#sorry I'm just gonna crawl right back under the rock I came from

[jadegr8]

They don't even know how special they are to me

[rhiezus]

“ i just have to say that i’m really nervous, sorry! ” // uchin x heather meus mcs do music bank favoritoooos

if u-chin could change something in the world, it would definitely be the way his life turned out until now. and not with that bullshit that everything he lived prepared him to this moment, he hated these sayings because it made him feel like everything was out of his control like his life was already planned ahead and the living was just a way to get there. this was no fun, it had to mean something more than what he had already seen or lived. but he wasn't gonna be one of those people that just blamed everything on the way his parents raised him, or the lack of money to pay the bills or - for god sake - his own decisions, unfortunately these were part of anyone's life and he was not gonna mumble about these like they were the reason for everything. whatever the fuck he was doing, he just wasn't ever sure if it ever was worth it. and of course, life had a way of making sure he knew that.

so heather was different kind of tale on his story, because he was not ready to know how to feel everything that he felt for her and even more how to react with it. and it got confusing, mostly it got unbearable for both of them. on one way he wishes he never got to meet her because then he wouldn't have found out what a great person she was and how much she illuminated his life and then he wouldn't keep needing her around. and on the other way, one that recently proved itself, he wanted to cherish her, to love her right like he knew he could and make each passing moment count as if it was the last one. this back and forth was destroying not only him as a person but also their friendship, something he never even knew he was capable of deserving it. whatever so, it was not fair specially to heather how much of a jackass he was. therefore, today was one of the days he left his complicated self on the door and entered the studio a selfish man that just wanted to give them everything they've been craving.

those words made him tingle with excitement, way more than he already was, this was unexpected of someone that acted so confident but if u-chin knew something about heather was how she was a thoughtful person. this came to life even when they were just making out on his couch, so imagine what else was on her mind when she mentioned feeling nervous. his hand dropped her face and instead of doing anything with them again, he opened his eyes to look in her eyes. "you don't have to apologize." u-chin wanted her to feel whatever she wanted to feel, even if that meant shoving him away and leaving him alone. he was scared of that feeling, she had full control over him and she didn't even know it. he wanted her to know it, wanted her to have it. perhaps tonight meant more than just having sex, perhaps it was time for heather to own his heart fully. right now, all the bullshit from before that he spent months thinking and justifying were just... bullshit, a pile of crap.

u-chin didn't have to think twice about it, instead he placed a few loosen strings of hair behind her ear and let his finger trace back the path from her ear to her lips. "i'm the one that is sorry. i'm sorry that i couldn't stop myself from loving you." it was like timed stopped for a moment so he could hear his heart beating out of his chest and he could only look at her, so bravely still there with him. a few months back he might have crawled under a rock after saying that to heather, but now was right, it was necessary. she needed to know how much of a coward he was and he needed her to now that it didn't matter if tomorrow he went back to being that guy, she still had him, even under all his insecurities and circumstances. "i love you, heather. sorry if i'm late." he felt a tear falling, he didn't had the time to process it because he kissed her again, tenderly. all his need was translated back in the way his lips were moving, the way his hand pushed her waist to him and placed her on top of him where she belongs.

[theolddivorcedzukka]

I am asking about your zukka mitski playlist because my interest has been peaked !!

hi anon i am aware that this ask was sent on july 1st and your interest is no longer piqued so oops and sorry :(

here is the playlist link in case u still want to listen to it and ill talk about it a bit under the read more!!

hiiii so the funny thing about this playlist is that it was from before i even started posting about divorced zukka but i still had the headcanon of zuko and sokka dating when younger, breaking up, and then getting back together as middle aged adults. the playlist follows that exact same sequence cause im too lazy to write the fic so this is my way of writing the divorced zukka fic

ok so im not gonna explain the whole thing but I'll try to be a bit brief about what the songs talk about without getting into Why cause i know i'll be here for hours if i do so

1-3: sokka's section. it is set in canon and the vibe here is "i need to be strong, i need to be brave and tough like my father, like a real man, i have depression, i need to be the warrior, i do all the protecting but who is going to save me, i'm just asking for a kiss, one day i am going to die, etc"

4-9: zuko's section. set in canon up till "working for the knife" which is about him being firelord which suuuuucks. ehh you get the gist of it he is flawed, he is fucked up, he doesn't know what he wants, he is the forest fire, he is watching himself burn, he just needs something that will fill him up, etc and then he is crowned firelord and he gets worse but in a different way

10-11: classic sokka and zuko parallelism. hungry to be something they cannot be, thinking that that thing is what they should want, that that is what they are really hungry for. Wrong

12-13: set in the boiling rock. both would be from sokka's perspective and first love late spring is there because of how zuko holds sokka back from doing this reckless thing alone and end up killing himself "one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge im on baby. tell me don't so i can crawl back in" and heat lightning is about sokka surrendering and giving in to accepting that he needs help, he can't do this alone and so he allows zuko and co to carry this load with him and work together to get out of tbr

14-15: zuko and sokka start dating years after the war. "come into the water" is basically "come here, let's take this risk together. we both know it could be a mess but we don't really care about that right now, tell me you want me to do this and i'll come into the water with you" and for a while, it is all good. sokka and zuko start falling in love, they start taking care of each other, thinking that they can heal like this together and it'll all be good. there is still some issues in there like sokka's protectiveness that can end up hurting him "while you sleep, i'll be scared. so by the time you wake, ill be brave" but during that period in their relationship, they feel like nothing can get to them as long as they're together in their safe space.

16-18: the problems arise. they both knew that this had to be secret because of zuko's position, homosexuality being illegal in the fire nation, the assassination attempts that could worsen if the truth came out, and both their reputations but it's hard keeping it secret when they wish they could be like this not only behind locked doors. as well as that, sokka feels inferior here in the fire nation and it's not just the way the court talks about and at him and the way he's treated because of the fire nation's racism, it's that feeling that in a way he is betraying the water tribe, his family, his mother, everyone. what is he doing here in a nation that caused him and everyone so much harm? and he can separate how he feels about zuko from how he feels about the fire nation but it feels wrong sometimes, they feel like the same person sometimes.

18: this could also be seen as the proposal gone wrong or what leads up to it. they both aren't talking things through with full honesty, they try to avoid conflict cause their relationship is their one good thing at the moment. "sorry i can't take your touch, it's not that i don't want you" is basically sokka refusing the proposal to me. those aren't his words, they both just burst out at each other and make it all a mess. and sokka wants zuko but he can't sacrifice himself to spend his whole life there in a nation that he just doesn't feel right in, which might be one of sokka's few "im doing this for me" moments, and so this ends their relationship. huzzah.

19: breakup song. thinking that's where you loved me. me too zukka

20-21: classic zuko self-deprecation momence. "when you leave me, i should die. i deserve it, don't i?" and "i don't blame you if you want to bury me in your memory, im not the boy i ought to be" etc

22: sokka's lament. "i know i ended it but why won't you chase after me?" i know that this is what i must do but why won't you come back and try to change my mind? what if you just don't care anymore? why didn't you stop me even if we both know that we can't change this?

23: "you're my best friend now i have no one to tell how i lost my best friend" no comment

24: aghhhh this love is a star it's so gone now it's so over

25: we are so back!!!! as reluctant friends. this is zuko and sokka's first formal reunion together where they actually sit down together and awkwardly talk and pretend they don't have feelings. they are both lying when they say they haven't told anyone ofc they have. in my mind, this is when zuko has izumi now and they're catching up and trying to be friends again

26-27: that doesn't fucking work, they don't want to be friends. they always want each other when they think they're finally fine, they're both foolish to bet on this "whatever it is" when they know they're bound to lose. they want each other but they can't have each other, they hold the cards, they have a chance but taking that risk could ruin everything

28: oh my gooood fuck it let's hook up for old time's sake but also we both know that this shit won't go anymore but let's take this chance only for today (becomes a frequent thing every time sokka visits)

29: sokka has a realization and finds out that zuko still does have feelings. he wanted him but he couldn't reach sokka again, he's been keeping all of him in his memory to try to keep that love and now Sokka knows. oh shit wtf what now?

30: zuko and sokka have a talk. they have a small moment. maybe there is slow dancing involved. it really was foolish of us to think that we could stay the same. it would be so wonderful to go back to when we were younger, that short time was beautiful while it lasted. we both know that there is love in here but it can't happen again. im sorry

31: SIKE!!!! WE ARE SO BACK FR THIS TIME. you are the one i want, you're the one i've got, i'm not wasting this one lifetime without you. i will be the one you need, the way i can't be without you

32: zukka undivorced arc baby zukka back together. i know i've kissed you before but i didn't do it right, i haven't kissed you the way i should. let me kiss you like it used to be, not hurried or desperate, let me do it right and let me try again and again and again until we get it right. maybe there is no way to get it right and perfect but they still kiss so it's a perfect excuse

33: zuko and sokka retire, zuko ends the monarchy, they run off to the water tribe together just like they planned from the beginning. they could be anywhere but it doesn't matter where, they just want to be still with each other

34: *sokka voice* yue i just had a weird prophetic dream so if i die, look after zuko for me

35: sokka death scene amv. zuko loses sokka forever this time and there's no coming back now. he doesn't know how to be strong anymore if sokka isn't here to see him

36: zuko death scene amv. go get your stupid death on a rocking chair all calm and peaceful, old man

37: end credits

[twilghtkoo]

#84 and #110 please for the love foolish series! maybe y/n and haechan had an argument before haechan went out to drink with the dreamies

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. comfort fluff

warnings. haechan is drunk

prompts. #84 "it's always gonna be you baby" and #110 "you're pretty." "you're drunk."

prompt list | series masterlist | taglist

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"aye man, you've been staring at your drink since we sat down. what's up?" mark asks, pretty sure he's asking for all the dreamies. haechan's usual cheerful attitude was replaced with a depressed looking haechan. and his quietness during the conversation was unusual.

jaemin nods, "yeah. what's wrong?" he asks, concerned for his friend.

haechan has been staring at his drink since he sat down. his middle finger and thumb gripping the side of the glass as he swirls the drink inside in a circular motion. his mind replaying the argument he had with you before he left your apartment.

he wonders if you are crying right now. are you sad? are you mad at him?

he sighs, "we had a fight."

"who's we?" jisung quesetions, earning a smack on his arm from renjun. "him and yn, idiot." haechan hears renjun scold the youngest.

"what happened?" mark asks.

haechan pursed his lips, lowering his head in self-shame.

"i was being a dick. she has this project she has to work with her classmate and it's a guy and she was on her phone all day texting this guy and i didn't know he was a classmate, let alone someone she has to work with. and i was asking why she was giving this guy more attention than me and..yeah.." haechan tells his members, trailing off towards the end.

jaemin shakes his head, "and you came to drink with us when you have an upset girlfriend at home because?"

haechan sucks his teeth, leaning his back against the wall, slouching. "i don't know if she wants to see me right now." without a thought he reaches over, picking up his drink and downs it with ease.

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"haechan i need you to work with me here before i just drop you here and let you freeze outside." chenle huffs, finally arriving at your front door. chenle losing rock, paper, scissors and having to drag his best friend up a flight of stairs to your door was not how he expected his night to go. maybe he should've stayed home with daegal.

"hey, how you know my girlfriend's address?" haechan cocks an eyebrow, turning his head (that felt a little bit heavy but that's just the alcohol) to look at him.

chenle knocks on your door again after a bit. "because you gave me the address, idiot." he snaps under his breath.

"not me, you." haechan points at him with his finger and his lips.

finally, chenle hears the sound of you unlocking your door, the sound of angels he thinks. you open the door, hair disheveled as if you had just crawled out of your bed (in which, you did) and your pajamas slightly wrinkled from the previous nights of slumber.

you're standing in front of your drunk boyfriend and his sober friend, rubbing your eye with the palm of your hand.

you don't really say anything, only sheepishly smile at chenle, before helping him carry haechan into your apartment and plopping him on the couch.

"oof."

"sorry, i'm sure he was a pain getting up here." you apologize to chenle.

shaking his head, "well he for sure wasn't getting up here himself like that. sorry for keeping him late and goodnight yn." chenle bids you goodbye before showing himself to the door and quietly leaving.

leaving you and your drunk, mean boyfriend alone.

you let out a deep breath. "haechan let's get you ready for bed." you poke his limp arm that hangs off the couch. his eyes are closed but you’re pretty sure he’s awake.

he groggily shakes his head. “no i want to go to my girlfriend’s.” he whines.

despite how he had made you feel earlier in the day, he was being too cute, you let a small smile lift your lips.

you crouch down to pick up his arm, using all your strength in pulling him to sit up. “haechan you’re here. you’re with me, come on.” you groan.

he pauses sitting up, his drowsy eyes stare up into yours, mouth agape. “yn?” hoping that he isn’t dreaming and that your warmth from your hold on his arm doesn’t go away. 

you nod, “yes it’s me. come on let’s go to bed. i’m tired.”

the ends of his eyes shrink when he smiles. “you’re pretty.”

“you’re drunk.”

he finally lets you pull him off the couch, dragging him to the end of the hall where your bedroom is. “i don’t wanna shower. i wanna lay in bed with you.” he complains.

you huff, “haechan your clothes are dirty. at least wash your body. yeah?”

“no, what if i go in the shower and i come back out and your gone?” he mutters, he pulls away from your hand and slumps himself onto the foot of your bed. 

you stare at him blankly as he tries to unbutton his jeans and shrug them off, you can hear him mumble to himself but it just sounds slurred. 

you shut your eyes and sigh. 

“okay, no shower. lets get your jacket off.”

“and my shirt, it’s hot.” he murmurs.

it’s actually pretty cold in your apartment but you don’t object him. helping him slide out of his clothes without struggling, leaving him in only his briefs.

he scoots himself up to his usual side of the bed when he stays over while you take his clothes and toss them into the hamper. you’ll do a load tomorrow, you tell yourself. 

you crawl back into bed, digging yourself under your comforter as you lie on your side facing your boyfriend. even though he was on the verge of passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow, when he heard you get into bed next to him he instantly scooted closer to you. pulling you in his arms as he tucks his head into the space where your neck and collarbone meet. he debates if he should kiss the skin that is centimeters from his lips, wondering if you’ll get mad at him or annoyed. but he does it anyway, willing to face the consequences. 

yet he drifts off to sleep with a smile on his lips when he feels you kiss the top of his head. 

“it’s always gonna be you baby. get some sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow.” 

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[nilolol30]

Endangered: 13

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When I finally woke up it felt like I slept on a rock pile leaning up I saw I was in a really old cell the light was broken and leaning on the bed but the wire wasn't broken next to a toilet under the sink was and old rusted companion with no head.

The floor was wet I don't really want to think of what the liquid was but the cell door was closed and locked with a single drone flying past over and over and right in front of the bed was a broken vent but I would definitely not fit in.

"Right... Blazer you bastard" my shoulder still hurts from the shots I was about to rub them but as soon as I touched them it suddenly hurts way more standing up from the bed I looked out from the bars of the door I couldn't see to much and the drone ignored me a continuing it's little patrol.

I definitely couldn't use the light as a weapon too big for me to carry and I couldn't use it to open the door suddenly I heard small feet tapping from the vent and suddenly Stray crawled out.

"Stray guess that jerk tricked you too... And your bag is gone did they take B-12?" I kneeled down giving Stray a scratch he meowed rubbing his head on my hand.

"Sorry buddy but I don't think I can get out of here you gotta find the others promise to come back for me through okay?" Looked like Stray understood and gave my hand a comforting lick and crawled back into the vent soon I saw Stray run past my cell.

Now it's just a waiting game really...

God I swear when I see Blazer again I'm gonna turn him into a toaster I don't know electronics but I'll find an instruction book somehow.

Bet those gold chains were fake too...

A few times I tried to get the drone to come closer to my cell I don't know maybe I could grab it or hit it break it some something but all it did was ignore me probably because I'm not a threat at the moment.

But soon Stray came back he quickly gave me a bunch of keys and hid I waited for the drone to pass by and fiddled around with they keys and found the right one as soon as I opened the cell I ran and hid behind a big trash container.

Stray went to my side and lead me up one of the levels by climbing the container I saw the others waiting once they saw me climb up they all ran over.

"Human you're okay thank goodness!" Momo gave me a hug but pulled back for Doc to quickly look me down.

"You're not injured?" I shook my head Seamus pulled his father back to stop him from examining me to much.

"When Blazer brought you in I nearly malfunctioned I swear when I see him I'll beat him to a pulp" Clementine huffed folding her arms.

"You and me both but we should focus on getting out of here and finding B-12" Stray seemed to agree with me and the others nodded.

"Right that's a good idea where not safe just yet" Clementine nodded I handed her the keys and picked up Stray we walked over to a bigger gate and Clementine unlocked it.

"I knew that Blazer guy was suspicious..." Seamus mumbled hugging his arms to stop his shaking Doc put his hand on his son's shoulder as a form of encouragement.

We walked down stairs and was about to go through another door when Stray jumped from my arms and ran over to the railings meowing at us to follow looking over we saw B-12 in some kind of box.

"So much security for one little drone..." Doc muttered.

"He's not just a drone..." He really wasn't Stray meowed and looked at us.

"Don't worry let's get him back" Clementine waved us to follow her to another door we all slowly walked behind her Clementine held her hand out to stop me from getting ahead.

Then we saw a wall with a bunch of windows Clementine slowly tried to peak out but quickly put her back to the wall pulling me to the wall with her the others copied the action.

"Stray you're small and fast you go through that opening and rescue B-12" Clementine then points to a gap at a desk Stray waisted no time and ran through.

"Don't worry son that cat is sneaky and speedy he won't get caught" Doc patted Seamus.

"Agreed the sentinels did confiscate anything of ours so that drone must still have the battery after this we will get out of this town" Momo says while softly holding onto my jacket sleeve.

Suddenly the power of the security went down they drones was on more high alert soon Stray came back holding B-12 in his mouth coming over he drops B-12 and we waited... Suddenly B-12 flew up and we all sighed in relief B-12 did a flip and put Straus backpack on.

"I felt like I was trapped in my labs computer system again. All alone. But you all came back for me. I can't believe it you're all good friends"

"I'm so glad that we are all together again. But we're not safe yet we need to find a way out of here, can you open that door just there?" Clementine pointed to a small control panel B-12 nodded and opened the door for us all.

Now we're in a bigger room with a bunch of trash containers looks like Clementine doesn't have a key for this but Stray jumps up a container and pushed a pile of bricks causing us all to turn to him.

"Oh good idea little one!" Momo gave Stray a pat Clementine walked over and picked up a brick.

"Okay guys stand back" Clementine walked back a little and we all stood behind her with a really good throw Clementine smashed the glass above the gate.

"I love the sound of glass breaking" I mumbled getting a strange look from Seamus Clementine walked to the gate a crouched down patting her head Stray quickly jumped on honestly that was adorable.

After getting on the other side Stray jumped on a leaver opening the gate walking to another Clementine looked around.

"Those sentinels are blocking the way again. They will spot is instantly maybe Stray can try to bait them into those cells and lock them in?" Clementine slightly opened the gate for Stray as they run through.

"I feel like that cat is braver than me..." Momo mumbled.

"He is" Doc retorted.

"Hey!" I could hear Momo smack Doc on the back of his head.

"Okay the first half of the sentinels are gone let's go" Clementine lead us through the first half of an old basketball court and slightly opened the gate for Stray this time it was two sentinels he has to stick.

"Papa..." Seamus was looking at the companion laying on the wall screen black with green writing Doc pulled Seamus over and forcibly turned his head away.

"Don't look son"

"Okay Stray cleared the way" leading is through the basketball court we make it to another door now we're in some sort of waiting room?

Clementine started to try and pick the lock and Stray suddenly dissapeared! Oh wait he crawled through the vent now on the other side Stray jumped onto another leaver and now we face a bigger sealed door.

"This door! It's the only way out of this jail I think we can open it from that control room over there we have to find a way to get access to that room though let's all look around" we all nodded and separated to look in certain parts of the area.

Soon I heard a jingle Stray was at a car hitting at the keys, who leaves there keys in a car at a prison?? Nevermind it's helping us.

"We're in luck they left the keys in the door! Hop on the back of the truck you should be able to jump over the fence to access the secure area" Clementine hopped into the small car and Stray jumped onto the small back after reversing the car Stray jumps over.

"We will have to drive to outrun the sentinels since there isn't much room human you sit on my lap the rest of you guys jump undothe cover in the back it's just empty boxes" Clementine opens the door for me as the others walked to jump in the back I could hear Doc and Momo mutter something.

Hopping and sitting on Clementine's lap now we just wait for Stray the the door opens and sentinel drones swarmed Clementine quickly adjusted me and started to speed off.

"Wait what about Stray!"

"Don't worry he's catching up the others on the back will grab him"

Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if Clementine doesn't have a drivers license we nearly hit pretty much everything and swerved everywhere with a big turn we were at the gate near the train with no time Clementine picked me up and everyone jumps out of the car and run in Momo closing the gate we all jumped hiding behind trash as the sentinels flew by.

Soon it was safe and we all stood up B-12 flew out.

"Thank goodness we all made it let's go before they find us!"

"Agreed" Clementine nodded.

"Actually Clem thanks for the ride but may you please put me down" I don't want Clementine to use up her strength carrying me.

"Oh right" she carefully set me back down and we made our way down the stairs.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

One Night...

This is part 2 to One Night 12 Days Ago...

WARNINGS: Fluff, 18+ readers, smut, oral (f-receiving), unprotected sex, breast play, breastfeeding kink? Daddy!Bucky, Papa!Bucky, self loathing, own body shame, body worship

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Bucky ignored the princess tiara that was sat on his head thanks to Morgan making him wear it (along with Sam and Steve), and focused on you and his little girl. Even though she was here and almost four months old, Bucky still couldn't believe she was actually real and all his and yours. She was perfect. You, we're perfect.

"Buck, you listening?" Steve nudged his friend.

Bucky blinked and tore his gaze away from you as you fed his daughter. "Hmm?"

"Course he ain't listening. Look at him, all lovesick puppy, drooling over his baby's mama." Sam teased before taking a swig of his beer.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh making both men laugh at him.

"Ignore him, Buck, he's just jealous." Steve smiled and put his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "How is fatherhood treating you?"

Bucky's lips stretched out into a giant grin. "It's great."

He really loved being a dad. The past year had been a roller-coaster of emotions, but Bucky didn't regret his decision he made that day you told him.

"And how's the new house coming along? Y/N said you've been working hard." Steve smiled, although he was a little disheartened he hadn't had the time recently to help you and Bucky out.

"Almost finished." Bucky grinned, "Just got the master bedroom and guest room to redecorate and then that's the whole house."

"Then you've got the yard to start." Sam reminded.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah... Gonna need all the help I can get with that." He chuckled.

"I've got some time off coming up, Bucky. I'll come visit you guys and help out." Steve smiled proudly at his best friend.

"Me too." Sam offered, "Plus, we could always get Groot to help out." The three men burst out laughing together.

"... It's our one year anniversary tomorrow," Bucky smiled. "I'm gonna-"

A high pitched wail cut Bucky off and put him on high alert. "Oh, baby," You cooed softly as your little girl began crying. You stood up, rocking your daughter as big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Are those nasty teeth bugging you again." You spoke softly, "Shall we get papa to help? Hmm?"

Bucky's heart broke, "Duty calls." Bucky quickly jogged over to where you were. "Papa's here, princess," Bucky scooped his little girl up, kissing her little cheek softly before letting her suckle softly on his left index finger.

Who would have thought the hand Bucky was so scared of for all those years, would be the only thing to bring his little girl comfort.

Steve and Sam watched from afar, shaking their heads as they drank their beer.

"Ugh, it's sickening, isn't it?" Sam smirked.

Steve nodded and smiled to himself as he watched Bucky calm your daughter down like a pro. "Disgusting really."

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Pepper was looking after your little girl, Bucky was downstairs cooking your anniversary meal whilst you were stood in front of your floor length mirror frowning.

All day you'd been excited for tonight, you'd even bought yourself a new dress. But then you put it on and began to doubt the decision because of the way you felt you looked. Bucky was a fool to be with you. Not that he had any choice. He'd be better off with someone different. God, you hated yourself.

"Why are you crying?"

You looked up from your reflection and met Bucky's eyes in the mirror, surprised by his presence. "Oh, hormones-"

"Don't." Bucky sighed as he stepped into your shared bedroom. "I know when you're lying, Y/N." He frowned softly at you as he came up behind you. He rested his hands on your hips and rested his chin on your shoulder. "You look beautiful." He whispered.

"I don't have any make up on yet, Buck." You scoffed and stepped out of his hold.

Bucky frowned, "You don't need it."

You scoffed again. "Right. Cause bags under the eyes is such a sexy look. Not that you'd know," You muttered.

"You don't have bags, Y/N. And, you never answered my question."

"It doesn't matter." You whispered, sitting down on your side of the bed.

"It does. If something has upset you, tell me, I can fix it and make it better." He smiled softly at you.

You shook your head, "You can't fix me, so... Just forget it."

Bucky stared at you with his mouth gaped. "Fix you? What are you talking about? You don't need to be fixed."

"Yes I do." You looked up at him. "My body has changed, it's saged and stretched and... I'm not, like you. I'm getting old..."

"You're still beautiful, Y/N. And, you're body changed because it was growing our little girl. It changed for the better. And, you haven't saged..." Bucky smiled as he walked up to you. He reached down and pulled you up onto your feet. He pinched your chin and lifted your face to look at him. "You're still the same woman I fell in love with."

Before any words could pass your lips Bucky kissed you deeply. Your hands moved up his sides and up to his shoulders, hugging him closer to you as Bucky held your face close to his.

"Let me show you," Bucky whispered against your lips. "Like you showed me, when I would feel down..." Bucky kissed you softly. "Let me love you..." He trailed his lips across your jaw and down the side of your neck, smirking against your skin as you let out a breathy moans, "... Like you love me."

"Yes," You crashed your mouth against his in a heavy kiss, pulling at his shirt.

You worked together to undress one another, your lips and teeth leaving trails across each other's skin with soft praises.

Bucky let out a soft moan as he knelt back from you, his hands sliding up your thighs as he took in your naked body underneath him. "I've missed you, baby," He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to your right hip and then your left before pressing one to the stretch marks just to the side of your belly button. "Your so beautiful... Even more than before... My sexy... Mama," Bucky smirked, kissing everywhere he could.

You let out a small giggle, pushing on his forehead to get him to stop. "Bucky, I need you... Please."

Bucky smirked as he leaned over you, "Gotta let daddy have a taste first, baby."

You let out a low moan and nodded as you bit your bottom lip.

Bucky moved back down your bottom. Lightly flicking his tongue over your nipples as he fif, smirking as you mewled and gasped at the sensation. He trailed his lips down your body until he came to your thighs. He lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders brfitr he dived right in.

"Fuck!" You cried out as Bucky devoured your cunt.

Bucky wasn't lying when he said he'd missed you. Since you'd given birth to your baby girl had been born, you'd put a wall up around yourself. You hardly showed your beautiful body off any more. He missed being intimate with you, and not just because the sex was always great. He missed showering or bathing with you. He missed laying around naked in bed doing nothing, laughing and making jokes, or walking around in your underwear as you talked first thing on a morning. He missed massaging your sore feet or painting your toe nails for you because you couldn't bend down to do them. He even missed when you did his that one time. He missed just being close to you.

You whined pushing yourself up on your elbows when Bucky pulled back just before you came.

Bucky chuckled as he pushed himself up. "What? You thought I was gonna let you cum just like that?" He winked.

"Tease," You pouted.

Bucky crawled over you until he came eye to eye with you. "Like you don't tease me." He grinned down at you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"Please... Bucky," You breathed heavily as Bu KY trailed his lips down your throat.

Bucky smirked against you, "Think you're ready, baby? Shouldn't I open you up?"

"Just fuck me, Bucky," You moaned deeply as he lightly bit your shoulder. "Please."

Bucky crashed his his lips hard against yours as he slipped his cock through your slick pussy. You both moaned softly, hands holding each other closer.

You let out a long drawn out moan as Bucky slowly pushed the head of his cock inside your pussy.

"Fuck," You both moaned together.

You tightened your arms around Bucky's body, pulling him closer as he rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper. Your nails dug into Bucky's back, leaving behind half moon crests.

"Fuck," Bucky panted, "Baby, you feel so good," He ran his nose along the length of your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as Bucky lightly bit your neck and lathered his tongue over the marks. You let out a soft gasp as you felt something wet smudge against Bucky's chest. "Buck, I'm-"

"Shit," Bucky pulled back and looked down to your chest. White droplets pebbled from your nipples. "Oh, baby," He whispered before he bent down and began to softly lick at your left nipple, moaning at the sweet taste of your milk. "... So... Good,"

You muttered and whimpered, wrapping your legs around Bucky's waist as he drove his hips harder into you. "Yes! Oh," Your eyes screwed shut as tingles ran across your skin. "Oh god, yes... Yes!" Your body spasmed as your toes curled and your orgasm ran through your body.

Bucky's stilled as he followed, breathing heavily against your neck and he squeezed your body against his. "Fuck," He kissed your shoulder softly and repeatedly. Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you as not to hurt your sensitive body and rolled over onto his side. "I-"

The scent of something burning hit your nostrils. "Did you leave the oven-" Before you could finish the sound of the fire alarm cut you off.

"Oh, fuck!" Bucky quickly jumped out of bed, quickly grabbing his pants as he ran out the door.

You let out an amused giggle, slowly and carefully getting out of bed. You'd missed your body feeling this way. You missed being with Bucky.

"What the?" Your toes touched something as your feet touched the floor. You frowned softly at the small box on the floor.

Bucky huffed angrily as he slammed the burnt chicken down on the side. Everything was going perfect. "Damn it!"

"Bucky,"

"I'm sorry, baby, I fucked up." He sighed deeply and leaned against the counter so his back was to you. "What shall we do? Take out? Or, make a sandwich?" He huffed out a laugh before letting out a frustrated sigh.

You sighed softly, "Buck," You whispered, slowly walking around the counter until you came up behind him. "You didn't fuck up," You gently trailed your hands around Bucky's waist and over his toned stomach. "You got carried away." You giggled, pressing your lips against Bucky's naked back.

Bucky sighed. "M'sorry, doll, I wanted it to be special." He reached up with his flesh hand and took yours as they settled on his pecks.

You smiled against his back. "It is." You tapped your left hand against his chest. "See? I love you too, Bucky."

Bucky frowned and looked down. His eyes widened as he they landed on your ring finger. "God damn it," He groaned and took your left hand in his metal fingers. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at you. "We've still got dessert..."

[umiarumi]

fucking three houses | raphael kirsten

try to write serious raphael smut challenge (impossible difficulty)

You grunted as your boots skidded against the grass, grimacing as the deer ran in an opposite direction. Watching it run into a distant flower field? You assumed that's what it was at least, otherwise completely clueless to what the hell those plants are.

Sighing, you cursed under your breath as another catch got away. Hunting for the monastery was never something you minded, yet, despite your upbringing, you weren't all too good at it.

You bit your lip before deciding to take after the catch. You weren't about to lose some good praise from Byleth just because of some dumb flower field! "Damnit, it won't hurt to try!"

You sprinted off into the flower field, ignorant of the sickly sweet smell of the pollen. It flew into the air as your nimble feet ran swiftly through the field. The pollen fell upon you and your hair, making you sneeze.

"Welp, no doubt they're flowers." You mumbled to yourself, eyes peeled open for any sight of a catch, as you exited the field, you crouched down to get a silent, low-profile scan of the place.

Funnily enough, it didn't occur to you how a certain tingle sent a pant down your spine. The way a rush of blood spurred through you.

"Nothing yet... damn, why am I so puffed?" You panted, wiping your forehead.

Chuckling, you got up and silently stalked the surrounding area. Raph could wait a while longer, but even though his love for food encouraged you, the sheer size of the dude didn't bring you too much hope.

"Well, everything aside, I still have the fish and herbs. Nothing like a bit of 'I tried!' To solve the day!" You cheered yourself up. Yet, that was when you noticed it.

You noticed the tingle which travelled down your spine, the bursts of heat rushing to your core, the pumping blood which seemed to heighten your senses.

"Then, what the hell did I run through..." You pondered. Trudging back through the field, memorising the appearance of the flowers. "I'll tell Manuela about these, if only we still had the other classes... Dedue or Ashe could've known something?"

As soon as you exited the other side, that oh so familiar pang struck you. You groaned as you slipped to the ground. "Fuck... what the hell?"

You crawled towards a tree, shielding your vulnerability. The sudden urge to satisfy and be satisfied was all too familiar to you now. Damnit! If only Claude or Ignatz were here, they wouldn't mind... surely.

"Ngh, damnit." You huffed, looking around the dense forest. You'd never been too much of an exhibitionist, and as undeniably hot as the thought of getting off in front of anyone was, you couldn't entertain it now.

God, it felt like you would die if you didn't satisfy yourself now. "Just... for safety... right?" You groaned, hand making its way down to your shorts.

You'd swapped out the armour for shorts considering the tiring activity, yet that useless information didn't plague you now. What was restricting you from getting your needs was.

Lifting your hips, you slipped out of your shorts and underwear. You moaned softly as your significantly colder hands met your heated pussy.

Your fingers delicately rubbed your clit, before diving straight in. You had no time nor interest in teasing yourself, you just needed release.

As you pumped your middle and index fingers in and out of your vagina, the only sounds of the forest seemed to be the birds chattering and the lewd sloshing of your cunt.

You groaned in annoyance, it wasn't enough. It wasn't deep enough, it wasn't big enough. You needed to be filled, it was such a base desire... why can't you fill it?!

"Hey, is that you pal?" The booming voice of Raphael called out to you.

You hissed a curse, scrambling to be at least somewhat decent, yet it was too late.

"Raphael, I-I can explain!" You interrupted him, his grin coming down onto your body before it faulted.

"W-Woah! You're naked! I'm sorry!" He yelled, and you quickly shushed him.

"Q-quieter please, Damn! I-I walked into some weird flowers... they made me... this way." You mumbled, panting at the emptiness.

He slowly nodded, looking over to the field you suggested. "And it's making you, uh, wanna do the dirty?" He asked curiously, laughing.

"Well, yeah." You bluntly stated.

"But, no matter. I'll deal with it when we get back..." You groaned, shifting to stand up.

"I can help you, ya know." He deadpanned, looking down at you. The sheer difference in size was only more noticeable in this situation. It made you wonder.

You don't know how you got here, men offering themselves to you... well, you weren't complaining.

"Y-you can...? You really don't mind?" You asked incredulously, heaving as you held his gaze

"Yeah, you're a friend in need and who am I to deny you! Besides, you are really pretty..." He blushed, looking away.

You would usually blush, but the heat on your face simply couldn't get redder right now.

"Then, Raphael... please."

And with your words, he leant over to pick you up. You gasped as you were lifted, body relieved as it was stripped of its constant tightening.

"Wow, you're already so wet. But, uh, could you help me warm up a little more?" He asked, looking down at the growing bulge in his pants. It wasn't even fully hard?! How the hell would that fit... no... no, you needed that in you. It didn't matter, he would be the one to satisfy you.

As he shrugged his slacks off, he grinned nervously at you. Your jaw hung open, he could hold a record with that thing.

"You don't mind if I use you, right?" He asked cautiously, asking for your consent.

"Please, do." You said, drooling at the anticipation.

He nodded, moving you up and down his dick, the wetness of your cunt giving him lubricant. The two of you moaned softly.

After a few repeated motions of this, he grew rock hard. You gulped, yet it felt more out of excitement than nerves now.

"You ready?" He asked, tilting his head. It was funny, even now he reminded you of a big puppy.

You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation.

And no sooner did you feel your back get slammed against the tree, did you feel the overwhelming filling sensation of Raphael bottoming out.

You moaned in unison, basking in the pleasure. Yet it only got better as he began to thrust, pushing you against the tree.

You opened your squeezed eyes to see the once nervous young man now a grinning, overarching figure,

The sight made you moan louder, and Raphael moved one hand supporting you to unbutton your top. As he tore your bra off, your face darkened impossibly further as your tits bounced out.

Raphael's gaze became transfixed on the routine bouncing and slapping of your tits, and so he thrust harder. You groaned, feeling yourself tighten.

"It's alright now, I'm gonna make you feel all better!" He groaned, slamming in and out of you harder. You could hardly even moan anymore, gasping in routine with his thrusts.

"Soooooo good, Raph!" You slurred, struggling to speak. He smirked at this, laughing as he thrust harder.

"You're so tight! But, you're a real good girl for fitting me in, nice and snug." He complimented, spurring you closer to your end.

You couldn't think, no... you didn't even want to. The overwhelming pleasure of Raphael's dick in and out of you was too much. Too good.

"You look so tasty like this! I'll have to try you some time!" He grunted as he stopped speaking, and as he felt you tighten around him, he got the signal.

The thrusting got impossibly deeper, harder and faster. Just how much stamina did he have?!

That was a stupid question, we're talking about Raphael here.

With a sudden, sharp, thrust you felt your cunt spasm. "Oh-Ooohhhh~" You moaned, body relaxing and tightening. Raphael bit his lip, apologising as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You couldn't let out a noise, the overstimulating pleasure all too much.

And at the extra tightening, Raphael let out a loud groan as he came, the spurts of cum filling you up, a fulfilling warmth encompassing you.

"Now, let's just make sure that pollen hasn't got you anymore... a few more rounds should help, and I'm not tired!"

"W-wait, more!?"

[nicolewoo]

The Weekend Part 2

Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader), Fergal Devitt X Reader (Finn Balor X Reader), Drew Galloway X Reader (Drew McIntyre X Reader)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

Fergal fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. He hadn't been sleeping well, so I was happy to see it. I, on the other hand, couldn't get my mind to stop spinning. This afternoon had been so amazing right up until the jealousy. We'd have to figure that out before any permanent decisions were made.

 After a while, I realized that I wasn't going to be able to sleep. The best thing I could do is get up, drink some water and play a little candy crush until I could relax.  As I sat on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt, I thought back to today. I wanted all 3 of my men to feel appreciated, and in truth, Joe had one on one time with me this afternoon. If that was what caused the jealousy, I simply need to let Drew know I cared for him too.

 Silently, I slipped into Drew's room and out of my t-shirt. He started stirring as I held back the blankets to slip into bed. His deep gravelly voice asked, “Princess?” I crawled into his arms, smiling as I felt his kiss on my forehead. Leaning up, I brushed my lips with his. I felt him smile as he pulled me closer to him. Knowing that his chest hair would tickle my face all night, I rolled over and pressed my back to his front. I felt his heavy, muscled arm drape over me and pulled me close to him. He let out a contented sigh and fell back to sleep. I followed soon after.

   The bed shifted as Drew climbed out of it. Bright rays of sunshine streamed through the curtain. “Princess,” Drew whispered. “Go back to sleep, love.” I tried, but it wasn't happening. As I went to stretch, I realized that nearly every muscle in my body was sore. Really sore! I squeaked out a little yelp just as Drew came back to the room from the bathroom.

 “Are you ok?” He was by my side before I even finished the yelp; his hands running to my cheeks.

 I covered his hands with mine and assured him I was. “I'm really sore this morning.” I grinned up at him.

 He simply smirked down at me. “I don' doubt it, princess.”

 “Listen, I know this is funny, and I'll be happy to laugh about it after it stops hurting.” I fake whimpered which elicited a warm smile from him. “Could you get the Tylenol out of my purse?” I asked.  

 “Yes, ma'am.” He left, and I could hear him in the kitchen. “Guys, we might have to change our plans for today. Our princess is sore.”

 The sound of Joe's chuckle filled the air, and I heard Drew explain that it would be best if they could not tease me about it yet. Fergal ducked his head in the door and came to my side. He pulled the blankets back and started running his hands over my legs massaging the sore muscles. “You ok, luv?” he asked. I assured him I would be, but taking a hike today was not a good idea.

 Drew returned with my purse, “I'm not gettin' in your purse. Who knows what kinda stuff you've got in there?” He passed me the bag, and I grabbed the Tylenol.

 “What the heck do you think I keep in my purse?” I teased as he handed me some water.

 “I don' wanna know.” He smiled before looking at Ferg, “Why don' we make some breakfast in bed for our gal?”

 Fergal agreed. “Stay here,” he said brushing a sweet kiss to my forehead.  The idea of my men taking care of me was tempting, but I had to get up to stretch out, so I pulled my sore muscles out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I joined the guys in the kitchen, they all looked disappointed.

 “We were gonna serve ya breakfast in bed, princess.” Drew said as he pulled me in for a hug.

 “I have to stretch these muscles out anyway.” I said as I took a seat at the table.

 Joe came behind me and placed a plate of food in front of me. “Maybe we can give you a massage later to help.” He offered after placing a kiss on top of my head.

 The three of them massaging me? Oh, I could go for that! “That sounds fantastic.” I admitted.

 As Fergal sat next to me and gave me a quick kiss, “I t'ink we can handle t'at. Did you have trouble sleeping?” He arched an eyebrow at me.

 I couldn't answer with my mouth full so I nodded. When my mouth was empty, I whispered to him, “I hope that's ok?” I referred to leaving him and joining Drew for sleep.

 “Of course, luv.” He squeezed my hand. He continued, “So, you’re not up for a hike today?” he asked.

 I answered a bit too quickly, “No!” which elicited a smile from all three men. “But I know you Ferg. You're going to get cabin fever if you stay here all day.”

 “Cabin fever?” he asked.

 “Restless.” I answered.

 “Bored, and she's right Ferg. You can barely sit still on a regular basis. Why don't you and Drew go hiking? I won't mind staying here with Y/N.” Joe said.

 I could tell the offer was made with the best intentions, but a spark of anger crossed Drew's eyes. I tapped Fergal's leg with my hand and nodded for him to see Drew's jealousy. He placed his hand on mine and ran his fingers over my knuckles. He nodded at me to let me know he'd seen.

 “Boys,” I glared at all three of them. “We need to talk. Grab your breakfasts and sit down.” I commanded. A look of apprehension passed Joe's face, and Drew grimaced. Once they were seated, I started. “If this is going to be a permanent situation, we've gotta get some things straight. I've noticed a lot of jealousy already.” I looked from Drew to Joe, and both hung their heads in guilt.  “Fergal and I have talked, and we are interested in continuing this, but we've got to get a handle on this jealousy right now.” Ferg nodded in agreement. “Each of you has traits that I adore. Joe,” I looked at him and placed my hand on his forearm, “You're my sweet teddy bear. Drew,” I said placing my hand on his forearm in the same way, “You're my giant Scottish King. You two HAVE to understand that you are both important to me. If you two are jealous of each other, this won't work. Drew, do you want to continue this? With all three of us?” I looked at him.

 “Aye, Princess. I'm sorry.” He grabbed my hand off his arm and kissed my knuckles.

 “Joe, Do you want to continue this with all three of us?”

 “Yes, baby girl.” He rubbed my knuckle with his thumb.

 “I'm going to need you guys to communicate your needs with me too. If something isn't right, I want you to tell me. If you need more one on one time with me, communicate that to me. We can work through it. Do you both agree?” They both did, and I looked to Fergal. “Babe?”

 “You know I'm good with this.” He smiled at me. We had talked about it before going to bed last night.

 “Good. Now....” I started thinking of how to handle today. “Why don't you all go find a gym and get a good workout after breakfast? I can stay here and stretch out my muscles. Hopefully, I can get back to feeling somewhat normal again.”

 “The offer of a massage still stands.” Drew said softly.

 “How about we do that after your workout?” I asked.

 “You got it, baby girl.” Joe replied for both of them.

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  “Massage time!” Drew announced as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. “Let’s get these clothes off Princess.”

 There were hands everywhere quickly removing my clothes as well as their own. “You need to take your clothes off to give me a massage?” I asked.

 Joe huffed out a laugh. “Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what’s going to happen after this massage.” He picked me up and unceremoniously flipped me onto my stomach. The men had obviously discussed a plan of attack before they got back to the cabin, because they each took their place right away.

 Joe was in charge of my right side, Drew on my left and Ferg stood knelt next to my head massaging my neck and shoulders. We may have known how the massage was going to end, but my guys still took the time to massage every part of me, adding kisses from time to time. I watched as they worked, eyeing the taut muscles rippling under skin, the carnal smirks as they massaged my breasts, the lust in their eyes when I moaned in relief and of course their rock hard dicks. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

 Joe was massaging my legs when his hand slowly crept up my thighs.

 “You feeling better yet, Princess?” Drew cooed out softly.

 I was going to say yes, but Joe slid his finger over my sex and I gasped when he flicked my clit. “Oh yeah. She’s ready” he said. “Aren’t you, Princess?”

 I looked up at Drew and nodded yes. He leaned in, kissing me gently as Joe began kissing my thighs, moving up so slowly. As I moaned into Drew’s mouth, Joe nibbled playfully at my hood, quickly followed by flicking his tongue over my clit. My moan turned into a needy mewl, and Drew broke the kiss, looking down at me.

 “Is Joe making you feel good?” He teased as he stood and towered over me. I whined and tried to wriggle, but Joe wrapped his arms around my legs holding me still. “Ohhhh. He is. Isn’t he?” He brushed the back of his fingers over my cheek. “Open that mouth little girl.” Drew grabbed his huge cock in his hand and pressed it against my lips. I opened wide and stuck my tongue out obediently.

 “Ah, Dat’s ma good girl.” Ferg brushed his hand over my hair before he pulled my hand to his dick.

 I grasped and sucked at the same time, eliciting a moan from both men. “You take my cock so good.” Drew said as he thrust into my mouth again. I quickly found a rhythm to stroke Fergal while Drew filled my mouth and part of my throat over and over. Fergal began playing with my nipples.  

 Even after last night, the feelings of all three of these men pleasing me was overbearing. My core clenched in desire as hands and mouths explored my sex, my body, my skin. I whined out in the painful need; a tear rolling down my temple into my hair.

 “You ok princess?” Drew asked as he pulled out of my mouth suddenly. The other two men realized something was wrong and stopped too, which only made my need worse.

 Fergal wiped the tear that escaped my eye with a gentle brush of the back of his fingers. “Love?”

 I nodded before I could answer. “Yes. Just….”

 “Just what love?” Finn asked. Would I disappoint them if I asked for a little less stimulation? Ferg leaned down close to me and looked me in the eyes. “Tell us.” His tone was gentle and caring, and I saw only concern from all three of them.

 “I’m just a little over-stimulated. I know I handled this and more last night, but it’s just too much right now. Just a little too much.”

 “That’s understandable, baby girl.” Joe cooed to me. “How about you tell us what you want?” He asked.

 I should have known the guys would understand. They were all so sweet. I smirked at Joe, “Well, for starters,” I put my hand on Joe’s shoulder and started pushing down. “Keep doing what you were doing.”

 All three of the guys laughed as Joe resumed his place between my legs. One long lick across my sex elicited a long moan from me. Ferg moved to the head of the bed, picking up my head and placing it in his lap. He began to stroke my hair lovingly.

 “There we go, lass. Is that better?” Drew asked.

 I looked to him and took his hand. “You are all such,” Mid-sentence, Joe had dipped two fingers in my sex as he sucked my clit. My back arched, the tension in my core becoming unbearable. I needed to cum. When he curled his fingers to brush my g-spot, I exploded with a near-feral groan.

“T’ere ya go, luv.” Ferg cooed down to me. He waited a minute before asking, “Better now?”

 Him stroking my hair felt so good, so soothing. The sensation so different than the wild storm of lust that was rising up in me again. Joe peppered kisses up my body until he came face to face with me. He looked entirely too proud of himself as he leaned in to kiss me deeply. He didn’t speak, but instead let out an almost imperceptible growl in my ear, which made me smile. He wanted to take me now. I knew it. I wanted that too, but there were 2 other men to please, and we both knew it.

 “Lay down here.” I tapped the bed beside me and Joe laid down. I curled onto his chest lovingly as Drew laid down behind me, his hands caressing my body softly, his lips softly pressing into my neck. It was a sweet moment as all three of my men held me, but it was over too fast. Drew’s hand slid down to my ass, caressing and grabbing at it as he lined his cock up to my slit.

 In one long stroke, Drew buried his massive cock inside me. The pleasure caused me to jerk, and I ended up looking at Joe. “Is this ok, princess?” Drew’s words were nice, but there was a desperate need tempering his voice.

 “Yes!” I was quick to answer, and my enthusiasm made the guys chuckle.

 As Drew slid out and back in me, Joe hooked his fingers under my chin, lifted my face to his and kissed me. I gasped into Joe’s mouth as a third stroke caused my back to arch. I couldn’t lay still…. Not with how good Drew was making me feel. I couldn’t just stay and enjoy Joe’s kiss. I leaned up on my elbow as Drew found a good rhythm.

 “You ok, luv?” Fergal asked. He was being so patient. I smiled up at him for a second before Drew’s next thrust. Each time he entered me, it was faster and harder until he was pounding that massive cock inside me so hard that I couldn’t think straight.

 “Y…. Yes.” I answered as soon as I could.

 Joe rolled onto his side, resting his hand on my hip as he cooed out praises to me. “You’re doing so good for us, baby girl. So good.”

 Drew fucked me for an eternity. At least it seemed like an eternity. I began to worry about my other men, but they continued to sooth me and praise me. I came 3 more times as he continued, hard and fast. When he finally found his release, he came all over my hip and ass. Ferg got wet washcloth and cleaned me up as Drew laid recovering behind me. Once done, Drew turned me over and pulled me onto his chest, kissing my forehead as he thanked me.

 “I should be the one thanking….” My sentence was interrupted by Joe’s fingers sliding into my wet cunt. My surprised moan elicited a chuckle from the men.

 Joe wasted no time, filling me with his length before I could even think about it. He may have been the sweetest of the three but that gentility disappeared the second he was inside me. His fingers grabbed greedily at my hips, pulling me back onto his cock over and over. I was pretty sure I’d have bruises on my hips, but right then, I didn’t care.

 He fucked me so hard, I thought my cervix might be bruised. It was sweet pain. I came again and again, losing myself in the tide of my orgasms overtaking me. A scream jarred me out of my bliss. It took a minute for me to realize I was the one screaming; screaming in a combination of pleasure and pain. Joe spanked me hard, the burning in my ass fading into tingling and heightening my ecstasy. Hearing my moan, Joe spanked me again. As before, I couldn’t stay laying on Drew’s chest as Joe’s thrusts pushed me into me jarringly.

 Joe locked his lips over my neck, sucking a spot until I was sure it would bruise. A brief thought of how much makeup I’d need to use on the bruise was quickly pushed out of my head as Joe thrust again.

 Fergal reached for my hair, bundling it up into a ponytail as Joe continued. Ferg handed the ponytail to Joe, who needed no instruction. He grabbed the hair willingly and began to pull my head up hard; using my hair as leverage to fuck me harder. The combination of his hand grabbing at my skin, him pulling my hair and the delicious friction between my legs was overwhelming and yet, perfect. The pleasure built until it was a combination of pleasure and pain. Just as I was certain I couldn’t stand another minute of it, he growled out as he came, pulling out of me and leaving his seed spread across my other hip and ass.

 Ferg was quick to wash me up again, and the bed rustled as the men adjusted, but I couldn’t find the strength to open my eyes and see what they were doing.

 “Love?” Ferg was in front of me. I opened my eyes to find that Ferg was laying next to me. Drew was gone and Joe laid on his back recovering. “Are ya ready for me?” I could hear the edge of desire in his voice. He was desperate; needy.

 I dreaded the mere idea of another round, but as Ferg’s blue eyes looked into mine, I knew he’d be gentle with me. His hand came up to my cheek, his thumb caressing the curve of my face. Seeing nothing but gentleness from him, I nodded yes. “I’m a little overstimulated.” I warned.

 “I know love,” He pulled my face to his and kissed me softly, carefully. “I know. I’m going to be careful.” Turning us until he was above me, Ferg pushed his knee between mine and took his place between my legs. Brushing his dick over my sex, Ferg smiled when he found I was still very wet.

 Slowly, gently, he entered me. I may have been over-stimulated, but the second I felt my lover inside me, the fire in me re-kindled. Yes. I could go one more round. One more for my men.

 I surrendered to Ferg, and he did not disappoint. We made love, soft and slow. Joe slipped out once he was recovered, and I heard a shower turn on, but as Ferg reached down and started circling my clit with his finger I forgot about everything that wasn’t in this bed. I exploded moments later, my core clenching hard around him. “Fuuuuck.” He moaned out, and I knew he’d lost control too, cumming with a wild roar as he emptied himself inside me.

 He laid beside me, gasping for breath as he recovered. I was completely spent, unable to move at all. Ferg curled around me, gently caressing my skin with his fingers as he kissed me softly. When Drew returned a few minutes later, wet and gloriously naked, he quickly scooped me up from Ferg’s hold, kissing my forehead as he carried me to the bathroom. “You ok, princess?” he asked as he set me down on the side of the tub that was now filled with warm water.

 I moaned my agreement, barely able to keep my body upright. “Can you handle this part alone?” he meant pee. When I nodded yes, he ducked out of the bathroom, letting me handle the necessary task. “Ok babe. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked me up and helped me climb into the warm bath. Sitting on the floor beside me, Drew carefully washed me before putting me back to bed with a couple of Aleve and water. Obviously the guys had discussed this, because Joe now came to lay beside me, pulling me onto his clean and slightly still damp chest. My heavy eyes closed now, and I drifted off to sleep completely sated.

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House of Lust (part 9)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut, masturbation.

François walked through the empty hallways, the enormous windows covered with those thick curtains that bothered him in a way he didn't understand. He moved one of them, seeing how the moonlight covered the field.

He walked in silence, his shoes not making a single noise. He bit his bottom lip, and stopped behind a door, hearing both male and female moans from the inside. There was not only a couple, tho. Must be two woman and one guy, at least.

He could her moans and other noises from other rooms too. Every grand door was closed, and he couldn't open them even if he wanted to. Same with the windows, key locked even if there were bars on them.

Besides the dining room where he already were before, he saw the large kitchen and other resting rooms. There was a library, and he saw some of the Marquis' books in there.

He continued his way to the dungeons in the basement. There was nothing in there as he was expecting. Just another giant house occupied by mad people.

He arrived to the entrance, briefly remembering it. He fainted because of the beat that guard gave him, but some flashes came to his mind. It was dark, so he went downstairs with care, until he saw a light in the end of the rock hallway.

It was a torch, and there were many lighting the place. But no one was there, so I felt strange. With some lack of trust of his mind, he took one from the holder, and walked to the cell he occupied. Obviously it was empty. But he wasn't alone. He heard a noise behind him, and he turned around quickly.

"You're out after midnight." A voice said. "Lucky you I'm not Odelle. She would punish you, that's for sure."

Josephine approached to him, so François saw her face with the light of the torch. She was another beauty, as her sisters. But nothing compared to you. You were special.

"How did you know that I was here?" He asked, his tone stronger than other times, not so afraid as it was with Odelle.

"I followed you, silly!" She said, sarcastically smiling. "Or did you really think we always leave these torches burning?"

Somehow, it was a nonsense. She didn't know that he was going out of your bedroom to explore the mansion. In fact, he adventured to do it at the moment he left you in the bed.

"You followed me? How---?

"I saw you leaving my sister's room, and I guess I knew you were going to explore the place, including the dungeons, so I waited for you in here."

François looked at her in silence, calming his breath. He wasn't afraid of her at all. He was just curious. Was she really different to Odelle as you said? Or she was the same?

She talked to him before. She wasn't so rude, that was right. But still, she wanted the same that her sister: she wanted to corrupt him. She looked for him. She took him out of prison to do it.

"Right... Listen, I will go back to Y/N's room. Let's just... Let's just leave this here, please."

"Oh, my dear Abbé. Are you afraid of me telling something to Odelle? I'm not gonna do it, trust me."

He chuckled. He will have to do it.

"Alright, I'll do it. I'll trust in you. What do you want?"

"Why would I want something?" She said, and kept smiling.

"I don't think that you would find me exploring your house and let me go just like that..."

"Yeah, well. You're right. It's not going to be a free pass. You will have to come with me, and I will say nothing to Odelle. Deal?"

He pictured you in his mind for a second. Maybe if he didn't go with Josephine, she would say to Odelle that he was trying to escape, and that you let him, helping him.

You were the only thing that tied him to the place since he arrived. And he didn't want you to be blamed for nothing. Actually, you could even be in danger.

"Deal." He said, finally, nodding and following Josephine to the entrance of the basement and to her room.

He turned off the torch and left it aside while Josephine closed the door. The room wasn't as large as Odelle's one. It was the same as yours, but there was not a chimney, or the divan, or the table and chairs. Only the bed and some auxiliar night tables.

"Sit in there." She said, almost whispering.

He did what she said, curious again about her next movement, just the same that happened with Odelle the day before.

She kneeled down in front of him, her hands on his thighs, opening his legs. She approached the more she could because of his cassock, smiling.

His breathing became heavier. His heartbeat accelerated. And she was closer, more and more, to his crotch. Until she stand and started to kiss him, very gentle.

He didn't close his eyes at first, not trusting her. But then, you came to his mind again, and Josephine's lips became yours to him, which let his mind fly away.

He let his hands on her waist, squeezing as gentle as her hands caressed his face. The kiss deepened more and more, and he felt himself getting harder.

"Lay down." She said, moving away while he went to rest his head in her pillow. She crawled to him, kissing him again while her hands started to unbotton his shirt and cassock.

She was actually sweet as you said. He remembered how Odelle scratched his chest with her nails. But Josephine was different.

She touched his neck at first, then his collarbone, and finally his chest, the tips of her fingers barely skimming his pale, soft skin, lining his light muscles.

He enjoyed every touch, moving his hips up to meet her body, his eyes closed, thinking only in you. He moaned against her mouth when he felt how suddenly she pinched his nipples. He used to touch them when he masturbated. But feeling other fingers on them was amazing. And he loved it.

"Don't move." She said, sitting in the bed and taking her dress off. He looked at her and her perfect body, and then he looked down, his cassock raised up because of his erection.

"My sister will give you pleasure. But I will receive it. I want to know how good you are, and how you can progress, so you can also give pleasure to Y/N. Got it? Now, teach me if you know what to do with that pretty mouth of yours."

He couldn't say anything, because Josephine laid on him, kissing him again. He was thinking, tho. Give pleasure to you? But you already said no to them before. Were they going to try to make you part of it again?

Josephine held herself in her forearms, moving until her big breasts where at the height of his face. He saw them in awe, rememering Madeline's and how much he wanted to kiss them and feel them with his hands and mouth...

"Don't think it so much, Abbé." She said, as if she was reading his mind. And he didn't. He took one in his mouth, feeling her nipple with his tongue while his hand cupped the other.

Josephine gasped, and then she started to moan. She liked how he made circles with his tongue, his lips sucking, wanting more of her breast inside his mouth.

He changed to the other. And he bit her a little. She missed a breath, liking that rude part of him. And a few moments later, she moved again, sitting on his face.

That surprised him. But then, without thinking about it, he started to tongue her, feeling her clit with his lips, sucking it, gaining her moans again. He knew a lot about biology and medicine. And he knew women liked that part to be stimulated.

He licked her folds in a way he had always dream to do with a woman, but he never could. The skin was different. The smell, the savour, the wetness of her dripping down all over his nose, intoxicating his mouth.

She came a few moments after with a noisy moan, his hands squeezing her buttocks while she trembled against him. Josephine recovered her breath, and laid down next to him, looking at his erect member pressing against his cassock.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you with it." She said, again seemed to be reading his mind. "It's not that I don't wanna to. I'm dying for do it. But you'll have to find release alone. Now go back to your room. Remember my promise, my attractive priest."

She stood in there, naked, watching him leave her bed. He was about to open the door, but she called him again.

"Abbé." She said, making him turn. "You are very good with your tongue if this is your first time doing it. Congrats."

She winked her eye, and smiled again. He left the room without saying or gesticulating anything, and opened your door with care. He glanced at you sleeping so well at your bed, shame in his face.

He couldn't believe he thought of you while doing those things to your sister. But he couldn't see her face. He only saw yours, as he was doing now.

He laid down in the divan, looking at you. And thinking it was bad to do it, he let his hand enter his cassock, and started to masturbate while touching his still naked chest as Josephine did before, twisting his nipples to feel more pleasure.

His hand went up and down, quicker at every moment that past. His thumb caressed the head of his member, and his own fingers weren't enough to sorround it completely.

He was very big, as many maids from Charenton used to think, imagining what he hid under the holy cassock. They were right. Their lustful desires where truth. He committed to God having such a delightful cock.

He didn't stop until he came, his hand covered in his viscous substance, a strong moan dying in his throat. He covered his mouth with the other hand, fearing you've heard him.

But you only turned around under the sheets, completely lost in the dreams world. He cleaned his hand with a piece of cloth that was near, and turned to face the backup of the divan, immediately falling sleep, feeling guilty because of the lust he felt, specifically for you.

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Giving Alberto a letter sent from Luca [Audio Imagine]

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Imagine, settling down in Giulia’s hideout with Alberto. A cool breeze blows through the trees, as the birds start to quiet down. All over the city of Portorosso, you can hear children eat dinner lovingly prepared by their parents. Some people are bringing in the last loads of laundry that were left out to dry. A few houses down, an elderly couple play music from their record player, as they lovingly embrace each other in a waltz, swaying from side to side.

Shops close, and fishermen return from the sea with the day's catch, as nighttime fishermen prepare to set out into the dark sea. Things seem quieter now since Luca and Giulia left for school. It almost felt as if the entire world dimmed down into a dull shadow of what it once was... Maybe that was a bit over dramatic to think -- they had only just left the day before, but to Alberto it felt like centuries ago. He lay on his back, listening to the waves crash against the rock shore, as he tried to convince himself that ‘school’ was a good thing. And of course it was! His best friend would get to learn so many new things while he’s away, just like he dreamed of. That, and he realized he wouldn’t have to suffer through Giulia’s tendency to act as his personal alarm clock.

He turned to his side, facing you. “So, tomorrow I was thinking we could go exploring underwater! Luca told me all about this place he wanted to show us--” Alberto cut himself short, remembering that Luca wouldn’t be there to show them around.

Standing up, looking around the city, he tried to come up with something else. “Maybe we could make a Vespa from the things at the…” No, he couldn’t do that. Vespa-making was his thing to do with Luca. Just thinking about doing it without him just bummed him out. “Or maybe we could…?”

His mind was blank. The more he thought about his friend, the more the realization that his friend wouldn’t be back for a while sunk in. Frustrated, he sat back down, looking out at the train station. You took a breath, silently apologizing to Luca before saying, “Look, I was supposed to give you this tomorrow,” You pulled out a piece of paper from your pocket, “But I think you’ve waited long enough.”

In your hands was an envelope, with the words ‘To Alberto’ scrawled out on the back. You handed it to him, allowing him to take a good look at it. “Where… where did you get this?”

“Well,” You fidgeted with your hands, “It came in the mail earlier today.”

“And you didn’t tell me!” Alberto gave you a small shove, but the excited smile on his face let you know all was forgiven.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You shoved him back. “The letter he sent me today told me to wait! Luca said he wouldn’t be able to make it to the post office for tomorrow’s batch of letters, and he didn’t want to miss a day, so, y’know!”

Alberto tore open the envelope, and took out the letter. His gaze drifted from the folded paper in his hands to the train station. With a longing sigh, he put the folded paper back into its envelope.

“Wait, so you’re not gonna open it?” You watched bewildered as Alberto climbed the branch from the hideout to Giulia’s room, leaving the letter on her desk. He placed one of Luca’s old books over the envelope for safe keeping, and crawled back, closing the window behind him. “You know, I was, but, ah, I changed my mind. He did say he wanted me to open it tomorrow, and who am I to make him miss a day, right?”

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Okay Remy, I am going to resend that previous message I sent you, just so you have it so you can reread it if you perchance wanted to do that. Don't worry, you didn't accidentally delete it, someone else purposefully did. Also, no… you weren't left with the true things, that's just learned cognitive distortions speaking; I'm sure if you asked Jan or Rem if they thought those things about you, they would set you straight right away. I'll also put a silent alarm on your phone that'll go off the next time Remus is near you, though only if you let me. Would that help?

(Tw: Vague implications of past abuse)

Remy: "Set me straight? dfhjd who are you? my dad? Jk jk. I know what you mean. I don't know what cognition distractions or whatever mean 'cause I'm tots an idiot. Like girl the only reason I didn't fail all of highschool was 'cause Virge did just enough of my work for me. You don't gotta tell me what it means btw. I can like look it up. I may not have a brain but I do have google. and uh yeah that helps. thanks. I'm gonna go reread the message now"

A few days later, in the middle of the day, the Rems were sitting on the sidewalk behind a starbucks. There were so many people inside the cafe Remus had nearly gotten a sensory overload while ordering the 4 cupcakes and 2 sandwiches he was smashing down into his slippery gullet. Remy had just taken a black coffee.

The alarm had gone off a while ago but they didn't know how to ask him about it. He looked tense. He sat in an unnatural pose that made it easy to get up and run away. His shoulders were raised and brows just a bit furrowed. Maybe they could-

"Oh!!! Bean bitch do you wanna see what I've been drawing lately???" Remus suddenly exclaimed, crumbs of sandwich flew out of his mouth.

"Sure babe"

He had a big grin on his lips as he took out his sketchbook and flipped through it "Alright so you remember how I did some anatomy practice of you when we watched lesbian vampire movies yes? Well I kinda continued with those"

The first few drawings were realistic sketches of Remy's face from a few different angles but on the next page he'd used his cartoony style to make them into a supernatural being. One drawing showed them with 8 eyes. One with nothing but gorey eye sockets left. One with spiders crawling out of their eyes and mouth.

Remus rocked back and forth slightly "Sorry. Is it weird? I just thought it would be cool if there were some character who looked nromal but was hiding something under their sunglasses. I dunno. Maybe it's stu-"

"No. No. Babe I think it's like tots cool! You made me look like super chic. Blood is totally in right now!!"

He shone up into a bright smile "Thanks!" There was slight blushing on his cheeks.

"I think I would look cool with some teeth in my eyes just saying"

"OOOOh!! Maybe even fangs?!"

"You got it babe!"

He took out a pen and immediately started to sketch it out. Remy was just happy getting to watch him draw.

Until a notification sound came from Remus' phone. He flinched before quickly checking it and immediately setting it down again. He somehow tensed up more.

Remy took a deep breathe. They could do this. They could talk about emotional stuff.

"You good babe? I mean like at any time? 'Cause you look tense like a lot- I uh I'm not like asking why. You don't gotta tell me shit. just like wondering if you're like okay"

"You're one to talk. you walk around looking like you got a stick up your butt 24/7........Do you??....kinky"

"Not yet"

"Me neither"

They both went quiet. Remus fiddled with the ring he still had on his finger. Remy scratched at their neck.

"I...I just feel paranoid....all the time...My intrusive thoughts never shut up about how every interaction I have with other peple could end in the worst ways. Even right now" Remus muttered out after a while.

"I get that. I mean I" They forced a chuckle "Every single time my boyfriend raises his hand, just to like take a plate or something, my thoughts still scream at me that he's gonna hit me. He never does. I know he won't. But my body and thoughts still act like he will. It happens with every person. I've been sure Janus was going to slap me"

Remus looked up at them. His eyes suddenly looked so so desperate "I dosen't get better?" He asked, his voice sounded like it was close to breaking "The paranoia will Always be there?"

"What? No! No no no. of course not babe. I'm just completely fucked up y'know. Like all of my argument with my boyfriend ends with either me having like a panic attack or us fucking" They laughed "Like an overemotional crybaby y'know. But you're- You'll be fine- I'm sure- You're not- I'm just-"

Remus pulled his knees up to his chest and leaned his chin against his knees. "I think you can be fine too" He mumbled out.

"I don't- I- I dunno- It's like it's so clear I was like supposed to die at specific moments...and then I just....didn't....and now I'm just like still here even though I'm not supposed to...I'm just like a rotting corpse dragging everyone else down. I-I don't know how to be fine if my thoughts are still sure I'm going to die every single day"

Remus shrugged "I think rotting corpses are pretty cool"

It was so out of left field Remy let up into a laugh. "Jesus fuck you stupid necrophile" They hid their face in their hands "Babe I'm sorry. I'm tots rambling. I was asking if you were okay, not if you wanted to like hear me be a stupid bitch"

"It's okay. I think being able to be a stupid bitch is kinda cool too. I can't even try to vent without shutting down...I feel kind of like I'm rotting as well"

(It felt like he'd left his skin in his old apartement. To be honest it felt like his entire being had been scrapped out of him just to be left behind)

"Wow babe. Is there something you don't think is cool?"

He thought for a moment "Soap. It's icky and gets everywhere"

"Sound argument"

Remus slowly moved his head to lean it against their shoulder. He could feel their chest rise to take a shuddering breathe and lower again.

"Have you ever thought I would?" Remus quietly asked.

"Yeah" They admitted "I know you wouldn't"

"I know. I've been paranoid about you too"

"It's okay"

"I've willingly been to your apartment. That's a lot" Remus pointed out "I haven't been to Jan's apartement"

"We should break into his place in the middle of the night" Remy replied in a fake serious tone.

"Oh yeah. It's a must. How else do you know you're friends? We should bring matching friendship knives as well!"

Remy chuckled "You can design them. And my teeth eye design! That's like tots important! My true destiny is to be a monster milf y'know. The lesbians would love me"

"Ayyay captain! I'll get right on that! Remus: milf maker"

They let out an audible keysmash "Babe that's my porn name now. Milf maker! Cougar collector! Homewrecker hoobyist!!"

"Yay grammar!!"

Remy got up and held out their hand to help him up. "Aight babe, I better head home. And you better get yourself a hot bath. You sure are smelling like a rotten corpse"

"Oh don't worry. I have a demon who sends me gifts, including bathing gifts"

Remy blinked at him "Huh" They moved their arm around his shoulders and started to walk towards the busstop "Tell me all about it. Is it a hot demon?"

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Nathan Drake x Fem-Reader! Pt.2

Takes place in uncharted 2: among thieves, just when Nate and Sully come out from the underground tomb, and chloe runs off only to come back with Flynn and some soldiers.

Nates POV

I watch as Chloe runs ahead to look out for any of Lazarevics men. "You wanna give me a hand, Nate?" Sully calls from below. I turn to him and reach down, helping him out and standing to his feet again. "This way!" I hear a man yell from the distance. "Oh goddamn it." Sully sighs. "C'mon." I say quickly heading for the opening archway. "Harry! In here!" Chloe yells as she enters, having a gun pointed at me. "It's Drake." She yells back to Harry. "What the hell-?" I start to say before she interrupts me. "Get your hands up!" She demands. I shake my head and do as she says. Sully doing the same. "You sure know how to pick 'me." Sully states. "Shut up Sully." I quickly say as Harry and some guards come up behind Chloe. "Should've know it was you." Harry speaks as he comes up to me. His British accent coming through. "And you. Victor 'goddamn' Sullivan. You still dragging this tired old sack of shit around?" He chuckles. I let my hands drop and step up to him. Sully gets in between us. "Easy Nate." He says. My blood was boiling. I glared daggers at him in pure anger. "That's pretty ballsy for a guy who spent the last three months behind bars." Harry states looking from me to Sully. "Better than pissing away three months in the jungle with out a clue." I spat at him in an annoyed tone. He was pissing me off. "Found the ship's, though, didn't I?" He speaks confidently. "You couldn't find your own ass with both hands." I state before Sully jumps in. "And a map." Harry sighs slightly annoyed. "They came from down there." Chloe now says as she comes up to search me. Chloe pulls out the document that leads right to Shambhala. Or the next step at least. "Speaking of maps." Harry cockily says looking at it. "Between India and Tibet... one temple will reveal a-" he slowly reads. "Pathway to Shambhala. Jesus Flynn, while we're young." I finish for him. "Oh now. Dont be such a bad sport." He pouts sarcastically. "Take them to Lazarevic." He folds up the document in his hands. "You're gonna wish you stayed in prison mate." He says before making his way to the opening in the ground. "Move." Chole sternly says. I walk forward, Sully walking beside me. Two guards join us at our sides. "C'mon keep moving." One of the guards shouts, shoving me forward. Then Chloe knocks one of the guards in the head before turning to face the second one who shoots at her, a bullet grazing her arm. Sully quickly grabs his gun before Chloe shoots him then turning to the first guy shooting him. "Ah shit." She says holding her arm. "Are you alright?" I ask walking up to her. "Yeah well, it'll make it look more believable. Now, I'm going to try and buy you some time." Chloe grabs the dagger handing it to me. "Chloe you have to come with us." I state to her. "No." She give me a kiss on the lips. I could just melt into it forever but just at that thought she pulls away. "Just meet me in Nepal. Now run." Chloe states before making her way back to the others. "Let's go." I state and start to run off with Sully. "I like her." He speaks very enthusiastically. "Yeah I bet you do." I shake my head chuckling softly.

We quickly run around the corner before I take a look back. I quickly look in front of me again and stop abruptly seeing a women in front of me. She stops abruptly too stumbling slightly. She looked up at me almost immediately. "Y/n?" I ask in absolute shock. "Nathan, nice to see you too." She spat in an annoyed tone. "Well sorry to cut this reunion short, but I'll be taking this and be on my way." She says in the same tone before quickly grabbing the purba dagger and making her way quickly down the path. "Hey! I shout and run after her. Gun shots ring out and I start to run faster, Y/n still in front of us.

Your POV

You quickly made your way up the path towards the archway you seen about an hour ago from a different spot in the jungle. You looked down slightly at your watch before you quickly looked back up almost to run into someone. You look up immediately at the face and smirked, chuckling sarcastically. "Nathan, nice to see you too." You voice dripping with annoyance. "Well sorry to cut this reunion short, but I'll be taking this and be on my way." You speak in the same annoyed tone before running down the path you just came from. You heard Nate call out to you but didnt look back. They started running as gun shots rung out. You could see the small gap up ahead with nowhere else to go. "Adios asshole." You yell back at him before jumping of the cliff and into the water.

You panted hard as you pulled yourself onto land still having the purba dagger. You panted hard. Not a second later the sound of water splash was heard. You look over to see the two men crawling out of the river. You were not impressed. "So now your following me?" You scoff and shake your head. "Y/n, what the hell are you doing here alive?" Nate asks you, as he walks up to you. "Searching for Shambhala." You state. "But I watched you die. I watched you get shot." He shakes his head. "Well after that doctors patched me up. Then I escaped, about 3 months ago, giver take." You explain coldly. "Why didnt you come back for me or sam?" You ask sadly. He looks up to you and shakes his head. "What do you mean? I checked everywhere. Everyone said you were dead." He confessed. "Well they told me you hated me and never wanted to see again. That I was worthless to you. Every single day for around the past 10ish years." You shout slightly. He sighs and shakes his head. He stops and looks at you. "Is Sam alive?" He asks. "I dont know. After the attempt we pulled escaping and killing Vargus, Most of my time was spent in the hole. Only got to go out when everyone was in their cell. Didnt see anyone." You sigh. You then start to walk away. "Hey hey hey, where are you going?" Nate asks. "To go to Tibet and find Shambhala." You state. "So that's it. This is all were gonna talk about?" He runs up to you. "What's there to talk about?" You got two girls tied to your hip. Chloe and Elena, was it?" You ask cockily and annoyed. "Wait you dont understand.." Nate try's to says. "Oh I understand it all, hotel security is always a joy." You says. Nate slightly freezes knowing now that you seen him in Chloe back at the beach. "Look Nate. I dont wanna be made at you but, I am, okay." You say. "Now I'll shall head on my way.

The journey continues. You went to Tibet. Ran into Nate again. Decided to team up. Run into Elena. Then go rescue Chloe. Almost die on a train, multiple times. Finally get to the steps of Shambhala and have to run for your lives. You get to the temple and see the supposedly, chintamani stone. It was magnificent. "Wait this isnt sapphire. Its resin." Nate states. I look at him confused then around the temple to see a tree. "You've got to be kidding me." I state walking to the other side of the temple. "Y/n!" Nate yells and sighs "It's not a sapphire. It's a metaphor. That's the chintamani stone." You point to this humorous tree. You shake you head and sigh walking back into the temple. You look and see Harry limping, holding a grenade. You stopped in you tracks not wanting to have him pull that pin. You were to focused on the grenade to here them speak. You watched as he pulled the pin. You gasped and went to retreat only to feeling unimaginable pain run through your entire body. Everything was fuzzy, from words to sight to speaking. You feel your body being pulled up and lean against someone you imagine is Chloe. "I have to end this." Nates voice rings in your ear. "No you cant." You wince. "I just only got you back. I cant loose you again." You state before he gave you a kiss on the head. "I'll come back I promise. Chloe get her out of here." You whimpered and hissed at the pain before crying slightly. "C'mon deary, you can do it." Chloe encourages you.

You dont know when and how but somehow you showed up at the steps of Shambhala. She rests you down on a slab of rock and sighs. You let out another whimper. "I know I know, it'll be all over soon." Chloe speaks. Your drifting in and out of consciousness. Your open your eyes and see Nate, but a blurry version of him. Hes talking to Chloe and then looking at you and then too Chloe. "Its alright. Your gonna be alright. Your good, alright." Nate says as he combs your hair back to perfect. You finally close your eyes and darkness consumes you.

Days and days would go by as you laid there in bed. Some days were worst then others. Especially when you had to get the shards of the grenade out that was embedded in you skin. Soon as days went by, you got better. You sighed as you sat up wincing slightly. You stood up and put on some clothes before heading to the door. Sully stepped in front of you before you got outside. "Sully, I swear if you dont let me outside, I will shoot you in the leg." You chuckled and he shook his head. "Fine." You linked your arm with his as he helped you down the steps and towards Nathan. He turned to you and smiled brightly. "Shes one hell of a patient." Sully spoke making you chuckle. You switched arms from Sully to Nate. "Ah which way did Chloe go." He asked. Nate shook his head as he pointed in the direction. "Your a dirty old man Sully." You yelled out to him. You and Nate then started walking towards the grass patch under a tree that showed a beautiful veiw. "So about that vacation?" You asked. "We're still going to do it." He looks at you. "Mmhm sure." You smiled. "I promise." He spoke softly making you face him. "You better." You smirk and he sighs in defeat. "Come here." He shakes his head as he pulls you into a passionate kiss. You smile into the kiss and when he breaks off, you rest your head on his shoulder. "So on a scale of one to ten, how scared were you that I was gonna die." You asked. "A three." He spoke blankly. "A three?" You ask and he nods. "You were so an eight." You chuckled. "An eight, those guardian things were an eight." He confesses. "Then what's a 10?" You asked him shocked. "Clowns." You scoffed and shook your head. "Clowns, over my death?" You ask. "Wow" he smiles. "Ok I'll give you a four." He gives in a little. "You though I was gonna die." You say. "No I didnt." You smile now. "Yes you were bawling." You chuckle. "I was not. Its was raining, you were unconscious." He defends. "It was sunny and you were crying. I have your tears in a jar." You state. You both laugh and smile as you watch the sunrise.

This is part one if you havent read that yet. I suggest you read it first.

[heresathreebee]

Rooftop Rendezvous

Den of Thieves Borracho x Black!OC

Summary: Benny "Borracho" Magalon works tirelessly under Nick O'Brien's cruel regime as a member of the Major Crimes division of New York (formally Los Angeles). His baby and her mom don't see him for weeks at a time, but tonight, Daddy comes home.

Masterlist

Rating: Explicit +18

Warning(s) [this one's a doozy so here we GO]: smut, porn with plot, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool!), roof top sex, CAUGHT public sex, vaginal penetration, anal play (male receiving), minor injuries, mentions of blood, slight angst?... and I probably missed something and I apologize

Word Count: uh yup there are definitely words here.

Author's Note: FIRST. Show me another fic written about Maurice Compte's character from Den of Thieves who had virtually no lines or direct screen time and who's presence is so insignificant I had to look up his name in the credits! SHOW ME I DARE YOU... please? I'd be mystified to read it, I couldn't find any... it's exclusively Paul Schreiber up in that fandom. 

Nobody asked for this so I will not be tagging anyone... if you’d like to be tagged for more Borracho, holler at me in the comments!

Picture courtesy of le Google

Their New York apartment is only third floor, the view from the south side window obscured by the iron fire escape, and the east windows separated by rooms. Minnie always crawled into her bed whenever her dad was away. He worked long hours– longer than most cops under Nick's leadership– and so the bed was empty for so long that Robyn stopped saying no because she was lonely, too. 

City noise never stopped. There were still places to go, work to be done, crime to commit, people to arrest, parties to go to, errands to run, and people to see. City noise never stopped, but it did slow down. Police sirens were harder to go unnoticed but they were often far away. Any conversation on the street level drifted high up to the windows but wasn't strong enough to overhear. Minnie's breathing was soft– there was a light whistle escaping her nose. Rob was finally beginning to drift off for the night when the weight of her daughter lifted from her arms. 

Heavy booted footsteps moved quietly out of the room and down the hall, taking Minnie's soft snore with them. The urge to get up twitched in her limbs but did not spur her into action, she was too close to the edge of sleep to wake up. The boots came back, and the soft scuff of removal followed before perfect city silence fell upon the bedroom once more. That is until a large hand grabbed her tightly by the arm and jerked her into the sitting position. 

Rob tried to scream but her voice was too weak and it came out more like a squeak. Fuzzy chin hair scraped her cheek as the intruder pressed a rough kiss to her mouth. 

"Get up," he growled, "need you…" 

His voice sent a bolt of electricity to her core. It was her husband who was pulling her impatiently off the bed and to her feet. She fell against his chest and made him carry her to the living room, opting to remain just limp enough to be moved like a rag doll. When his profile caught in the silver tone of the moon, she heard herself whimper. He looked intimidating with the bold line of his nose and the thick weight of his brow. He sat her down a little too roughly onto the windowsill and she oofed, rubbing her sore butt. 

"Sorry," he whispered. 

Unlocking the window, he reclaimed her lips before taking her hand and guiding her out onto the fire escape. 

"Where the hell are we going?" 

"Roof," he said curtly. He followed her out and closed the window just a sliver so they could get back inside this way. "I don't want to wake up Minnie." 

The climb up to the roof was long and slow. Rob was sure he was staring at her ass, and sure enough when she looked back she met his hungry gaze as it flicked upwards. He kept pace behind her even though with his powerful stride he could easily overtake her, and she knew why when his hand passed over her sleeping shorts again and again, taking handfuls of her ass and squeezing. They were halfway up the building when Rob's brain finally cleared of the mental fog of sleep. 

"Minnie's a heavy sleeper babe, we can just lock the door." 

Benny shook his head. In a moment, his body was pressed into her back and his voice in her ear. "I love you. As soon as we get up there, I'm gonna fuck you like I don't, and I'm not gonna be able to keep you quiet for it." 

Rob shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold. Benny swatted her ass and she kept going, moving a little faster in anticipation this time. The last three flights of stairs went by too fast and then they were on the uneven, concrete shithole that was the roof of their apartment complex. 

"Get down!" Rob grabbed the back of Benny's head as they ducked behind an air conditioning unit. It was one of their neighbors, an old guy who had a pigeon coop. She didn't need to hear Benny growl because she could feel it rumble from deep in his chest. They held their position until Old Andy limped his way to the roof access door and moved the stopper chair aside, retreating into the building to sleep. 

Alone at last with the beast. Benny pulled the stocking cap off his head and tossed it somewhere over his shoulder. His jaw ticked like he was looking for a fight– and that's exactly what Rob was going to give him (he knew it by the way she smirked). 

Her name had barely passed through his lips when she threw a punch at him. He caught it with ease and tried to wrap her up in his arms, but she ducked and tried to run. She didn't get far, what with the locked grip on her wrist, and he dragged her back to him so roughly she screamed. Adrenaline pumped through her veins and made her thighs slick, she growled when his hand caught her jaw and his teeth dug into that perfect spot on her neck. 

"Take your fucking clothes off," he growled, then let her go. 

He stretched the seams in her shorts pulling them down her legs. Rob slept in no underwear, and Benny definitely ripped her shirt taking it off. She crossed her arms against the cold and the blatant exposure. 

"I liked that shirt, you bastard." The man responded with nothing more than a wink. 

While Benny was unbuckling his belt, Rob fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. It was a struggle trying to work with stiff-from-the-cold fingers and stay out of his way. Once his belt was free of the pant loops, his hand wrapped around hers, taking up the fold of his shirt, and pulling hard. Two buttons ripped and became lost among the gravel on the ground. He shrugged out of the patterned shirt and let her hang on to it. 

Benny bent over to work his shoes off and when he looked back up, Rob was draped in nothing but his plaid shirt. He cupped himself in his jeans just for a second before taking them down as far as his knees. He watched the woman's bare feet work around the sharp rocks to stand behind him. There was hardly a second to squint before her finger slipped between his butt cheeks like the world's most inappropriate wet willy. 

He tensed only for a moment, then relaxed the muscles in his body so she could slip a second finger in his asshole. He only managed to push his pants halfway down his calves before his bobbing cock demanded attention. As his back straightened, Rob stopped fingering him and let him pull her to his chest to plant a kiss to her hairline. She shuddered knowing it would be the last gentle thing he did to her up here. 

She was practically dripping wet, no need to ease in and frankly, he didn't have the patience for it anymore. Rob let him control her position. He had one arm wrapped around her middle and the other tangled in the micro braids of her hair. He pulled her down on his cock and she hissed from the burn. Benny's dick stretched all kinds of pussy open wide and tonight he was hard as a rock doing it. She made a noise like a rabbit in a bear trap when he finally bottomed out. The unkept hair on his balls tickled everything around it. 

Suddenly, the word went bright white and the two of them froze. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

Fuck! Old Andy’s got a flashlight and is standing awkwardly behind the roof door. His eyes are wide and confused, not that Rob could actually see since he’s got the damn light shining directly on her. Benny can see just fine though. He can see an old man interrupting their very public private moment and getting some ideas about the situation. 

“M-Miss. Robyn? Are you alright?” 

In hindsight, Benny realized this probably looked very bad. 

“Let her go, asshole, I’m calling the police!” 

Rob stuck her hand out defensively. “No! Mr. Mandel, this is–” she moaned quietly as she moved just a little bit on his stiff cock– “this is my husband. I’m fine, really. Go back to bed.” 

Old Andy wasn’t giving up. He glared at Benny unconvinced, and Benny smirked. He let her hair slip from his hand and placed both of his hands on the back of his head. Rob’s own hands found his hips– as embarrassed as she felt, she didn’t want him to stop. 

“She’s free to go, aren’t you, Robbie?” He said it to Old Andy, who couldn’t mind his own business, but Benny made sure to alleviate the man’s fears. Or rather, he’d let Rob do it for him. With no one to control her (and drunk off the feeling of having Benny, completely raw, for the first time in ages), Rob mewled and began to fuck herself on his cock, encouraged just a little by the rock of his own hips to meet hers. She bit her lip, curling her spine to look up at him with lust in her eyes. 

"Bunch of freaks!" Andy stormed off, disgusted, and probably looking to bother the landlord about it. But nobody was going to stop Benny from having his wife. He covered her hands with his own and squeezed, before slipping out of her warmth and forcing her down to her hands and knees. He dropped, grunting as the sharp gravel sent a pins-and-needles sensation up his thigh. He slipped right back into her sticky cave and began pounding fast and loose into her. 

Rob's pussy suckled his cock like she was afraid he wouldn't slam it home but he did. Every. Single. Time. His breath began to billow in clouds, sharply contrasting white against the black blanket of night. He was right– she would never have been able to keep quiet. Rob made a high keening noise, sharply cut every time his hips connected, and broken strings of unintelligible words pouring out of her mouth like drool. He fucked her harder, chasing his release and knowing she couldn't be far herself. Her knees slid in the gravel and she yelped before cumming so hard she couldn't breath. Benny tangled his fingers into her hair when he felt his balls tighten and pulled back when he lost his rhythm. He groaned long and low, pressing his hips flush against hers and giving her everything– all of his cum. More ropes painted her walls as he collapsed on top of her back, pinning her to the dirty rooftop. 

His vision danced with stars, and when he realized Rob was breathing again, he rocked his hips just for the hell of it. Benny's legs were numb, saliva on the edge of his mouth that he wanted to share with Rob. She let him kiss her but pulled away to catch her breath. She let him do all the work of standing them up, and she waited until he was distracted pulling up his pants to wipe the gravel out of the fresh abrasions in her skin. 

Coming down from their highs, Rob collected her shorts and Benny's hat, grimacing as her pussy clenched around nothing, sore and wracked with the aftershocks of sex. The walk back down to their window was slower, Rob's trembling legs keeping her tied to the railings for dear life. Benny noticed her lagging behind and came back with a real, satisfied smile on his face as he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder the rest of the way (careful not to exacerbate her soreness). He didn't put her down until he reached the couch. 

He knelt before her on his good knee to examine her. Rob was sunk into the plush couch basking in fucked out bliss. There was a soft smile on her lips and the rise and fall of her naked chest beneath his open shirt ignited that feral feeling in his chest again. He ran a hand up her thigh and noticed the state of her knees. Feeling guilty, he planted a kiss just above them.

"Lo siento."

Benny grabbed the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink. As he went to wash his hands, he noticed the sticky mess on them– there was blood there too. He opened his fly and looked just to be certain… and sure enough there was a little blood in his pants too. 

The frantic footfalls coming towards her on the couch startled her back into wakefulness. Benny was almost in a full sprint and he looked terrified. His hands were shaking as he gently pried her legs apart, he looked ready to cry when it seemed to hurt her. 

"Are you OK?" He pulled at the waistband of her shorts but her hands stopped him. "You're bleeding...?" 

It took her a second to realize he wasn't asking about her knees. She shook her head, sitting up a little and getting comfortable against the ache in her sex to press her forehead to his. 

"I'm fine," she said, "I'm OK. You um… caught me coming off my period, that's all." 

His eyes rolled back into his head he was so relieved. Rob couldn't help but laugh and he joined in. He sighed and grabbed the kit to treat her knees. She sat back again, reveling in the feeling of having her husband back for the night. 

~

Rob snored softly. Benny finished bandaging her up and took a seat next to her. He had had to wrap up her palms, too, there were some light grazes and a deep cut in one of them. He stuck his nose in her hair and inhaled, drinking in the scent of apricot, coconut, and black pepper. 

God I missed you. 

The clock was ticking fast and daylight was right around the corner. No doubt they would get a visit from the landlord about Andy's complaint, and there was the matter of the energetic six-year-old who would be awake soon. Just a few hours of sleep in his own bed was what he really needed now. 

He thought about leaving Rob be, but he didn't want to be apart from her any more than he had to. He set her down in the bed and crawled in after her, pulling the blankets up from the floor and wrapping it around them. 

Just for a little while he wanted peace. He was trying to get comfortable when his phone started to ring. He did not have to look to know who it was, calling at 4 am after only 2 hours of separation. Benny nerfed the call and turned his phone off with a great sense of satisfaction, then curled around Rob's sleeping form. He let the shallow rise and fall of her breathing lull him into a half sleep, fully intending to get up in three hours to make Minnie breakfast and just be a dad for a day.

Edit: I'm a clown, I misspelled his last name whoops hope you enjoyed it anyways

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

25 and 26 for reddie!! Only if you want to💗

Hollyyy!!💗 This is such an old prompt, I’m sorry! Have some ‘fuck- canon’ fluff (again).

“Come cuddle.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

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Eddie woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. 

While half asleep, he’d thrown his arm over the right side of the mattress, expecting to find a warm, lanky body that he could cuddle up against but instead, he got an armful of nothing. Eddie frowned and with his eyes still closed, trying to hold on to sleep for as long as he could, he felt around the bed for Richie but he wasn’t there. The man was all long legs and arms and the Town House bed wasn’t exactly big⎯ if he was there, Eddie’s hand would’ve found him already.

His first thought was that It was back. It was back and he’d taken Richie, taking advantage of the fact that they let their guard down after thinking they had killed him, for real this time. The thought made Eddie’s breathing speed up but he forced himself to take three deep breaths and calm down before he could drive himself into a panic attack.

“Rich?” He muttered, blinking his eyes open. The room was dark but the moonlight filtered in through the window, which was weird because Eddie remembered closing the curtains before crawling under the covers. With Richie. Which begged the question⎯

Where did the asshole go?

The answer to that question came soon enough when Eddie rolled over and saw that, not only were the curtains drawn back, but the window was also open and Richie was sitting on the window sill, smoking?

“What the fuck are you doing Richie? It’s the middle of the night.” Eddie said, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Richie jumped, almost dropping his cigarette in surprise. “And are you seriously smoking? These places have smoke detectors you know that, right?”

“Not this shithole Eds. Come on. They don’t even have hot water.” Richie scoffed, blowing out smoke. “Did I wake you?”

“No.” Eddie said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Well yeah. I woke up when I realized you weren’t in bed.”

“Aww Eds you missed me?” Richie teased but his voice was slightly off. “One night and you already can’t sleep without me?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Richie, missing pathetically. “Shut up. Why are you awake?”

Richie tensed up then, looking out the window and taking a long drag of his cigarette before talking through his teeth, “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Bullshit.” Eddie said. “You were asleep. I know, because your snoring kept me up for like an hour.”

Richie scoffed, bringing the cigarette to his mouth. “Now that’s some fucking bullshit. Eds, I don’t snore.” 

“Yes, you do. You have since we were kids.” Eddie said in his no bullshit tone. “But that’s not the point.“ He said, recognizing Richie’s attempt to change the subject. "Why are you smoking in the middle of the night?”

Richie didn’t meet Eddie’s eyes, staring out the window instead. 

"Rich?” He asked, voice softer and more gentle. “Talk to me.”

Richie heaved out a sigh. He put out the cigarette and leaned back against the window, facing Eddie. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Pennywise?” Richie made a noncommittal sound that Eddie took as a yes. “Pennywise is dead, Rich. We killed him. For real this time.”

“I know he is. The nightmare wasn’t about him, not really.“ 

Eddie pressed his lips into a tight line, hit by realization. He didn’t need to ask to know what Richie’s nightmare had really been about.

(After escaping Neibolt, the losers had all gone to the quarry to clean up, even if Eddie insisted it was useless because, “You can’t clean yourself in dirty water.” He joined them anyway and everyone had been celebrating, laughing and splashing around, when Eddie noticed Richie was sitting on a rock by himself with a troubled look. Eddie had swam over to him, throwing water at his face and said, “Didn’t you hear Rich? We killed the fucking clown.”

When Richie had looked up, his eyes were shining with unshed tears and Eddie’s laughter had died in his throat. 

"I saw you die Eds.” Richie had said, ducking his head to stare at his hands. They were clean, but he looked at them  as if they were stained with something and Eddie reached over and held them. “When I was in the deadlights. I saw Pennywise kill you right in front of me.”

Eddie had shaken his head, giving his hands a squeeze. “That wasn’t real. I’m right here.”

“I thought I lost you.” He insisted, eyebrows pulled together. “I thought you died and that I never got the chance to⎯ to tell you, to⎯”

“To what?" 

Richie had surged forward then, catching Eddie’s lips in a kiss. Over the sound of his own heart threatening to beat out of his chest, Eddie heard their friends whistling and catcalling. He let go of Richie’s hands to flip them off, before weaving his fingers in Richie’s hair and pulling him closer so he could kiss him back. 

Later, they had ditched the losers to go to Richie’s room together⎯ amidst more whistling and catcalling. And after Richie took a shower and Eddie took three, they had stumbled into bed together for the first time. Both of them forgetting what Richie saw in the deadlights, until now.)

"It’s not real.” Eddie said, echoing his own words from the day before. “That was just Pennywise fucking with you, Richie.”

“I know that Eds, but everytime I close my eyes, I see it. I see Pennywise stabbing you, I see you bleeding all over me. I see you dying and I see myself leaving you in that fucking place.” He said, running a hand down his face.

Eddie’s face twisted with concern, feeling sad for Richie. He wanted to offer comfort, to reassure him, but words didn’t seem to be doing it. He untangled himself from the mess of blankets and dragged himself out of bed. The cold air hit Eddie’s bare legs and he shivered⎯ boxers and Richie’s shirt had been enough to keep him warm when the window was closed and he had Richie wrapped around him like a koala, but now they made him wish he didn’t the bed.

He quickly covered the distance between the bed and the window, wrapping his arms around Richie’s waist. Unlike Eddie, Richie was warm, even if he was wearing only a pair of boxers and had been standing next to the open window for a while. Eddie burrowed his face in his chest, still not quite believing he was allowed to do that now.

“Are you trying to distract me?” Richie clicked his tongue, sounding more like himself. Eddie counted that as a win. “Because it’s working.” He felt Richie’s arms wrap around him.

Eddie let out a snort. “I’m trying to convince you that I’m here and that I’m alive and that I'm⎯”

“Ready for round two?" 

Eddie pinched his side, eliciting an embarrassing squeal from Richie. "I’m serious Rich.” He looked up, locking eyes with him. “I’m here and if you need me to keep reminding you that, I fucking will because I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me now." 

"That was aggressively romantic.” Richie said, smiling down at him, it was slightly shaky but happy. 

Eddie returned the smile before leaning up and pressing a kiss against Richie’s lips, feeling his stomach flutter the moment their lips touched. Richie made a pleased sound before licking into Eddie’s mouth, warmth spreading through him when Richie’s tongue started moving against his. 

They had been kissing for a while when a yawn escaped Eddie and he froze, Richie’s face breaking into a teasing grin. 

"Don’t say anything, shut up.” Eddie said, feeling his face go hot. “This is your fault.”

Richie scoffed. “Am I really that boring, Eds?" 

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I’m just tired since you woke me up.”

“Right sorry.” Richie said, running his thumb softly over Eddie’s cheek. “You should go back to sleep. I’ll be there in a few minutes." 

"What? You’re gonna go rub one off in the bathroom?” Eddie joked, making Richie laugh. 

“You caught me, Eds.” He flashed him a lewd grin. “That kiss got me all hot and bothered." 

Eddie snorted, grabbing Richie’s hand. "Come on.” He started dragging him towards the bed, but Richie planted himself on the floor. Eddie cocked his head at him, giving him a questioning look.

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep just yet.” Richie said, avoiding Eddie’s eyes.

Everytime I close my eyes, I see it. 

Oh, right. 

“Are you worried about having another nightmare?” Eddie asked, taking Richie’s grimace as an answer. “I won’t let that happen.”

“What? You’re gonna fight the nightmares away with your tiny fists?”

“No.” Eddie said, rolling his eyes. “I’m gonna hold you so hard that you won’t be able to forget I’m alive.” He said, watching Richie’s expression melt at his words. “Now close the window and come cuddle with me. It’s the middle of the fucking night and I’m tired.”

“Okay.” Richie said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead and letting go of him just to shut the window. “As long as I get to be the little spoon.”

“Duh." 

They climbed into bed together, Eddie’s chest pressed flush against Richie’s back. Eddie wrapped his arms around him and Richie sighed happily when he pressed a kiss to the top of his spine.

Eddie forced himself to stay awake until he was certain that Richie was asleep⎯ his loud snoring making it perfectly clear. Only then, did he allow himself to close his eyes, dozing off immediately. 

Neither of them woke up again, not until the sunlight filled the room the next morning.

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[tansypoisoning]

I'm a slut... Stalker Bucky with a breeding kink. Noncon please and thank you. 😖🙏🏼

No worries; you’re among fellow sluts here 🙏🏼(This obsessive Bucky isreal mushy, my dudes)

Warning: non con, stalking, breeding, light bondage

You braced yourself, your eyes shifting from side to side as youwaited for the locksmith to repair the bolts in your window. You hadhad to spend the previous night with them unlocked, and you didn’tget a wink of sleep. You didn’t dare close your eyes, in fear thatwhen you opened them you would be met with a stranger’s.

It had been two months, two weeks and three days since your peace ofmind had been put in jeopardy. It all started with a letter, brimmingwith declarations of love and devotion from a secret admirer, left inwith your mail. You laughed it off, deciding it had to be a prank,but ever since that day you had a little voice in the back of yourhead telling you to watch your back.

Two days later, there was a bouquet of red roses at your doorstep.Three more days, and it was an envelope with pictures of you goingabout your day, a little message scribbled on the back of eachphotography: “I love the sound of your laughter”, “You’re socute when you sneeze”, “I can’t wait for when we finally can gofurniture shopping together”, “I’ll never let you go”.

You talked to the cops and showed them the collected evidence, but asthe culprit had left no clues to lead them to his identity, and youcouldn’t even begin to imagine who might be sending you those, therewas nothing they could do. You didn’t have money to even buy acamera to catch the suspect in the act, much less to move and hopethey wouldn’t follow after, so you had no choice but to remain inyour home, where your stalker could always find you.

You spent the following weeks amassing all the little gifts youreceived and sending them to the police station. Nothing ever came ofit, despite the fact that the items grew progressively more complex,more fitted to your interests – trinkets that one might purchase onValentine’s day morphing into things you had picked up in storesbut put back on account of their being too expensive; the bouquetsstarted carrying your favorite flowers instead, filling the yourentrance with their sweet smell; the pictures your stalker took ofyou were all in your favorite angles, the ones you thought flatteredyou the best. All you could do was go about your life as if nothingstrange was happening, as if you weren’t terrified every wakingmoment.

Last night, though, your fear took a much more concrete form.

You came home to find your bedroom window wide open, the lock bustedfrom the outside. You had huddled in a corner and called the police,explaining the situation through your tears, but when they arrivedthere was none else at your place, and nothing had been stolen oreven moved. The officers left, one shaking his head and the othermumbling in annoyance. You didn’t expect they’d be of much helpif someone eventually broke in.

“M’am?” The locksmith called you, concern reflected in his blueeyes. You smiled at him, half sincere and half panicked. He was quitehandsome, but you were too distraught to give it more than a passingthought “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Ah – yes, of course. It’s the first door left down the hall.”

He nodded, fixed his gloves and left you alone to mull over yoursituation. Your stalker had never been explicitly violent, none oftheir letters expressed a desire to hurt you and he never tookanything. The sudden development from dedicated fan to literalintruder was worrisome. Had they been biding their time all thiswhile and were now ready to act on whatever plan they had?

The locksmith returned, offering you a small smile before gettingback to his work. New locks should see you through for a coupleweeks, and then… then you could leave this damn place.

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You had passed out cold quickly, feeling safer and exhausted. Youwere sure you would’ve slept for the entire night and then some,but it wasn’t to be.

Your eyes snapped open. It took you a moment to realize what thestrange weight on top of you was, but when you did you screamed.

A hand muffled your voice before you could get a single syllable out,and you latched onto the wrist attached to it on reflex. You pulledat the intruder’s arms furiously, tried to swivel your body to geta better leverage to push them off, but their legs pinned your, andyour wrists were tied to the headboard.

Once you stopped your pointless struggle and your eyes adjusted tothe darkness of the room you saw the eyes of your attacker andwhimpered when you recognized their blue hue.

How could you have been so stupid? You let a stranger intoyour house – a man nonetheless – and gave him free reign over itwhile you were too busy bemoaning your fate, not realizing that yourcarelessness was what had sealed it.

“Hey.” He smiled “Remember me?”

You waited for the locksmith to pull his hand from your mouth, but hedidn’t, so you just nodded, making his grin grow that much wider.

“I was scared you wouldn’t.” He ducked his head bashfully andchuckled “I’m sorry I had to do things like this. I couldn’twait to talk to you the normal way, you know? Couldn’t risk it.” He looked up and touched your cheeks “I know how to make you happy,I spent all this time learning about you… You don’t have to worryabout a thing.”

That was what it took for you to finally bite his palm, using whatyou hoped was force enough to pierce through flesh.

The man winced and pulled his hand away, but he gave you no time tocry for help, quickly pushing your face against the pillow you laidon.

“I know you’re not ready to accept me.” He said, wrapping hislegs over and around yours to lift his torso and kept you pinned downat the same time.

Something slid along the side of your body; something cold and hard.You feared it was a gun, until it reached your waistband, hookingaround it like a metallic claw and tugging at it.

“I know love takes time; everything good does. I’ll help youevery step of the way,” he punctuated the last word with a huff ashe pulled your panties down your legs “but I can’t let you ruinthis for us.”

He lifted his arm triumphantly, your underwear firmly clutched inbetween metal fingers. He turned your head to him and pressed againstyou cheeks until you had no choice but to unclench your jaw. Heshoved the cloth in your mouth, and in contrast to the aggression heused to do that, the kiss he placed on your open lips was soft assilk. You gagged as the scent of your own lubrication flooded yournostrils.

“Sorry. I didn’t even introduce myself.” The man stated,smoothing his palm over your brow as if to ease your frown. “Myname’s James, but… call me Bucky, okay?”

He didn’t wait for your response, kissinging the tip of your nosethen his way down your body. His movements were paradoxical, at timeshovering his lips over your skin and shuddering reverently, and atothers grasping at you like he wanted to rip you open and crawlinside.

You both gasped when he reached your pussy. You tried to close yourlegs, but his hands grasped your thighs and held them up against yourchest. He lingered above you, his breath giving you goosebumps. Helifted his head, presumably to look at you (youcouldn’t see hisface in the dark) and you felt his flesh hand tremble.

“You are beautiful.” He rasped “I… I didn’t know you’d beso beautiful.”

In the silence of the room, you could hear him swallow.

Bucky hovered his lips above your cunt, then, as if to gathercourage, he breathed you in before licking a path from your entranceto your clit. He trembled above you and looked up.

“And you taste so good.” He whispered airily, before ducking hishead down again.

The movements of his tongue mimicked those of his hands and lips whenhe had been exploring your body. He couldn’t decide between sucklingyour folds and diving inside you as if to devour you. You feltyourself growing wetter despite your wishes, and your hips did littleupward thrusts whenever he would lick your clitoris.

Bucky ripped himself away from you, so suddenly it looked likesomeone had pulled him up by the hair.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He panted, and you believed him. You couldsee the strain on his shoulders. “I’m sorry, I can’t make youcum yet. Can’t waste it.”

He grunted and dragged his body up until he was face to face withyou. His jaw and eyes glistened as he leaned over you to peck yourlips.

“I can’t wait for when you finally kiss me back.” He whispered,then bowed his head to nuzzle your neck.

He pulled his real hand away, and you used the opportunity to try andkick him. His metal fingers hardened against the flesh of your thigh,making you yell around the makeshift gag.

“Don’t.” He warned, looking up at you squeezing your leg alittle tighter before releasing “If you don’t struggle, I’m notgonna hurt you.”

He stared a little longer, then huffed and went back to your neckwhen you didn’t respond. He fiddled with his bottoms, slipping themdown just low enough to get his cock out. It slapped against yourass, already rock hard and leaking.

“I’m so sorry” he began, rubbing himself against your pussy “Icouldn’t make it more romantic. I’ll make it up to you. We have allthe time in the world…”

He pushed into you slowly, wheezing with each inch that entered yourquivering cunt. He bottomed out with a grunt, then fell on top ofyou, hugging your body to his and panting. You wished you could sayit was painful, but having him inside you felt horribly right.

“You’re squeezing me so tight.” He whispered against the top ofyour head. “It’s like you don’t want to let go.”

Bucky sighed in contentment and rutted against you. He moaned withevery slow roll of his hips, kissing your hair in between hisinterjections. It was a while of grinding before he began to plungeinto you, his pelvis doing all the work while his torso remained inplace, practically crushing you under his weight.

“It’s okay. I don’t want to let go either.”

His pubic bone bumped against your clitoris with each thrust, andalthough he huffed like a man who couldn’t handle anymore, his hipskept a steady pace that had you seeing stars. You hated the way yourbody reacted to his onslaught, growing slicker and becoming moreattuned to his, reacting like he was your lover rather than anassailant.

Your mewls were muffled by your panties and your loins burned as theysought more contact with the man above you. If Bucky didn’t stopsoon you’d end up coming and you couldn’t let that happen – notwhen he was already deluded enough to think you’d ever love him.You clamped down around him so he would finish faster, but all thatdid was make you feel even better.

“Look at me, look at me.” He murmured, cupping your cheeks andforcing you to lock eyes with him. “I’m so close, baby, I-”

He didn’t finish his sentence, fading into a cacophony of gruntsand his hips slammed into you relentlessly. You wheezed as breathingthrough the gag became harder with each of his thrusts. You felt youwere suffocating when you underwear was ripped off. You only had timeto take one gulp of air before Bucky crashed his lips against yoursin an open mouthed kiss.

Your brain short circuited; the lack of oxygen coupled with yourorgasm made the room spin around. You were just barely cognizant ofthe warmth pooling around in your core and the hissing sound aboveyou. Your body twisted until the pleasure slowly ebbed away and youcould finally think again. You had come, and he had come inyou.

“Get off me!” You tried to scream, but your throat was too sorefor the sound to come out as anything more than a rasp.

“No.” He sighed, thrusting upwards to stop his semi-soft dickfrom slipping out of you “Can’t waste a single drop.”

You frowned, wiggling your body to push him off. Bucky didn’tdislodge his pelvis from yours, only lifted his torso to look at you.His smile was sweet and fond, as if your eyes weren’t glossy withtears.

“I hope this isn’t too uncomfortable. I gotta make sure it’sgoing to take.” He whispered, and you mouthed ‘what?’ inreturn, your voice nearly gone, making him chuckle “Our baby.”

It was as if your larynx was constricting in on itself as your mindworked a million miles an hour to process his words. You couldn’tgrasp it, refused to to, even if he was being perfectly clear: thiswasn’t just a one time thing for him, and he intended to make yourbond to him permanent.

“Hey, it’s okay. I meant it when I said I would help you everystep of the way.” Bucky pressed a gentle lingering kiss to yourlips “You’re going to be an amazing mother.”

[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 16

Billy x Katrina

A/N: this is a multi chapter series that will contain smut, angst, fluff, substance abuse BLOOD, BODY HARM, ABUSE

Billy's POV

"Neil?"

Her mouth twitched into a smirk, "very good."

"I swear, if you hurt her," I growled.

Neil tsked at me, "relax. It's corn syrup, like in the movies...well, most of it."

One of her arms lifted, just enough to show a shallow cut on the inside of her bicep that had already scabbed over.

"Had to check my control."

"Why? Why are you doing this? Why her?"

"I could have picked anyone really, she wasn't the only one I followed...but, you really want to know why I picked her?"

My jaw worked but no sound came out, I was frozen.

She spun the knife in her hand, stopping to point it at me, "because of you and your mother. She was fascinated with this girl, loved her like her own, that's why I started following her. And then she found you and you made it too easy. You're both so weak, it's pathetic really."

"Neil," I ground out, "why?" I could feel my eyes stinging with tears and clenched my jaw to stop it from wavering.

"You always were a weak bastard," Neil sneered, "never stopped fucking crying. Blubbering about like a baby. I tried to make you strong and I see I've failed. You're my biggest mistake."

"I was a child!" I yelled, "I didn't need to be strong!"

"You were weak!" She screamed back, stepping up to get in my face.

She followed me as I backed up, pinning me against the wall to grab my chin and hissed, "you are weak! You're too much like your mother."

"Katrina," I pleaded, "please, you're stronger than this, stronger than him. Come back...please."

Neil let out a cruel laugh, fingers tightening to bruise skin, "you really think that'll work? She can't hear you, she's gone," her hand came up to her chest, groping at her breast, "this body does have perks though. I quite like it."

I looked away, clenching my jaw, "don't."

She smirked and stepped back, "calm down. Your precious Katrina has no idea, can't feel a thing," the knife spun to point at herself, the tip pressing against the side of her stomach, "shall I test her? See how much I can do before she notices?"

"No!" I shouted, lurching forward.

But it was too late. The blade had sunk into her skin. She didn't flinch, even when slowly pulling the knife out, releasing a stream of blood.

"See? We feel nothing."

--

Katrina's POV

A handful of golden blonde hair, holding her close as she rocked against me. A hushed whine, muffled by her mouth against my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. Sent my hips stuttering up as I released inside her. We relaxed into each other, leaning back against the seat of my car. Shared lazy kisses as we caught our breath and sweat cooled on our skin.

"I love you," she whispered against my lips, "don't go."

"I'll be back. Before you even realize I'm gone," I caressed her face gently in my hands, "and when I get back, we'll get married and have lots of babies."

She giggled, "lots?"

"Don't you want lots of children?"

She shook her head, "just two, a boy and a girl."

I kissed her, softly murmuring, "anything for you, my love."

--

"Marry me, Olivia."

She smirked, "what? You mean when you get back?"

I shook my head, "no. I want you as my wife before I leave."

"Neil, you leave tomorrow."

"So we go down to city hall and get married today. We can have the party when I get back, what do you say?"

--

I cradled Olivia's cheek in my hand, using my thumb to gently pull her lip from between her teeth. She looked up at me with those ocean eyes, shimmering with salt water.

"Don't cry," I murmured.

"Will you write me?"

I smiled, "as much as I can."

I pulled her into my chest and pressed my lips to the top of her head. Her hands wrapped around my back, twisting in my shirt to keep me close. I could feel her back shake under my hands when she let out a shuddering breath and sighed, holding her tighter.

"Can I stay?" She whispered.

"Of course, my love," I answered, shifting her under my arm so I could walk her inside.

Olivia curled back into my chest when I leaned against the wall. I held her like that for a while, just relishing in this time with her.

"Hey," I whispered, tilting her head up to look at me, "just be here, now, don't worry about later."

A small smile tugged at her lips before she kissed me.

She let me lead her backwards down the hall, giggling when she stumbled a little only to be caught by my arm. I swung her to the side and pressed her against the wall, trapped her there with my lips. My hand trailed down the swell of her hip, to the thigh that had hitched up around my waist. She jumped and I was holding her up, both her legs wrapped around my waist.

We were lying in my bed, a sheet draped loosely over bare waists. My fingers lazily combed through Olivia's golden curls as she hummed quietly against my chest, her fingers drawing idle designs on my skin.

"Liv," I murmured, "I need up."

She whined in protest when I slid out from under her but quieted when I leaned over to kiss her softly, "I'll be right back."

I came back from the bathroom to see Olivia at the end of my bed, the sheet wrapped tight around her chest. She was running her fingers over my army bag, the carefree happy smile on her face replaced with sadness again. I crawled onto the bed behind her and kissed her shoulder.

"Do you have to go?"

"Yeah, I do," I sighed, "I signed on before I met you. But, all I know is now I want to stay here. Just want to stay here as long as I possibly can. You're all that matters anymore. If I could take it back, unsign my name, I would. You know that, right?"

She nodded and tipped her head against mine, "I put something in your bag, to remember me."

"How could I forget you, my love?" I smiled, wrapping an arm around her, "come on, don't think about it. Let's get some sleep."

--

I no longer saw the sunshine in her golden curls, couldn't find the joy in a chubby cheeked child. I had been chewed up and spit out. Thrust back into this life that I didn't know how to be in anymore. My thoughts were consumed with the faces of fallen brothers and my own bloody hands.

Anything for the mission.

I was sent back a hero after being liberated from the enemy camp. My knowledge of the enemy would lead the troops to victory. But my twisted psyche meant I wasn't fit for duty. I missed the victory because I had learned to enjoy my mission. Enjoy the pain I inflicted on others, the feeling of warm blood rushing over my fingers, the sting of another scar decorating my ribs.

No matter where I went, I was reminded of it. Men clapped my shoulder to congratulate the famous Butcher. Women fawned over the rumors they spread. It started making me feel caged and angry. Angry at the world for not leaving me alone. Angry at my wife, for pestering me, pushing me and angry at that little bastard that just never stopped. He was so god damn noisy all the time, crying and babbling. Attached to his mother like a pathetic extra limb.

Currently, he was sitting in a heap on the kitchen floor, tears streaming down his face.

"God, would you shut him up!" I yelled from the table.

Olivia whipped around from the counter, "he is a child, Neil! Your child! You could try spending time with him."

The chair I was in toppled to the ground when I stood up and I was across the kitchen in an instant, holding Olivia's chin tightly in my hand.

"Do not," I growled, "disrespect me like that again. Shut him up. Now."

Her eyes turned down away from me, "I'm sorry...I'll take him outside."

--

I stepped up behind Olivia, wrapping my arms around her waist and setting my chin on her shoulder.

"Let's go out tonight," I murmured, "just us."

I could see the bruise on her chin tremble.

"Neil," she whimpered.

"I didn't mean to, Olivia. I just lost my temper, you know how I get. It won't happen again, just, go to dinner with me."

--

"Neil!"

Olivia lunged forward, putting herself between me and our son. I stood up fast, swinging my arm out.

Two cracks, in quick succession before she thudded to the floor.

One when my hand hit Olivia's jaw, sending her falling down. The other when her head hit the edge of the countertop. Then she was on the ground, blood pooling on the tile.

--

I could feel myself coming back to my body, slowly waking up. I couldn't move myself but I was starting to become aware. I could hear his voice in my head.

"Good morning, pet."

"You're...Billy's dad?"

"Ah, yes, I could feel you rooting around my memories."

"Why are you doing this?"

I started to slip back into darkness as I heard, "We all go a little mad sometimes."

--

I groaned, finally coming back to my body. All I could feel was pain, hot and sharp as it radiated throughout my body. The back of my head, my stomach, everywhere was overwhelming pain. I tried to take a deep breath only for it to catch with a gasp.

"Katrina? Is that you?"

I struggled to open my eyes to see Billy hovering over me and realized my head was in his lap.

"Billy? What...?" I tried to move again but cried out instead when the tensing of muscles caused a spark of white hot pain.

"Billy, keep her still!"

"S-Steve?" I looked down to see him kneeling beside me.

It took me a moment to realize that the triplets were here too, all crowded around with worried looks on their faces. To really see that Steve's hands were covered in blood as they pressed into my stomach.

"How long until the ambulance gets here?"

Riley's hands were shaking as she tried to hold the phone to her ear, "fifteen minutes."

"Fuck, I need towels. As many as you can find. Hurry!"

The three of them scrambled to their feet and ran off, leaving me with the boys.

"Billy," I murmured, "I'm sorry...your...your dad. It's...him."

"Hey, it's okay," he soothed, "it's okay, we know."

I could feel things starting to get hazy and looked up at Billy with watery eyes.

"How...bad?"

"It's pretty bad but you're gonna be okay. You hear me? Steve's gonna make sure you're okay."

My breath hitched, starting to come quick and shallow.

I choked on tears, "Billy, I...I don't want to die...I don't want to die here."

His jaw clenched, "you're not going to. You listen to me, I'm not going to let you. Just stay awake, keep talking to me, okay?"

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