#the full scene is so funny he keeps wiping his mouth and making faces and there was literally nothing on the spoon

[angelsdean]

ehehe peak siblingisms

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 12

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, homophobic slang

Part 1

You smacked Billy's hand away from the deviled eggs. "Stu please keep him away from the food." You begged with a casserole in your hands. Stu stood wide eyed with a slice of potato in his mouth. "Quit eating the food before I sit it out." You scolded trying not to laugh. The oven beeped making Stu check the food. "Pork chops are done!" Billy grabbed the oven mitts pulling the hot dish from the oven. "You can sit it here I've got hot plates down." You moved things around leaving room for everyone to sit.

"I'll make drinks." Stu grabbed three glasses pouring out what everyone wanted. "Do you need anything else?" Billy asked ready to help if you asked him to. You wiped your hands off on your apron looking around. "I think that's it. Thank you." Billy sat down at the table as Stu gave everyone their glass. The boys looked at the table like it was Christmas dinner. "Oh shit! I forgot to make the pie." You rubbed your face stressed. Cooking was one of your favorite things to do. Yet it could be the most irritating thing if one thing after another seemed to go wrong. The potatoes were a little over done while the vegetable casserole was a little too crisp around the edges.

"Hey." Billy's hands rested on your arms pulling you back to reality. "It looks great Y/n. Don't worry about a pie when you've already done this." He gestured towards the table full of food. "I wouldn't have room for pie anyways." Stu laughed. "I would." You and Billy both glared at the boy. "Actually I'm already full." You took a deep breath shaking your head. "Okay let's hope it tastes good." You said as you sat down. "It always does." Billy reassured you knowing you needed it. When setting the table Billy made sure to give everyone multiple plates. Stu however didn't need them.

You took a bite of your food mentally telling yourself you were a genius. Billy just stared in disgust at his friend. "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating?" You asked worried he didn't like the food. Stu had everything on one plate. The casserole was sitting in whatever oil you cooked the pork chops with. The deviled eggs sat next to the potatos getting the filling on everything else. It freaked Billy out. "I gave you a saucer for a reason." Stu looked up chewing on the food in his mouth. "What?" He said looking down at the extra clean plates on the table. "Oh! Well there's less dishes to do if I use one." Stu shrugged getting back to eating.

"I'll do the dishes just separate your food." You felt a little bad thinking the scene in front of you was funny. "Why does this bother you?" Billy looked at you like this was a universal opinion. "Why does this bother me? Look you've got your pork chop covered in broccoli casserole and there's deviled egg filling on it too." You took the chance to study Billy's plate. If the food could even be considered a little runny it had it's own plate. You agreed with Billy to an extent but it wasn't at all that serious. "It's going to mix together in my stomach so it really doesn't matter." Billy rolled his eyes knowing it certainly did matter.

Like a child Billy grabbed his plates moving over to sit next to you. "Are you serious?" You laughed even Stu was amused. "I can't eat if I'm sitting next to him." You just shook your head. "Okay besides obsessive compulsive over here, we do need to have a talk." Billy actually began to eat his food that you were sure was starting to get cold. "How long is Stu staying here?" Billy spoke jealousy evident in his voice. "Till we go back to school next week." You said before taking a drink from your glass. "My parents threatened to hire a maid so I couldn't throw any more parties." Stu laughed before shoving more food in his mouth.

You couldn't wrap your head around how parents could care so little about their child. "That's insane but we're getting off track. Stu in an ideal situation where would you want this to go?" You looked between him and Billy. "Can't we just hang out and see where it goes?" You liked the idea, it was one you thought about several times but it wouldn't work. "I wish we could but there's three of us involved. There's jealousy and guilt. Billy is already jealous you're staying with me." The boy next to you dropped his fork holding up his hands. "Hey I'm not jealous." Both you and Stu looked at him with straight faces. "Okay maybe I was a little jealous. Sue me."

"I want this to work out. I want to be able to call you both mine eventually." Billy laughed at his friend. "That's not going to work. I'm not having the world think I'm some sort of fairy." Stu just shot you a look. You weren't sure how to address the situation. With a huff Stu started talking. "I don't care what people think and I know that you do. I'm not going to tell anyone anything you don't want me to. I figured you knew that by now." You knew this was something time would have to fix. Neither you or Stu could force Billy to be okay with himself.

"How's this? All three of us are in a relationship. No two people more than the other. No labels. What we do behind closed doors is our business." Billy continued to eat leaving you and Stu to wait for some homophobic comment. "Works for me." He said as he wiped his lips with a napkin. "Stu?" You questioned. The short haired boy was just surprised with Billy's acceptance. "I'm alright with that. What do we do in public though?" Billy perked up also wanting an answer to the question. "Well we could just say I'm the girlfriend."

"When we're in public you're my girlfriend." A discussion with Billy was him simply telling it like it is. Stu was so used to it he thought he actually had a say in something. You weren't having it. "Is that alright with you?" Stu thought about it for a moment. "I guess so. I don't care for labels. What about holding hands and things like that? Do I just wait till we get home?" Billy seemed disinterested in the conversation. He wasn't expecting so many rules to what should be simple.

"I don't care if you two hold hands or whatever. At the end of the day though the word on the street is that you're my girlfriend." Billy was dead set on this. It sounded like a possessive thing and part of it was. Most of it however was just the security of the title. "Okay then that's settled. My only thing is and I can't be convinced otherwise, there will be no cheating." The boys found the word "cheating" rather funny since this so called relationship was between three people. "What does that mean exactly?" Billy asked resting his elbows on the table. "It means we don't sleep with anyone who isn't in this room."

Stu could live with that but he wasn't sure of Billy's loyalty. "Fair. Speaking of sex though how's that supposed to work? I don't want you two fooling around while I'm away." His hand swatted the air between you and Stu. "I'm going to want one on one time with the both of you on occasion. I'm sure the two of you will want your privacy sometimes." Billy would be fine sleeping with you by himself but the idea of you and Stu alone bothered him. He realized that was hypocritical. "So me and Billy can screw around without you and you don't mind?" Stu asked earning a glare from Billy. The idea didn't bother you.

"Yeah and if one of you comes over after school to spend the night it won't be an issue. This has to be fair to everyone involved. I'm not saying we'll never all be together. I'm sure that most of the time I'll be with the both of you." You took a sip of your drink leaving a small moment for either one of them to talk. Neither of them did. "I want to make it clear that you two are not dating me. We are all dating each other." Billy and Stu gave each other a look one you had a hard time reading. "What's the difference?" Stu asked. You don't know why you thought this would be a quick and easy conversation.

"The difference is we are all equal here. If one of us feels left out or has an issue then we'll discuss it together. Does that make sense?" Stu nodded actually following along with every word you said. "I'm sorry am I boring you?" You asked Billy who seemed aloof with the whole idea of a relationship. "No but is all this really necessary? It's seems like a business deal." Stu had to agree with his friend on that. "It is necessary if you want this to be a long term thing. You are far too jealous to not have rules and Stu is far too sensitive." The short haired boy couldn't even argue.

"Okay fine." Billy wouldn't admit it but he knew you were right. "What about dates?" Stu asked and the question alone made that giddy feeling come back. "Dates should be all three of us." Billy added his two cents. "That's what I was thinking." Stu wanted the same thing you did. For this to be an equal relationship. You listened to the boys not seeing anything wrong with the idea. "Alright any dates have to involve all three of us. Is there anything else?"

You wanted to have hope, be optimistic for once. However the quickness of everything really bothered you. "I hope not." Billy half laughed with Stu nodding in return. "This seems fast right?" You weren't crazy. This whole thing happened in such a short span of time. Part of the reason being the murders. Billy and Stu weren't dumb they knew how quickly all of this developed. Billy was well aware of how swiftly he became infatuated with you. You would say it's because of the scheme you had planned but he knew it was more than that. Stu however just fell in love easily. He was like a stray dog, you feed them once and they'll keep showing up at your door.

"It is fast but it doesn't have to be." Billy tried to be the understanding and caring boyfriend you so desperately wanted. "Yeah! We could go out and try to do this the right way." Stu was all for a old fashioned relationship. He wasn't sure if you could have a gayish old fashioned relationship but you three would be the first to do it. You smiled. Atleast the boys were looking at the glass half full. Billy looked at Stu having one of those wordless conversations. You stopped trying to read them at this point.

The boys helped clean up the table, Billy was tasked with washing dishes as penance for his previous offenses. He knew it'd take more than some corning ware but he was willing to do it for you. "Me and Y/n were listening to some records earlier." Stu talked as he toyed with the record cabinet. "Is that so?" Billy continued scrubbing the glassware only looking up to glance at Stu. "Yeah. Did you know Elvis came in his pants on stage once?" You snickered as you swept the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you tell me that?"

Stu laughed, one of his favorite activities was catching his partner off guard. "Hey she told me. If I have to know it so do you." The boy pointed at you making Billy turn around. His hands were wet gripping the counter he leaned on. "He's already screwed up enough don't encourage him." Stu smiled a big smile falling in the floor in front of you. "Please, oh please encourage me." He begged making you roll your eyes. "See what I mean?" Billy shook his head with a smirk wiping his hands off on a dish towel.

"Okay seriously that hurt." Stu said holding his stomach as he stood up. "Oh my god let me see it." Billy laughed at your aggravated tone. You lifted Stu's shirt just enough to check the bandages. Billy watched wishing he was still in pain so you could look after him. "You're not bleeding but remind me tonight I've got to change your bandages." Stu looked over at Billy trying to read his expression. He felt like shit seeing the wounds that covered Stu's abdomen. Everyone in the room knew who caused the damage but no one acknowledged it.

"I'm sorry about that." Billy said cracking his knuckles. His eyes were focused on the floor not ready to show off the look of guilt on his face. "It's no problem. I'm gonna have badass scars." You looked up at Stu once you taped down his bandage. "You're right about that." You noticed the tension between the two boys and you weren't sure what it was about. "I'm going to go put on some pajamas. You two okay down here?"

"We're not toddlers we can manage." Stu's words were only half true. They definitely weren't toddlers but they certainly couldn't manage on their own. You walked up the stairs shutting your bedroom door behind you. Billy looked up the stairs for a second making sure you were gone. "We should plan a date." Stu smiled at the boy. "Look at Loomis getting all romantic." Billy refrained from smacking him seeing he's done enough damage for while. "Yeah yeah, where would you want to go?" Stu was a little confused by the question. "Shouldn't you ask Betty Crocker?" He figured the impromptu date was to please you. Billy already had Stu eating out of the palm of his hand all he needed was for you to do the same. "I'm taking you both out ass-wipe. That's what we're doing now right?"

Stu hated how excited the thought made him. Billy never took Stu out for anything other than a rented VHS tape. The idea that he could have a semi-normal relationship with the man he's cared about for years never crossed his mind. "We could take her to an antique store or something? She likes those places, they make me sneeze." Billy rubbed his face with his hand. "Stu I'm trying my best here I'd love some cooperation. Where do you want to go?" Stu had no idea. He's never been taken out anywhere. He took Tatum shopping and Casey too but he's never had those favors returned.

"We could go roller skating!" Stu hadn't been to a roller rink since he was a kid. "I like the enthusiasm but stitches, high speeds, and hard wood don't mix well when you're involved." He wanted to be upset but Billy made a valid point. "That arcade opened up down town. Would you be okay with doing that?" It was a better plan than wearing dirty skates. "I'll be fine but you're going to get your ass kicked in Mortal Kombat." Billy watched a smile light up Stu's face. "Oh you're on."

"Who's on?" You asked walking back into the kitchen. Billy looked you up and down admiring the nightgown he picked out in person. "I'm turned on." Stu said raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Well turn yourself off because I'm not in the mood to be spit roasted." Stu's jaw dropped at your words while Billy just stood confused. "What?" Stu stood up whispering the definition into his partner's ear. You watched in delight as Billy's features grew serious and that sinister glint in his eyes returned. "You are more fucked up that I thought." His eyes once again scanned you from head to toe.

"You say that like you don't love it." You walked to the living room turning on the TV. Believe it or not you were just as evil as they were. Just in different scenarios. You majored in the psychological warfare department. "She's going to be the death of us." Billy groaned as you sat down on the sofa. Stu smiled walking backwards into the living room. He held out his arms dramatically looking at Billy. "What a wonderful way to go."

(if your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you.)

Part 13

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[wandafiction]

Declarations - Just Us Chapter 59

Warnings 18+: Shower Sex, Oral (Wanda Receiving), Praise, Teasing, Squirting, Aftercare

Word Count: 4244

Series List | Chapter 58 | Chapter 60

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So here I am sitting on Wanda's couch with my head in my hands, as Wanda prepares our food since I ruined the dinner plans. I think she is getting the pizza out of the freezer, which is definitely not some posh pasta dish but it's still good. Vision was in the wrong, I had a right to say what I said and walk out didn't I? I think I did the right thing. I mean I also did make a scene and I promised myself I wouldn't. God why did he have to say what he did, why couldn't he have just kept his mouth shut. Why couldn't I keep mine shut? I'm a fucking idiot he isn't going to want me around the twins, let alone take them to fucking Canada. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 

"Y/n." I jump slightly when I feel Wanda’s hand on my back not hearing her make her way over, her voice is soft doing her best in keeping me calm. No doubt she is angry with me or something. I feel Wanda's hand move off of my back, finding a new home on my knee and her other hand comes to rest on my other knee as well. I lift my face out of my hands to look up at Wanda as she bends down to match my height, her attentive eyes on me make my bottom lip quiver and my eyes gloss over.

"I'm sorry Wanda." I bury my face back into my hands as a sob takes over me. "I...I am so, so sorry. I didn't want any of that to happen tonight. I. He. I ruined everything."

"Baby you did absolutely nothing wrong. Vision needs to be the one apologising." Wanda's thumbs rub at my knees, as I lift my head up once again, wiping my eyes with my hands. "You did nothing wrong. You stood up for yourself, and Zak and others. You did good."

"Okay." She gives me a half smile knowing I don't quite believe her but doesn't force her words on me anymore.

"Okay. Well why don't you get changed, the pizzas will be cooking by the time you're back." 

"I love you Wanda." I watch as she melts at my words, her eyes full of love and adoration.

"I love you too Y/n." Wanda leans forward planting a chaste kiss on my lips before standing up. She holds her hands out for me to take and when I do she pulls me up till I'm standing in front of her, and her thumbs start circling over my knuckles.

"I really do love you Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n." 

"And I really do love you Wanda Django Maximoff." She beams up at me pulling me into an almost feverish kiss. "It will be a late dinner if you continue."

"Yeah, Yeah go get changed." She swats my butt playfully as I start to walk away and I shoot her a small wink as I look back over my shoulder. "Hey! No, that's not funny. Don't think I forgot about the little restroom incident, leaving me high and dry like that." 

"Well from my understanding you were most certainly not dry when I left you." I catch the couch cushion that comes right for my face and then duck the next one as Wanda grumbles to herself. "Aww is my baby girl in need of my attention. I thought last night would have made you want a break." 

"I could never want a break from you." I watch carefully as Wanda bites her lips, her eyes moving up and down my body like she is seeing what is underneath my clothes.

Well she has seen it enough times to have it memorised. But I catch her sneaky little hand going for another couch cushion so it doesn't surprise me when one comes flying toward my head, again. This time I lean to the left, catching it with my right hand before letting it drop to the floor and I smile when I see Wanda's jaw open slightly. 

"Okay not only are you teasing me, but I can't even get you back for it. Are you some sort of ninja with those relaxes?" Wanda huffs out a laugh as I gently toss all the cushions back onto the couch.

"No, just too quick I guess." 

"Whatever you say. But if you don't hurry then there is going to be no pizza to eat and you will go hungry because I will have eaten it all. Shoo go get changed." 

"You've not even put it in the oven yet and I would say I know a few other ways to fill me up." Wanda raises a quizzical eyebrow towards me. "Just have you for my breakfast, lunch and dinner." 

I smirk as Wanda's face flushes red and she turns it away from me slightly trying to hide it, grumbling to herself about me teasing her. I saunter my way over to where she is standing, her head moving so her eyes can watch my movements, her bottom lip between her teeth. I turn to the side as I slowly brush past her, bringing my mouth down to her ear breathing hot air into. Her eyes flutter closed, a sigh leaving her lips and I use her distracted state to loop my fingers through the belt loop of her pants and start dragging her with me as I walk backwards towards the hallway. Once she realises we are on the move, her eyes open now just a small slither of color visible as she allows me to pull her to her room. 

Wanda's hands make their way to my arms and she starts stroking them up and down, her lust filled eyes moving to our surroundings when I pull us into her ensuite. I remove one of my hands from her belt loops, leaning into the shower and turning it on so it can heat up. I loop my finger back through the belt loop and pull her body flush against mine, her head tilting back so she can see me. Her hands leave my arms, cupping my face as she pulls me into a passionate kiss. My hands immediately start fumbling with the buttons on her pants, unzipping them and pushing them down her legs. She wiggles them down and steps out of them, kicking them away from us so we don't trip. 

I move my hand down to her clothed core and start rubbing at her clit with two fingers, her head falling against my chest as her hips try to push against my hand. I feel a wet spot growing in her underwear the more a rub circles, the sighs leaving Wanda's mouth causing a shiver to go down my spine. I push her underwear to the side and run a finger through her folds earning me a small moan, Wanda's hands now holding the back of my neck for support. I run two fingers through her folds this time, dipping them in her entrance slightly before removing them and going back to circle her clit with soft touches to rile her up.

"Y/n please." 

"Please what baby?"

"I need you." She husks out as her hips push against my fingers trying to get them where she needs them. Instead I pull them away and she groans against my chest at the loss of feeling. I use my other hand to tilt her head up to look back up at me, and I see her swallow harshly at the smirk I have on my face. I bring my fingers that are coated in her juices up in front of her face, pushing them towards her mouth. 

"Suck." Wanda's lips immediately wrap around my two fingers and she moans at the taste of herself, her tongue swirling around them in a frantic Manner. I pull them out of her mouth, putting them in my mouth and smile at the taste that remains on them. "Be a good girl and strip for me." 

Wanda let's out a small moan at the name, and starts pulling her clothes off slowly giving me a show. When she is only in her bra and underwear, she slowly drags her hands behind her back unclipping her bra and slides it down her arms allowing it to drop to the floor. I feel my mouth water at the sight of her perky breasts, her nipples already hard. Wanda's breathing starts to pick up, as I drink her in with my eyes moving closer to her as I remove my own clothes. I hook my thumb around the hem of her underwear and push it down her legs until they freely fall to the floor. I place my hand on her chest, gently pushing her into the shower under the water as I close the door behind me. 

I put my hands on her waist pushing her back against the tiled wall of the shower, causing a gasp to leave her mouth. I connect our lips, my thumbs rubbing small circles on the thin skin on her hips, a moan leaving her mouth. I push my tongue into her mouth, with no fight from Wanda, and explore her mouth until air becomes a problem. I move my kisses down Wanda's neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as I move across it, sighs and moans living Wanda's mouth as I tease her more. Her hands wrap around my neck, grasping onto the hair back there as I bite down on her pulse point before soothing it with my tongue. 

I move my lips down from her neck to her collar bone, my hands dancing up her stomach and when they reach her breasts I give them a squeeze. I smile at the moan that leaves Wanda's lips as I continue to massage her breasts. I take her hard nipple into my mouth, swiping my tongue over it, and her hand shoots to the top of my head subconsciously pushing it down. I fight it off as I move my mouth to her other nipple, taking it into my mouth as my tongue swirls around it. Wanda's back arches, a guttural moan leaving her lips as I graze my teeth over the hard nub. 

"Baby please." I smile against her breast at her breathy pleads, deciding not to tease her anymore. I allow my tongue to lick a stripe down her abdomen feeling her muscles tense under it. I move to my knees, the warm water of the shower now hitting my back, as I move my mouth to her left hip. I suck at the skin, before taking it between my teeth and Wanda's grip on my hair tightens as I soothe it with my tongue and smile at the fresh purple mark I see. I pepper kisses across to her other hip, giving it the same treatment and her moans start to fill the shower my name passing through her lips. 

"Y/n…" her voice is breathy and small as I move my kisses down to her thighs avoiding the place she needs me most. I rest my left cheek on her right thigh as I tilt my head to look at her.

"Princess?" Wanda's head tilts downwards, a silent plea on her face as she bites her lips when I drag my hands down her body to her butt. I squeeze it gently, her back arching off the wall once more as she tugs on my head a little a moan leaving my mouth at the pleasurable pain.

"No more teasing. I need you."

"What do you need?" I kiss up her thigh once more enjoying the pleasurable sighs that leave her lips. A small moan leaves her lips, her head pressing against the wall as I press them gently against her clit before moving them down her other thigh stopping at her knee once again. She moves her head back down to look at me, her chest rising up and down quickly, one hand in my hair the other against the wall. What a beautiful sight to see before me, Wanda coming undone at the smallest of touches.

"I need you. Your fingers, your tongue. Please just fuck me, use me, anything." Her hips buck when I move my hands through her folds, a loud moan leaving her lips. I move them back to push harsh tight circles against her clit, her head rests against the wall as her back arches off of it. She pulls on my hair again trying to get my mouth to where she wants it, but I smirk against her knee and slowly drag my tongue up her leg. I use my free hand to lift her left leg over my shoulder, running my hands through her folds once more. She groans and grumbles when I remove them, only to moan when I attach my mouth to her clit. Her hips grind against my face as I move my tongue through her slick and into her entrance. A guttural moan leaves her lips at the feeling of the muscle inside her. 

I move my fingers, with her juices on them, up to her mouth pushing it past her lips. Her hips buck against my face as she hums against my fingers and starts to swirl her tongue around them. My other hand massages her thigh that's resting on my shoulder as my tongue alternates between giving her clit attention and diving into her entrance. She moans without a filter when my teeth graze over the swollen and sensitive bud, pulling my face impossibly closer as I allow her hips to ride my face however she wants.

"Y/n I'm going to cum...please." She moans when I push my tongue back into her entrance, and my hand that was on her thigh moves upwards so I can press my thumb against her clit. 

"Cum for me baby girl." The vibrations of my words are enough to send Wanda into a blistering orgasm as her juices rush out and cover not only my face but my chest too, as her hips jutter against my face through the last of her high. She tugs on my hair pulling my face away, the continued use of my tongue on her core too much for her. I rest my chin on her hip bone as I watch her calm down, her hand staying in my hair as the other pushes the baby hairs off her forehead. I gently remove her leg from my shoulder and start to rub my hands up and down her thighs in a soothing manner. 

I move from my knees to my feet, so I can give her a few pecks on the lips which she struggles to reciprocate as she calms down. Wanda buries her head into the crook of my neck, I hold her waist as her arms wrap around my neck, trying to regulate her breathing. After a few minutes she pulls away, her eyes scanning my face and my chest and I smirk at the bright red blush the spread quickly. 

"Never knew you were a squirter." Wanda takes her lips between her teeth, her eyes flicking back to mine before she answers.

"Neither did I." I raise a surprised brow as she nods. "That was all you baby." 

"Well I can't wait to get you to do it again, and again and again and again." Wanda pushes her lips against mine to shut me up as she giggles against them.

"I can't wait either." Wanda's hand pushes mine away as I start to move it closer to her core. "Not yet, I'm too sensitive."

"Okay princess." I peck her lips a few times before moving away from her and under the hot stream of water, to wash her juices off of me. When I see her legs slightly shake as she moves towards me, my arms reach out as my hands grasp her waist. "I got you."

"I don't think I'm going to be able to walk." 

"That's okay. I will look after you. Let's get you washed, dried and changed into something comfy. Then I will cook the pizzas, and we can have a relaxed night on the couch."

"You're so good to me." Wanda stands on her tiptoes capturing my lips between hers. She gives the bottom lip attention nibbling at it gently before pulling away with it between her teeth and letting it go with a pop. 

"Only the best for my princess." 

"Your princess?" I hum in agreement. "I like it."

"And I love you."

"I love you too. Do you want me to do you baby?" I shake my head lightly stopping her hand from travelling down to my core.

"No, you're tired. And anyway tonight was all about you."

"Are you sure?"

"Im sure." I smile at the small relieved sigh that leaves her lips as she tiredly leans her forehead against my chest. She must be exhausted from our activities from last night and just now. My poor baby.

I quickly clean us both off, leaning to turn the shower off as I help Wanda step out and wrap her in a warm towel. Pulling her into the bedroom with me, I lay another towel down on the edge of the bed and gently push Wanda down to sit on the bed. I quickly get myself dried and changed before I grab her sleep clothes, placing them next to her and start to dry her off.

"Arms up princess." Wanda lazily lifts her arms up as I slot them through the holes in her t-shirt before pulling it over her head. I peck her lips a couple of times, which she tiredly reciprocates and then I move to dry her legs off. "Fuzzy socks or slippers?"

"Socks please." Wanda pouts cutely as she speaks with a child-like hint to her voice. 

"Of course." 

Wanda gives me her best smile as her eyes light up at the sight of her grey fuzzy socks. I pull her grey sweatpants up her legs first, pulling her arms around my neck so I can lift her up slightly and get them over her bum. I then put her socks on for her, making sure to tuck her sweatpants into them, giving her the extra comfort and warmth. As I am bent down I rest my hands on her knees and look up at her with my full attention on her beautiful face. My eyes search from her sharp jawline, to pronounced cheek bones which have light freckles scattered all over. She gives me her fuzzy smile, which causes small dimples to appear and her eyes shine brighter than I have seen them before as she looks down at me. When Wanda tilts her head in question, I lean up and peck her lips a few times that causes her to scrunch her nose and my heart skips a beat.

"I can't believe you're all mine." Wanda's brows scrunch together in confusion, and I lean up to kiss the space between them a few times until they relax.

"Well of course I'm yours. Who else's would I be?" I shake my head lightly, crossing my arms over her one another as they rest on her legs. Then move to rest my head on my forearms as I look up at her. Wanda's hand instantly makes its way down to my head and starts weaving through my hair, as the other one traces the edge of my features. 

"I just mean, I don't know what I did to ever deserve someone like you. Someone so attentive, so patient and understanding. Someone who adores me just as much as I adore them. Someone who accepts my broken pieces for what they are and doesn't try to force them back together, but instead takes their time making sure even the smallest of chips is back in the right place. Someone who sees me for me and not my wealth or I guess you can say the Stark family name. You take care of me, you protect me, you sit with me when I'm in a panic and help me to move forward with my life even if I get stuck in the past. You could have run a long time ago, I wouldn't have blamed you. People have run before, but you didn't. You stayed, you cared and you loved me. You love me so much, and when you show me that love in any way shape or form my heart skips a beat and my love for you grows every day. When you love me the way you do, I can see my whole future with you. And I know, I know we have only known each other for just over a month but you have buried yourself so deep within me that I can't escape you. And I don't want to escape you, I don't want to ever let you be anyone else's but mine. I love you so fucking much Wanda, it's scary how much I do but that only tells me that what I feel for you is as real as the clothes on our back. I don't really know where I was going with this, I think it was maybe an I adore you, or a thank you for staying but it sort of turned into this whole big declaration of my love. But that's what you do to me. You drive me crazy in the best possible way." 

"Are we married now?" I full on belly laugh at Wanda's reply, not expecting it at all but also she's right it did sound like my wedding vows. Wanda's hands cup my face and it's only now that I realise that she is crying so many happy tears. 

"Not yet. But maybe I should get you a promise ring to signify my declaration."

"I wouldn't say no to that." 

"Good to know." I go to say something else but Wanda pulls my face upwards into an emotional kiss as tears continue to fall from her eyes.

"My turn." Wanda rests her forehead against mine, as I press my lips together savouring the kiss, and her eyes look into my soul once more. I signal for her to continue and she takes in a shaky breath trying to calm herself down. She gives me an eskimo kiss as she lets out one more shaky breath before speaking.

"Y/n you are all those things and more. Not only do you care for me, you care for my boys as well, when I see you getting on with them, messing around with them, when you and Tommy are snuggled on the couch together. God even when the three of you are ganging up on me, my heart swells and grows with the amount of love it makes me feel. I feel so at peace but at the same time so full of adrenaline and joy when I am around you. Even just the simple act of holding hands is the best feeling in the world to me and you make sure that I never lose that touch when we are with one another. You also make sure that at least one part of us is always in contact with the other because you know how much I cherish and savour the touch. As you said yourself, touch is my love language, and jeez were you right. I can't get enough of it, of you. And before you lose your mind to the gutter I don't mean in just that way, it doesn't even have to be physical. The way you look at me, your eyes so full of love your way with words I melt at them and I feel so much love for you it hurts me. I'm scared too, I know it's cliché and probably over used but I've never truly felt this with anyone before. You are the person I want to wake up to every day, you are the person I want the boys to grow up around. You are the person who I love with my whole heart. You are my person Y/n. And I love all of you with all that I have."

I pull Wanda's face down smashing our lips together, not give a single fuck about how salty it is due to how many tears we have both shed. Our lips dance together for what feels like forever until I pull away first, needing to come up for air. We lean our foreheads against one another, both our hands on each other's faces as our thumbs rub gentle circles against one another's cheeks. A fuzzy smile grows on Wanda's face, her eyes flicking between mine and I can feel my own smile growing on my face at the sight and I can only assume mine shows as much love as Wanda's does as she brings out lips together in a slow but sensual kiss. When we pull away once again Wanda wraps her arms around my neck pulling my head against her chest, and I listen to the rapid beating of her heart. I wrap my arms around her torso holding her close, feeling my own heart pounding against my chest.

I'm all in from this point onwards.

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[splish--splash--minecraft]

My latest fic (like it belongs) got more attention than I'd been expecting so I've decided to write the scene of them talking after 3rd life! This is just a snippet, and the full thing isn't done yet. But I figured I may as well post some of it for you guys since I quite like how it's turning out.

Snippet under the cut

“Hey, songbird,” Scar nearly coos at him, and it takes everything within Grian not to trill back. He tries to pull the covers back over himself, but Scar clicks his tongue and pulls them further away. “No, no, don’t hide your pretty face. C’mon, we can talk about this, yeah?” He brushes his hair out of his eyes before trailing his fingers down Grian’s cheek, and his breath hitches.

Right. That was another thing, something he’d realized somewhere in between when they first started sleeping in the same bed and when he killed him. It wasn’t enough that he’d killed Scar twice. He just had to also go and fall for the man. 

Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure what to do with that knowledge. It’s not like he could tell him “hey, sorry for killing you. By the way, I think I’m in love with you.” For one, Scar deserves someone much better than the person who killed him twice. And two…

“I can hear you thinking in there. Care to share your thoughts?” When he doesn’t say anything, “You can take as long as you need.”

Grian doesn’t deserve someone as kind as Scar.

“I don’t deserve you,” he breathes out, before immediately freezing. He had not meant to say that out loud. He quickly tries to bury his head in his pillow, not wanting to look at Scar, but the man’s hand on his cheek prevents him from doing so.

His thumb strokes his cheek, and Grian almost wants to cry at the look Scar gives him. In fact, he does, little beads of tears dripping down that Scar is quick to wipe away. “What makes you say that?” he asks, patient. Kind. Caring.

Grian closes his eyes. “You saw the way it ended, didn’t you? And began. I - all I seem to be able to do is kill -” He can’t bring himself to finish the sentence, mouth snapping shut. 

Scar is silent for a bit, fingers still wiping away the tears as they continue to fall. When he finally does speak, it’s quiet. “I have a confession to make.”

Grian blinks up at him, an eyebrow raised. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it when Scar shakes his head.

“I never would have been able to kill you,” he whispers. “It would have killed me. And I’m sorry, because it seems like in forcing you to kill me, I’ve still ended up killing you.”

Grian frowns, sitting up a little. Scar’s hand falls from his cheek. “You didn’t kill me,” Grian argues. “I’m the one with your blood on my knuckles.”

Scar doesn’t say anything, just slowly reaches forward until he can take Grian’s hands into his. He examines them, turning them this way and that. Grian lets him.

“Hmm. Funny, I don’t see any blood on them.”

Grian scoffs, taking his hands back. Scar lets go of them easily. “I can feel it.”

Scar hums. He reaches back for him, and Grian only hesitates for a second before letting him take them again. Scar runs his fingers over them, over his palm or in between his fingers or down to his wrists.

“Y’know what I feel?” A moment later, when Grian doesn’t say anything, Scar continues. “I feel hands that hold with all the care in the world.”

Grian opens his mouth to argue again, but Scar keeps talking.

“And I know you don’t feel it. I know you feel the blood. The roughness. Hands that feel like all they can ever do is hurt. But they don’t. They love. They heal. They’re gentle.” Scar lifts one of them to his lips and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles. Grian swallows.

He wants to argue with him more, to continue to blame himself for everything. The words don't come.

[jungkookslipring]

Giggles for Lixie pt 2.

So I made a pt 2 lmao🤣 Lee!Felix is my favorite okay???😀 anyways hope you enjoy!! Check out pt 1 if you haven’t!! : https://www.tumblr.com/jungkookslipring/714437363474022400/giggles-for-lixie

Lee! Felix 🐥

Ler! Chan 🐺

It was a fairly quiet day in the dorms. The Aussie brothers had nothing to do that day so they decided it would be fun to spend the whole day together. They live in seperate dorms now so it’s harder to find quality time nowadays.

Currently, the two were watching Deadpool all cuddled up on Chan’s bed. Chan had Felix sitting in his lap with his back against his chest. The youngest Aussie has his head tucked under his oldest brother's chin while Chan wrapped his arms around the younger’s stomach. Felix was completely relaxed in Chan’s arms until Chan started rubbing his stomach. Felix bit his lip trying to suppress a giggle. He was the biggest lee in their group, and was a victim at least 3 times a week.

Of course, Chan noticed immediately.

“You good Lix?” He asked, biting back a smile. Felix tried to play it cool, not letting his Hyung catch him red handed. Chan shrugged and continued his movements, pretending like he doesn’t know his actions are torturing his Aussie brother. He switched from rubbing his stomach to lightly scratching it. Felix jumped at that and covered his mouth. There was a particularly funny scene playing, and Chan took that opportunity to take it to the next level.

“Isn’t this scene so funny?” He laughed as he pressed his fingers a little deeper into Felix’s tummy. Lix let out a giggle trying to cover up the fact his giggles were from Chan and not Ryan Renolds. This continued on for a while until Chan decided to go in for the kill and squeeze Felix’s tummy rapidly when another funny scene popped up. Chan laughed the second Felix did, making himself seem innocent while he was squeezing the heck out of the younger.

“CHANNIE HYUHUHUHUNG IHIHIHIHT TIHIHIHICKLES” Felix managed to squeak out as he shook his head laughing. Channie giggled as he started scribbling at Felix’s abs. Felix threw his head back onto Chan’s shoulder and just let it happen. He had no fighting chance against Chan as he was too skilled, not that Felix minded. He stopped fighting with his body and just went limp in Chan’s hold, laughing to his heart's content. Chan cooed as his hand slithered into one of Lix’s armpits. Felix squeaked and fell into full on laughter as his ears turned red. Chan let go of Felix’s arms and swiftly stuck his hand into his other armpit while keeping a tight grip on Lix’s waist with his legs. Felix crossed his arms over his chest and tried to curl up on himself as much as possible, when in reality the only thing he could move was his head as he hid his face in Chan’s neck laughing his ass off. Chan was so whipped for this kid.

“Awww cuuuuuuute” he giggled as he continued to tickle the poor Aussie’s armpits.

“IHIHIHITS AHAHAHAHAH IHIHITS TOOHOO MUHUHUHUCH” Lix screamed.

This went on for a while until Chan felt tears on his neck. He slowly stopped his actions and pulled away to look at his Aussie. Lix had tears from all the laughing and had a big ol smile on his face. Chan knew he was fine but still wanted to check in.

“Are you okay Lix?” He asked rubbing his shoulders. Felix giggled as he wiped his eyes.

“Yeah…thank you Channie Hyung,” he answered shyly. Chan smiled and hugged his baby.

“Anytime bug,” he said as Lix situated himself back into their first position to finish off the movie.

[webraciszekbastion]

Yakou Furio x Reader who is a Horror fanatic

pairing: Yakou Furio x GN!Reader

Yakou met you at the bookstore when he was looking for Vivia.

Yakou loves to hear you talk about your favorite books or movies. The passion and joy that emanate from you are like sunshine to Yakou in a gloomy city like Kanai Ward. Even if your descriptions of certain scenes make him pale in the face.

You love to watch horror movies in the company of your boyfriend, however, you know that it is not difficult to scare him. That's why you watch horror movies with him with themes that Yakou can handle, such as home invasion, survival or psychological. Horror movies with a paranormal theme, gore or monsters, you leave for your private marathons.

Yakou may have nightmares after watching movies together. Every time he wakes up in the night, he is terrified and looks for you. He usually calms down when he realizes you are sleeping safely next to him or in case you return to your apartment after picking up the phone. Despite the fact that he snaps you out of your sleep, you think it's nice of him.

You love it when Yakou tightly, hugs you. You love the thrill and adrenaline surge when you feel fear, but the warm feeling of security that Yakou bestows on you, you won't trade for anything else.

You often jump on him and wrap your arms around his neck. Yakou likes this too, but he usually loses his guard around you, so it's certain that you'll take advantage of this. When Yakou isn't wearing a blouse or has his shoulders uncovered, you're sure to sink your teeth into his skin, leaving a juicy red mark. Lucky for him, he's too cute and gorgeous to be eaten (You are of this opinion, even if you turn into a zombie 😉 )

He knows that your favorite food, is anything with an intense red color but GOD GIVE THIS MAN POWER ! Yakou hates it when you get, red colored sauce to your order. That's when you always act like one of the antagonists of horror movies, eating the corpses of your victims, spreading the sauce over your hands and around your mouth, like fresh blood. You always get dirty, and Yakou won't give you a break until he wipes your entire face and hands of excess sauce( In this regard, he's worse than a mother washing her child).

You like to read books with Vivia and exchange them. You usually sit leaning against Vivia and while reading, you pet him on the head with one hand. You keep telling Yakou in jest that you should adopt a green-haired man.

When Yakou is busy, you enjoy reviewing files from the various cases he and his team are currently working on. You often throw in references to movies and books. More than once through this you have suggested a thought that has shed new light on a case. In such situations, Yakou happily takes you in his arms and kisses you. Everyone thinks you should have become a detective.

Once you persuaded Yakou to go with you to the maze, where you have to go out while escaping from horror movie characters. Yakou was skeptical, but didn't want to disappoint you. It was fun, screaming Yakou was cute as well as funny. However, when the actor, playing Jason, threw himself at Yakou, you sold the actor a decent kick that he lost consciousness. Of course, the two of you were thrown out, and Yakou offered a ride on the Ferris wheel as a quieter end to the day.

The doors of the agency, are always open to you. There is, however, one small problem. You move completely silently, sneaking in with the precision of a burglar, so every time you appear, you startle someone. Most often, it is Yakou. However, when a man gets pissed off, you simply kiss him, and he immediately calms down. Even though Yako asks you not to do it, you can't help yourself. His cries sound too delicious to give up this pleasure.

After a full day of work, when you couldn't meet, Yakou calls you and asks you to tell him about your day. You have a tendency to talk yourself up, and Yakou listens to your voice, because nothing relaxes him more than the sound of your voice.

[sexygrass]

11. Close Enemy.

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

Mystic Falls, Virginia, February 2020|

That night the group of nine were partying loud and hard as if their lives depended on it, Jungwoo, Haechan, and Mark were humans back then. and the youngest has almost reached the legal age to drink, almost.

"Can you keep an eye on him? It's his first time drinking and I think he had enough, I'm going to use the bathroom and I don't trust that he won't make a scene in my absence." Mark yelled over the loud music, "That depends, are you just peeing or taking a shit?" Mark raised his hand to slap him but Renjun shielded himself behind Jeno who was busy talking to a random girl. 

"Hey, we're leaving in fifteen, okay?" Jeno looked at his brother nonchalantly before drifting his gaze back at the girl, "Yeah, whatever." 

"Okay haechan, here's your dare," yuta grinned,"Call Subway and ask when the next train is." haechan snorted at him, "Come on, man! I can do better than that!" he whined at him.

"Write something embarrassing on your body with a sharpie!" Jaehyun hollered after Johnny's suggestion, "Ha! That thing I'll do! Jaemin, your purse, hurry!" Jaemin grimaced at him, "It's not a purse! It's a man-bag!" he corrected him, "and here!" he slammed the sharpie on his hand. "Dude, why do you have a Sharpie on your bag?" Renjun asked genuinely confused.

"What to write? what to write?" Haechan tapped his forehead with the head on the pen, "Oh! Oh! I got it!... I need a mirror," they watched him climb the stairs recklessly; three steps in one step.

"he's a dork," Johnny shook his head as he sipped on his drink, "but he's funny," doyoung nodded. "Mark won't like this," jungwoo chuckled and went to pour himself another drink but Jaehyun took the bottle from him, "You had enough for the night, you're already drunk."

"What's going on here?" Taeyong walked to them with an arched brow, "Yeah, what's going on? and why I saw Haechan in the bathroom asking hyunjin to write on his face?" 

"Okay! All done!" all of them turned around inquisitively and excitedly before bursting into fits of laughter, Johnny started slapping and clapping while Renjun and jaemin fished their phones out, snapping as many pictures as they could.

Mark gasped loudly, "bitch! It was you who farted then!—fuck, you literally shat yourself and blamed the smell on me!" they all laughed before they decided to call it a night.

it was raining heavily at the time when everyone got in their cars and left, The dreamies went with Taeyong except haechan who insisted on riding with doyoung. their whole ride back home was full of banters, laughs, and gossip as doyoung found haechan's drunk state amusing to the point where he was distracted and didn't notice the opposite car coming their way.

In reflex, haechan screamed and tried to spin the steering wheel to avoid the car only for them to end up crashing into it. as a reflex, Haechan flew through the laminated glass because he wasn't wearing his seatbelt.

the couples who were in the car were already dead when doyoung checked on them. panicked and skittish, he rushed to haechan and laid his head on his lap, "You're fine, bud. You're fine," he kept chanting, nervously. haechan's face was covered in blood and barely breathing as his heartbeats gradually slowed.

biting his wrist, doyoung brought it to his mouth so he'd drink his blood, "I'm not letting you die, not like this. You're going to be fine, I promise." he caressed his face, wiping the blood off gently before snapping his neck; giving him a merciful kill.

the next day, Renjun buried his parents with an empty soul and a tearful and heartbreaking goodbye. unaware of the real reason for their death—the real responsible for the accident. putting him under the wrong belief that it was due to the bad weather that blocked their vision from seeing the stray deer that jumped out of nowhere. or so what the mayor and the sheriff told him.

...

Present time|

Mark was sitting on the sidewalk with Winter at his side, chatting and laughing at some lame jokes while the rest were skating in another empty pool that's not the Choi's since a certain someone decided it was smart to jump powerfully to see how far the water splash would reach.

"So are you free this evening? I was thinking we should have a date, we haven't been able to spend some...private time together in a while," he suggested with a small grin, flinging his arm around Winter's Frame and bringing her to lay on his chest. she let a content sigh and nodded, "sure, that'd be sweet, Markei." he chuckled and kissed her hair.

Haechan suddenly halted and climbed the pool making Jaemin and Jisung stop too. "hyuck, are you okay?" Mark's question kept unanswered as the tanned vampire started looking at the surroundings with an alarmed mind. Soon Mark heard it too.

"We should leave...NOW!" Haechan yelled at them, testy. "Why? What's happening?" Jisung asked baffled. "you're been weird and shady since yesterday, is there something we need to know? huh?" Chenle narrowed his eyes at the oldest. 

Mark helped his girlfriend stand up before giving the orange head a timid glance. scrunching his nose, jaemin picked up his skateboard with a depleted sigh, "You guys are giving me a headache."

Jaemin walked toward the trees but stopped once he saw twenty men circling them, "Well, well, look who we have here!" a blond-haired man exclaimed, "Three humans, two vampires, and a witch! What a dysfunctional group of friends," he smiled smugly at them. Winter recognized him but kept glancing at him wordlessly behind Mark who stood protectively in front of her with shielding arms.

Chenle and Jaemin looked at each other with knitted brows, "Vampires?... A witch?" They were baffled. Haechan clenched his jaw and his eyes turned dark, his sclera turning red as dark veins protruded under his eyes as his sharp fangs elongated. "Stay back. Mark!" 

Mark soon grabbed Winter and Jaemin while Jisung yelled the spelling word "Pondas!" Soon Oscar's vampires started groaning and falling to their knees, clutching their heads in extreme agony and pain. taking the chance, Haechan tried to grab the stiffened chenle and Jisung and sprint away but the blond vampire stood in his way with bleeding eyes and nose, and a bloody crooked smile.

"Needs you more than that, witch!" he growled at them. Haechan looked around frantically searching for his brother. he felt his heart fall into a pit when he spotted him circled with more than ten vampires. Jaemin was visibly shaking and Winter looked around with trembling eyes as she held Mark's arm for dear life.

"Tell him we got—" Chanyeol kicked his head open before pushing the dismembered body down lightly with his hand, "Sorry, I was late," he sent them a timid glance. Haechan smiled and nodded at him. 

Chanyeol barked at his vampires to get in action and soon the whole pool filled with blood, hearts, and heads of Oscar's vampires. 

clapping his hands, he ambled toward the last remaining of Oscar's sidekicks with a smirk, "Do you know why you're still alive?" he shook his head 'no', Chanyeol snickered and placed a hand on his shoulder, never breaking the eye contact.

"I left you alive to send a message to your boss, tell him the doppelgänger is under our lady's protection. crossing him means crossing her. and that my mate, is a dreadful mistake. tell him he just brought death to his doorstep, now leave," he emphasized with a deep voice before turning on his heel toward Mark but halted once he caught Chenle's infuriated gaze and bright yellow eyes.

"You're a vampire?!" he shouted, unbelievably. Haechan stepped away from him with widened eyes, "Your eyes...it can't be." Chenle's chest was heaving slowly from the rage that was building inside of him as he clutched his bloodied hands due to killing one of the vampires with his bare hands.

"You're a werewolf," Chanyeol stated more than asked, "and you're vampires!—" 

"CHENLE!" They turned to see Kun, Ten, and Xiaojun with blood splattered on them. "Let me guess, you're werewolves too?" Haechan scoffed, testy.

"says the backstabbing vampires!" Ten barked back, "pretending to be our friends and then attacking us!" They looked at them, confused and angered. "We did not!" Mark defended. Chanyeol watched with a grin before shaking his head and motioning for his vampires to leave. you really went there, huh?

Hearing him, Chanyeol halted in his tracks and turned slowly "You are her vampires, aren't you? you and the Elite?" Mark called with his lips curled in disbelief. The black-haired vampire raised an eyebrow at him before appearing in front of him, "We just saved your life and that doesn't seem like a glimmer of Thank you," he scoffed, "What a brat." chanyeol clicked his tongue in disappointment then disappeared along with his men.

wayv pack eyed them with furious eyes before Kun exclaimed, "Even if you were vampires we were fine with you but that ended today," he spoke, enraged. "Tell your friends this won't end well for them. chenle, you coming?" kun called for him, with an arched brow "I...I—"

Sensing his hesitation, Xiaojun flared a long breath, "THEY NEARLY KILLED YANGYANG!" chenle let out a gasp as he eyed his two best friends with wide eyes, "...chenle," jisung cried out. scowling at them, the orange-haired tsked and stomped away with angry steps and disappeared behind the corner.

"The Elites were here. it was a distraction! they attacked us when the rest left to meet with the hybrid. come home immediately." Mark Heard Doyoung talking with Haechan through the phone, "Yeah, we'll be there soon—we also got attacked—no—we're fine— we just discovered something—very important—we're coming, goddamn it!" 

"Do you think she planned this? all of this?" Haechan ushered at the massacre with a clenched jaw, "What's going on! vampires. witches. werewolves?!" Jaemin yelled, skittishly. Mark and haechan sighed a long tired breath before looking at him.

"Now is not the right time, Nana," Mark reassured,"What's important now is your safety. the both of you," he added glancing at his girlfriend.

"When were you planning to tell us?" in disappointment and pain by betrayal, Jaemin asked. "That if you considered doing so."

"We'll talk later, Jaemin, I promise. Now I need you to take her home okay?" he looked at him with pleading eyes. 

Jaemin rubbed his face, irritated, before nodding, "Baby, baby, look at me," he cupped her face and made her look at him, "You're going to be fine, okay," she nodded hesitantly, "I don't care about myself! these men are dangerous! Mark, what if something bad happens to you?"

he looked at her with pursed lips. when he saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes, he hugged her, "I'm going to be fine, baby, don't worry," he kissed her softly before making her look him in the eyes. 

"You're going to forget everything happened here, we skated, we had fun and nothing strange happened. You felt sick and decided to leave and jaemin suggested walking you home, okay?" She nodded obediently and left with Jaemin.

...

reaching their home, Johnny groaned, frustrated "Not again," he grimaced at the scene. "Can't they barge in more...gently? this sucks!" he threw his hands in the air.

 with the help of Taeyong and Jaehyun, they brought Taeil inside, "Oh, thank god! at least a good thing happened today," Doyoung exclaimed. 

"What happened here?" Taeyong asked," Baekyun, Kyungsoo, and, Sehun happened," he clicked his tongue, "they came here and asked us to invite them in, they claimed that they were here to discuss something important—" he shrugged before continuing "so we invited them in." 

"We were talking about normal deals and whatever before they started asking us these weird questions about a 'secret weapon' that they had claimed we were hiding! when we denied it, they got mad and ....voila, this happened!" 

he ushered at the messy house, open drawers, and broken closets. "Mark got attacked by Oscar's vampires... again, I called, and his on the way." They all sighed and watched jaehyun feeding taeil from a blood bag before drifting their eyes to yuta who stood up with a groan "What happened?"

"Last thing I saw was baekhyun's face before he snapped my neck," he grunted, "They're working for her, she's their sire." taeyong said in a taut voice, "Jeno is alive and he's with her right now,"

"Wait—what?" Mark and haechan exclaimed simultaneously, "he's alive!?"

...

"So, the Elites are her bitches that she controls. wayv are werewolves. they will try to kill us and they can!— because they believe we sent our vampires to kill them so... given their nature, a classical revenge move is quite predictable." he shrugged, casually before adding "Jeno is alive and whom we buried is some unlucky dude that we don't know! does this sum it up?"

"You forgot about Armageddon," Johnny added, "Oh, yeah. my mistake. and the armageddon that she believes we have, that we don't!" 

"Mark, this your fault," Haechan stated nonchalantly, "If you were to be her boyfriend, non of this shit would've happened."

"Bitch—I—  the fuck is happening in your heads?!" Mark gasped, unable to understand the way his brother's brain works. before the siblings would start to pull each other's hair. Taeyong spoke up.

"Enough," they all quieted down and looked at him, "I must tell you something,"

"Oh, god, he's one of her bitches too, isn't he?" Doyoung exclaimed with fake crying. "Bitch shut the fuck up, will ya? thank you," he rolled his eyes before walking out of the house.

"That's it? that's the end of the story?" Johnny called for him, slightly disappointed "I thought he was going to reveal something important like he really has this secret weapon, though,"

Taeyong walked back with a white box and sat in front of them, When he opened it he pulled a stake from it. "This is what she's talking about, I don't know how she knew we have it but somehow she does." he looked at them sternly, "a stake?"

"...a white Oak Stake?" Johnny exclaimed, astonished. "Where did you get it?"

Taeyong held the stake in his hand revealing it to the rest, "It doesn't matter how I get it. What matters is this is the only weapon on earth that's capable of destroying an original vampire; we can kill Samantha with this!" he exclaimed with a hopeful grin. 

Jaehyun and Jungwoo shared a look before drifting their gaze at Mark, The latter caught their eyes and arched a brow at them, "What?" Everyone eyed him wordlessly until finally, Taeil uttered his firstly since return. "She trusts you, you're the only one able to approach her."

the furrow between his brows deepened, "Are you telling me to—" he gulped, "—kill her?"

Jaehyun sighed and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, "Not now the least. Mark, she's dangerous to us—all of us. I know what you two have is mystically special but she's still our enemy."

Mark scoffed and stood up, yanking the older's hand in progress. everyone eyed him with bewilderment, "No! I can't do that! I know she's practically Satan but aren't you a bit selfish?! asking me to kill my fucking soulmate?! that's crazy! and you Taeil, I thought you were better than this! hearing that coming from them is normal but from you?— you among all of us?!"

Mark was burning with rage that his jaw kept clenching unwillingly from rage, "You betrayed her once. You can't ask me to do the same! I'm not you! Obliterating her is a priority, I know, but I will never do it! so don't you try asking me again to do such thing." he turned around and left, slamming the door harshly behind him.

Haechan sighed and leaned his head on the headrest, "He's right." Everyone looked at him, "It's cruel asking that from him." Johnny cleared his throat, "Taeyong, what did she tell you when you went with her alone?" he knitted his brows, curiously.

"She said if I don't hand it to her in the next twenty-four hours she'll kill Jeno and send me his head." Taeyong put his head in his hands with a deep sigh, "She's certain that we have something against her and now... I don't know what to do," they all looked at him sympathetically.

"Well, how about we give her a fake one?" Doyoung suggested, "We can ask Jisung to make us one!" Taeil sneered, "She's not stupid to fall for that! The time I spend with her is enough to make me confident the moment she spots the trick, She'll kill Jeno, Us, and everyone we know just as a lesson to never fool her." Taeil's dull words made everyone drain out.

however, Doyoung was persistent on his idea, "We want it to be convincing enough to get Jeno back. Then, we'll face what comes next!" he voiced his mind with a determined look.

Jaehyun hummed before nodding his head, "We can attack after the full moon right after we deal with wayv pack and hopefully come out of it alive since they'll mostly attack at that time which is in a week."

"Why not attack right after we get Jeno?" Taeyong asked with an interwind hand, "That will be so predictable. Plus, we don't know how many vampires she has in here in Mystic Falls." Taeil looked at him, "The Elite alone is a huge problem, however; attacking at the full moon isn't the worst idea ."

"All we need is a powerful witch to cast a Petrification Spell. This spell is a high-level one which means it requires doppelgänger blood and the casting witch to channel extra power from the celestial events to boost their magic... such as an eclipse, or an aurora Borealis, or a comet—" Jungwoo interjected, "or a full moon." Taeil nodded. 

"But where could we find a strong witch? Jisung is not that practiced and Taemin is on her side, that filthy bastard." Taeyong seethed. "The bennet witch?" Jaehyun suggested. 

Johnny smirked at him and wiggled his brows, "Someone is eager~" Jaehyun grimaced at him. "I don't think she'll agree." Yuta butted in, "She's Elena and Stefan's best friend." they all slouched their shoulders, depleted.

"oh! How about Jimin?"Johnny exclaimed. "Excuse me, what did you say?" Haechan breathed.

"Park Jimin. I heard his great and strong witch. Why not approach him?" Johnny added. "Haechan, do you happen to know him?" the younger smiled warmly at him. "Park Jimin, a Gemini cover witch. cute and sweet with an angelic face."

All of them are aware whenever Haechan uses his calm voice it means he'll blast any moment. "You seem like you have beef with him." Jungwoo joked.

"The man is a sociopath." he said under his breath, "wha—" 

"HE'S A DAMN SOCIOPATH WHO HAS BEEN TRYING TO KILL JISUNG FOR YEARS! HE KILLED HIS WHOLE COVEN WHEN THEY REFUSED TO SET HIM AS THE NEXT NEW LEADER. HE KILLED HIS FAMILY, HIS YOUNGER SIBLING! HE'S TRYING TO FIND HIS TWIN SISTER THAT ONLY JISUNG KNOWS HER WHEREABOUT. " he barked.

"And besides that, he's locked up in a place no one can reach, so I hate to burst your bubble but he's no help to us."

Everyone eyed him in pure shock, "What?" Taeyong asked, astonished. "Now, since Jisung is the only remaining family member who's aware of where jimin's twin sister is, he's after him too. so, no. if you still seek him I swear when I meet him, I will kill him myself." he completed in a dark tone before standing up. "This plan has a lot of holes. I'm going to search for my brother, see you later."

"We can't risk it, "jungwoo blurted, "the sooner the better."

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[feelylix]

it counts

member: hyunjin x fem!reader rating: explicit word count: 3.6k warnings: none featuring: shy!reader, friends to lovers, “good girl,” oral sex (giving + receiving), “princess,” dirty talk, PRAISE, guided masturbation/JOI, squirting, soft dom!hyunjin, slight size kink, aftercare, my god he wants u bad, heavy breathing and more heavy breathing, fluff-ish, finger sucking, hyunjin has big hands and i wont let you forget it

synopsis: your good friend hyunjin comes over to help you clean, but he's not very helpful. good thing there's something else he can do.

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The weekend seems to go by too quickly. Friday’s already mostly gone when you arrive back at home, throwing yourself on the couch to fall right to sleep without even changing out of your work clothes. On Saturday, it’s a rotation of cartoons, your favorite junk food, trashy reality television, Japanese takeout, and true crime documentaries.

Sunday rolls around and you find yourself doing a deep clean of your apartment, letting your friend Hyunjin come over to keep you company. He agreed to come over as long as there was something in it for him. Going through the list of movies you’ve yet to see in your head, your arms begin to shake, exhausted from all the scrubbing and stretching. You glance at the clock: 4:34. You have about an hour of scrubbing and dusting left in you, and that leaves plenty of time to catch an evening movie. Vowing to just take a short break, you head to kitchen, removing your yellow gloves and idly washing your hands.

“I hate cleaning. We’ve been at this for hours, it’s so boring.” Hyunjin lies on the floor, blonde hair spread out around his face like rays of sunshine. You suppress a laugh at his use of “we,” thinking about how unproductive Hyunjin has been this entire day. A tiny ponytail holding half his hair sits atop his head like a platinum stem. He lies between the television and the couch, hands resting on his stomach, staring at the ceiling.

Back to him, you practically holler from the kitchen, “So why are you still here, exactly?” as you wipe the sweat from your forehead, pushing away whatever strands of hair that itch your eye. Your steel water bottle sits patiently on the kitchen counter, and after picking it up, you nearly chug the whole thing in one go, water dripping from the corners of your mouth. The droplets disappear at the swipe of the back of your hand, and swiftly, you turn around to see Hyunjin standing before you. “Jesus Christ. I nearly leapt out of my skin.”

Hyunjin leans in, craning his neck to your ear, and you let him, thinking he’ll do something funny. He pushes your hair behind your ear, as a smile full of anticipation creeps onto your face, hot breath hitting your skin as he whispers. “I haven’t left yet,” he circles around to the other ear, not needing to push his way through this time, “because I want to fuck you.”

Smile fading, you ruggedly swallow the spit collecting in your throat, heart accelerating while heat rises to your cheeks, breath becoming shallow and quick. He and you had been friends for about a year or so, finding each other through work. Both of you had admitted to the other that they were attractive, but nothing had come of it. And you were fine with that. This has to be a joke. Forcing a poorly disguised anxious giggle, you work up the nerve to reply, “Very funny, Hyunjin.”

“I’m not joking.” Hyunjin pulls away and tilts his head to the side, his ponytail wagging. No hesitation, no confusion on his face. No emotion. No, there was emotion, but it’s something else. Something that you haven’t seen on him before.

Shaking your head in disbelief, hoping that, like a snow globe, it would work to somehow help paint the scene, flesh out the whole picture, you say, “I don’t think I understand.”

“Do you want me to help you understand?”

Frozen, no words find their way to your lips. In fact, you’re not even sure they make it to your brain either. You just stand. Breathe.

Hyunjin bows his head into your neck once again, “Is that what you want me to do?” he whispers, the tip of his nose running along your ear, grazing over the skin there and sending a shiver down your spine. Still, you attempt to respond but all that comes out is hot air, so he bids for you again, “Hmm?”

A breathy “yes,” finally leaves your lips, and he pulls away from you, examining your face, which grows hotter with every second.

“So good for me already.” Satisfied with your response, his breath is on your lips, gaze captured by them before they meet with his. He takes your hands, dropping them on his shoulders and wraps his palms around your waist once you begin to dig your fingernails into him.

Hyunjin’s hands fumble with the hem of your shirt, yanking it off you, earning a whine when he breaks the kiss. Massive hands come up to hold either side of your face, his index fingers pressing into the skin behind your ears. He moans, and that alone nearly sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You break the kiss, panting hitting each others’ faces, “Can we take this to the bedroom?”

He doesn’t open his eyes, “Yes,” and then presses his lips, again, to yours. Separating your lips from his, you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. Hyunjin plops down on the bed with his feet reaching the carpet, pulling you to him. Both your knees come up to straddle either side of his thighs, and like he’s suffocating without them, his lips press to yours again desperately. Sneakily, his hands find their way to the back of your bra, and you shimmy your arms through the straps while he plucks it off of you. With no time to react, his lips are already on your nipple while the free hand massages the other tit.

“Holy fuck.” you say, impressed with his efficiency.

“I’ve never wanted anyone this bad.” he breathes against your chest, now sharing the wealth of his mouth with the other nipple. You don’t doubt it with the way he’s devouring your tits. Watching his head lightly bob on each nipple makes you ooze moans and small gasps. You never knew he had wanted you like this — had never even thought of it.

“H-Hyunjin...” at the sound of his name, he looks at you and blinks once before closing his eyes again. He hums in reply, earning another strained gasp from you. “I want to...see you.” he remains sucking for another few moments before withdrawing his mouth, placing a deep kiss to your neck, finally meeting you eye-to-eye.

“You see me now.” a hand comes up to cradle one side of your face, and he tilts his head to match yours.

“That’s not what I mean,” his eyes are running all over your face, “I want to see something el-”

“Say it, and I’ll show you.” he whispers that last part, to say it’s for your ears only.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, eyebrows pulling together in hesitation and embarrassment. You almost plead him not to be like this, not to be a tease, but you're sure your panties are already soaked, so you give in. “I want to see your cock... Please.”

He smiles appreciatively, “What a good girl.”

Your eyes flutter closed at this. Please, dear god.

Fully aware he saw your attempt to collect yourself, you embarrassedly climb off of him, and he leans away from you before shifting his weight to unzip his jeans. Gulping down the lump in your throat, you stand in front of him while he sits on the bed, awkwardly staring at your feet. “Watch me.” he invites, and once you do, he drags the boxers down his thighs, and then to his legs before discarding them to the side. His tawny cock bounces against his stomach as it’s freed, standing, eagerly awaiting. Taking in the length and girth, it’s the biggest you’ve seen in person yet. Curved slightly upwards, the tip is moist. You can’t ignore how you shake a little with anticipation.

One of his hands finds yours as you croak, “I don’t... I don’t think it’ll fit.” At the sound of this admission, his eyes fall shut for a moment. Then he spits generously into the palm of your hand, and then guides it to his cock. You fall to your knees in front of him, fingers not even wrapping all the way around him. Hyunjin sighs, leading your hand to stroke the length of his cock, and lies back on the bed, other hand supporting his weight. The hand supporting yours wavers, and then withdraws completely. The sensation of your hand moving on its own causes Hyunjin to groan loudly as he throws his head back. His eyes are closed when you decide to work up a bit of courage and lean into him, pressing your lips to the tip of his cock. His mouth falls open in a long, crude moan.

“Shit,” he says, and your hair is gathered up into a messy ponytail, allowing you to take more into your mouth. You like this more than you expected. Not having to look him directly in the eyes is doing wonders for your courage. Saliva falls from the corners of your mouth, further lubricating Hyunjin’s cock. You attempt to take more and end up nearly gagging. “You don’t have to take it all the way,” he whispers, “you’re doing so good.”

If you weren’t before, you are very sure now that your panties are soaked.

Hyunjin lets your hair fall to rid himself of his shirt, and you push whatever strands of it you can out of your face. Hyunjin calls your name, hand running up and down your arm, “Hey.”

You pull your lips off him with “pop!” and you look at each other for a brief moment, his eyes twinkling. “Can I see you?” You do a shit job of hiding your excitement, frantically removing your sweatpants, earning a chuckle from Hyunjin. You elect to leave your thong on — if he wants it off, he’ll have to put in the work.

“You wanna be a good girl for me?” he asks, drinking in the flesh of your thighs. Nodding, you bite the inside of your lip. “You’re suddenly so shy!” he laughs, pushing hair from your face. Offering him a soft smile, you’re unsure if it’s embarrassment or anticipation that’s got you acting this way. He continues on anyway, “Get on all fours, princess.”

It doesn’t take long for you to do so. The soft sheets cradle your palms and knees while you take a couple of deep breaths. Facing the wall, you could have sworn your heart was beating hard enough to make the bed vibrate. “Jesus,” he says, pushing aside your thong with his thumb to see your folds. "You’re so wet, I think I’ll drown.”

“Please,” is all you can manage, begging for him to do something, anything. You’re on all fours aching to be touched, fucked, kissed, and grabbed while he merely inspects you.

His abdomen hugs your back; he’s bent over you as he whispers in your ear, “Use your words, baby.”

“Please. Eat me out,” you whine, desperation seeping from your voice when you speak his name, “Hyunjin.”

“How could I say no when you ask so nicely?” he kisses the back of your shoulder before making his way down to your waist, grabbing the sides of your thong and working them over the swell of your hips until you have to separately lift each knee off the bed to get them off. Wordlessly, the pads of his fingers gently push down on the skin between your shoulder blades, and you understand what he wants. You go from all fours to both palms pressed to the front of your shoulders, tits against the mattress, ass sticking up in the air. “Good girl,” he coos.

Readying yourself for what’s to come, you take in a deep breath. Hyunjin’s enormous hands come up to seize both your hips. First you feel his hot breath against your cunt, and then fire the next. No amount of deep breaths could have prepared you for this. A cry escapes from your throat, followed by a series of moans. Licking as ferociously as his wild blonde mane would have you believe him to be, the tip of his tongue juts out to tap your clit every so often, sending you whining. Like a man left in the desert to die, he laps up your juices like it’s an oasis.

“You tafe so goouh.” his words come out muffled by your folds, vibrations sending you closer to the peak of an orgasm. Your hips begin to buck into the chasm of his mouth, sending his fingernails digging into the skin on your hips. The pressure’s building, and unsure if he’s aware, you tell him you’re about to cum, so as to allow him time to pause.

“I want you to cum,” he slurps against your drooling cunt, squeezing his fingers in between your thighs to abuse your clit, and that’s enough. Hyunjin hums noisily as you finish, wet sucking noises echoing off the walls, sending lightning bolts of bliss across your body. Crying out, you carelessly push your cunt farther into him, riding both his face and your high. A string of noises leave your lips, babbling about how good his tongue feels and other things you’re unable to recall as soon as they’re spoken. The whole room is red, and your head feels heavy. Hyunjin swallows your orgasm, grunting.

He crawls up the bed to join you, and you slump to the side to face him, breathless, with heavy eyelids as you observe him finishing what’s left of you on his fingers. Spending a minute or two recovering, the twitching finally subsides, surprising yourself when you straddle him at once. Hyunjin’s hand reaches up to hold the side of your face when you dive in to kiss him after what’s felt like years, the taste of you still on his tongue. Your palms lay flat against his abdomen while his cock twitches against your ass. Fist full of your hair, he suddenly jerks you away from him, and you hiss a little from the pain, air fixed in your lungs. You don’t know how or when his hand got there, but he leaves you no time to speculate when he says, “I need to be inside of you soon or I’m gonna go insane.”

“I’m yours to take,” you inform him, feeling good that now for the first time, he is begging for you. A wicked grin flashes across his face when he flips you over, your back hitting the mattress.

“Do you have condoms?” his eyebrow lifts, and he glances down at himself.

“Top drawer of the nightstand,” you tell him, and then he retreats from the bed, propping open the drawer and pushing around all the junk you’ve thrown in there. Swallowing hard, the realization of what’s to come hits you, and you adjust against the sheets, wondering what the best angle is for getting fucked by Hyunjin. You won’t have to wonder for much longer.

Withdrawing the condom from the package, he slides it on effortlessly, leaving you curious as to how often he does this. But more importantly, your cunt aches from thinking about the amount of experience he has, especially since what he’s shown so far is impressive. He kneels in between your legs, spreading them wider, taking his wrapped cock in his hand, and you make note of how he’s able to fit his whole hand around himself. “You ready?”

“I-I think so.” you try not to let your stuttering bother you too much, but you at least hope the nervousness will come across as cute.

Hyunjin smiles tenderly at your response, and you find that the comparison of this momentary innocence to his thirsty cock waiting at your leaking pussy makes you strikingly horny.

Before he can proceed, you exclaim, “Wait!” He blinks in response at your sudden outburst, and you reach up to his head, gently tugging the elastic band out of his hair. Your hands divide the strands of hair to fall around his face, combing your fingers through his locks, unable to ignore how he’s looking at you with a combination of warmth and fervor.

He shifts himself so that he’s kneeling again, taking your hands with him, kissing the back of both palms before taking two of your fingers in his mouth. Tongue scissoring between the index and middle digits, Hyunjin watches for your reaction with clouded eyes, moaning around them. He’s now holding your one wrist with both of his hands, searing mouth swallowing around your fingers. ���My god.” is all you can say, the words coming out louder than you intended.

“I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy.” voice drenched with lust, his eyes fall closed, sucking your fingers dry before pulling them from his lips. He licks a stripe along those two fingers, guiding them to your cunt. You distribute the wetness around your folds, knowing it doesn’t need to be any wetter, but suspecting that Hyunjin wanted a fragment of himself on your cunt since he can’t leave it stuffed with cum.

The head of his cock finally pushes its way in, slowly sheathing itself inside of you. “Aa-ahh...” a broken cry leaves his lips, “Oh, fuck!” Gasping, you take him bit by bit, and when he’s all in, his entire body presses against yours. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, “You’re doing so well, princess.” Cunt still adjusting, you try to relax your breathing, panting from the intense pressure in your pelvis. Hyunjin hovers over you for several moments, neither of you speaking, just breathing together, eyes closed.

“Okay,” you manage to say; and he understands. He pulls out his cock entirely, and you catch a glimpse of it, wondering once again, how all that was fitting inside of you, before he slowly thrusts all the way back in once again. And then again. And again. And again. Soon enough, his cock is thrusting in and out of your sopping wet pussy at a decent pace. “Hyunjin...” you moan, barely phased when he folds both your thighs against your torso, legs sticking up in the air. Groaning, he cusses loudly as he continues to shove his cock in and out of you, this new angle only fanning the flame.

“You’re taking me so well,” he says before muttering something in Korean that you can only guess is a curse word. Both of his hands grip the back of your thighs so hard that you’re concerned they’ll bruise. “Play with it.” he commands, and mindlessly, your hand immediately comes up to play with your clit, arm finding its way between your thighs flush against your chest. Hyunjin towers above you, roughly fucking you into the mattress as his knuckles go white from clutching your skin so tightly, leaving you a moaning, whimpering mess.

Blonde locks falling into his face, pain flashes across his features while he grunts before a sending a hearty, “Goooood girl,” straight to your clit.

Both heaving, moisture slicked bodies stuck together, work in tandem, until all that is left is two beings delivering pleasure to the other. With the friction of his cock drilling into your g-spot and with the circles you’re rubbing on your clit, you cum. Hard. Your vision nearly goes white as you look down to watch yourself squirt all over Hyunjin’s stomach, a fountain of clear liquid coating him and dampening the sheets beneath. He grunts once more, eyebrows knitting themselves together, tearing his cock quickly from your hole, emptying you in more ways than one. Frantically, he rips the condom off of himself, releasing the abundance of his sweltering cum on your stomach, widened eyes fixed on your cunt. Both of you are speechless, the dry, hoarse panting speaking on its own. Your head hurts.

You rest against the mattress, feeling pressure in the crown of your head vanish gradually as you sense Hyunjin get up from the bed, hearing the condom fall in the trash. You think you doze off for a short while, waking from a warm cloth suddenly pressing against your stomach. Head lifting lazily, Hyunjin smiles, knowing you’re watching but not returning the gaze, as he wipes up what’s left of tonight’s endeavors. After, he wraps cloth around his cock and wipes your remaining dripping fluid from his torso.

Your head falls back against the sheets, exhausted, smiling.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” he declares, and turn your head to the side to watch him approach the bed, now carrying your enormous fluffy blanket. You notice some of his hair is stuck to the sides of his face, and wonder if that’s just sweat or some of your juices from earlier, too.

Your voice comes out gravelly, “I didn’t know either.”

Amused, he chuckles, the mattress shifting to one side as he puts his weight on it. Appreciative that he didn’t make you get up to properly fall asleep under the sheets, he fiddles with the blanket before it falls over you. He collapses onto his back, lying beside you, and turns his head to meet your gaze. “That was...”

“Amazing.” you announce, unable to remember when you’d enjoyed yourself that much, albeit solo player mode or otherwise.

“It was.” Hyunjin grins, smile reaching his eyes. You slither closer to him, hooking one leg over his, pressing your head to his shoulder. One arm lays across his chest, the other folded beneath you. His long arm wraps around you, chin resting against the top of your head. “I really hate cleaning.”

“You barely even cleaned...” you trail off because he shushes you before you can start, followed by a fit of laughter.

“I cleaned you up. That counts, right?” he kisses the top of your head gingerly.

But you don’t really want to fight. You want to give in. So you do.

“Fine, it counts.”

[frogtanii]

warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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Can you do Rooster x Hangman?

Gas Station Chicken - rooster x hangman

(very weird title, I know lmao)

Summary: After forgetting to get something for maverick's 60th birthday barbecue, hangman and rooster have no other choice but to stop at good old 7-eleven.

A/N: woah, two stories in one day? Way to go Mackenzie :) I usually do my requests in order, but I got this one tonight and I thought of this cute and funny story idea. I never thought I would write rooster x hangman, but here we are! I had so much fun writing this one, and I hope you enjoy it! Remember, you are loved <3 xoxo - mack :)

For as long as roster and hangman have lived together, the calendar has always hung on the refrigerator. Their calendar, a free one they got at a New Years on-base party, had various portraits of north island, including but not limited to, planes, boats, the ocean, sunset scenes, hot men playing football - and you can imagine the rest.

Every time rooster or hangman would hear of a party or of an event they would mark it down on the calendar so they would be sure to attend. Now most of the time, it was rooster who did the marking-events-down-on-the-calendar bit, and hangman who mentioned them to rooster one night while laying in bed.

The sole purpose of the calendar was to be more punctual and present for events with friends and family, but on this particular June day, it appears that the calendar had become forgotten.

Jake and Bradley were seated at dinner, enjoying a salad that they had picked up at the supermarket, when a thought entered Jake's mind. "Brad, when is that barbecue at mavericks? I could have sworn it was this week, maybe next?"

Wiping his mouth with his black linen napkin, rooster stood up, "I'll go check the calendar."

And there it was, underlined, blooded, and circled in red, "MAVERICK'S BBQ. DON'T MISS!!! 7:00"

"Shit," rooster mumbled, eyes wide, realizing the time on the wall clock, "Hangman were late!"

Jake stood up, pushing his chair back, still eating the last bit of his salad, "the barbecue?" he asked.

Rooster nodded, putting the palm of his hand up to his face, "Its tonight! We're going to be late!"

Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, hangman began to untie the string of his grey sweats, "I better change then."

In their shared bedroom, hangman scrambled to find a pair of black pants and a creme coloured polo shirt with a tan stripe in the middle. Rooster, already wearing his jeans from earlier, threw one of his dads Hawaiian shirts over his white tee.

"Fuck," hangman said, "We were supposed to bring something weren't we?"

Rooster, grabbing his wallet from the dish on the counter, ensured his credit card was intact, "We'll stop at the store on the way there. We don't have time to make anything."

So, after pulling in the car, and checking the route to maverick's, the couple found that the only store open past 6:45 on a sunday was the local gas station.

The 7-eleven on greenway avenue wasn't the first choice for dinner, but it would have to do.

The man behind the counter with the greying moustache puffed a long cloud of smoke from his cigarette as the pair entered the shop, not giving the two of them much more than a quick glance. Once through the doors, hangman made a b-line to the back wall, where there were refrigerators stacked full of beer. He grabbed a 24 pack of some popular brew and met his boyfriend over in the snack isle, where he was thinking hard about what type of tortillas to bring.

"Just go with the blue ones," hangman said, "Their better with salsa."

Rooster nodded and followed Jake up to the counter where smoky-moustache-man was now playing some sort of slot machine game on his iphone. Rooster cleared his throat, "We're all ready to check out."

"Wait," hangman said, grabbing roosters arm, pointing to the 'flaming' Texas chicken bits' that were keeping warm under the heat lamp next to the Louisiana rib-tips and pizza slices; each in their respective container. "Babe, we should get some of those too."

Rooster nodded, "We'll take a tray of your ribs, four pizza slices, and a box of chicken bits."

Hangman shook his head, "All of that, but we'll take all of your chicken bits."

The man stiffly got up from his chair and nodded, sliding a pair of clear gloves on over his stuffy hands. As he put the pizza in a red paper box, his gloves made that satisfying crinkling noise, and he didn't get too much sauce from the chicken bits on them as he used a spoon to set them all in a large takeaway container.

He disagreed the gloves and pressed various buttons on the cash register, clearing his throat, "that will be $36.40."

Rooster gave hangman a look that read 'I didn't think we would be spending this much on gas station food,' and then used his card to pay. The clock on the lotto machine read 7:23, "We gotta get going," rooster said, grabbing the bag of food as hangman grabbed the beer.

The two of them loaded up into roosters old truck and sped down the freeway listening to 80's rock ballads. By the time the two of them rolled up at mavericks beach-side condo, the party was in full swing. The grill was going, as was the bonfire. Some people were down on the sand, drinking and laughing and dancing to the music playing from the speaker on the porch.

Maverick raised his hands when he finally saw rooster and hangman pull into his driveway, "Nice of you two to finally show up!" but he grinned, so the couple knew he wasn't too mad at them.

Rooster nodded, handing maverick the bag of food, "We got you something mav."

Maverick rolled his eyes, peering into the paper bag at the chicken bits and pizza, "The sev'," he said, grinning, "I know this food well."

Hangman laughed, slinging his arm around the captain, "Happy birthday pops!"

Maverick shook his head, "Thanks Jake," half-defeated to officially be 60 years old.

"Go join in and we'll catch up in a bit," maverick said, patting rooster on the back.

Near the fire, there were groups playing cards and other games, phoenix and bob among them.

"Where have you guys been?" phoenix called to the two of them, "You've almost missed beer pong!"

Hangman smirked, "What, are we in high school Tasha?"

Natasha rolled her eyes, "I'm surprised you even passed high school!"

The group, the pilots you had come to know quite well over the past few months laughed as the welcomed you into their teams.

Rooster turned to hangman, taking a hold of his hand, "Better late than never!"

[dr4cking]

Caught

draco malfoy x reader | smut | (no plot just smut)

It was in the common room, draco and y/n was sitting with their friends hanging out like usual, y/n sat on draco's lap cuddled up to him while still talking and laughing with their friends, when suddenly she rolled her hips hard on accident while trying to contain her laughter when blaise was telling them a really funny joke. she didnt realized it but draco behind her already stiffened and trying hard not to moan when she keeps moving on his lap still laughing at blaise. that is until pansy walked in with a bag of candies and snacks in her hands and placed it in front of their friends. y/n stand up wanting to get something, draco let out a relief breath because if she sits longer in his lap, she will realized he had a boner it would be embarassing.

to his luck, y/n now sit beside pansy but it didnt help his horny ass as he watched her putting a lollipop into her mouth and sucking it deliciously, making his mind go wild as he imagined how would it feels to have her mouth sucking his dick. he shakes his head throwing off the wild imagination of his best friend since they were still in diapers. but the more he stare at her the more he cant control himself, he get up quickly covering his boner with his oversized tshirt.

"guys, i gotta head to bed, im really sleepy, see y'all tomorrow" draco runs to his room while y/n stared at him in confusion, she knows him too well, he doesnt go to bed at this time.

when draco finally arrived at his room, he closed the door and immediately go to his bathroom and sits on the closed toilet, pulling down his sweatpants and boxer, kicking them off onto the floor, his hard dick slapped up to his stomach, he hissed and begin to stroking himself. his mind instantly drift to the girl who made him do this, his thoughts of her sucking the lollipop earlier popped out in his mind, he lets out a moan imagining it was his dick that she sucked off. his breath got stuck on his throat and he fastened his pace while his thumb teasing the tip of his cock, collecting the precum and use it as a lube.

"fuck y/n" draco moaned louder at the thought of y/n on her knees, looking up at him with her innocent eyes, smirking to him while running her hand on his length, stroking it up and down before putting it into her mouth.

sweats started to running on draco's face while he brought his hand to his mouth to spit on it and use it as a lube to his cock. the thoughts of y/n having him inside her mouth and bobbing her head up and down, sucking him deeper until it touched the back of her throat causing her to gagged, looking up to him with her eyes watering, saliva dripping off her mouth, making him moaning louder and going faster.

on the other side, y/n was now walking to draco's room, she opened the door and raised her eyebrows in confusion when she didnt see draco in his room, until she hears a faint moans coming from the bathroom, her hand covered her mouth realizing what is happening, but what shocking her more that the curiousity got into her making her walking to where the sounds were coming. she stands straightly at the door of draco's bathroom that he doesnt bothered to closed, not be able to move but just watching the scene in front of her, she feels the wetness down there starting to grow when she heard her name repeatedly coming from the boy in front of her and just looking at how hot his face looks right now.

"fuck- im so close, y/n, please" draco screamed her name loudly as he feels his cock twitched on his hand.

but as he was about to come, his eyes suddenly opened and looking at the door and his heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the girl that has been on his mind standing alive at the door of his bathroom, jaw dropped, mouth hung open and eyes widening, looking at what he did right now. her cheeks is tinted red.

"draco?" y/n called out his name as she looking at draco who's still froze, his face full of panicked.

"holy shit, y/n! im sorry! i- i didnt- i was just- i was just- merlin! you werent supposed to see this" draco seems lost at his words trying to explained the whole situation to y/n while covering his part, looking down, scared at what her reaction.

to his surprise, y/n walked in to the bathroom, locking it and approaching him. she stood in front of him making him looking up at her and widening his eyes as he watched her stripped down her clothes showing him her body.

"oh draco, you're definitely not sleeping, baby" y/n smirking and dropped to her knees, spreading his legs so she gets the full view of him, draco's breath got stuck as he feels her hands running on his thighs and her lips kissing them softly.

"y/n are you sure about this? you dont have t-" draco's words got cut off by y/n placing her finger on his lips indicating him to shut his mouth.

"let me help you, draco" y/n grabbed his cock and pump it a few times before putting it inside her mouth. draco let out a groan when her lips touched his tip. she decided to tease it, give it a little blow, and kiss it softly. draco was getting impatient and grip her hair shoving his cock fully inside her mouth making her moan at the sudden contact. he throw his head in pleasure as y/n started to bobbed up and down, her nose touching the base as she keeps going down, sucking deeper.

"fuck just like that, baby" y/n keep sucking him harder and faster, she pulled away to catch her breath for a second and back again, she lick a straight line on his cock and putting it back on her mouth, her hand playing with his balls squeezing it softly, she swirls her tongue sucking him deeper, deep-throating him until she gagged, the vibration triggering draco to cum hard in her mouth, shooting his thick cum inside her, its so much that it started to drip out of her mouth, draco moaned as she swallowed all his cum and wipe the cum that dripped down on her chin with her finger, licking it clean with a 'pop'.

y/n stand up and straddling draco who is still sitting on the toilet. she grabbed his cock and pump it twice before pushing it inside her tight hole. they groaned at the feeling of each other. draco grabbed her jaw and kissed her passionately, their tongue move in sync swallowing each other faces. y/n pulled away and started to kiss his earlobe and jaw then sucking hard on his neck marking him, sending butterflies to his stomach while still rolling her hips on his cock. she pulled away, moaning his name and throw her head in pleasure as his cock keep hitting her spot. draco's lips instantly attached to her neck marking her too. his hand found its way to her neck and squeezed it tightly, choking her. his lips move down to her nipple, sucking hard and biting softly making her aching her back. his other hand gripping her hips helping her bouncing faster on his cock.

"fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" draco's hands holding up her thighs lifting her a bit and started to thrust upwards into her faster and harder making them both a moaning mess. y/n rest her head on his neck, her nails clawed at his back as she feels she's close. draco keep pounding hard into her biting her shoulder lightly as he feels his cock twitched inside her.

"d- draco im so close" y/n moaned and now looking up at him pressing her forehead to him keeping the eye contact.

"me too baby, lets do it together" and with final thrust, they came together, hard, screaming each other names loudly, both panting. draco grabbed her face and kissed her with so much love, muttering a 'thank you' and praising her before pulling away. they both stand up, staring at each other in disbelief and laughing together.

"i love seeing you with my cum dripping off your thighs, y/n" draco smirked while grabbing the tissue to clean her up.

"oh shut up dray! i cant believe i just fucked my best friend" y/n let out a small chuckles while giving him soft kisses on his face.

"you know i've been wanting to do that since forever, y/n. you're driving me insane but in a good way, i've fallen for you since years ago." draco said as they both walked out of the bathroom and lay her down gently on his bed before joining.

"trust me draco, me too." draco pulled her body into his, hugging her tightly, kissing her again showing her how much he loves her.

"be mine, darling? let me take you on a date tomorrow." draco said as he pulled away and caressing her cheek softly.

"i'‘ve always been yours, draco" with the last kiss, they both fall asleep cuddling to each other.

[rocorambles]

Ruined Innocence

Pairing: Fallen Angel!Daichi x Angel!Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Manipulation, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Tentacles-ish, Forced Bondage, Corruption Kink, Dacryphilia

Summary: Not everyone is what they appear to be and you learn that the hard way.

A/N: This is for @seijorhi 's Deal with the Devil Collab! Masterlist can be found here.

You don’t love the way older angels endearingly pinch your cheeks and fondly ruffle the top of your head, sending you off on your way as they go about their chores. But you love the freedom to explore that comes with your new wings and you flit around heaven, adventuring out to the corners of the beautiful realm, eyes sparkling and mouth open wide in wonder as you see visions and scenes you wouldn’t even have been able to imagine back when you were a human.

Most angels congregate with each other, floating and meandering together as they perform their heavenly duties, content with harmony and unity. But maybe because your newly purified soul is still finding its way, you feel antsy, a very human adventurous streak still driving you as you sniff out remote and quiet corners, eager to see what’s around every corner.

There’s not a hint of wariness or sense of danger as you trek around, squealing as you continue testing your wings. Maybe it’s naivety, but who can blame you? You’re in heaven. Why would you ever think anything or anyone would harm you here?

Little do you know the archangels whisper to each other, sentries standing guard at every known opening between realms as the threat of warfare and espionage increases between heaven and hell after a devastating betrayal by one of God’s own most trusted archangels.

Sawamura Daichi.

It’s a name and a face that God has striked from heaven’s history, wiping the minds of anyone outside his inner circle clear of to maintain peace among the realm. And it works. Maybe too well.

A handsome brunette amusedly smiles at the lack of fear and recognition in your face as you cheerfully greet him, not a care in the world as you perk up and fly over to him, curious about the strange angel you’ve never met before.

Daichi had only meant to sneak in and out, hopefully spy and return back to hell with any secret information he could get out of his old fellow archangels. But like an attuned predator, his attention had snapped at the pretty little fawn he had seen playing in the outskirts of heaven, so vulnerable, so far from the rest of your feathery flock. And his mouth had salivated, something dark and yearning inside of him as he imagined how delicious corrupting your soft and sweet soul would be.

There’s no lack of powerful, beautiful, sensual female entities in hell willing to warm his bed. Daichi knows from firsthand experience, rarely spending a night alone. Even eternity is too short not to indulge in the sins of the flesh. But a part of him misses the docile submissive natures of angels, the thrill of power he feels knowing how easily his more angelic partners would listen and obey to his every whim and fancy. Playing with your food is all fun and games, but Daichi’s always found the actual act of devouring to be the best part of any meal. And you look absolutely mouth watering.

It doesn’t concern you that you’ve never seen this handsome angel before. Heaven is vast and as a novice angel, you’re sure there’s plenty of feathery companions you haven’t met yet. You’re more pleasantly surprised by the fact that there even is another angel in your secluded nook of the realm. And you’re quick to get comfortable with Daichi (although you blush when he so quickly tells you to call him by his first name).

He’s kind and funny. You can tell he’s actually listening to your every word and not just politely nodding like most of the other older angels you’ve met so far. He has a certain vibrancy to him that you can’t pinpoint, something so much more raw and vivid than what you’re used to from the more austere and demure palette of the rest of heaven.

But you startle when Daichi suddenly reaches out and slowly trails his fingers along the soft velvety plush of your wings, eliciting a startled gasp from you and a strange stirring feeling inside of you.

“They’re so pure and white.”

You try to laugh off the way your heart is pounding, the way your body wants to instinctively lean in closer to his warm touch as he continues languidly stroking your wings.

“Don’t be silly, Daichi. I’m sure your wings are just as pure and white, just like everyone else in this realm.”

You’re confused by his silent smile as he continues lacing his fingers between your downy feathers, but you don’t think to question it, not when it feels so right to just melt in the soothing feeling.

You don’t know how much time has passed, but you startle awake when someone nudges you, face heating in embarrassment when you realize you’ve fallen asleep quite literally in Daichi’s arms. But you shyly smile when he waves off your profuse apologies, playfully whispering that you can make it up to him by keeping your meeting with him a secret so he doesn’t get in trouble for slacking off on work to hang out with you.

Your lips are sealed and in return for your slightly naughty deal, your heart warms and your eyes sparkle when he somehow finds you almost every day. You’re tempted to make a game of it, wondering if you made more of an effort to hide if he’d still find you. But somehow deep inside you know he would, that it wouldn’t deter him at all. And that thought alone brings a smile to yourself.

Is this what having a soulmate feels like? Do angels even have soulmates?

You know marriage is still a thing in this realm and you can feel yourself falling more and more head over heels for Daichi, letting yourself dream and think of what life would be like married to him, by his side for all of eternity. It would be a wondrous thing. A life full of adventures, laughter, kindness, and warmth. A life where you know you could always depend on him and trust him.

So when he kisses you one day, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you in close, you don’t resist. Instead you sigh in bliss as you feel your lips meld against each other. He’s so gentle, so careful as he deepens your connection, coaxing you into following his lead as he maneuvers the two of you on the wispy cloud cocoon beneath your feet.

You feel so loved, so taken care of as he murmurs sweet praises in your ear about how beautiful you are, how soft you are, how sweet you taste. But when you find yourself horizontal beneath him, scandalously molded to his body, hesitation and apprehension have you reluctantly separating your lips.

“What’s wrong?”

His hand cups your cheek, brown eyes staring down at you in concern and you feel more at ease as you nuzzle against his palm, gently pecking the center of it, ignorant of the way brown eyes darken at the action.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

“Can we- Can we slow down a bit? I love you, but we shouldn’t go any further until God blesses our relationship and we’re married. Right?”

It’s adorable how you know what’s right by heavenly standards, what you should and shouldn’t be doing. Yet there’s still a questioning lilt in your voice as you look at him for guidance, ready to take his lead and listen to whatever he says. You really are precious, aren’t you?

“We’ll be together forever. So what’s the harm in indulging ourselves now if we know that we’ll be bound for eternity anyway? Consider it a little sneak peek. Surely God will be forgiving if we go straight to him after this and ask him to bless our union.”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

He internally smirks at how your eyes light up when he expresses his desire to be with you. To his defense, it’s not a lie. He truly does want you with him forever, although he doubts it’s in the way you’re thinking. He’s no mind reader, but he can imagine the scenes of soft radiant glowing days and peaceful strolls hand in hand that race through your mind when you think of love. Unfortunately for you, the reality you’re being sucked into is much darker and much more stationary. (He sincerely hopes you appreciate the costs and efforts he’s gone through to spruce up his bedroom and bed as much as possible for your long-term stay considering it’s the only place he intends for you to see for at least a few centuries.)

This time you welcome him when he swoops down to capture your lips once more, your arms gently wrapping around the back of his neck as you pull him down even closer to you. You bare your neck, easily following his silent commands as he trails kisses down from the corner of your lips to the side of your neck, gasping and arching into him when his tongue swipes a hot wet line at the junction of your shoulder.

You’re nervous as he coaxes you out of your delicate clothing and his cock twitches in interest at how you try to instinctively shield your body from his eyes, your arms crossing your chest, thighs clenching together. So different from the shameless females down below and he enjoys how it feels like he’s unwrapping an exclusive present as he eases your body, comfortingly kissing you as he guides your hands above your head and nudges your legs apart until he’s in between them.

You moan, writhing underneath him in a way that makes him groan as he sucks one of your nipples, rolling the other between his fingers. And he can’t resist how right it feels to grind and rut his clothed cock against your bare core, chuckling at how you whine and get flustered as he whispers to you about how wet you are, how much of a mess you’re making of his clothing.

You’re so sensitive, so reactive. He wonders if you could cum just like this, nipples toyed with and humping like wild beasts. You certainly look like you’re almost there and a mean smile splays across his face when he wonders what God would think if he saw his baby angel now, a lewd blissful expression blatant on your face, wanton moans filling the air. But time is limited especially when he’s not on his own turf and as much as he’d like to ruin you over and over again right here, right now, he knows he needs to deal the final blow.

He’s quick to shed his own clothing, firmly wrapping your spread legs around him as he finally sinks his cock inch by inch inside of you, throwing his own head back in pleasure as your tight wet walls wrap around him, eagerly sucking him in and clenching around him. It’s like you were made for him, made for this. And his eyes ravenously watch as you mindlessly blabber on and on about feeling full, feeling good.

He doesn’t usually like noisy bed mates, but you might be the one exception and he revels in your wails and broken cries as he begins to move his hips back and forth, observing how his fat cock obscenely stretches your pretty folds as he thrusts in and out. It’s impressive how you’re still hanging by a single fraying strand of consciousness when even seasoned succubi have succumbed into mindless pleasure-addicted messes from his cock. And he gifts the slipping clarity of your mind that recognizes him and calls his name over and over again with skillful circles around your clit, relentless until you’re thrashing and convulsing, practically screaming as you fall over the edge, pussy milking him and begging for his essence.

Who is he to deny you what your body wants? What your body needs? What he himself wants and needs?

So he finally lets himself go, sealing the deal with his own release, eyes twinkling in crazed amusement as his own wings finally flair out, revealing themselves to you for the first time as his body lances with pleasure. A sound halfway between a laugh and a groan escapes him as fear has you tightening around him and if he thought you looked beautiful before, you’re absolutely stunning now, shock and disbelief slicing across your perfect angelic face when you fully grasp the importance of his pitch black wings that shadow the both of you.

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me.”

There’s no point in pretending to be gentle now and he forcefully pins your body down, slamming his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, biting on your lower lip and lapping at the blood that drips from your now marred face. Delicious. So fucking exquisite.

It’s tempting to continue and as he pulls away to regard you, he can feel arousal swirling inside of him at the sight of glistening tears streaming down your face. But he’s curious about your reaction, eager to hear what you have to say about this utter betrayal.

“A fallen angel…I slept with a fallen angel. How am I ever going to face God now?”

You’re not even looking at him anywhere, eyes glazed over as you mumble to yourself, mind still trying to process everything. And as pretty as you are with agony and sickening realization settling into your features, he scowls at the mention of God, irritation swelling inside of him at how fast you are to think of Him over Daichi, the fallen angel literally still inside of you.

He’s swift in his punishment, reminding you exactly where you are and who you’re with right now as he sharply juts his hips in a way that forces a surprised shriek from you as his cock rubs against your still sensitive walls.

“God isn’t your problem anymore, love. Look at your wings.”

Every part of you still in denial screams at you not to listen, to pretend none of this has happened, is happening. You want to believe God can make this right, that he’ll surely forgive you. But as if you’re in one of those inevitable horror films you used to watch as a human, your head slowly turns to the side, body going rigid when you see the expanse of ebony feathers where heavenly white used to be.

Now this reaction is much more satisfying and Daichi inhales your fear, a cold smile on his face as he watches you flail, wings wildly flapping as you try to somehow shake off the color, praying that it’s all a lie, that it’s not entirely irreversible. But he pins your wrists above your head when you attempt to painfully pluck out your own offensive feathers, peppering humiliatingly affectionate kisses all over your face to placate you.

“Please stop. Isn’t this enough? You got what you wanted. Tricked the silly angel. Made me an exile, a monster. There’s no place for me in heaven anymore. So just leave me alone. Please.”

You shudder at the dark laugh that seems to echo in your ears with his face right besides yours, cringing when you feel his wings droop down to rest against your own in an action far too intimate for what the two of you are.

“It’s not enough, darling. It’ll never be enough. But you’re right about one thing. You’re no longer welcomed in heaven, so let me bring you to your new home.”

You barely have time to understand the meaning of his words before you’re being whisked away, strong arms holding you tightly to a broad chest, the air around you growing darker, heavier, warmer. And then suddenly everything is still and you gasp as you’re thrown onto a silky plush surface, scrambling to sit up only to freeze in terror as you take in the grand and imposing bedroom you’re in, cold realization of exactly whose bed you’re currently on and what realm you’re in sinking in.

“No no no no no...At least let me go to Earth!”

You make to lunge off the bed, but an eerily familiar body forces you back down, once comforting brown eyes now only making anxiety churn alarmingly inside of you.

“I know it’s hard to believe me after all the lies, but I wasn’t lying about one thing. I do intend to be with you forever, so get comfortable, angel.”

You recoil at the mocking sneer associated with the pet name, the ironic use of the word disintegrating any fight left in you when the true hopelessness of your situation makes itself known. And Daichi watches in satisfaction at how you don’t even twitch as black shadows coil around your wrist and ankles, pulling you into a spread-eagled position, leaving your beautiful naked figure on full display for him.

But as despondent as you are mentally and emotionally, your body is already well on its way to adjusting and molding to his desires and he hungrily eyes the way it betrays you, arching and silently begging for more as additional shadow tendrils snake their way on and around every inch of you, some tendrils beginning to make their way in your gaping mouth, your still cum-filled hole, and oh...maybe he should have warned you that he planned on training all your holes, but he does so love the way your eyes blow wide open when a curios tendril wiggles its way into your puckered hole.

“Consider this your new full-time job, angel. Can’t have you living here rent-free after all. Now be good while I’m away and try not to be so loud. Wouldn’t want anyone else to hear you and decide they want a taste of a new fallen angel. I guarantee you no one else down here in hell is going to be as patient and kind as I am. Welcome to your new forever home.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, not that you’d be able to utter anything remotely intelligible around your screams and moans and the tendrils fucking your mouth. And as he makes his way to another meeting with Satan, he proudly flaunts his pitch black wings, a thoughtful smile on his face as he thinks of all the plans he has for you.

[lizbotw]

impatient | itadori

you can’t decide if being left alone with him is a blessing or a curse half the time.

itadori yuuji x reader

word count: 2.2k

inspired by fushiguro being all pouty when he didn’t get to help itadori and kugisaki in that one episode :(

“This is so boring.”

“Yuuji, shut up.”

Shoe soles scrapping against the gravel, you didn’t even bother looking at him, although the burning gaze you already felt prickled the hairs on the back of your neck.

“You’re bored too.” It wasn’t a question.

“We’re supposed to wait for them out here.”

There was a flash of color in your peripheral and a side glance revealed that he was tapping the heel of his red sneakers on the ground—another thirty seconds of that and you’d probably end up threatening him to a life without legs (not that it’d work—Sukuna in all his stupid glory would just regenerate them for his precious vessel; speaking of which, if Sukuna decided to start complaining right now too, you were sure you would lose your mind).

Whistling wind was the only reply to your statement and, content your ears would be spared from the monologue of complaints Yuuji had been going through for who-knows-how-long-now, you crossed your arms and tilted your head back to lean against the brick wall. The stone was dusted with a rustic red—standard, yet somehow fitting for the scene around you. The building looming in front of you was dilapidated in appearance, but you admitted the sleepy residential neighborhood it was located in had some charm to it in a weary, tired sort of way. The splash of brightly colored flowers and houses on some corners really upped the appeal you had to say.

Caught up surveying the surrounding area in admiration, you were almost able to forget about the boy perched on top of the junction where the wall dipped in its height down to a low brick fence just short enough to climb on top of. Almost.

As soon as the sigh left him from beside you, your face reacted before your mind had even fully comprehended what it meant (what it meant was that there was no chance you’d get any peace and quiet around here at this rate), your features annoyed and frowning and everything in between as had become routine at this point. “Why can’t we go in?” he whined, nudging you with his knee. His gaze was expectant and weirdly innocent as he peered up at you, as though you were explaining to a child why they had to have patience. You supposed that comparison could be accurate most times when it came to Yuuji.

“Because Gojou said so.”

“He’s not even here!” That was true. He was off on some super secret mission, although the instructions he had given the group of you were specific—or... er, not too specific that you couldn’t take some... creative liberties in their interpretation, such as stopping for ice cream on the way there as per Kugisaki’s demand request—trusting the lot of you to take care of yourselves and follow them to a T. And by that, he of course meant Fushiguro keeping everyone in line.

There was another curse to take care of, yet Gojou had decided to have you two sit this one out and simply accompany Megumi and Nobara to the site—those two were to actually head inside and deal with the threat. In hindsight, it all made sense considering you, Yuuji, and Megumi had spent more time around each other prior to Nobara’s arrival at the school, no matter how minuscule the time difference was. Hell, you and Yuuji had both spent more time fighting alongside Nobara than Megumi had (they always seemed to keep getting separated from each other in some way or another during the early missions, a laughable observation now that you thought about it). Naturally, letting those two duke it out and come to a somewhat agreeable partnership was the best course of action, and what better way to do that than force them into an abandoned building together?

But even in spite of all that clear-minded reasoning, you couldn’t lie that you weren’t more than a little peeved that you weren’t getting in on any of the action. You scoffed. Team bonding, but at what cost? At the cost of your sanity, that’s what.

You rubbed your temples, squeezing your eyes shut. You no longer wanted to see. “Yuuji, we’re supposed to keep watch,” you huffed out, exasperated. Although truth be told, the title of “guards” just seemed like some fancy namesake Gojou had given you two in order to placate you and make you feel like you were actually doing something. Needless to say, it was not working.

The low section of the wall he sat upon was one half of the area that flanked the archway of the path that led up to the building, and Yuuji, stupid and silly and cute, peeked his head just around the corner to look out of the entrance at the (empty) street and then turned back to you with a shrug. “Nothing there. Job done.” Playfully adorable as he was, you cracked a smile at that, shaking your head.

“Guess you’re right—job done,” you conceded.

He beamed and then hopped off of the ledge, pacing now. You wanted to stretch your legs too and go exploring around the area, but you were trying to be the voice of reason here, knowing that if you gave up that control you were a goner for sure. It was painfully easy to get swept up in his antics.

You barely even registered him setting off on another tangent about how he wanted to go inside too, more so focused on his hands as he switched from swinging them at his side to putting them up in a mock thinking expression for his head to rest upon as he kept walking back and forth in front of you—you were wondering if (and if so, when was the perfect moment) you could reach out and grab ahold of his hand to still the restless energy... and also partially because you just wanted to.

“They’ve been in there a long time, haven’t they?” Yuuji mused, your mind actually picking up on the question now that it was directed at you and not at some vague imaginary spot in the distance. He was right. You noted the glow of the red of the bricks making up the wall as they shone brilliantly warm under the softer evening light, the silent ticking of time among the clouds your only indication of the day passing. The sky was in between the bright shades of blue of the sunny afternoon and the orange hues that were gradually creeping in and mixing with them.

“They have,” you confirmed. You wondered if you would be here until nightfall with how long it was taking them. You crossed your arms again and drummed your fingers against them. Come on already, I have things to do.

After a staring contest with one of the many dust-covered windows of the building as though you were mentally willing the two inside to come out, your narrowed gaze swung over to Yuuji to see what he was up to and promptly widened. You hadn’t noticed that he had stopped his pacing and was looking at you now, closer than you remembering him being moments before.

“And... we’ve been alone this entire time, haven’t we?” Another step forward, casual yet making you suspicious all the same.

“...yes,” you replied, wary of the grin he had—you would’ve thought it was Sukuna if not for the crinkle of his eyes into a smile that matched the one on his lips (oh yeah, that was Yuuji alright).

His steps were so easy, carefree, as though he were sauntering up to talk to you any other time, but you knew him and you knew when he was planning something. Sure, there were times you were downright confused by just about everything he did, but then there were others where his thoughts were just plain obvious.

“And what have we been doing?” In one swift movement he had trapped you against the wall—another step and your back would hit the surface—piercing look pinning you in place. It was a sudden development but you also had the notion that you should have seen this coming from a mile away. He didn’t even need to put an arm out to prevent you from side-stepping out of the spot, his mere presence enough (although you very much wanted to wipe that sweet smile off of his face).

Your mind scrambled for words, you glancing off to the side briefly—you could not maintain eye contact with him like this. “Talking?”

His eyes lit up and you had the feeling you’d just fallen right into his trap. The hand that came up to cup your face confirmed your suspicions. “Yeah, and that’s boring, isn’t it?”

You swallowed, trying to still your breathing. “It is...”

Yuuji tilted his face forward to lean his forehead against yours, skin warm. Both of you were silent aside from the quiet hitches of breath, scrutinizing one another. When you felt his thumb press against the full part of your bottom lip in interest, you just about lost it. His voice was smooth and low when he spoke, “I was going to wait until later but...” You felt him breath in.

Later was usually when anything happened, you two not yet entirely bold or confident enough when it came to most displays of affection in public—or at least in front of the others that was. Their teasing was enough to have your face burning in shame for days, even if you had to admit it was funny at times. You barely even held hands in front of them. Then again... following Yuuji’s train of thought... you had been out here alone for so long already... maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just...—you weren’t lost to contemplation for long though as he brought you back to reality.

A mere brush of his lips against yours stopped you from replying, your eyes falling closed, heart hammering. Your hand found a weak grip on the front of his shirt as you waited expectantly for the warm flush of his mouth.

“What are you two doing?”

You jolted at the familiar voice, heart hammering for an entirely different reason now, and pulled away from Yuuji’s face, although his grip on your head didn’t let you get far, the press of his ring finger and pinky into the back of your neck dizzying. Fushiguro and Kugisaki stood a few feet away, looking a little worse for wear with minor scrapes and bruises littered on their exposed skin, but thankfully all in one piece.

Eyes darting to them, mind reeling as you realized the compromising position you had been caught in, you thought up an excuse on the spot.

“Standing guard.”

“About to kiss.”

You and Yuuji both spoke at once. You slowly looked at each other, blinking.

A second passed and then— “Why are you lying?” he asked, genuinely confused.

You slapped a hand across his chest in horror at him blatantly blowing your cover like that. “Yuuji!” You were mortified (but also... he was still so close... it was almost easy to forget that the other two were still there).

“I...” Fushiguro looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it and shook his head. “I don’t want details. Let’s just go.”

A sigh of relief left you, but then Yuuji gave a chipper, “Okay!” and when he still didn’t release his hold, you had a vague feeling in your gut that something was wrong—

He leaned forward to close the gap at last and press his lips against yours, swallowing up your breath in the process—then he pulled away like it was nothing, off to go bother Fushiguro about the details of the curse.

You stood there, dumbfounded.

A gasp. “Gross!” Kugisaki shrieked, sounding like she wanted a break from everything that had occurred in the past five hours. She was sticking her tongue out, nose scrunched up and eyes screwed shut. “I cannot see anything cute after dealing with that thing inside.” A nose of discontentment, “Bleh.” But then she seemed to have a moment of clarity, clapping both hands on the side of her face and giving you a look that might as well have been an overexaggerated wink paired with her shouting every cliche couple trope from the rooftops. “But also... romantic.” Please someone save you.

Fushiguro was looking a little pale himself, caught off guard by the display of affection, staring at you, but then catching himself and looking away. He looked embarrassed and he didn’t even have anything to do with it.

Carefully, robotically, you brought a finger up to brush against your lips, still warm where Yuuji’s had molded between them, and subsequently noticed the teasing look he was giving you in the distance. It was a little too smug for your liking.

You stalked up to him and jabbed a finger into his chest, staring him down. “Yuuji, I swear-”

Kugisaki shoved the two of you towards the exit before you could get into a fist fight over a single surprise kiss, tsking while Fushiguro followed behind in her wake (you wondered if he would recover from... that any time soon—poor boy). “Okay, move it along, lovebirds. I want to go take a shower.”

[spideyhexx]

alleyway; b.b.

pairing; bucky barnes x female reader

a/n: it was horny hours.

masterlist reblogs/likes//feedback is appreciated!

summary; you and bucky have sex in an alley

NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!

WARNINGS: dirty talk. oral (male receiving). deepthroating. making out. unprotected sex. yanno slight exhibitionism cause alley. hair pulling.

word count; 1.6k

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Bucky leans his head against the cold brick, the cold air nipping at his skin doesn’t seem to bother him.

Yet he still tugs his leather jacket tighter against him. He throws glances down towards the street, anticipating you to suddenly appear.

Bucky taps his fingers inside his pocket, counting each passing second as he waits for you.

The intense teasing between the two of you had gotten too much in the crowded bar and although your constant jabs irritated the hell out of him, he desperately wanted to feel your touch.

Bucky’s head picks up when he hears the clacking of heels and then there you are.

Trying to not seem like you’re walking fast down into the alleyway to meet with him. His eyes almost immediately drop to your feet, noticing how you only have one shoe on.

“What happened to the other one?”

Bucky points at your shoeless foot, a slight smirk gracing his pretty face. You chuckle at him, ditching the other heel.

“I lost it while walking out of the bar. Too many people around to go back for it.”

He lets out a laugh and licks over his lips.

“Or did you run on over here?”

“Real funny, Barnes,” you respond, hitting his chest playfully. A short silence fills the air. You knew how to make Bucky flustered, but actually having the chance to do something was sending you into overdrive.

Bucky clears his throat, “well, are you gonna kiss me or was that all talk back there?”

Your eyes widen for a moment at his bluntness and you hum at him, stepping closer. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you straighten the collar of his jacket, then look back up at him.

Your voice drops to a whisper, “right here?”

“Mhm.” Bucky’s hands make their way to your hips, squeezing them slightly, then leaning forward to let his lips touch yours.

His lips are softer than you imagined and he is gentler than you imagined. Almost as though he’s still a tiny bit hesitant. So you slide your hands into his hair, tugging softly on the strands, earning a low groan for his lips.

Your teeth bite at his bottom lip and he groans again, turning his head to deepen the kiss and letting his tongue collide with yours.

Leaving one hand in his hair, you use the other one to slowly trail down his body, toying it over his crotch.

Bucky grunts as soon as your lips make contact with his neck, tilting it to the side so you have more access.

“You were right, you are a good kisser,” he says, pushing your body closer to his so you could feel his hard on against your hip. You giggle against his neck, smoothing your hand through his hair.

“So are you.”

Bucky sighs deeply as you kiss under his jaw and you suck lightly in the area, wanting to hear more of his sounds. You want to make him want more. And he does, he needs everything.

“Alright, move on, doll,” he says through struggling breaths. You look back up at him and shake your head, “you’re no fun.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and takes matters into his own hands, unzipping his pants and pushing them down to the middle of his thighs, along with his boxers.

He quickly looks down the alley, seeing no other people around. Bucky takes his jacket off, dropping to the ground in front of him.

“Get on your knees.”

You do as he says, resting your knees on his jacket. Your mouth is on him in an instant. Bucky can’t even begin to fathom how many times he’s thought of your lips wrapped around his cock, but actually getting to feel it?

It’s completely unreal.

Knowing you weren’t in a place you could take your time, you suck on the tip, then bob your head down further on his length.

“Fuck,” Bucky lets out a muffled moan as he tries to keep his mouth shut. But some slip from his mouth.

The mere sight of you on your knees for him in an alleyway, taking all of his cock was almost enough to make him explode already. He reaches his hand down to cup your face as you hollow your cheeks, sliding your tongue up and down his cock.

Your work fast, bringing your hand up to caress his balls and Bucky’s grip on your jaw tightens.

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s really good.”

His voice was so raspy and deep that you feel yourself pulsing to have him in you already.

But you wanted to give him more, truly break him. You pull your mouth completely off of him and Bucky lets out a whimper-like sound, but quickly stifles it.

“Can you fuck my mouth, Barnes?”

Bucky shakes his head, his chest heaving slightly, “gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, doll.”

He moves his hand to the back of your head and you push down the front of your dress, your tits on full display.

Bucky almost forgets what he’s about to do once he sees your tits.

“You’re staring, Sarge,” you tease and Bucky uses his other hand to grip his cock, tapping it on your lips.

You open your mouth for him and he starts slow, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. You grip his thigh for stability, your other hand moving to play with yourself.

Bucky guides your head along with his thrusts and he practically melts when your tongue runs along the vein on his cock.

“Gonna cum soon,” he mutters, screwing his eyes shut and leaning it back against the brick.

You love the sight of this man and you want to see him cum, so you let your tongue slip by the slit in his tip whenever you could.

That’s what gets him to shoot his load into your mouth. Bucky pulls out half way through cumming, some of it landing on your chest. His moans are breathy as he rides out his orgasm.

“Stand up, doll. I wanna see how soaked you are.”

As soon as you’re on your feet, Bucky’s pushing you against the wall, sliding the hem of your dress up and ripping your stockings.

“You’re an asshole,” you mutter, holding onto his shoulders as his hand cups your pussy.

“Sure, but you’re fuckin’ soaked. I think that’s telling, isn’t it sweetheart? This all for me?”

“Yes, Sarge.”

Bucky shakes his head, smiling at you, then brushing his lips over yours.

“Keep calling me that and I’ll give you everything you want.”

You whimper against his lips and Bucky moves your panties to the side.

“I won’t rip these,” he teases, his nose bumping yours. He strokes his cock up and down your cunt.

“Bet you’re nice and warm for me.”

Bucky’s hold over you makes you melt even more into him and you could care less if anyone happened to walk by and see this scene unfold.

“Please, Sarge.”

“Please what, doll?”

Bucky teases his cock at your entrance, pushing in just slightly before pulling out.

“God, fuck me, Sarge. Now, please.”

He smirks, then holds your hips tightly, pulling one leg up to wrap around his waist as he pushes himself into you. Both of you let out a moan as he bottoms out.

“Would you look at that? Definitely nice and warm for me. And fuckin’ wet,” he groans and pulls out, snapping his hips back up into yours.

You pull at his hair in harsh tugs and he loves it. With each pull, he fucks into you faster. He lets out a breathless chuckle as you try to stay quiet.

Quiet grunts and gasps came from the two of you, Bucky pounding into you harder whenever you let out a noise a little too loud.

“Do you not care if someone notices us?”

You manage to get out as he works you on his cock.

“Don’t give a shit, honey,” he mumbles into your ear.

“Just need to give you my cum.” You whimper at his words.

"It would be hot for someone to see how good you're fucking me. Don't you agree, Sarge?"

"Mhm, damn right," he groans, sucking softly at the skin below your ear.

Bucky wanted to hear how hard it would be for you to stay quiet as you came around his cock.

He moved his head to lean his forehead against yours. You’re biting down on your lip, desperately trying to keep your moans contained.

“Bucky,” you whine at him, tugging him as close as possible as you clench around him.

He’s not even mad you didn’t call him ‘sarge’, he’s too wrapped up in feeling you to care.

“Go ahead, doll. Cum on my cock. Give it to me,” he mutters, pressing his lips to yours and then pulling back to watch your face screw into pleasure as you release.

“Bucky!”

You moan out his name loudly and Bucky grunts, spilling into you.

He breathes heavily against your lips, gently placing your leg down and pulling out of you, letting your panties move back into place. You attempt to fix your dress then groan.

“I forgot you came on my chest.” Bucky laughs then reaches into his back pocket.

“Lucky for you, I always have tissues.”

He takes it out and wipes the cum off of you and you pull the front of your dress back up.

He pulls his own boxers and pants back up and you reach forward before he could do anything. You zip his pants up for him, patting his abdomen.

“That was good, Barnes,” you tell him, hooking your arms back around his neck. He nods, agreeing, then moves your hands, grasping one of them and walking out of the alley.

“Where are we going?”

“Back to my place, wanna fuck you again,” he says, smirking back at you before tugging you along.

[muffindaddystyles]

prompt 1 with older brothers best friends!harry 👀

1. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

8. “I said stop staring at me.”

23. “I have a name and it’s not sweetheart.”

Third wheeling could never be fun. Not when you’re basically not even a wheel but an invisible person on a vacation watching couples kiss and yada yada.

“For fuck's sake.” Y/N grumbles changing a side snatching the blanket that got stuck under her and sandwiches her face into a pillow when she hears the steel roof atop her creak furiously accompanied by high pitched obnoxious moans.

Y/N's brother brought her along to their Italy trip, his wife’s bestfriend and his own bestfriend tagged along too leaving only Y/N to grump about their wild sex rendezvous.

She’s sleepless, homesick and probably about to get a stomach bug for living in yacht for four days atleast!

What’s so fun about jiggling in your sleep? None perhaps and the waves crashing at night that threatens you to swallow you down to the pit of ocean --- my pal, nothing is entertaining about it. Atleast for Y/N. She’s more of a hill station going person with her pup Frankenstein that oogles out from his small globe like window, comfy in his lil bag that Y/N moves around on her shoulders everywhere.

When the fracas of whatever’s taking place up doesn’t comes to halt, Y/N had enough, she isn’t very versed in coping with such situations since her dorm-mate is very nice.

So, she’s throwing the lid away to pop her head through the square like space and spreads her elbows up the roof, “Aish.” She immediately covers her eyes upon the sight of his brother and his wife doing it.

Their expressions comically panicked as they embarrassingly scrambles to clutch the flimsy sheets over them.

“Who does it all naked under an open sky?” She squeaks out, feeling her pulse tick and she peeks out towards the darkness from the slight gap of her fingers which are barely helping her avoid the scene that’d haunt her for life.

“Them bunnies and monkeys, ‘n many of our kind, Sweetheart.” She rolls her eyes at the familiarity of deep slow rumble that’s a bit slurred, probably from the Tequila they took with them. The voice never fails to froth bubbles in Y/N's tummy and it always involuntarily makes her nails dig into her palms.

Harry and Tina’s bestfriend went out to roam around Italy, or they told so and Albeit Y/N very well knows their intentions were more to exploring the city she didn’t butt in.

“I’ve a name and it’s not, Sweetheart.” She dismisses him with a grumble and his smirk shines through the shadow aggravating Y/N to an extreme she slips down shutting the door (like lid) at the them.

Harry Styles. Y/N's brother’s bestfriend. He’s everything Y/N loathes about. Bright green eyes, silken features and that dopey pearlish smile that makes everyone fall in love with him in nano-seconds.

To Y/N. He is an incubus. A witch that allures people without even knowing.

He’s a narcissistic asshole and Y/N's bad boy dream, unfortunately.

She hates herself for having a puppy crush on him for years now.

That friggin, Asshole.

He’s with everyone but her. It seems as if he’s getting stung by bees upon the mere closeness between them. A lamb ready to bite her down his stomach if she steps a foot near him.

At the moment when she’s sitting with her knees pressed to her chest, swollen eyes and puffy lips from not getting sleep last night.

She’s really hating that Harry looks so hot from the swim he just took as he dries himself sitting opposite to her. The droplets twinkling on his tanned thick body, his trunks wrinkled and bunched up into his thighs baring the tiger tattoo on front, his hair wet and oh so fucking tug-able – Y/N feels like Rachel from friends thinking all of that.

“Stop staring,” She mutters out loud when he wouldn’t stop licking the saltiness from his pink bottom lip keeping his intense gaze on her.

“What did y'say?” He pretends that we too engulfed in something else.

“I said stop staring at me.” Y/N grits. It’s annoying because it’s making her belly feel funny and loopy.

“The hills behind y'are just s'admirable.” He elevates his shoulders a bit panicked from inside and Y/N forced herself to not to twitch her eye when his chest muscles flexes due to his action.

Bamboozled she takes a glance from her shoulder to where he diverted his sight once she caught him. Her nose scrunched up and chin butted in disgust at the scenery, “That’s literally a heap of dead fishes!”

“Better than starin’ into a dead soul.” His lips down turned into a careless grimace and Y/N gasps out loud pushing the strands of her hair sticking to all of her face because of the breeze gush, “Why would you say that!?”

“’Cos you’re so mauve, that’s why?” He just wants to take a piss out of her. Nobody’s around and he’s finally getting time to talk to her even if it just to sit cross legged on her nerves and sip tea.

He’s actually lying. He thinks she’s more than mauve. She’s all those colours that usually macarons have, all those hues that butterflies wings have and all those tinctures that one find in gems then keep them safe.

She’s the colour he misses in his life.

“And you’re so fucking blue!” She grumbles and that slithered a deep wicked smile on Harry’s lips, “Like this deep ocean yer afraid of?” Her eyes widens at that and she almost lunges on her knees.

How did he know? Ofcourse, he'd. He’s everywhere. In every damn picture of wherever they went for recreation.

“I’m not.” She scoffs, her tone inconvenient and hazy as she shrinks into herself.

“Then take a dip,” She wishes that she could wipe that beautiful stupid smirk off his gorgeous stupidly lame face.

“Kiss my ass.” She spat out throwing a cushion towards him that lands on his lap, “I’d love to.” He barks out a laugh that rings through the waves.

“You’re such a stinky asshole.” She hits him with another that dumps against his chest, “Ow!” He feigns hurt with ridiculous comical expressions and throws the cushion back towards her which she successfully dodges, but, it falls behind her into the water.

“Shit.” She complains ducking around the edge of the yacht and stretches her arm to the plausible extent to grab the floating cushion.

Though when the tips of her toes leaves the seat she was on and she’s bending too much for her own sake Harry’s standing upright, “Hey stop —-" But. It’s too late as with a high pitched squeaky shriek Y/N's rolling first and falling into the water leaving Harry frozen for a second.

Panic chokes her throat and she moves her limbs around everywhere splashing water vigorously. Mouth gasping for oxygen but all that comes is salty water filling her mouth and lungs too, maybe as she sinks deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Y/N!!” He shouts out jumping to save her immediately knowing she doesn’t know how to swim and he’s wrapping his palm around her neck and pulling her from her waist to himself under the water as she watches him with frightened fading eyes.

He comes back to surface quickly and presses her to his chest. She too clings to him for dear life feeling herself drift into a state of unconsciousness and hard to breath while he grabs the deck and lifts her with himself to it.

He doesn’t risk a chance and lays her limp body down and clasps his hands together pushing them against where her heat beats feebly, winces when she spurts out water painfully.

“Baby...fuck.” He pats her soaked pale cheek anxiously when she still remains unresponsive to him, breathing wearily so he does what has to be done.

He grabbed her chin, squished her cheeks making her lips pucker out and wrapped his mouth around hers sucking the water out and spat it out once his mouth was full.

His eyes slip shuts and he slumps with relief when Y/N coughs out loudly into his chest and he brings her into him murmuring assurance into her wet hair.

“You’re okay darling,” His whisper wavers from the trembling of his lips and his fingers divots into her softest of skin when he hugs her tightly, “’M sorry ‘s me fault, Sweets.” He rubs the bridge of his nose to take the sniff of her scent to calm him down and she shakes her head unable to talk, hands bunched up against his tummy.

“You should rest, yeah?” His gaze soft with care and it’s baffling for Y/N that he ever had this side too. Before, she could be on her feet he slipped his strong arms under her and hoists her up and into him without any trouble.

If Y/N wouldn’t be feeling very droopy and breathless she sure would have fought with him, maybe blushed and hid her face into his neck but she’s already knocking out in his arms from the stingy feeling in her eyes that made her super duper sleepy.

..

Clouds. Y/N's merged into them and they cover every inch of Y/N, wait where am I? She feels real nice comforted around with such warm bedding and she sure knows it’s not hers. The blurry sight infront of her is enough to aware her and a perfectly calloused hand comes rubbing her shoulder when she tries to sit up.

“Not heaven, o'summat.” He chuckles airily. His smile small and a tad awkward, he’s changed into another pair of trunks that are yellow and his upper half now sadly is covered from a blue tee.

“How you feelin'?” Y/N let his question fly over her head and stutters out loudly, “Why you being s'nice to me now?” It etches a frown on his face but soon it vanishes into an expression that Y/N couldn’t pick point.

“You’ve always been such a meanie...” She murmurs glumly. White sheets tangling around her torso as she moves infront of him – their knees touching.

“I umm –-...like you, I guess?” He has never been this nervous and jumblish with words.

“You guess?” She asks and scared that he missed up he rushes out to hold her and to make her believe that his feelings are true.

“No, no! I’m sure. I like you very much.” That puts Y/N into silence where she stares the gleaming jewels onto his fingers and ponders over what he said.

Harry Styles. Her first kiss. Her very first candy love crush and her dream of bad boy actually likes her back.

She tries to ignore the party poppers going inside her body and the drums of happiness rolling around her heart.

“But ... Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” She doesn’t meet his eyes smoothing out the crinkles of sheets and her palm halts immediately when Harry hooks his thumb under her chin and raises it gaze lovingly into her eyes with sincerity, “Just ‘cos I stole yer first kiss?”

He laughs out sweetly when she bobs her head vigorously, “C’mon we were just sixteen! I’d have made sure to tell y'to keep it safe fo’ your precious person if I knew back then.” His pupils gleaming with hope and a tinge of eagerness.

The next thing she said with a slight bubbly pout caught Harry off-guard and in awe that how to process what she said with so much liability and vulnerability.

“But you’re my precious person!!”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins with a dimple tutting in and grabs her small cold hands to pull her closer to him.

The sweet name shies Y/N away and Harry thinks she couldn’t be more endearing as he takes her soft looking puffy face in the warm embrace of his hands and bops their noses together.

“Then g’na make sure ‘m your last.” He murmurs feathering his lips to the corner of her mouth that flutters her eyelids like butterflies and she pants out for more with a sweet whine, “Shit. You’re still very candy like since I last kissed ye'.” He giggles stroking his thumb up her cheek and takes a lick of her jutted bottom lip.

“Harry....” She complains tugging his weary shirt, “Yes me baby?” He quips out with those fake surprised eyes he makes with raised brows and puppy gaze.

“Kiss me alre –—,” He's swallowing her words down with the tender smush of his lips against hers in a kiss that’s slow and comforting at first, hearing onto the noises that she creates from tasting him and it deepens into something ardent and red when Harry pulls her over his thighs and guides her arms around his neck.

Their foreheads comes touching. Their hearts in sync and beside eachother. Their tongues loving on eachother.

“Dunno if I could ever stop.” He whispers breaking the knot of spit that connects their mouths with the stroke of his thumb against her shinning lip and pecks that spot twice.

“Then don’t.” Y/N looses her brain cells and only butterflies to whoosh into her skull as she grabs his jaw never letting him go and kisses him harder and rougher this time.

She’s gonna be in oh so much love with this bad boy that’s such a softie for her and she knows that there’s no going back.

[wherethingscomebackx]

Top 25 Larry Fics of 2020

h 2020 was HELLISH. So thank you to all the writers, and I mean ALL of them, who kept us occupied as the world continues to burn.

You may be familiar with these lists:

Top 25 Larry fics of 2016

Top 25 Larry fics of 2017

Top 25 Larry fics of 2018

Top 25 Larry fics of 2019

We’re going on our 5th year!!  As always, I read a lot of fic and the majority of it is Larry. I like making lists and I like Larry so I thought I’d do some minimal research of the top 25 larry fics published/completed in 2020 in order of least to most kudos (with links). All of these fics are top notch so you should all check them out!

25.) a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

24.) even the best laid plans by @falsegoodnight (25k)

“Anyways,” Louis stresses, narrowing his eyes, “just let me say it and then rate how terrible of an idea it is on a scale from one to ten.”

“Alright,” Zayn agrees, sitting up expectantly.

“I want to ask Harry Styles to take my virginity,” Louis blurts, holding his hands out for emphasis.

The way Zayn’s eyes bulge is almost comical. “Negative infinity,” he says, voice choked. “Negative infinity times negative infinity.”

“Technically, a negative times a negative is -”

“Really negative infinity,” Zayn corrects himself, shaking his head wildly. “Louis, what the fuck?”

-

Or, Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

23.) A Distant Hazy Light by @greenfeelings (76k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

22.) Ghost Note Symphony by whoknows (96k)

Louis is on tour when he first hears about it. It’s all over the news – Harry Styles Attacked By Fan runs in headlines for days. It’s not even just the gossip rags, either. Actual journalists are covering the story. It would have been impossible to avoid hearing about it. Technically, Oli is the one who tells Louis about it, but it’s not exactly being covered up. Harry doesn’t answer Louis’ text asking if he’s alright, but that’s not really surprising. They haven’t spoken for months, and it’s been a lot longer than that since they’ve had a real conversation. The sting of the text going unanswered is still there, less painful than it might have been a few years ago.

It’s not that it’s easy to forget about, exactly. Louis has a whole life outside of One Direction now, though. So Louis goes on with his life, figuring that if Harry was seriously hurt he would have heard about it by now. He might currently be in the same country as Harry, but being on opposite sides of it puts enough distance between them that putting it in the back of his mind is easy. There’s nothing Louis could do, even if he thought Harry might want him to.

That’s why everything that happens next comes as a complete shock to him.

21.) Until by @allwaswell16 (38k)

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

20.) Strangers in Love by sweetums (42k)

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

-

Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny

19.) A Long Way From The Playground by Pink_Sunsets (170k)

One Direction is broken up. They broke up five years ago. That should be the end of the story, right?

Harry is finished with One Direction. He now has a new life, one with two kids and a successful solo career. And he’s happy.

But a call one night from management flips Harry’s whole new life upside down, and he’s forced to face the life he had left behind.

As well as a certain blue eyed man who had left him behind.

18.) my love’s not simple (it’s fragile) by @falsegoodnight (27k)

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” he asks. “My shift ends at 7 but we can go for dinner at 8.”

Louis is silent for a few seconds and then, “Like… on a date?”

Harry swallows thickly. He hasn’t done this in years, hasn’t ever wanted to. “Yeah.”

He’s worried he’s misread things but then Louis raises his head to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Yeah,” he says easily. “Sure.”

Tension leaves his body swiftly. “Are you sure?” asks Harry. “I know we’re both so busy but I can’t not try with you, Lou.”

“Neither can I,” says Louis. “I think we can figure it out. I care about you a lot Harry. We’ve known each other for a week, but I already like you so much.”

-

Or Harry's new job is threatened by his impending rut. Desperate for a solution, he allows Niall to introduce him to Louis, an omega whose heat begins the same day. They click.

17.) Cocaine for Breakfast by @harryeatsburger (309k)

“It’s an easy job.” He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. “Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic.”

Louis gazes over to Harry. He’s looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he’s talking more to himself than Louis.

“Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing.”

That’s not how Louis remembers it to be, “You lying?” He honestly can’t tell.

Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes.

“No,” He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, “I won’t put you in any dangerous situation.” His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth.

or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. -

16.) Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren (4k)

I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

15.) the way the storm blows by @rbbsbb (21k)

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

14.) bruise you like a peach by @falsegoodnight (40k)

There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ.

The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.

His name is Louis Tomlinson.

13.) Watching The World Fall by whoknows (11k)

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

12.) Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 (38k)

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

11.) The Wrath of the Emerald Eyes by @purpledandeli0n (85k)

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.

His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."

•

Pirate AU

10.) Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

9.) We Both Got Nothing to Hide by lovelarry10 (43k)

“Talk to me, Lou.”

“I can’t,” Louis mumbled, knowing he genuinely couldn’t say it. He couldn’t admit to what he was doing. “Don’t ask me to say it, because I can’t.”

“Then… I’ll try and guess. You’ve… got some stuff of Harry’s. Something of his to make it smell like him?”

Louis just nodded, eyes fixated on the floor. This was humiliating, but he knew Zayn wouldn’t stop until he found out what was going on.

“Okay. Like… a blanket, or a comforter or something?”

“Kind of…”

//

Omega Louis has a secret nest. Alpha Harry keeps losing his clothes.

8.) sleeping on our problems by @falsegoodnight (67k)

I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down.

There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word.

His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared.

-

Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

7.) like it’s a game by @soldouthaz (32k)

there is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

and louis.

6.) before we knew by @falsegoodnight (39k)

“C’mon Lou,” says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren’t usually bothered by his brattiness. “Can’t you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren’t you curious about him at all?”

Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn’t be so affected after all these years. He’s seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He’s very familiar with the name Harry Styles.

It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it.

He hates everything about his supposed soulmate.

He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he’s walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples.

-

Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

5.) Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo (114k)

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

4.) You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by @harryrainbows (95k)

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

3.) The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

2.) Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

1.) Collision by @tequiladimples (224k)

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)