why? You don’t like it?” You pause for a second. “Daddy?”

Johnny wastes no time, grabbing onto your hips and quickly thrusting in and out of you like his life depends on it. Your head falls onto the bed, your mouth hanging open and letting out a moan every time Johnny bottoms out and fills you completely. You start moving back, meeting each of Johnny’s thrusts as his hand travels from your hip, up your back, and digs into your hair. He pulls your hair, forcing your body up and off the bed and you let out a surprised scream at the feeling of Johnny tugging on your hair as his hips hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“You’re so fucking nasty,” Johnny says through groans as he thrusts into you harshly. The sound of skin slapping against skin is heard in the entire room, his bed frame hitting the wall with every thrust. “Jaemin and Jeno are right next door and here you are, letting them know how good you’re getting fucked. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

You shake your head ‘no’ as best as you can with Johnny still pulling your hair tightly, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the mention of the younger boys. You clench around Johnny, and his hips falter for just a second before he’s back to his almost inhumane pace.

“J-johnny, I’m so close,” you say, clenching around him again. Johnny lets go of your hair, your upper body falling back down onto the bed, and his fingers move to rub your clit as he seemingly begins to thrust faster. 

“Come on, babygirl. Call out to them, give Jeno and Jaemin something to jerk off to tonight,” Johnny says, drilling into you and rubbing your clit harshly. 

You shake your head as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “I c-can’t, Johnny, I can’t.”

“Do it or I’m not letting you cum,” Johnny says, pinching your clit between his fingers, pushing you even closer to the edge. He angles his hips, tip perfectly hitting your spot and within seconds, you’re tumbling over the edge with a cry.

“F-fuck, Jaem-Jeno-o-Johnny, feels so good,” you babble, clenching tightly around Johnny’s dick as he continues to thrust, letting you ride out your orgasm. The feeling of you clenching around Johnny is enough to push him over the edge. He bottoms out, pulling your hips flush against his as he finishes in thick white ropes, filling you to the brim. You fall onto the bed, Johnny’s softening dick slipping out of you, and he crouches down to be level with your crotch. He watches as his cum begins to seep out of you, two of his fingers instinctively pushing it back into you.

“Too much,” you whine. Johnny laughs, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He slips into bed, pulling your body close to his. Your head rests on his bare chest, legs tangling with his as his arms wrap around you. He moves your hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting out a satisfied sigh and sinking further into the bed. You close your eyes, snuggling into his side.

“I’m just going to take a quick nap,” you say.

“Quick nap? Baby, it’s nearly midnight, just go to sleep.”

“Nuh-uh. You said we’re going ‘till the daylight. Give me like 30 minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”

“You’re insane,” Johnny says with a laugh, his dick stirring at the thought of going for another around.

“You love it, though.”

“You got me there.”