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mazegays · 4 months ago

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please take down the mistletoe

cause i don't wanna think about that right now

Since I've been torturing Molly with this all day, it's dedicated to them @itsthemxze

Gally glares at Frypan. He knows what he’s doing with this music. A song that Thomas had played for him. Gally hadn't understood why, because it’s a break up song–“When you were putting up the lights this year/did you notice one less pair of hands?”–but now that things are over, he thinks he gets it.

“Can we turn this off?”

“Gally, you know he’s back in town.” Gally also knows that the string tied around his wrist, connecting him to Thomas, is fading fast; he knows that Thomas has met someone else. Someone who's probably gaining the connection that Gally is losing.

They were supposed to be fated, one of those couples everyone talks about for centuries.

If the string fades away, they still will be–just in a different way. Strings fading is more recorded than it ever has been, a little less taboo now than in the past. But people still talk when one burns out.

“I don't want to see him.” Gally’s the one who ended things–Thomas had been accepted with a full ride to a school about fifty hours away, by car. Less if they could afford to fly.

Gally’s missed him every day since he told Thomas that he didn't think he could handle long-distance. Not for four years, or more, because Thomas is brilliant and they're going to want to keep him around.

“Maybe he wants to see you.” He won't. Gally had watched him for years as their string formed, and Thomas runs when he can't solve something. He hadn’t been running from Gally, from their relationship, when he accepted the offer (he had to, Gally would have been pissed if Thomas had stuck around for him.), but he’s been running ever since.

This is the first time he’s come home in three years. Their string had been strong at first, and he and Thomas had been texting regularly. Thomas probably hadn’t wanted to hear his voice or see his face over a call, and that was fine. Gally gets it.

“He doesn’t want to see me.”

“You've been fated since middle school, Gally, he might have a thing or two to say. You dated for five years. The last time I talked to you before Thomas got his acceptance letter, you sounded like you were ready to ask him to marry you.”

“Thomas wanted to wait until after college.”

“To get engaged, or to get married?”

“Engaged. We were young, we are young. It’s not like the strings have to mean something.” Gally wishes they did. His tie to Thomas had been strong until the beginning of summer, a vibrant red. It still vibrated when Thomas was stressed or sad or excited. Gally can only assume that was the same on Thomas’s end.

He hasn’t had any of that in months. The only reason he knew that Thomas hadn't gotten his string cut was because it was still there.

Now, it's almost gone, and Thomas is back in town.

Gally knows it’s not to patch things up with him.

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“Just turn it off, Fry.” Gally sighs, slamming the dough onto the counter with more force than he needs to. “I don't know why you're so insistent that we should talk.”

“Because we should.” Thomas’s voice gets him to look up. “You're looking well, Gally.”

Thomas… Thomas is a little taller, maybe. His hair is still brown–he'd never been one for funky colors–but it's styled now, in a way Thomas had never bothered with in high school.

“So are you.”

Gally’s thought about seeing him again. Of course he has. But in those daydreams, he'd been the one going after Thomas, chasing him.

He would find him in his dorm, or after class, and say that it had all been a mistake, beg for Thomas to take him back. Kiss him in the middle of the hallway, on the sidewalk, in the pouring rain. Whatever it took.

He’s lost his chance.

“I was hoping you'd call, that first Christmas.” Thomas tells him, not moving any closer. “I called you, and you didn't pick up–I hoped you would answer when you woke up.”

And he never had. He'd texted instead, invited Thomas to call him again, but it hadn't happened.

“I didn’t know how to celebrate Christmas without you. I have gifts for you that I never sent. I hoped that maybe, when the semester ended, you'd tell me that you would meet me halfway and we could do a summer roadtrip like we always talked about. When I texted you about it, you blew me off.”

Gally remembers that, too.

“I made friends and wanted to tell them all about you, but I wasn't sure if I could do that anymore. And when they got it out of me, they dragged me around town for a new haircut, some new clothes. Said I wasn't going to forget about you if I kept wearing your t-shirts to bed. I didn't want to forget about you, not then. Even though it had been over a year. Since we still had the string, I thought we would be okay.”

Gally can't make himself say anything. Thomas has the talking handled, anyway. Does he know that Gally could listen to him talk forever and never get tired of his voice?

“I don't know what you feel, or why you really broke up with me, but I know the string's been fading. I can barely see it, some days. It’s… not why I came back. You know, if you had asked me stay, begged me to come back, I would have. We're tied together, we were so in love in high school that we made our friends sick.”

When Gally glances behind him, Frypan’s not there anymore to help him figure out what to say.

“Thomas, I'm sorry. I–”

“Please, Gally, not now.” Thomas finally comes closer, putting the bag he's carrying on the counter between them. “Everything in here is yours, my friends told me I should burn it but I didn't want to get rid of anything that you'd touched. There are gifts for you, too, and for your parents and grandma. I never figured out how to knit the way she does, but I hope she'll like it anyway.

“You've probably figured this out by now, but I've met someone. Someone… who runs in with me when I need to figure something out. It took me a long time to realize that you weren't going to come and find me, that you didn't want to go back to the way things were. That's okay, Gally, but we both need to stop clinging to our red string of fate.”

“You came here to ask me to get it cut.”

“Yes.”

Gally wants to say no, he really does.

He just doesn't think he has the right, or the nerve, to ask that of Thomas.

“You could have cut it at school. You don't need me there.”

“Gally, you were a big part of my life for a long time, even before we could see our strings. You taught me that all holidays, big or small, were supposed to be fun. When I met my grandma and celebrated Chanukah for the first time, you were right by my side. You researched with me, visited three synagogues with me so I could learn as much as possible without leaving the state. You arranged your family's holiday plans the next year so we could celebrate both.

You were the most important person in my world. If you don't want to cut it, I won't. We can let it fade.”

“No, I'll go with you.” And break his own heart in the process, but he can see that Thomas means it. There's nothing left for them, not where Thomas is concerned. He's patched up whatever holes Gally had left in him and he's ready to move on.

“Thank you.” Thomas sighs, shoulders dropping–there was a time when Gally would have noticed how tense he was immediately. “Do you want to make an appointment, or should we try a walk-in place?”

He's surprised he's being given the option. He hasn’t been particularly nice to Thomas when they’d broken up.

“How long are you here for?”

“You’re not changing my mind, Gally.”

“I wasn’t going to try.” He knows better than that; the Thomas he remembers rarely backed down. “I–When works for you?”

“We could go right now. If Fry’s around, you could bring him.” Cutting red strings of fate can be painful, but Gally doesn’t think that theirs will hurt Thomas one bit.

“Do you have anyone to come with you?”

“He’s outside. I wanted to do this by myself.”

Gally wants to throw up. He wants to tell Thomas no, he can’t cut their string, he can’t go and be with someone else.

He’s the one who let him go, so he doesn’t get to set the terms.

“I’m available now.” Frypan steps out of the depths of the kitchen. “Sorry, I didn’t hear all of it.”

“That’s fine. I’m sure we’ve got plenty of people wondering what’s going on, anyway.” Thomas seems so calm about all of this.

Gally wonders how long he’s known that he was going to come back and ask about cutting their string.

“There’s a reputable string-shearer a few blocks away.”

“You did your research.”

“I wanted to be prepared if you said yes. They take walk-ins.”

“What’s the address?” Frypan writes it down. “Thanks, Thomas. It’s good to see you again.”

“You, too. I’ve missed everyone here.”

Then why haven’t you come back? Gally wants to scream. Why not come visit if you missed us so much.

But he knows why. And he can’t blame him. He probably would have cut the string already.

“Maybe we can have everyone get together one evening, while you’re here.” Frypan suggests. “Are you going somewhere else over break?”

“No, we’re staying with Newt. His little sister goes to our school.”

“Must feel like a small world over there.”

“It does, sometimes. Took a while for that to happen. I felt like I was drowning at first.” It’s not pointed, but it still cuts Gally into pieces.

“We’ll meet you over there in half an hour.” Frypan promises.

“I’ll get started on the paperwork, then.”

The automatic door can only shut quietly, but it’s the loudest thing Gally’s ever heard.

“How long has it been fading?”

“Since the start of summer. That’s when I first let myself notice it.” Gally admits. “I didn’t want to… I didn’t want to say anything was wrong. I didn’t want anything to be wrong.”

“Did you really ignore his calls on Christmas?”

“Well, there’s a time difference–”

“It’s a few hours, not a whole day, Gally. Get your stuff together, I’ll clear up in here. I get the feeling we’re not coming back after this.”

“It’s rare that I have both people here at once.” Mary raises her brow at Gally and he wants to melt. She won’t tell anyone about this–she wouldn’t have business if she did–but she used to babysit him when he was a kid and he doesn’t want to do this with her.

But he knows she’s good, and she’ll be fair.

“We’ve been fading for a while.” Thomas tells her. “But I didn’t want to get our string cut without talking to him.” The string hasn’t gotten any brighter; if anything, it’s gotten dimmer.

“I need to hear your reasons for cutting the string. Technically, only one of you has to speak.”

“I can go.” Gally whispers. He doesn’t really know what he’s going to say until he says it. “Thomas, even before we really knew what the strings meant, I was watching you. You refused to stop asking questions and wouldn’t play like the rest of us on the playground and it drove me mad. I loved you when we started dating, and I love you now, despite the distance between us. Distance I created. I wasn’t going to let you ruin your chances at a full ride scholarship for me, but I didn’t want to tell you that. I was scared that seeing what else was out there would make you resent me for tying you down, holding you back, so I didn’t even try. I broke up with you and said it was because I didn’t think we could handle long-distance, when I know we would have made it work. We could have marked dates on our shared calendar and video-called each other to eat dinner together. I thought about you every day, but I was too proud to ask you to come back, or to ask to come to you. I thought you’d be home for the holidays, and we could talk. But you didn’t come back that year, or the next. And then our string started fading and I realized that I was never getting you back.”

It’s the most he’s said to Thomas in years. It’s not an apology. It’s not what he deserves.

“You were all I had.” Thomas answers. “You were all I had here, for the longest time. One of the only people who would listen to me. And then, as soon as I was going somewhere else, you gave up on us. Instead of trying something hard. Before, if I ran when something got to be too much, you’d be waiting on the other side, and we’d figure it out. Then I had to learn how it felt to run from you. And I wanted to die.

“You were all I had, and you made it sound so easy, so logical, when you broke up with me. I remember thinking ‘this is all wrong, I’m supposed to be the logical one’, before telling myself that I was not going to cry over this around you. You would have comforted me, and I would have hit you for it. It took so long for my friends to convince me that I didn’t need to run back to you when I had someone who was matching my stride. That’s why I want our strings cut. I could wait for them to fade, but for me this is just one more reminder of the boy who diced his eggs before they even made it into the basket.”

“I think I’ve heard enough. Are you ready?” They both nod, and Mary reaches for their string. It’s loose around Gally’s wrist, now. A few more days and it would fade away or fall off on its own.

When the whole string is visible, he can see all of the knots tied in it. All of the times they could have worked things out, but didn’t. He also sees it on Thomas for the first time in years. His isn’t loose. It’s wrapped around his arm and pulled taut, the knots pressing into his skin.

They’re not able to cut off circulation. If it were a real string, Thomas would only have half of his bicep left.

This is what Gally’s been doing to him.

That realization makes him go numb.

Mary cuts the string and unravels it from their bodies.

“You’re all done here.” She says to him, or maybe Frypan, quietly. “A warm bath and some warm drinks would be good. He might feel a chill for a while.”

Thomas looks completely unaffected. Gally doesn’t recognize the guy he’s with–that’s probably for the best. He looks settled in his arms.

Mary probably doesn’t realize that the door isn’t completely shut when she says “And you already had string forming, even when you were still tied to someone else. That’s a good indication of a strong bond.”

Gally manages to hold off the tears until Frypan gets him home. Chapter 2

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sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth · 16 days ago

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any estimate for when we’ll get to see blackbird 👀 ??

so so excited for cowboy sam !!

Aah thank you so much, lovely anon! ❤️

I'm working hard on it! I have around 10 chapters of it finished, and currently I estimate I'll make it to around 15 . That's the current plan, anyway, so without over-committing I wanna say maybe a couple of months? I'm already so sad that it'll be over soon, this might be the most fun I've ever had writing anything. But I'll try to find an end to it at some point! Pinkie promise!

In the hope that it'll maybe quench the thirst a little, you can find an exchange between Sam and the madam!reader below the cut. He's just arrived in Blackbird* and she's trying to figure him out. This is from very early in the story, and I think it shows their dynamic really well. Hope you enjoy!

(*for context: Sam, at this point, is going by the name Samuel Wesson, for... reasons.)

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You pour yourself a glass, light a cigarillo and start doing the week’s books. After a few hours, you dress in your red dress and go downstairs again. It’s bustling, and Garth is playing the piano. He nods at you and gives you one of his goofy smiles as you walk down the stairs. You’re looking around, at your girls and the johns and the patrons when your eyes land on handsome Mr. Wesson again. He’s sitting in the corner Anna sat in earlier. He has a glass and a bottle on the small table, is leaned back and reading. You frown to yourself but you can’t help being a little amused by him. He sees you as you’re walking up to him, sits up, dog ears his book and closes it. He nods as you sit down next to him, lean back. To your surprise, he doesn’t look at your pushed up cleavage, nor at your thigh when you throw one leg over the other, making your skirts ride up. “Now I’m sure you’re not sitting down here with all my beautiful girls around you and reading,” you say, then nod at his book. “And Thoreau, to make things worse. I should be insulted.” Wesson looks at the book in his hand, raises it in question. “You’ve read it?” he asks. You listen for the surprise, or the contempt, in his voice, at a whore being able to read. You don’t find it. So instead you lean forward, conspiring, and he leans in as well with an amused look. Once you have his attention, you turn your head to the side, point into the room. “You see that girl there?” you ask, voice low, and Wesson follows where you’re pointing, nods. “She can suck your soul out of your body, she’s that good.” Wesson leans back, chuckles loudly. “Tempting,” he says when he’s calmed himself. “But no.” “Do you want a man, is that it?” you ask next. “Cause I have a boy, the prettiest you’ve ever seen, and he—” “I’m really not interested,” he says, smiling softly at you. The good news is that he doesn’t seem offended at the question. The bad news is that there’s never been a man you have been able to read so little, but it seems you met your match. “Well, I’ll bite,” you finally say, brushing something invisible off your knee. “What do you want?” Wesson turns back to face you. He washed and trimmed his beard, you see. He really is beautiful. Pretty, boyish features, but on a man. His nose looks like it might have been broken once, and you have the sudden intense urge to run your thumb over it, gentle, down to his pinkish lips. You need to swallow. “I just want to sit and read Thoreau,” he says, watching you intently, making a soft shiver run through you. “But I could forego the book if you wanted to sit and talk with me a little longer.” You purse your lips, then stand. “My time is very expensive, Mr. Wesson,” you say, turning your upper body towards him, “and I have girls I need to run. Now, when I walk over there, to the bar, could you do me a favor and look after me, as if it was me that rejected you, not the other way ‘round?” You shrug a little, but let a coy smile play over your lips. “Just for my own bruised ego?” The smile that spreads over Wesson’s features is slow but brilliant, lights up his entire face. It’s unguarded, that’s what it is. Like no one’s ever come up to him and done something horrible. “You’re good,” he says, nodding, looking a little impressed. You lower your eyelids, give him a seductive look. “I’m the best, Mr. Wesson,” you say, and then you begin walking away. It’s almost like you can feel his gaze on your back. You need to suppress a self-satisfied grin.

Can't wait to share this whole thing with you! it's really a passion project!❤️

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gorgon-goddess-of-chaos · 7 months ago

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Movie Night

My need for soft Anti fluff is never ending. Write the fics you wanna read, I guess.

Antisepticeye x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 1134

“Baby, I’m home. I brought dinner!” “YAY!” Anti glitches into the entryway, scooping you up into his arms with a giggle. He holds you tight, kissing your cheeks until you’re laughing along with him. You know he misses you, being a stay-at-home demon, but until you’re able to find a way for him to go out in public safely, it’s what has to happen. At least while you’re at work. But on this particular day, you promised that you’d bring home a treat and the two of you would have a date night. You had grabbed some Chinese food, and a couple things from the local bakery.

He lets you set the food down, even if he refuses to put you down. It’s hard to resist his giggling laughter. You kick your legs as he holds your feet above the ground, squishing his face before meeting his lips in a giggly kiss.

“I missed ye.” “I know. But I’m all yours tonight. Just like I promised.” Anti looks up at you, chin resting in your chest. He briefly nuzzles in, before putting you down with a kiss to your temple. You go wind down for the evening, changing into something more comfortable back in your shared bedroom. The door to his gaming room is open, the game paused and his chair still spinning from when he glitched to greet you at the door. It’s cute, seeing a physical representation of his excitement to see you. Reminds you a bit of a golden retriever with separation anxiety.

Walking back out into the kitchen, you find him going through all the containers of Chinese food, separating the food for the two of you out into two piles. He’s also grabbed a package of batteries, already snacking on it. You walk up behind him, playing with his hair before wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. Anti spooks a little, before lighting up again and spinning to reciprocate the hug.

“Mine.” “Yes baby, I’m yours.” He buries his face in your hair, squeezing you tighter. The two of you stay there for a bit, letting him get a hug that he very clearly needed. The coffee maker bubbles behind you, as he rocks you back and forth. It’s quiet, rain hitting the window above the sink, distorting the street lamps outside as the droplets fall down the panes. You lift your head, looking up at him. “Baby? Are you okay?” “Ye… I just… needed ye here. Just fer a minute.” “It’s okay. But how about we go sit on the couch? Better cuddles, eat food, and we can watch our movies.” “Okay. Uhh-”

Anti pauses for a second, before lifting you up into his arms again. His hands are tucked under your thighs, hoisting them up as your legs wrap around his waist, arms around his shoulders. You laugh, holding on tight as he tries to balance bringing everything, including you, into the living room. You turn to see a pile of blankets and pillows, you assume that he set up while you were at work. He dumps you in the pile with a giggle, running away after he sets the food on the coffee table. You sputter, digging yourself out before flipping him off. Anti simply cackles, pouring coffee for the two of you and returning with your mugs.

“Can we watch a horror movie?” “Sure, baby. Anything you want.” “Yay~”

You hand the remote to him as you get a blanket over your laps. His arm rests over your shoulders, letting you rest your head on his. Food rests in your laps over the blanket, mixing your food around in the container briefly with your chopsticks. Instead of a traditional movie, he selects an in-depth analysis of an analog horror series on YouTube. Several hours long, but it does intrigue you. He dims the lights, a soft orange around the room as he snuggles you closer to him.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out somewhere, Anti. I know you’ve been itching to get out of the house.” “Eh, it’s fine. I more miss ye t’an anyt’in’. T’e ot’er people I don’t really care about.”

“So you’re okay with us just staying in and doing, this?” “T’e only ot’er t’ing I’d wanna do wit’ ye is play a game. But we do t’at all t’e time. Just found a new game t’at we could play t’get’er.”

“Oh! That sounds fun. Maybe tomorrow? I don’t work this weekend.” This is a detail you wanted to surprise him with tomorrow morning, but with how he was acting when you got home, it definitely feels like he needs it now. His smile returns, pleasantly surprised and squeezing you excitedly. His feet kick under the blanket, wrapping you tighter in his arms.

“We can do lots o’ t’ings t’is weekend!”

“Whatever you want. Maybe we can go to a quiet coffee shop, or maybe a pumpkin patch?”

“Ooooooh, pumpkins…”

Something you stick in your back pocket for Sunday, letting tomorrow be for gaming. Your attention goes back to the video essay on the television, settling back in. It’s a little refreshing, enjoying horror with him without worrying about jumpscares. There’s something about the video essay that makes it simultaneously more and less terrifying. Or maybe just terrifying in a different way, wiping away the dust on top of the lore to make you look deeper into the horrifying mess that lays underneath. Anti seems moderately invested, but he’s quite amused at how much you’re getting into it. You pass commentary back and forth between bites, theorizing in your own ways as you both gain new information.

An hour or two in, you pause, cleaning up your dinner and getting the desserts from the kitchen. He grabs some more batteries as well, and pops some popcorn for you in the microwave. You refill your beverages, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he waits by the microwave. His cheeks blush, looking at you walk by with love in his eyes. When the popcorn is done, he walks back into the living room, hopping over the back of the couch to take his seat by your side again. You kiss him, settling into his arms as he lays you on top of him. His batteries rest on the coffee table as your popcorn sits on the floor, both snacks within easy reach considering your positioning.

The two of you get sleepy laying on the couch after a couple more hours, nested beneath the blankets and thoroughly supported by the abundance of pillows that Anti brought out. You don’t even make it through the entire video, leaving YouTube autoplay to carry you through the night as you stay curled up together. Luckily, you have the entire weekend ahead of you.

#antisepticeye #anti #anti x reader #antisepticeye x reader #jse anti #jse antisepticeye #jse antisepticeye x reader #jse anti x reader #jse egos #septic egos #glitch bitch #electric limeade #chaoswrites

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actual-lea · 1 year ago

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Believe it or not, this fic is definitely still a thing so read it if you wanna?

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"You'd better come and see this," is the first thing that Milo, Theresa's nurse, says to Abigail when she walks through the door. He's out of breath from running halfway down the stairs, and the startled look in his eyes is so alarming that Abigail doesn't even pause to step out of her shoes; she just follows him up to Theresa's room without a word.

When she enters, Theresa turns to look at her. To look at her, not through her, and not her five or ten or God knows how many years younger. Abigail approaches the bed cautiously, in case any sudden movement might break the spell.

Theresa smiles. “Good to see you, Abby.”

Abigail laughs at that, because she doesn’t know what else to do. “Supposed to be my line, you know,” she says. Distantly, she notices that Milo has gone, leaving her alone with her sister for however long this lasts.

Theresa’s gaze, still lucid and more focused than it's been in years, drifts around the room, taking in the small space. When she turns back to Abigail, there’s something like realization in her eyes. “What year is it?”

Abigail hesitates. Informing Theresa of the current date has never been a good idea, based on past experiences. But then, she’s never directly asked for it before. “It's 2007."

Instead of panic, those focused eyes light up with something like excitement. “Bring me a pen.”

Abigail has to leave the room to find one, her movements hurried, almost frantic; what if she returns to find Theresa gone again, lost somewhere in the past, if she’s even conscious at all?

But no, Theresa’s right where and when she left her, sitting up in bed with her hands neatly folded over the edge of her blanket. Maybe it’s only Abigail’s imagination, but she looks healthier, less pale than usual, an impression that’s only helped by the way her face lights up again as Abigail hands her the pen. There's a notepad on the table beside the bed, and Theresa leans over to reach it.

"What is it?" Abigail asks as she starts scribbling.

"It's a long story," Theresa says, and her silence spells out the unspoken implication: there isn't enough time to explain. "Is your passport still valid?"

Abigail blinks. It's been years since she thought about her passport at all. She'd gotten it in preparation for a holiday to Australia that never materialized. That was before everything; before their father's cancer diagnosis, before the accident. "I'd have to check, but I think so," she replies. "But, why–"

"I need you to fly to Los Angeles, and give this to Daniel."

Another blink. "Come again?"

"I can tell you exactly where to find him," Theresa says, as if it’s a perfectly reasonable request.

"Are you out of your head?" Abigail says without thinking, and Theresa looks up from the page for the first time. “You want me to make a bloody pilgrimage all the way to the States, just to see Daniel Faraday? Why in God's name would I do that?”

“You want me to get better, don’t you?" Theresa says, unfazed. "This is how I get better. This is how it all starts." She sketches out some sort of diagram while Abigail watches in stunned silence. “On the twentieth of September, this year, you’ll find him at this address.” She flips the paper over and scribbles something down before resuming her drawing on the other side. “He’ll be sitting outside on the north end of the building. He’s carrying a plastic bag and wearing a red plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up.” She pauses and smiles, like she's laughing at a joke only she can hear. “His right shoe is untied.”

Abigail stares at her, bewildered. Theresa's spent years adrift in the past, but she's never predicted the future before.

"I know it sounds strange," Theresa says, as if reading her mind. "But you have to trust me, okay?" She pauses again, looks up, waits for Abigail to nod once, mechanically, before ripping the paper free of the notepad and handing it over.

She blinks at it, more confused than ever. "What...is it?"

"Daniel will know what it means," Theresa says with certainty.

Abigail is quiet for a long moment. This is absurd. Her sister's mind must be lost, again, somewhere different than usual, and yet...

She meets Theresa's steady gaze. There's an almost unsettling clarity there, a firm sense of conviction and purpose that Abigail hasn't seen since...

Well, since before the accident. Before her sister was taken away from her, by the very man that she's being asked to seek out.

"Be nice to him, okay?" Theresa adds, reading her mind again, and Abigail tries not to flinch. "He's going through a lot."

She laughs at that. "Trying to talk me into it?" She looks up at Theresa again. "Honestly, getting to see that bastard miserable isn't the worst incentive I can think of, if–"

But her sister isn’t looking at her anymore. She’s staring down at the blank paper in her hands, thumbnail picking at the side of the pen like she isn’t sure what to do with it anymore.

Abigail’s heart sinks back into the pit it had only just managed to climb out of. “Theresa?” she says gently. “Are you still with me?”

Her sister turns to her, eyes wide and distant. “I had a bad dream,” she says, in a small, childish voice.

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“So, what does it mean?”

Daniel shakes his head at Abigail’s question without looking up from the page. Gun to his head, he could never have conjured a mental image of her elegantly scribbled handwriting, but seeing it now in front of him, there's no question that the diagram is definitely Theresa’s handiwork.

Nine neat circles, with labels like Event A, Event B, and so on, all connected within an intricate web of lines, four of them named: real time, space-time, imaginary time, and imaginary space. The rest aren’t labeled at all, but instead denoted by equations, complex formulas with vaguely familiar symbols and constants, concepts that he can’t quite wrap his head around anymore, at least not without a cheat sheet to remind him which letters mean what.

"This is…really advanced stuff,” he says, finally, a laughable understatement. “I mean, this is beyond the scale of anything we ever…”

The most inscrutable pieces of the puzzle are the words scrawled across the top of the page: FISSION CHAIN REACTION. The equations all relate to theoretical physics, not nuclear reactions. How would fission factor into any of it? Unless, somehow, that’s what one of the “events” refers to.

But no, that can’t be right. A fission chain reaction describes an ongoing process; he would never call the day-to-day functions of a nuclear reactor an “event” in space-time. It would have to be a specific instance – some kind of sudden, massive release of energy, something on the scale of Chernobyl, or…

He looks up. “Wait, where are you going?”

Abigail turns back to face him with a sour expression. “I’m going home.”

“But, we–" He gets to his feet with a slight wince. “We’ve gotta figure this out, if Theresa–”

“No, you’ve gotta figure it out,” she corrects. “I did what she asked, and I don’t want anything else to bloody do with you.”

He blinks. “But you– You're not even the least bit curious about-”

He shrinks against the wall when she whirls around to stomp toward him. She stops just short of shoving him, though, like reaching the end of an invisible tether. “I've done what she asked,” she repeats through clenched teeth. “So we're finished.”

And then she storms across the grass to a taxi in the parking lot and disappears without looking back.

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The SUV is still parked by the hospital’s entrance, and so is Abaddon, who watches Daniel approach with a faintly amused look on his face.

“I’ll need full access to everything you have,” Daniel says. “Every single piece of intel Widmore has about the island.”

“Of course.” Abaddon opens the door for him.

“I’m not finished.” Daniel settles into the backseat and pauses to catch his breath while Abaddon gets behind the wheel. “There's some additional information that I… Things I can’t research on my own. Secrets that only someone with Widmore’s influence might be able to get their hands on.” He fiddles with the seat belt. “I mean, really secret stuff. Classified military operations, that sort of thing.”

“That can be arranged.” Abaddon’s eyes bore holes into Daniel’s forehead from the rearview mirror. “In the meantime, Mr. Faraday, I’m here to take you anywhere you’d like to go.”

“I gathered that.” Across the grass, the city bus he’d intended to board pulls up to the crowded stop. He could still make a run for it, theoretically, provided that his lung doesn’t give out halfway.

Instead, he digs his journal out of his pack and gingerly folds Theresa’s diagram to place it inside, along with the photographs he’d taken from his mother’s office in the church - more fragments of the bigger picture that refuses to fall into place.

He finds Abaddon’s eyes, still watching him expectantly. “Do you have a phone I can borrow?”

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“So, your girlfriend can see the future?” Hurley says.

Daniel scratches his head. “…Yes?” He’s drowned out by a particularly loud truck speeding past on the nearby highway. “Not exactly,” he says instead once the sound fades. How any of the patients milling around the small green space of Santa Rosa can be unfazed by the constant road noise is beyond him.

Hurley waves away a fly from the half-eaten sandwich on his plate and slides his bishop across the chessboard. "Then, how'd she know where you'd be?"

"It's…hard to explain," he says, for what must be the fifth time since the start of their conversation. "Time doesn't move in a straight line for her, it…” His eyes land on the board game boxes stacked on the other end of the picnic table. “It's like a puzzle, with all the pieces switched around. Even though some of the shapes still fit together, the picture doesn't make any sense. But occasionally, a few of the right pieces match up with each other through pure luck, and you get a glimpse of how it's actually supposed to look."

Hurley stares at him blankly. "Uh…"

He shakes his head. "Essentially, a piece of her mind from sometime in the future happened to link up with her mind in the present. That future version of her was coherent enough to realize what was happening, which means that version of her must have gotten better somehow." He taps the sheet of paper on the table. "That's why she gave me this, so that I could set everything in motion to make that future a reality."

Hurley rubs one eye. "I still don't get what any of this has to do with the island."

Daniel stares at an empty square of the board. "I don't…fully understand it, either," he admits before absently making his next move. "But I know that the island can heal her, and that's reason enough to find a way back. I can figure the rest out later."

"Dude, I'm not sure going back is such a good idea," Hurley says with a frown as he captures the last of Daniel’s pawns. "Plus I'm not even sure how you would do it."

"That's…why I'm here, actually." Dan clears his throat. The DHARMA orientation photo from 1977 is still tucked between the pages of his journal, weighing down his pack like a chunk of radioactive metal. There will be no un-opening that can of worms, so he's saving it as a last resort; if all else fails, he can show it to Hurley as proof that the decision has already been made. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the board and picks a piece at random to move. "I think the key to getting back is you, and Jack, and Kate."

Hurley’s frown deepens. "What makes you think that?"

“It's hard to explain.” Daniel shifts awkwardly in his seat. “Uh, it’s your move.”

Hurley moves his queen. “How do you know the island will fix her in the first place?”

“Because… It’s what fixed me.” He clears his throat again in the uncomfortable silence and moves his knight another three spaces to block the queen’s path. "Before the island, I was… I– I had a condition that was…similar, to what Theresa's been living with."

“But, you weren’t in like a coma or whatever before the island, right?” Hurley guesses, to a hesitant nod from Dan. The queen takes the knight. "So, you must've gotten some better without it, right?"

"Yes, but…" He shakes his head and moves his one remaining rook. "It took years, of…specialists, and EM therapy, and–"

"Did you take her to the same specialists?"

He has to stop himself from saying that he could never have taken Theresa anywhere, not without incurring the wrath of her sister. "The process was…prohibitively expensive," he says, grimacing at how pathetic the excuse sounds.

Hurley doesn't seem to notice, or he doesn't care. "I can pay for it."

"I'm not asking you to do that,” Daniel says, shaking his head automatically.

“Why not?” Hurley leans back in his seat. “I don’t know if you keep up with the news, dude, but I’ve kinda got more money than I know what to do with. Even from in here,” he gestures to their surroundings.

Daniel shakes his head harder. “I really can’t ask you to do that. It’s not– This isn’t your responsibility, and besides, if her sister found out it was my idea, she’d never–”

“So don’t tell her,” Hurley says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Look, all I gotta do is talk to my parents, they talk to the finance guy, finance guy talks to the doctor or lawyer or whoever and then boom, everything’s covered.”

“Hurley–”

“So it’s settled!” Hurley says with a grin, like a gotcha, relief in his voice. “I'm gonna pay for it, and she's gonna get better, and then nobody has to go back to the island.” He looks down at the board, grins even wider, and sweeps his own rook across the board triumphantly. “Check and mate, dude.”

(next chapter)

#lost #fanfiction #daniel faraday #abc lost #lost show #a place to call home #the way home

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tiger-in-the-flightdeck · 2 years ago

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Okay - then how about Eddie Brock & Venom - Treat?

I hope this delights!

Read here, or on AO3

Eddie loved this time of year.

There was enough chocolate around that the cupboards were stocked until New Year at least. Valentine’s, if they cracked open a skull or two during patrol. The kids were entirely focused on their costumes and had locked themselves away in their bedroom armed with glue guns, sparkle paint, glow in the dark stickers, and a roll of kraft paper.

And Venom could take over and wander around the neighbourhood without anyone shrieking and trying to take shots at them.

They even got compliments shouted at them from passing cars.

While Venom crooned an old fifties love song, Eddie relaxed and let him take complete control. He was content to watch through their eyes as his Other puttered about running errands and radiating pure joy from the simple act of pushing a shopping cart around the supermarket to pick up a few more bags of candy and something for dinner, or posing for a photo with excited tourists.

“Lazy,” Venom observed with a deep, rumbling laugh. He was putting the groceries away while Eddie lounged within the cocoon he had made of his form around him. The boys had just left for their own adventures for the night with strict orders to check in every hour and save any chocolate covered peanut for their parents.

I’m not lazy. I carry you around night and day. Maybe I just wanna relax a bit.

“Be pampered, you mean.” Venom tore into a bag of M&Ms and tossed a few in the air to catch in his mouth. Most made it in, but he sent out darting shoots of tendril to grab the rest. The chocolate went to work fast, making him giddy and pleased.

And what’s wrong with that?

“Nothing wrong. Like pampering Eddie.” He made a questioning noise as he held up a frozen lasagna. When Eddie answered with a hum of his own, Venom put it in the oven from the other side of the kitchen to stay as far from the gas burner as he could. It needed to cook for an hour, giving them plenty of time to find something suitably gruesome on tv to watch and spend a bit of quality time together without distractions.

They stretched out on the couch with a bowl of treats and Venom stopped channel surfing when he found zombies.

Each little morsel of chocolate was doing such a good job that Eddie felt his own body start to react. He couldn’t be sure if it was the release of pleasure chemicals in himself, or if he was responding to Venom.

Or if it had just been a while since he’d last come, and the little noises of delight Venom made with each bite was just getting him horny.

Regardless, it was impossible to keep it from Venom. Not that he would have wanted to. Not when his Symbiote knew his body inside and out down to its very cells. And knew exactly how to give it what it needed.

“What is this?” Venom asked in a sing-song voice as he glanced down at the bulge in their body where Eddie was hard and erect. He liked the way it looked, like he had a penis of his own to play with. Resting his large hand on it, he cupped and caressed it lovingly until Eddie was moaning outright. “Mine,” he purred happily. Venom shifted his form slightly so he was clinging like wet silk to the cock and he was able to see it in fine detail instead of just the outline. He curled his claws around it and stroked from base to tip and back again before reaching lower to fondle their balls.

So closely tied together, Eddie’s pleasure became his own, and Venom was soon moaning as well. He caught his tongue between his teeth and pumped his hand and rolled his hips and felt Eddie start to come undone. They fed on one other, sharing the experience to multiply it repeatedly until they were hovering just on the edge of release.

Venom withdrew just the smallest amount of his form to allow the tip of Eddie’s cock free. When his Host came with a hard shudder and a loud shout, his semen splashed out over the shining span of Venom’s chest. It looked as if he had come himself, the act something he was often deeply envious of. Seeing it spill out of their body like that, Venom tightened his hold and stroked them dry.

Are you okay, baby? Eddie asked him several minutes later after he had come back to earth.

Venom rolled them both and pulled away to hold himself up above his love. They were still connected from the waist down, twined together.

“Again!”

#trick or treat #symbrock #venom #eddie brock

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kitty-kat1919 · 1 year ago

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Armin x Reader oneshot

(This is based on a dream I had, it was the best time)

It’s getting so close to Christmas time. You are so excited but you also need to start studying for your exam before school lets out. As if on cue Eren calls you to study with him and Armin tonight. Of course you agree, the chance to hang out with your favorite blonde and be productive, count you in! You tell him sure and start getting your stuff ready.

You arrive at Erens before Armin gets there. He can see that you’re excited.

“Geez, y/n are you ever gonna ask him out?”

You looked at him like he just killed a puppy.

“You know I don’t have the courage to even do that, plus I’ve never been asked out before, I don’t want to do it this time.”

Eren laughs.

“You’re so predictable.”

Eren has known your secret for a long time since you and him were friends first. He was the one who introduced the two of you.

“You know Armin hasn’t been with anyone, I’m not sure he’d ever ask you out.” Eren said poking fun at you.

“And I’m perfectly fine with that, living in my fantasy world that we’re together.”

Eren sighs,

“You’re no fun.”

You keep bantering back and forth as Armin shows up. You smile to yourself. Even if there’s no chance you get with him at least you get to spend time with him. Eren opens the door and Armin comes in.

“Hey y/n!” He beems with those pretty blue eyes of his.

“Hey!” You say extremely happy to even be near him.

We all get right into studying as this exam is one of our hardest yet. We’re going over the specifics and writing down each other’s notes. You honestly wish school didn’t exist. You start to imagine what it would be like to kiss Armin instead of thinking about school. All of a sudden Eren switches topics and starts talking about Mikasa his newest gf. You love to hear their stories. They are just the cutest, but a small pit of jealousy also forms when it gets brought up.

“Ugh. I wish I could be like you guys, Eren” Armin says.

“Haha, it seems all my fantasies start with you Armin.” You say jokingly not even fully coming to terms with the words that just left your mouth.

Armin has a shocked look, but also laughs a little with a slight blush barely noticeable to anyone on his face. You quickly realize what you just said and you have to abort this place.

“It is getting pretty late I’m gonna head back now.” You say as you quickly gather your things and hide your face of embarrassment. Nothing is said as you gather your things. In the most awkward of silences you rush out the door, but before you completely leave to start walking home through the Christmas decorated town, you look up in the window and lock eyes with Eren. He nods at you and says something to Armin. You can see Armin rushing to find his coat and you stop in the crowd intrigued by whatever is happening in there. Armin rushes out the door screaming your name hoping you haven’t got too far.

“Y/n!”

“Um yes?” You say as he finds you standing on the other side of the street now.

“I just have to tell you that you’re really pretty and I want to go out with you!” He says blushing.

“I know it’s out of the blue but I also have those fantasies about you!! So will you please go out with me?”

You’re so stunned, you sincerely didn’t think this is what he was running out of Erens for. You want to know what Eren even said to get him to do this.

“Of course! I’d be happy to!”

Just as you get that out Armin hugs you and you get to feel just how muscular he really is. You knew he had them, but damn, they didn’t really show. You can hear his heart racing in his chest.

“So you wanna come back inside?”

Eren says watching from around the corner. He must’ve known you only left cause you were embarrassed af. Eren knew you pretty damn well. Whatever he said to Armin you were grateful for.

“Yeah I’ll come back” you say laughing. You get inside and Armin lays on your lap while you read together. Playing with his hair feels like a dream. It lights a fire in you that you never want to end. Eren must’ve felt like a third wheel now cause he called Mikasa over too. You all had a great time chatting and studying for the rest of the night.

#armin arlert #armin x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #oneshot #cute #aot #attack on titan

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years ago

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This is All Yoon Jeonghan's Fault

Pairing: Jeonghan x idol! afab! reader

Content Warnings: Smut; jealous sex; hard dom Jeonghan; sadism; slight hints of masochism; fingering; cunnilingus; masturbation nipple play; bondage; use of neckties, handcuffs; whips and vibrators; edging; overstimulation; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!); use of pet names (Princess, Doll)

Word Count: 6658 words (the exact count matters, trust me)

Mellow speaks: Soooooo we're finally here and I'm screaming right now!!! This is my first ever actual collab and that too with my lovely Lemon!!! And I kid you not, this really is all Yoon Jeonghan's fault, because we're not holding back today. Also, I'm so pissed rb bc this was scheduled for 4 PM est but Dumblr ate my post up I hate it here.

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi

Oh and yeah, here's the reason why it's all Yoon Jeonghan's fault.

Go read the first half on (@shhhhhimthinking) Lemon's account first, because we wanna be menaces today *insert evil smirk*

off his pants.

“Explain yourself. Maybe if I like your excuse I’ll go easier on you.”

He trailed the cold metal of his belt buckle across your perked nipple and you shivered from the sensation.

You looked up at him with lustful eyes as you took in the man before you. You had never seen him like this before and seeing him like this now excited you to no end. Did you even want him to go easier? No. You wanted everything he could give you. Jeonghan watched the way your beautiful eyes lit up with amusement as you seemed to be choosing your words carefully. You didn’t seem in the least bit remorseful, in fact you looked proud, almost a bit too much for his taste.

“I wanted you to feel so jealous but not be able to do anything about it. I wanted you to want me so badly but not be able to do anything but sit in your chair just watching. I wanted to know that while he was dancing with me you were sitting there burning with desire. The desire to claim me back. I want you to want me.”

Jeonghan gazed at you as he took in all that you said. He leaned into you until his warm breath tickled your ear.

“Then you're not going to leave this bed until you are completely filled with me. Until I’ve made sure you know just how much I want you.”

He sat back up.

“No one can have what’s mine.” He said as he got off the bed and walked out of the room.

The cold air mixed with his worlds and danced across your skin sending shivers through your body. You wondered what he was doing but you didn’t have to guess for long as he walked back in with something red in his hand. You couldn’t get a clear view of it but as he walked closer it suddenly dawned on you.

“Where’d you get that?” You exclaimed. You wiggled in your restraints, trying to get a better view.

“When I couldn’t find you in your room I took something else instead.” He said casually as he laid it gently on the bed before taking off his vest and then his shirt. He picked up the switch and walked over to you with slow seductive steps.

He held your prop above you as he let the cold tassel trail across your skin.

“If you would’ve told me that you like things like this we could’ve gotten one sooner.” He said as he trailed the switch slowly over your clothed core that craved more attention all the way to your perked breasts.

You whimpered and squirmed as he tickled your skin with his teasing. He gave your sensitive nipple a light whip earning a breathy moan from you. But breathy wasn't the way he liked your moans, deciding to turn it into a louder whine as his lips soon got wrapped around the exact spot he had teased a moment ago, the warm feeling of his saliva on your bud making shivers run down your spine.

Sucking on your breast just a little before pulling away, Jeonghan had wasted no time in making the leather further down your body, your right thigh being met with a delicious sound as a red mark bloomed in the whip's wake. He was barely doing anything, and yet, you couldn't help but find yourself on the edge already, wanting him to take you just then.

And your desperation was not lost on your boyfriend as a lazy smirk had made his lips curl up, his fingers dancing along your bare torso while he decided to test you a little more. You deserved it after all, or so he told himself as he had said, "I hope you're enjoying the…..arrangement I've got in place for you."

The words were hard enough to comprehend in your inebriated state, drunk on lust and begging to be ruined, but any hopes of coming up with a reply were crushed the second you felt a sharp tip coming in contact with your your clothed heat, a sweet pain that almost made you release into your panties. He had you under his spell, and despite having pretended to be the one in control earlier, you found yourself thanking him for being rude.

You were writhing under your bindings, silently pleading for him to give you more already, but no matter how hard you tried, you knew it was going to be useless until he wanted to give it to you. Jeonghan was going to tease you until you were crying, and he was going to make you whimper and beg. That was the thought you had in mind when you found yourself being pulled out of it at the sudden pressure being applied to your still sensitive core, the tie around your wrists coming undone to reveal soft red marks.

"Tsk," Jeonghan had mused, making you open your eyes only to see his hand right against your crotch, the wetness coating his digits through the lace of your underwear, "Need to use something more…..resistant, don'tcha think?"

And with that, the feeling was gone, leaving you whining at the loss of contact when he pulled away from you entirely, chuckling just a little as he sauntered over to the wardrobe.

You were losing it, but it still wasn't enough to make you not frown your brows as you watched him, taking his time opening the drawers and rummaging through them. "What's he doing?" you thought to yourself, but before you could put that thought into words, he was looking back at you, his smirk even more sinister as your eyes landed on the small, shiny black object he held in one hand, and the deep red object that dangled from the fingers of the other.

The sight knocked the breath out of you, your toes curling and uncurling as he walked back over, turning the vibrator on. You wanted to ask him where he got all that stuff from, but yet again, your boyfriend beat you to it.

"Been saving them for the right occasion," was all he said, reaching over to catch your wrists in another binding, this time much harder and more steadfast than the first.

As the black cuffs made their way to the bedpost with your hands in their clasp, you couldn't help but gaze up at his form, his chest peeking out from under the top two buttons that had been opened. The tugging on your wrists felt cold and foreign, the metal cutting into your skin as you found yourself struggling against it too.

All this while the toy was lying next to your thigh, the vibrations coursing through it gave your leg a preview of what was to come. The wait, of course, wasn't too long, Jeonghan's hums dispersing the silence as he made quick work of your panties, your soaking pussy fully exposed to the cold air as you attempted to press your thighs together.

But he wasn't having it, his hand pushing them apart once more as he smacked his lips, feeling his mouth water at the mere sight. "Delicious, he whispered, smirking as he watched you drip, "You just can't get enough of me, huh?" And he knew he wasn't wrong, because no matter how bold you tried to be, you were still putty in his hands. So he was going to use it to his advantage, wasting not one moment in shoving the vibrator deep through your folds, a loud moan slipping past your lips at the impact that had you reeling.

It was all a blur of moans and whines for a few tense minutes after that, your body thrashing over the bedsheets as you called for him to let you finish already, failing to make him relent in the slightest, all while his fingers added pressure where the toy couldn't, rubbing against your clit.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?," he chuckled darkly, relishing in the way your walls clenched around the tip of the toy.

Before you knew it, you were on edge, your body convulsing under the waves of pleasure that he was making you feel. As the vibrations traveled deep into your entire being, you could feel yourself giving in to the force of your impending orgasm. You were already sensitive from the teasing and the previous orgasm that came with it’s fare share of overstimulation earlier, so it wasn't a surprise that you soon were almost near the edge, ready to fall off.

And then, the pleasure was gone for the second time, leaving you groaning in agony as you flailed your legs and struggled against your cuffs, while sinister laughter filled the room. Your climax was receding away at an alarming rate, until it wasn't, ripples of sweet pain racking through your body as the tip was inside you once more, deeper than ever.

Less than a minute was all it took for you to finally reach your high, your juices spilling out of you and almost making you lose consciousness from how amazing it felt.

Your breathing heavy and your chest heaving, you opened your eyes after what felt like centuries, only to realize that your boyfriend wasn't next to you any longer. Instead, he was standing at the foot of the bed, naked to the bone as his hand pumped his member.

"Gave me a good show," he smirked, the word "Sweetheart" rolling off his tongue in a way that made your skin crawl, but in a good way. "Guess you do deserve a prize."

He reached over and unlocked your hands from the bed.

His words and actions caused you to let out a soft sigh, your lips curling into a gentle smile as your foggy mind believed his misleading words. But as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over your form, cuffing your hands to each other, you realized that wasn't what he had in mind.

The very next moment, he confirmed your suspicions, his balls hitting you right in the pelvis as he thrust his cock hilt-deep inside you. He was relentless from the get-go, his hips rocking against your own as he made your walls clench around his girth. "Tell. Me. Who. Got. You. This. Tight. Huh?," he asked with each thrust, taunting you while grunts and groans emanated from the depths of his chest.

"You're. Fucking. Mine," he didn't stop, his moans mixing with yours as your body latched onto his for dear life. He had already driven you past the point of insanity, that had been his plan since the beginning. Before you could stop yourself, you were releasing your pent-up frustration all over his member, your constricted hands hooked around his neck and your nails dug into his back as you rode out your high.

You were spent already, but Jeonghan showed no signs of stopping or even wanting to stop, his groans only growing louder as he continued to pump in and out of you, chasing his own orgasm. He was feral in that moment, almost animalistic as he kept up the pace, never one to slow down. You were crying by now, tears streaming down your cheeks while he kept up his assault on your aching core, pinning you to the mattress.

It was only a matter of minutes before you felt a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach and another wave of pleasure washing over your being. You found your toes curling, the lustrous sensation breaking through you in ripples and pulses causing your eyes to screw shut, the bedsheets getting soaked with you yet again. This time, it was enough to make Jeonghan cum too, his seed filling you up to the brim.

It had you moaning like nothing else, the thought of him breeding, the feeling of him overflowing in your pulsing core sending you into a frenzy.

"That's right, take all of me, let me remind you who owns you," Jeonghan grunted as he continued to grind into you, meeting you halfway for the third time that night, which you were sure would also be your last. He was still going at full-speed, bent on completely obliterating your insides as he thrusted even harder, your sweet spot crying tears of joy and pain and threatening to come undone in a way it never had before, the knot in your stomach close to bursting to pieces.

"Gonna nail it into your head," he grunted against your ear, biting down on your shell as his moves never stopped, "Gonna teach you never to mess with me again." You were in bliss by now, completely ignorant to everything else except the feeling of his dick filling your insides, showing you stars. Everything was a blur, from your sense of time to the knowledge of your whereabouts. It was only him, sending your mind dancing as he continued to hit that sweet spot inside you, over and over.

It felt like an instant, and at the same time, it was an eternity, your insides twisting and churning as you found your release, this time harder than the previous three, the whole ordeal making your body shake and convulse. He wasn't done though, still keeping at ramming into your clit for heaven knows how long, till he reached his climax, his cum and yours now soiling the mattress, his seed firmly inside your hole as he collapsed on top of your chest in exhaustion.

Your chests pressed against each other as your hearts pounded to the very rhythm of your sinful night. You felt his breathing slowing against your hot skin, the feeling of sweat moistening your bodies. He propped himself up with one arm and used his other hand to caress your tired face.

“Baby?” He called for you gently, the fire in his voice now washed away with the pent up frustration he had released. He was back to being the soft Jeonghan you knew and loved, showing you that one side of him that he reserves only for you.

You were so spent, all you could do was hum a weak response. The aftershock of your orgasms sent a soft shiver through your body that drew Jeonghan's attention to your arms that were still bonded by the cuffs. When he slowly lifted himself and pulled out, you found yourself groaning not only at the sensation in your swollen pussy but also at the feeling of his precious cum seeping out of your body.

He tenderly undid you cuffs from around your wrist, softly rubbing the red marks that were left.

“Does it hurt baby?” He cooed at you as he slowly helped you sit up and put your back against the headboard, mindful of your pained expressions and your soft hisses.

As he did, he watched with concern as your face scrunched at the feeling of your sore body moving.

“Was I too rough?” He asked, his voice now coated in panic as he held your hand and softly stroked the mark on your wrist.

You shook your head no, a smile blooming on your exhausted face.

“You were everything I wanted and everything I didn’t know I needed.”

His face also relaxed as he saw your expression.

“Do you want to take a bath?” Jeonghan softly whispered to you as if he was afraid to startle you out of your calm.

“Yes please.” You said as excitedly as you could manage with your depleted energy.

He quickly hopped up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. You felt yourself drifting in and out of sleep for a few minutes while he got everything ready. Then you felt Jeonghan gently slide his arm under yours and you opened your eyes to see him smiling at you warmly.

“Let’s get you in the bath.” He said affectionately as he helped you towards the bathroom.

You gingerly slid into the water that was the perfect temperature and smelled of your favorite soothing bath salts.

He got up to leave and your face did its signature pout. "Won't you join me?," you asked, your voice hopeful as you thought about cuddling him in the bath.

“I’m just going to go change the sheets.” He chuckled, giving a loving boop of your nose. “After all, we made quite the mess.”

His last comment left you blushing as you had no choice but to recount the night. He gave another chuckle at your cuteness before hurrying off to finish his task. You found yourself drifting off again, only barely registering his body when it slid into the water behind you. You instinctively leaned back into him and he took a washcloth to help you wash up. You felt him tenderly dabbing the marks that were left on your skin as he softly asked you once again if they hurt but all you could say was no. They didn’t hurt, not like that, they were simply temporary memories of a very eventful night.

You took the moment to take a few healing breaths. You were too tired to speak anymore and he understood completely. You continued to relax as the sound of him softly humming set the mood for the rest of the night into a peaceful one.

After you were all soaked out, he helped you stand up before letting the water out and holding you against him while you both quickly rinsed off in the shower. Jeonghan wrapped a towel around you and led you back to your bed that now had fresh crisp sheets on them and your favorite bottle of lightly scented moisturizer that always helped you relax.

He took the towel from around you softly laughing at the way you instantly began to shiver before helping you lotion your sore body. You could never be too sure he didn’t have ulterior motives but the way his hands caressed and massaged your tired skin was therapeutic and calming so you didn’t care to ask, instead you lost yourself in his gentle touch. When you couldn’t bear to stand anymore, you leaned against his chest and whimpered to let him know just how exhausted you were.

“Alright alright.” He said with a chuckle. “I’m almost done love.”

Jeonghan quickly finished, made sure you were both moisturized and then held up the covers for you as he guided you into bed. You let out a slightly dramatic sigh of relief at being able to finally rest your aching body and Jeonghan smiled at you fondly. He put the lotion back in the bathroom and turned off all the lights. When he came back you had the covers lifted and ready for him as your warm body and sugary smile welcomed him. He climbed in and snuggled into you, wrapping his arms around you and laying on your breast which he saw as his own personal pillow. You used delicate fingers to rub his back, wanting to give him back some love as you attempted to sooth the scratches that you left.

“Does it hurt?,” You softly asked him.

“No, not at all," came his reply, nonchalant as ever. “Anyway you know what they say… all is fun in sex and foreplay.”

His ridiculous comment pulled a full laugh from your lethargic body and he proudly laughed along with you.

“You’re such a doofus.” You said still laughing as you playfully slapped his arm.

“I love you.”

With your last sentence you felt yourself swiftly drifting away into dreamland.

“I love you more.” Jeonghan said, pulling you closer to him.

The distant hum of the washing machine and the whisper-like sounds of your and Jeonghan's gentle breaths were the ending melodies of your ever eventful night. Just like that, the two of you were lulled into your most rewarding slumber, peaceful dreams begetting content smiles as you two lovebirds snuggled even closer.

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The Shield

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 5595

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, John Walker, Emotions, Character Death, Mentions of Blood, I know people had a hard time with that last scene so please take caution because it is in this part! GIF at end is the ending scene, so be careful when you get towards the bottom! I feel like I’m forgetting some, so just know this one’s a bit more than the others.

A/N: Here it is, folks! The Part we’ve all been waiting for! It’s the longest one I’ve written so far but so much happened and I couldn’t find a better spot to end it than where the episode ended. Thank you all for being patient with me today. I know I didn’t get this out as quickly as I would’ve the past few weeks, but you guys are so awesome! Seriously! I love that you understand I do have a life and work comes first! Thank you, thank you!

This Part is a doozy, guys, and…I’m sorry? But not really. I’m SUPER excited to see where this is gonna go, especially considering Episode 5 is supposed to be the real tear jerker. I can’t believe there’s only two more episodes! I’ve grown so attached to these characters just in the past month! I’m so glad I’m able to share some of my thoughts and feelings with you guys, too! You’re honestly the best!

I’ll be doing more One Shots this week, so look for those on the Masterlist. I’m still taking requests for them, so if there’s anything you want explored about the reader and her relationships that you don’t think will be explored in this Series, just ask and I’ll try to add it to the One Shot list.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

“Doll…hey. Doll. C’mon, sweetheart. We gotta get moving.”

You cracked your eyes open begrudgingly, squinting up to see Bucky’s amused grin, head tilted and eyes soft. “Huh?”

He chuckled as you rubbed your eyes, confusion lifting an eyebrow. “The funeral. Zemo said we’ve gotta go if we’re gonna make it in time.”

“Wait, but…huh?”

Sniggering again at your reaction, he held up your phone. “You passed out in the middle of a chapter, sleepyhead.” He teased lightly, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you to sit upright. “It’s almost been an hour.”

You huffed tiredly, stretching and placing your feet on the floor, taking back the phone he held out to you. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You haven’t been sleeping well.” He stated, like it should’ve been obvious. “How’s your arm feeling?”

“Better than earlier. It’s just sore. That’s all.”

He studied your features for any hint of a lie. Not finding one, he nodded, holding out his hand. “Okay. But tell me if it starts bothering you.”

You placed your hand in his, marveling for a split second at how big his hands were compared to yours - something you noticed every time but still it never ceased to astound you. He tugged you up, and you looked up to meet his worried eyes, remembering his question.

“I will, Buck. Promise.”

He nodded, tilting his head towards the door. “C’mon, cuddle bug. We don’t wanna miss this.”

A groan passed your lips, but you nodded and followed Bucky out into the main room, where Sam chuckled at you from his spot at the table. “Sleeping beauty has finally awoken.”

You flipped Sam off groggily. “Are we going or not?”

“Do you wanna wake up s’more first?”

“No.” You answered the one armed brunette. “I’ll just splash some water on my face or something. I’ll be fine by the time we get there. Where’s-”

“Looking for me?”

Zemo strolled out, now dressed in that coat of his, that smug smirk on his lips. You scowled. “I wish I wasn’t.”

Sam stood up, standing subconsciously between you and Zemo. “Let’s head out.”

You nodded in agreement, shooting the Baron one more glare, before following him out the door and into the city, Bucky right besides you, shoulders brushing as if you weren’t ignoring him just hours prior.

The walk was mostly silent, a few jests between Bucky and Sam plus a couple comments from Zemo here and there. You talked about strategy, with Sam bringing up the fact that he wanted to try convincing Karli to step down. Zemo didn’t look pleased with the arrangement, but both you and Bucky relented, agreeing to let Sam at least try.

It wasn’t until you were close to your destination according to Zemo that anything exciting happened.

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit!”

Hell. No.

The moment the voice registered in your brain, your jaw tightened, your teeth starting to grind together as you held back the very not nice things you wanted to say.

“Ah! How’d you find us now?” Bucky called out, tucking you into his side protectively, and a little possessively you noted, as Walker and Hoskins came down the steps, the two groups nearing each other.

You were relieved when the subject of Zemo escaping jail went by relatively quickly, Walker latching onto the fact that you were going to talk to Karli instead of focusing on the escaped fugitive in front of him.

You very nearly punched him when he ran in front of you after Sam told him the plan, making the four of you stop in your tracks, but Bucky’s arm tightened around your shoulders, holding you in place next to him.

“You’re gonna let him do this?” Walker questioned Bucky in disbelief, self righteous judgement practically dripping from your tone. “You’re gonna let your partner walk into a room with a super soldier alone?”

Bucky’s jaw ticked. “He’s dealt with worse. And he’s not my partner.”

“And you?” Walker narrowed his eyes towards you. “I expected more from you; the last original Avenger.”

You snorted, shaking your head. He obviously didn’t know how chaotic the Avengers were. What Sam was proposing? You’d seen it a million times with Steve alone. Not considering Nat, Clint, Thor, even Bruce and Tony. All of them willing to try to negotiate before running in, bullets raining and hell rising. “First, I’m not the last original. I’m technically not even an original. Second, I trust Sam with my life and I’m standing by his decision. He’s my brother. As a soldier, I would’ve thought you understood that.”

Before he could respond, Sam stepped around Bucky. You saw the reluctance in Walker’s eyes as he admitted a temporary defeat once Hoskins agreed with Sam. The fact that he was so unwilling to try to save more lives - including Karli’s - made the truth that he wasn’t, and would never, be your Captain harden deeper into your heart.

Ignoring Walker’s confusion as you followed the little girl Zemo befriended - which was weird, you’d admit, but it was getting you closer to Karli - Bucky’s arm slipped from your shoulders, hand sliding across your back and skimming down your arm to grip your hand. Even through your jacket, you felt goosebumps erupt along his fingers’ trail.

You finally came to your destination and you let out a small breath. If everything went smoothly, this mission could finally be over and you could go home and take a bath, get take out, get out a bottle of wine, watch TV, and just relax.

What a dream.

“Hey.” You stopped Sam before he could go through the entrance of where the girl said Karli was, holding his forearm. “You want me to come with you?”

He shook his head. “I think it’ll be better if I go alone.”

You nodded, letting go without any hesitance. “Okay. Be careful.”

“Always.” And despite all you’ve been through, no matter how many times he’s followed Steve’s lead in doing something stupid, you knew he meant it. You nodded again, before he disappeared around the corner.

You leaned back against the wall, Bucky once again wrapping an arm around your shoulder now that you weren’t walking - he liked having mobility on the move, hence the reason he held your hand instead - leaning besides you and pulling you against his chest.

Ten minutes. You tried looking at Bucky’s watch, which was on the wrist of the arm around you. He noticed and turned his wrist slightly, bending his elbow more, which brought you even closer to him, showing you the time.

Giving a small sigh, you nodded slightly and dropped your head back against his bicep, your hands shoving in your pockets, one of your feet coming up to rest against the wall. Bucky shifted to your other side so he could stand in front of the doors to where Karli and Sam were, pulling you against his back, arms wrapping around your shoulders tightly.

It was a long ten minutes. You kept eyeing Walker, and you couldn’t help the anger burning through you as he held the shield in his hands. That damn shield. It wasn’t his. It would never be his. And he would never understand it. The fact that the shield didn’t make Captain America. The shield isn’t what made Steve a good man. Not even the Serum did. He already was one. Steve made the shield what it was, not the other way around.

But then you remembered a conversation you had, years ago, and your eyes flitted up to Bucky’s hardened face, the brunette staring intensely at the ground.

You didn’t get it. You were confused. You knew how important Barnes - Bucky - was to Steve. But apparently you didn’t understand it quite yet.

You watched from the entrance of the hallway, leaning against the wall, as Bucky went under once more.

Steve stood there for a moment longer, before turning and walking towards you. “Why’d you do it?”

He raised an eyebrow at you while you turned to walk with him down the hall. “Do what?”

“Give up the shield. And don’t say it doesn’t belong to you. It does. Howard gave it to you. You’re the reason it’s…a symbol.”

He hummed. “And what exactly is it a symbol for, honey?”

You scoffed. “Uh, freedom? Justice? Resilience? The defense of the whole life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness thing?”

He stopped, facing you with a strange expression on his face, thoughtful. “I dropped it because I can’t be that anymore. Not right now. People don’t have the same beliefs they used to have. How can I stand up for freedom and let the Sokovia Accords track every person they deem a threat, just like HYDRA tried doing? How can I be a symbol for justice and let Bucky take the fall for something that he wasn’t in control of? I can’t. And until the world is ready to change…I can’t be Captain America.”

And suddenly, it seemed to click. Steve gave up the shield for Bucky because the world wasn’t ready to admit it was wrong. Just like Sam gave up the shield for himself and his family because the world wasn’t ready for the truth that would come with him becoming Captain America.

God…when did a metal circle become so complicated?

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty lil’ head’a yours?” His whisper in your ear startled you out of your thoughts, his nose brushing against your temple tenderly as he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You looked up at him and shook your head. Of all the things Steve gave up, he never gave up Bucky. And it used to confuse you, but you understood then. His blue eyes sparkling with curiosity and slight concern, his fingers tracing patterns along your collarbone with a barely-there touch that was so light it didn’t seem to exist. You finally understood. Not just Steve’s decision, but Sam’s too. And maybe you didn’t understand it fully, and that was okay, because you weren’t them, so you never would, but you understood a little bit.

“Nothing.” You shook your head, keeping your voice down so the others couldn’t hear, the conversation being a private one, “I’m just waiting for this to be over.”

He hummed, nodding in agreement, setting his chin on your head. “Me too.”

Walker started pacing the room about half way through, getting too antsy for your liking. “Shhh.” Bucky mumbled under his breath, feeling you tense as Walker started talking. “It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me.”

“He knows what he’s doing.” Bucky stated confidently, straightening slightly from his leaning position, arms falling from your form. The two of you exchanged glances as Walker checked the clock over on the far wall, blocked from your view.

“I’m going in.” Walker strode across the room, heading for the entrance, no doubt willing to steam roll anything - anyone - in his way.

Bucky stopped him with a hand on his chest. You glanced back and forth between the two as Walker spoke, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Buck…we promised him ten minutes.” You reminded him, seeing his resolve crumble a bit. You could guess he was thinking of the nightmares. The people he couldn’t save. The blood he already considered on his hands.

Walker used his moment of hesitation, shoving past him roughly. “I’m not waiting.”

“John!”

“Walker!”

You followed after him, you and Bucky arguing with him and Hoskins about giving Sam more time, but it was too late.

“Karli Morgenthau! You’re under arrest!”

“Fuck.” You hissed out when you saw Sam’s panicked expression, looking at you confused. Walker was flown across the room when Karli punched him, Bucky shoving Hoskins out of the way to run after her.

“Y/N-”

You threw your hands up. “I tried, Sam! C’mon!”

You and Sam ran over to some stairs, turning corners and trying to remember what the building looked like from outside to cut her off, but you only ran into Bucky again.

“I wish we had the layout or something.” You grumbled. “We were that close-”

“We’re not done yet, doll.” Nodding, you followed the boys out, Bucky pausing every so often to try to hear anything. “I’ve got gunshots.” At that, the three of you took off towards the sound, Bucky leading the way.

Just around the corner from where Bucky heard the gunshots, you thought you saw a couple people slip around another bend. Noticing you had stopped, Bucky backtracked. “You okay?’

“Yeah.” Deciding it wasn’t worth the pursuit, you turned to him and nodded towards the doorway Sam already went through. He gave you a look, but nodded and the two of you jogged into the room.

You sighed heavily, seeing Zemo knocked out on the floor, Walker standing over him and broken vials that were previously full of, what you assumed was, the Serum. Hoskins ran in right after you, meaning no one but Walker and Zemo knew what happened. Meaning you would probably never get the full, true story.

What fun it is to work with manipulators and liars.

********************

“I don’t like him.” Bucky grumbled, the two of you walking up to the place you were staying in, Bucky holding the door open for you.

“I know you don’t, Buck. I don’t either.” You had asked Bucky to go with you to get some fresh air once you got back, Zemo having woken up a few minutes after and Walker and Hoskins had to make a call or something official like the good soldiers they were. “He’s hiding something.”

“You think?” Bucky scoffed, giving you a look.

You rolled your eyes. “I mean…I don’t know. When we found him and Zemo…my gut twisted.”

He nodded in understanding, his face twisting into a scowl. “Yeah. Mine did too.”

You stopped him before you could walk through the door to the main room. “Do me a favor?” He nodded again with a little hum. Catching his chin between your fingers, your free hand moved to smooth out the creases between his brow. “Stop brooding so much. It makes me worried.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, features softening slightly. “Are you really gonna leave in the morning? I know you’ve had a lot of people telling you to take a break, and it’s selfish for me to ask you to stay, but…I dunno if I can finish this without you.”

“I-” You sighed, ducking your head as you thought of a response, before looking up in his wide eyes, begging for you to stick around longer. “Let’s just finish the day and see what happens next. Okay?”

He bit his lip, nodding slightly. You gave him a smile, before tugging on his hand. “I need a drink.”

He chuckled at that. “That I can fix, doll.” He, again, opened the door for you, and the two of you walked in.

“What a gentleman. Straight outta the 40’s.” You joked, making him roll his eyes.

He took off his jacket, heading to the kitchen, while you sat on the opposite side of the island. “Somethin’s not right about Walker.”

Sam gave you two an amused look. “You don’t say.”

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one.” He opened the lid of the bottle he grabbed, starting to pour two glasses of whiskey for the both of you. “Because I am crazy.”

You rolled your eyes as Sam responded, “can’t argue with that.”

“You shouldn’t have given him the shield.”

Giving Bucky a disapproving look over the rim of your glass, you sipped your drink, narrowing your eyes when he ignored you. “I didn’t give him the shield.”

“Well Steve definitely didn’t.”

Your glass slammed down on the counter. Why did he have to bring this up right now? Seriously? You were just having a nice conversation about places you wanted to visit while taking a walk outside. Why was he suddenly snapping?

Before you could scold him, the doors burst open, making your head whip over as Walker stormed in, “ordering” you to hand over Zemo.

You stayed sitting, leaning on the counter and facing the opposite wall as Sam told him off, giving an amused snicker as you sipped your drink. Bucky sat besides you, facing Walker, and you recognized from the angle he was positioning himself that he was blocking you from Walker’s view, whether intentional or not.

You raised an eyebrow, turning in interest when Walker put down the shield, knowing Sam wasn’t about to fight the man. What an ego the blonde had.

Before anything could happen, however, a spear pierced through the air, lodging in the pillar next to Walker’s head.

Your frustration with Bucky’s comment flew out of your head as Ayo and a few other Dora Milaje walked in. Bucky sat up straighter and you stood up, leaning ever so slightly against his arm.

You nearly facepalmed, a sound of complete disbelief leaving you as Walker introduced himself. Sam looked over at you two, an entertained, slightly incredulous smile on his face.

Sam tried warning him. He really did. But Walker, you’ve come to find, was an arrogant, egotistical narcissist who only wanted to win and would do whatever it takes to do so. Even when there wasn’t really a winner. At least, not in that situation. It seemed that Walker liked ignoring the gray area in the world, which wasn’t good. Not in the least.

Which is why you couldn’t really feel sorry for the man. You saw it coming as soon as he told them they didn’t have jurisdiction. And the moment he touched Ayo?

You put your chin on Bucky’s shoulder - who had stood up from his spot - watching the Dora Milaje kick Walker’s ass, wincing and cringing mockingly at the right moments, making Bucky smirk at you.

“We should do something.” Sam said, although he didn’t look thrilled about the prospect.

Bucky crossed his arms. “Looking strong, John!”

You gave a slight snort, not wanting to encourage anything, but unable to hold in your amusement. Bucky winked at you, clinking his cup of whiskey with your own, before taking a gulp.

“Bucky.”

You huffed and stepped back at Sam’s tone. “C’mon, Buck.”

“Fine.” Bucky grunted. “But ‘M not happy about it.”

Soon, the three of you, plus Walker and Hoskins, were all occupied with a member of the Dora Milaje. You knew you couldn’t take them; they were on a higher level that Natasha, and you could barely beat her. But you weren’t necessarily trying to win.

It was a strange fight, knowing that no one - except Walker, probably - actually wanted to hurt anyone. Of course, that didn’t stop one of them from exploiting your injured shoulder that she spotted rather quickly. The hits were quick and precise, the tip of her spear cutting along the graze, hitting the spot just perfect enough to reopen it. The stitches that had been placed only a couple days ago ripped, making you wince and clutch your now bleeding shoulder.

“Oh fuck.” You groaned. “You were always good with those things.”

She gave you an almost apologetic look, before she looked over to Ayo, who stepped through the room towards the bathroom where Zemo had locked himself in during the chaos.

When you caught sight of the shoulder thing she did to Bucky, his metallic arm now laying on the floor, his eyes wide and his stance stunned, your jaw nearly dropped. You guessed it made sense that they had a way to do that, but, still. None of you were expecting it.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked once they started leaving, Bucky picking up his arm and connecting it to his shoulder.

“No.” The arm whirred as he swung it, getting it back to normal.

You couldn’t help the little giggle that left you, making Bucky raise an eyebrow at you. You tried holding in more laughs, but they just kept coming. “She-she...she disarmed you!”

Bucky rolled his eyes as you chortled, holding your stomach and bending over. “Ha ha. Very funny.”

“Oh come on!” You straightened and wiped your eyes. “That was good! Wasn’t it, Sammy?”

Sammy chuckled and nodded. “I’ll admit, it was pretty good. This, however, is not.”

Your laughter died as Sam made his way over to the bathroom, the light air that came with your cackles dissipating as quickly as it came.

“I can’t believe he pulled an El Chapo.”

You stared at the drain that was uncovered - large enough for Zemo to slip inside and escape. He did it. The son of a bitch finally did it. It took him long enough. You would’ve betted against him days ago.

“I can.” Bucky turned and grabbed your hand. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

*********************

“I thought you told them.”

Bucky looked up from wrapping your shoulder, an eyebrow raised. “What?”

“I thought you told them. The Dora Milaje. Wakanda. T’Challa. I thought you told them about Zemo.”

He leaned back with a sigh. “It was kinda a last minute decision. You know that. You were there.”

You nodded. “I do. But I also know what they’ve done for you. Shuri and Ayo. I was there for that, too. And you know what he did to them. To their country. Their king.”

“I know, I know. I almost died several times because of it.”

Your eyebrows pinched in confusion. “So why-”

“I thought it’d be quick. I thought, maybe, I could do it without them finding out and then we could get to Karli and they wouldn’t be disappointed. Win win.”

Your cheek caught between your teeth as you thought. “You could’ve just asked-”

He shook his head. “They would’ve said no. You know that.”

“Okay. Fine. Yes. I know that. But…but giving them a warning would’ve been better than this.” He hung his head, closing his eyes. “Bucky. Hey,” hooking a finger under his chin, you tilted his head back up to look at you. “I know it’s been hard for you. Everything has. And I’m sorry I dragged you into this. I shouldn’t have let you come along. You should be healing, and it’s my fault you’re not.” He opened his mouth, face scrunching up in disagreement, but you shook your head. “It’s true. I just…I didn’t know it would come this far.” You gnawed on your bottom lip studying those captivating eyes, before sighing. “Which is why I’m not leaving.”

He perked up, those pretty eyes going wide, jaw slackening. “You-you’re not?!”

You shook your head. As much as you wanted to run away, you couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. “It wouldn’t be fair to you or Sam. I promised to help, and I brought you into it. So I’m gonna stay.

“Are you, uh…are you sure? You don’t hafta if you don’t wanna, doll. I know I kinda pushed you earlier, but-”

“I’m sure Buck.” You nodded firmly. “Just…do something for me?”

“I dunno if I can promise not brooding, sweetheart.”

You giggled at his words. “Not that. Just…stop giving Sam a hard time. About the shield. Please.”

His soft features hardened and he scowled. “If he didn’t give it up-”

“He thought it was going to the museum. I told you about that, remember? I told you we’d go when I got back.”

Giving a slight nod, he sighed. “We never did.”

“We will. But, I’m serious, Buck. Please. It’s not his fault. He did exactly what Steve did.” At Bucky’s confused look, you pursed your lips, looking down at his hands, starting to play with his fingers. “Remember how I was thinking during those ten minutes we had?” He nodded. “I was thinking about how Steve gave the shield back to Tony. After saving you. In Siberia. You remember that?” Another nod was given, so you continued. “It was for you, James. Because you made him realize that he didn’t want to be the face of a country that preached one thing, but did another. And that’s what Sam did. He did it for his family. For himself. Because no one wants to fight for a country that goes against your personal beliefs, no matter what they say.”

“I-I don’t understand.” Bucky’s eyes squinted, his brow creasing as he tried processing what you were telling him.

“That’s okay. Not everyone will. Really only they can understand their own reasoning. But you have to try to understand that he did what he thought was best for himself. For Steve. For the shield. And I know - dammit do I know - that it’s the last thing left of him. But it is just metal. Isn’t it? Steve’s the reason it is what it is. No one else. And no one is going to change that.”

Bucky took a breath, glossy, worried eyes meeting yours. “Walker’s going to ruin it. I know he is. I can feel it. Everything Steve worked for. I don’t care about Captain America. I care about the kid from Brooklyn who wanted to make a difference, no matter how little he was. I trusted him. I followed him through bullets and blood, with only that shield between us and them. He was home on a battlefield in Italy across the ocean from New York. And that shield was the welcome mat. It doesn’t matter what it says, what it looks like…but it protected my home when I couldn’t. But now? I feel like it’s tearing my home down. Pulling out the bricks. And it hurts. It was never about the shield, Y/N. It was always about the man it protected when I couldn’t be there for him. And now?”

Gathering him in your arms as he trailed off, you gave a couple little sniffles, pressing your face in his hair, nails scratching the nape of his neck lightly. “I’ll be your welcome mat, Buckaroo.” You offered.

He shook his head, pulling away to hold your face between his hands. “No, sweetheart. You’re not the welcome mat. You’re the new bricks replacing the old. You’re…you’re my home, now, doll.”

You swallowed thickly, unable to handle the rush of emotions that just poured through you, the sudden change in topic making you feel more vulnerable than you’d like. You leaned forwards, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling him go lax in your arms. “And you’re mine.” You murmured softly, before getting up and heading out for the room, unable to stay any longer. You still had a mission to do. One that became even more desperate with Zemo loose, Walker unhinged, and Karli being so close.

******************

There was a silent agreement to not bring up your conversation. Not yet, at least. Sam had eyed you both when you came out of the room, saying you were ready to get moving, but he didn’t say anything either.

None of you really knew where you were going, only what you had to do. Find Zemo and get to Karli before Walker could. Both of which were a lot easier said than done.

Until Sam got a call from Sarah, who told him Karli contacted her personally and threatened her and her sons. She left a contact number for Sam, evidently wanting to meet. His phone dinged not a minute after he texted the number.

“She said come alone.”

“Well that’s not happening.” You opposed, crossing your arms.

Bucky nodded with your sentence. “We’re coming with you.”

Sam didn’t say anything against it, the three of you exchanging glances, before heading out to the location, changing into your tactical suits along the way.

Karli didn’t seem to mind you and Bucky tagging along, and you understood why the moment she mentioned not killing Sam because he wasn’t hiding behind a shield. It was a distraction. They were going after Walker.

It was confirmed only moments later when Sharon contacted Sam. “Looks like he found them, or maybe they found him.”

As soon as Sam announced that it was Walker, you jumped into action, Sam disabling Karli for just the right amount of time for you to get a head start. “I’ll send you the location. Go.” He told Bucky, who nodded and took off in his super soldier sprint. “You hitching a ride?”

You rolled your eyes at his slight tease. “I hate this so much.” You grumbled, catching his hand as he took off in the air with his bird costume. He held onto you tightly, like the millions of times you’d done this before, although it didn’t make you any less dizzy, traveling that fast, that high, with only his hold keeping you from dropping. “You’re lucky I trust you so much!”

He gave a small chuckle at your shout over the wind. “We’re landing! Brace yourself!” You followed his order, just in time for him to break through the glass ceiling of the building Walker was in. The both of you landed on a platform on the staircase just as a Flag Smasher was thrown through double glass doors, down the stairs, and into a power box. Your eyes went wide as Walker strolled down the steps, oozing a confidence that made you nervous. The moment Walker stopped the Flag Smasher - the Super Soldier - from hitting him with the pipe, you knew even before he twisted it like a pretzel.

“Sam.” You breathed out. You couldn’t even do anything, only watching as the Flag Smasher got up from being thrown again, and running down a hall.

“What’d you do?”

“They got Lemar.” Was the only reply he gave, brushing past you and Sam. You gave Sam a look, but he just jerked his head down the hall, in the direction the Flag Smasher went and the way Walker started heading. You nodded, willing to drop it for now to save someone’s life, but you were so bringing it up once this was done.

Jogging into the room, you should’ve expected the ambush in the room, but, to be honest, they didn’t take as much advantage as they could’ve, so it wasn’t too difficult of a fight. You had trained with Steve millions of times before, so you knew how to go against a Super Soldier. Granted, your Cap wasn’t trying to kill you while training, but it was better than nothing.

You protected your shoulder, knowing that was your weak point, while trying to disguise it so whoever you were fighting wouldn’t realize your Achilles’ Heel. Something you often found while dealing with Steve, and even Bucky, was that Super Soldiers, as quick as they were, tended to favor the super strength side of their enhancements. This made it easier for you to dodge the attacks, knowing most of your blows wouldn’t do much.

Knowing you wouldn’t be able to stay on the defensive for long, you decided to try to get an advantage over them. Disarming them and taking their knife was easy enough. A small advantage, yeah, but now you had a weapon, and you could work with that.

You weren’t exactly sure when Bucky joined the fight, but he did, immediately coming over to you when you body kicked your opponent, helping you up. “That was a Steve move.” Your eyes caught sight of the Flag Smasher behind him and you shoved his shoulder down, throwing your knife, making it land solidly in the man’s shoulder. Bucky looked up at you from his crouch, impressed. “And that was a me move.”

You shrugged. “I’m a visual learner.”

You, Sam, and Bucky were about to go for another round with the guys when a sickening crack sounded behind you, and you whipped around.

Hoskins was against a split pillar, a crimson streak running down his forehead, head lolling to the side, lips red and cracked. The fight stopped as Walker rushed over to his friend, but you knew there was no way he survived. A punch from a Super Soldier? That hard?

Eyeing the Flag Smashers, you turned to Sam and Bucky when they started dispersing, Karli running out as well. They nodded towards you and the three of you took off after her, not wanting to let her get away again and, for you, at least, wanting to give Walker some time.

You weren’t expecting his grief to turn into such raw hatred.

Running up to the city square, you didn’t actually see it happen. Just the aftermath. Which was good, considering you nearly threw up just seeing that.

You heard the change in Bucky’s breathing, barely recognizing the way he stepped in front of you, only realizing you stepped closer when you felt his sleeve against your palms, fingers tightly wrapped around his forearm. A choked sound came from somewhere, but you didn’t know it was you, even as Bucky reached his arm around to hold your waist, keeping you behind his shoulder.

Tears leaked down your face silently, eyes unable to look away as Walker straightened, sliding the shield on his arm, too nonchalantly for someone who just murdered another in front of a crowd full of people, cameras pointed towards him.

The shield. That piece of metal you had been wondering so deeply about the past couple of weeks. The link to the first person you’d ever loved. Ruined. Tarnished. Stained.

You could barely breathe, your throat clenching so tightly it was a wonder you were able to get anything out at all.

“James…”

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brick-a-doodle-do · 3 years ago

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So I did a spin the wheel and your name got picked first, and I have a prompt.

Also, TW: Mentions of being held at gunpoint.

It be a RaccoonInnit and Size Shifter Dadza prompt. Thing is, is that Tommy doesn't know that Phil is a size shifter who wants to adopt him.

Storyline starts with Tommy being held gunpoint with Phil trying to get the person to let go of Tommy.

Things really ain't going well since the person takes off the safe lock from the gun.

Phil's instincts start acting up, really ain't having a fun night and seeing Tommy being held at gunpoint is just really pushing it.

Tommy is panicking cause, who wouldn't?

Imagining being in Tommy's position, being held by gunpoint while your father figure is trying to get the person to let you go.

Phil is trying his hardest to get his instinct under control until he finally loses control.

He falls to the ground, wrapping his arms around himself.

He tries to stop the changing but can't, once he shifts sizes, he growls at the person to let Tommy go.

The person does that and runs away.

Phil, running on instincts, scoops Tommy up and walks away with Tommy safely.

If you wanna do this then go ahead.

Makes this as angsty as you want, but also have fluff at the side. If you want it to have noms, go ahead.

You can pick the person who held Tommy at gunpoint.

You can also have a backstory on how Tommy and Phil met.

Also, if you wanna send me a prompt, go ahead.

Quack

AAA I feel so special :0 (AND I'M HONORED I WAS ON THERE?? Helloo?? Fuckin awesome!! :DD)

Yoo holy shit, Orchid thank you a ton for the prompt!! I feel fufilled as a G/T Tumblr user now,, I’ve got a real prompt in my ask box!!!!! *vibrates intensely* I obviously had to write something for this, it was too good to pass up!! This is just so efregewydfhverd /pos,,,,,, sizeshifters and hybrids, it's perfect >:DD

I'll Run Away and Hide with You

(chapter #1)

(not read over...)

⚠️ : Being held at gunpoint, mention of death, panic, swearing, mention of dehumanization, implied dehumanization !!

2024 words ‼️

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There were one too many things that could occur when taking a hybrid outside, into a human-heavy, busy city. Too many that Phil didn’t take into consideration. When he had asked Tommy if he wanted fresh air and a chance to stretch his legs properly for the first time in weeks, he had only thought there would be the occasional dirty look with the additional rude remark. But, he had underestimated just how far people will go to get the point across that if someone isn’t fully human, they’re as good as dead to the rest of society. He’s putting both of them in danger just stepping outside of their homes, but he couldn’t bear to see the kid that he’s now responsible for sit on the couch for hours on end, finding the most addictive shit to watch and never getting up until he turns in for the night. Phil wanted, and probably needed to add excitement to his day. And, he will admit, there are a lot of different ways they could’ve spiced the day up, but they ended up choosing to go on a walk.

Phil doesn't think either of them could've guessed how it would end. He had been too caught up in his thoughts of someone looking at Tommy and saying congratulations. It was the worst he’d heard that evening, and it just twisted his mind too tight for him to even process what the hell was going on inside that man’s mind when he said that. While he knew there were plenty of people who treated shifters like him and hybrids like Tommy as if they were a disgrace for something out of their control, he never really understood why.

But, as Tommy stood at gunpoint, his tail swaying quickly to show his anxious self, he didn't have time to ponder on the mysteries of humans and instead focused on trying to slowly, gently talk the gunman out of the act that would end in Tommy’s death or his imprisonment. “Listen, mate, he’s a child.” He said, careful to keep his words firm, while still holding a respectful and soft voice — one wrong move and Tommy is as good as gone; he must be careful.

He could see the gunman tense, as if he was growing more agitated with every syllable that left his lips. “We can talk about this,”

A sharp sigh echoed through the alleyway. Phil, for a moment, thought he had done something. It turns out he had, but the outcome was the opposite of what he wanted. “Shut up.” The man said sharply, pushing the gun against Tommy’s head, causing a cry of pain from Tommy when the sudden pressure was enough to shove his head against the brick wall behind him. Panic grew in Phil’s heart, instincts going haywire, spilling out of the container he’d spent so long getting them into. “Please, put the gun down.”

“I would, but, it’s not your decision to make,” There was a short pause, where tension grew even thicker. Phil could feel himself slipping. There was a sudden click, and Phil’s emotions ran cold when it registered in his mind that the gunman had cocked the weapon and pressed it further into Tommy’s skin. The teenage victim’s eyes widened as he presumably caught onto what had happened, and Phil could see how he desperately wanted to find a plan that wouldn’t end in his death. “What do you say?” The man asked, an uncomfortable amount of amusement behind his words. They replayed in his mind as he lost control, the contained completely collapsing in on itself, allowing all of his instincts to take over his mind. Inch by inch he could feel himself grow out of his body and into a new one, one where he could keep Tommy safe. Safe, safe, safe, safe, safe- words that he had outgrown when as he grew up returned, a weird feeling of familiarity returning to him. He eventually got himself under control. Opening his tightly shut eyes, he recognized himself as a size he’d been itching to grow into. He easily towered above the gunman and Tommy, narrowed eyes nearly flaming with anger boring down not at Tommy but at the man holding the innocent child at gunpoint, simply because he had features unhuman-like. It did not make him any less of a living, breathing person.

“Put the gun down,” He repeated his words, venom lacing it, much more so than it had been when he stood a few inches shorter than the duo ahead of him. Now crouched behind the two, his voice echoed around the alleyway that he barely fit into. The gunman tensed at the words, and down the gun went. It collided with the gray pavement darkened by his shadow with a loud thud, and the man spent no time running out of the place, leaving Tommy staring up, startled and possibly even more scared than he had been with the gun against his skin. “Wha-” his friend choked on his words, and Phil could see the tears forming. As much as he wanted to go back to a human size, he still had a lack of control over his abilities. He had a good idea on how to control himself, but everything had been tossed out the door when he saw Tommy’s threatener go a step too far. “Tommy, Tommy-” Instincts wanted to take over, they craved control, however he pushed it down to the best of his ability. He kept his hands away from the hybrid, just staring down at him with concerned eyes.

–

He had trusted Phil to talk the man down, but he didn’t want him to scare the gunman away in the particular way he did. Because now he stared up, wide-eyed at the man he’d grown to call a makeshift father, who towered over him. His shadow overcasted his shaking form, eyes simply looking at him, nothing more. They stared into his soul it felt like, and he couldn’t help but grow uncomfortable at the stare. The pace of his tail had picked up and his ears had gone slightly flat against his head. Tommy swallowed nervously. He no longer had a weapon against his forehead, but he had something far worse ahead of him. He had tried not to show emotion while a man was threatening him, but he released all the suppressed and new emotions with a quick, open sob. He wanted to run, to scream for help. But he knew that wouldn’t work, no one would help his kind.

Tommy’s body still begged to run.

He inched his way to the side, slowly quickening his pace until he made a last ditch effort to run from the alley and escape the shifter, the traitor, his friend, whichever title. However the attempt was useless, for Phil was calling his name and he had no time to react to the shadow of a hand creeping behind his form and effortlessly lifting him from the ground and raising him much too high for his comfort. “No! Fuck- no!” He choked, his voice cracking what felt every second. He sobbed, pushing away at the hand that fisted him, placing his hands against the edge of Phil’s forefinger and pushing up to try and escape. He couldn’t. “Shh, sh, Tommy, please, mate, you’re okay,”

“No, you- you dick, put me fu- fucking down!” He cried out, sniffling in as he continued to make a terrible effort to get away. Logically he knew he would have nowhere to go if he truly did manage to escape, but the hope of trying tugged at his mind and he continued, tiring himself out without even properly realizing, or even caring. “Tommy, please,” Phil pleaded, teary eyes looking down at him. Some part of him felt bad, but no part of him was showing. “Put me down.”

“Okay, listen, okay? Just listen to me,” Phil said with soft words. Tommy stopped instantly when he caught onto the single speck of harshness Phil had put into his words, somehow only catching onto that instead of his attempt of being comforting. It’s like he was only interested in the brutality Phil offered in his words, even when all he wanted was to know Phil wasn’t going to hurt him. “I won’t hurt you, alright? I- I assumed you’d feel more safe- I just wanted to scare him off.” “No- no you didn’t, you lying asshole! I trusted you, you massive dick!” Tommy spat, baring his fangs at Phil despite knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to intimidate the giant. No matter how much he wanted to believe Phil, he simply couldn’t. There was a tense silence, one where the only thing that could be heard was Tommy’s labored breaths from his panic and struggle, which had easily tired him. He was moving far too quickly and with much too many words going through his mind. “Listen, Tommy, there’s a certain point where my instincts take over and won’t let me.. change,” Phil began, and Tommy for once listened, skepticism still sitting in the front of his mind for a front-row view of whatever the man had to say. “But protecting you is literally the only thing I want to do right now.” He confessed semi-quietly, like he was guilty of the fact. Tommy furrowed his brows, his tears slowing down as panic packed up and took its final leave. For now, at least. “Y- you can’t change back?” He echoed. “No. But, I can, just not right now.” Tommy still shook his head in disbelief. “Why- why are you still holding me? Put me fucking down, I can get home on my own without your stupid, lying ass to take me there. It’s not like-”

“Over this way.” Tommy was cut off by the sound of a loud voice, not belonging to Phil, but the same gunman from before. Both of their eyes widened as they recognized the formal voice instantly. “Shit,” Phil mumbled, shoving, and he means shoving, Tommy into the pocket of his hoodie instantly. He yelped at the sudden change of surroundings, His ears flattened once more, and a whine escaped his throat. He shuffled around, attempting to get steady footing after he stood, but he was merely tossed against the fabric. The outside speeded past him as Phil began moving at a rapid pace, taking no time to check in on the unsecured passenger in his pocket. He was jostled slightly with every running step Phil took, every comfortable spot he found immediately being pushed out of place. He looked outside once more, now recognizing the assortment of green and brown colors morphing into a blur of the two colors to be a forest. The forest was just outside the city – it was likely Phil had simply gone over the fence blocking the alley from the outside.

A feeling of dread pooled down into his stomach mixing with the feeling of sickness added to his rapid heart breath and struggled breathing. He did not know when Phil would take the time to slow down and reveal the situation to him, but for now he had to settle with watching the world pass by him in a stretch of colors while trying to adjust to being tossed far too many times for his liking.

–

Frankly, Phil had no idea where he was going when he stood and stepped over the fence. He began running, just placing one foot in front of the other as the forest came closer and closer to him. He had inches against the trees, making for a difficult run, but he managed as well as he could. The thoughts of Tommy rotated around his head a hundredfold, never settling down. It was likely that they wouldn’t until Phil was able to stop and check in on him. But, for now, he must find a place to hide out before the hunter – and some type of cop or other hunters – found him, and worse, Tommy.

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mercy-burning · 4 years ago

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Your Favorite — Part 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: As the summer comes to a close, Spencer and Y/N start feeling a shift in their relationship. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, thigh riding, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, breeding kink, one line of daddy kink, Word Count: 4.3k exactly, love how that turned out lol

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | MASTERLIST

NOTE: Thank you all for sticking with me through this long wait, I feel so bad for having to keep putting it off. But I’m very proud of where this ended up, and I’m so glad you’ve all been so excited about it! I had so much fun writing this story, so again, thank you very much for reading and indulging me in this weird fantasy lolol ❤ Love you guys! And, as always, thank you to the lovely Em ( @boldlyvoid ) for being my beta for this series! Your feedback and support has been a big help from the start, ILY

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AUGUST 12th

"I don't wanna hear a single word, understand?"

Not like I have a choice; As soon as the harsh whisper leaves Spencer's mouth, his hand is covering my own and my back is being pressed up against the wall of the storage closet.

But that's all he does. I wait for him to make a move, but instead he insists on being a tease.

"What? You've been trying to get my attention all night, and now that you have it, you're not gonna do anything with it?"

"I want you to do it for me," I mumble into his hand.

He shoves me harder into the wall and slots his knee in between my legs, spreading them apart and making me sigh.

"You wanted it so bad... So take it..."

Watching the amusement dance through his features as I grind down on his leg and whine into his mouth only excites me more, right next to the knowledge that downstairs the house is congested with people visiting to celebrate my mom's new promotion at work.

Needless to say, it doesn't take me very long to start feeling my stomach tense. My hips are wild as they roll over his leg, whines spewing from my mouth and into his hand. I look up into his eyes, doing my best to show him how much I could never grow tired of this, and he returns the favor by lifting his leg higher and giving me more friction.

In no time at all, I'm shuddering against him, feeling his hand press harder into my mouth to muffle the high-pitched whines that I can't help but expel.

"Nice and quick... Good girl..." Spencer muses, slowly peeling himself away from me. "You're really looking forward to being spoiled later, aren't you..."

The grin that spreads over my face is unwavering. "Definitely. Knowing Mom, she'll be passed out cold in like an hour."

I know I'm the one who brought her up, but it still stings a little when Spencer smiles fondly. "Yeah, she's a lightweight alright... You sure you can handle all this time without me until then?"

Despite the butterflies I get when he says it, mischievous and downright delectable, his hands reach out to grab my waist and pull me closer to him, I roll my eyes. "You underestimate me."

He studies my face for a moment, a pretty smile flashing before me in the dim light before he kisses my cheek. "Sure."

And when he leaves, I wait.

Minutes later, my skin still burns from his touch.

———

The moment my eyes open the next morning, it all comes back in flashes.

His lips are on my skin, travelling lower and lower...

His hands trail all over my body, featherlight in a way that leaves me with goosebumps.

His tongue starts slow, taking its time to taste me and savor every precious second.

His voice is like the sweetest prayer, whispering praises that leave my head dizzy and my heart pounding.

His lips languidly open and close around the most sensitive parts of my body, in tandem with that sweet, magnificent tongue as each action pulls sighs from the very depths of my soul.

His hands reach up and tangle with mine as he makes me come on his tongue, over and over again until I'm practically numb and the lull of sleep drags me under.

His hands now ghost over my bare skin, along my sides and down to my waist. I hum happily and push back against him when I feel it.

He's hard.

"How long before you think she wakes up?" he whispers in my ear.

"Not long... Maybe we... shouldn't risk i—"

The words fall off a cliff, never to be seen again when he slowly enters me, gripping my leg and forcing it over his own. "I'll be quick."

I can tell, though, that he doesn't want to be. It's present in the way he enters me, over and over with motions that feel rather stunted and definitely too rushed.

"Baby, no," I whine, reaching behind me to hold his hips still with one hand. "Fuck me slow... Don't rush..."

"But... Your mom..."

"Please..."

Spencer sighs, though not from exasperation. No, his breath is long and teeming with relief, hands gently roaming over the entirety of my body as his hips move slower. He's taking his time, relishing every second and feeling me gradually get more slick at his undoing.

His lips are on my neck, not providing marks to match the ones hidden on the inside of my thighs and my chest, but merely resting there. He kisses me in between gentle thrusts, letting out small whimpers of his own when I clench tightly around him.

This...

This is different.

We've had slow morning sex before, but never like this. Somehow, I find myself drifting, like I'm being carried away by his current. There's nothing but me, Spencer, and our breathing... Our bodies, our air, our souls...

This is what I imagine making love feels like.

Which is why I barely notice when it slips from my mouth— Three words that should feel more daunting due to the weight they hold and the way they ultimately change everything. And yet, whispering “I love you,” in a nearly breathless string of syllables feels incredibly natural. It’s more sincere than anything I think I’ve ever told him, so much so that I don’t even think about what it will mean in the long-run. Instead I let it fall from my lips again and again without regret or consequence.

He doesn't stop, either. Spencer continues to fuck me softly, like it's all he knows how to do. In fact, my confession only seems to make him relax more.

And that's what finally pushes me over the edge.

His name escapes my mouth in a whisper that sounds more like a plea not to leave, and he holds me closer to him. Our bodies are flush together, my back resting perfectly against his chest as he takes a few final thrusts and empties himself inside of me.

If we stayed like that forever, I could die happy.

And actually, that wouldn't be far from the truth, given that if we did stay here forever, my mom would certainly find us and kill us.

The thought makes me sigh.

"You have to leave..."

"I know..."

Spencer pulls me closer, squeezing me tight and giving me a long, bold kiss on the jaw before he rips himself away and takes my heart with him.

AUGUST 18th

Things are significantly different now.

After the morning I let slip that I love him, Spencer and I had been intimate once. We found ourselves alone while Mom was at the grocery store and instinctually came together.

It was quick, and it was fast and rough, and while it obviously felt good, something was off. But I knew it wasn't a physical problem. Like I said, it felt as good as any other time we'd been together, but it just wasn't right.

I hate it.

It hasn't even been a week since then, and I miss him. I miss our dynamic, and I miss the way I used to feel when he touched me.

So I stalk into the office and lean against the doorframe, watching Spencer as he goes through a large pile of paperwork. His hands and his eyes are moving at near light-speed, and the way he concentrates almost makes me feel bad for my intrusion—Honestly, I could have looked at him all damn day.

But there's a bigger plan in mind.

"What'cha up to?"

He looks up and greets me with a smile. "School starts in a few weeks. I'm just trying to get my coursework prepared."

"Oh... You... mind if I keep you company?"

"Not at all."

It's an innocent enough exchange, though I'm hoping I can change that. Mom doesn't get off work for another few hours, so it gives me ample time to do what I have planned.

I walk over and nudge his leg with my knee, and he lets me in. I climb on his lap, and after giving me a brief kiss on the cheek he returns to going through his paperwork.

My face turns and I nestle it into his neck. He hums softly when I kiss the skin under his jaw, once, and then twice, and then over and over in quick succession.

I can feel him smile. "What are you up to, princess?"

Hearing the nickname return in earnest makes me smile. I nip softly at his neck and run my tongue along it. "Mmm, trouble."

"Sounds like you," he mutters through a sultry sigh once I start going lower, kissing the top of his shoulder.

I slide my hands up the front of his chest and gently undo the top button, giving me access to more skin. "You love it when I make trouble..."

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that."

I slide off his lap then, crouching between his legs and looking up at him with a smile. "Really?"

All he does is look down at me, his pupils growing bigger by the second. So I continue my venture, sliding my hands up the insides of his legs until I reach the belt. "So you don't love when I do this?"

Spencer sighs, helping me by lifting his hips a little and letting me slide down layers of fabric until his dick is right in front of me.

I don't waste any time, taking him in my hand and bringing him to my mouth. He's still not entirely hard yet, but I don't mind at all. In fact, I let out a happy sigh just before I press kiss after kiss along the entire length of him. From base to tip, I take my time kissing and licking along the salty skin and giving him my full attention. I pull back and admire him, I smile, I kiss and I lick and I squeeze him with my hand... And when he's finally nice and hard, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck gently.

"Y/N..."

I hum around him, sinking further down until he hits the back of my throat, and then I come back up and repeat. It's slow. Maybe torturous even, but really I don't mean it to be.

Thankfully Spencer seems to be happy with my speed and technique; His eyes are on the verge of closing and his chest is heaving slowly, fingers gently caressing the sides of my face as I go down on him.

It's this same slow, steadying pace we'd taken before, and it's exactly what we needed.

I can feel his touch on my face, burning into my skin and marking me for all eternity. Likewise, the thick, throbbing weight of his cock sliding over my tongue and down my throat feels just like home— Like it's right where we're meant to be.

Once again, we fit together perfectly.

This epiphany sets a fire deep in the pits of my stomach, and just like that our spark is back again.

I look up and catch his eye, and he lets me keep it, forcing himself to keep his eyelids open to watch me. My pace remains consistent and slow, and and he brings both of his hands under my chin. The way he holds my face is so gentle, so loving and sensual that I nearly burst with tears at the sentiment alone, and it doesn't take long for him to start letting go.

He stutters my name when he comes, still using the pads of his nimble fingers to caress my throat. I take in and swallow each rope of cum until it's gone, and even then I keep him in my mouth, gently bobbing my head up and down just for the sake of feeling him inside me somehow.

But then he lifts me off of him and his dick falls limp in his lap. I sigh and lean down, kissing it a few times before just resting my head in his lap as he strokes my hair.

"You're right," Spencer says after a few moments.

"About what?"

"I do love when you make trouble."

We laugh, and I lift my head to look up at him.

"I know... It's your favorite."

"That it is, princess."

AUGUST 26th

I wish more than anything that this orientation would just end. My left foot is anxiously tapping the cool white tile of the floor as I wait to be next in line to grab my paperwork and get on my way— To home for what I'm sure will be a long weekend trying to find free minutes to steal with Spencer.

In another life it might have gotten tedious and painful sneaking around for so long, but I found it excited me. Sure, my feelings for Spencer were growing at an exponential rate, but ever since I visited him in our home office, we seemed to be getting back our groove— With an added flair I might add...

Each time we were together was more intense than the last. His hands got more possessive, his kisses got deeper and more passionate, and the way he looked at me?

I could swear I felt him falling just as deep as I was.

The smile it all brought to my face in that moment fell a little short when they called me next in line, and I fell into a joyful step forward to collect my things.

When I get home, though, things aren't as joyful.

The first thing I notice is that Spencer's car isn't in the driveway or even on the street. He's usually here on weekends, so I wonder if he's out for something, or even out with my mom on a lunch date or something.

I try not to think about that thought too much and step inside, hoping to at least enjoy the silence for a little while, lest they really are out together.

I think I'm out of the woods when I hear the television, a laugh track of some kind, but then it turns into the Friends theme blaring through the speakers, and my heart nearly falls into the pit of my stomach.

There's only one reason Mom would be watching Friends. She swears up and down that she hates it, but it always ends up on TV when there's one specific thing she's going through, because "Hearing them complain about their stupid problems make me feel better about my own!"

Her own problem being a breakup.

For a moment I wonder if maybe Spencer had told her about us. Or maybe she found something somehow that would give us away. I make my way slowly through the space until I reach the living room, my brain making up every possible horrendous outcome— Not even to prepare for the blow, because I know that absolutely nothing could prepare me for the wrath of my mother in any situation... I simply can't help myself from feeling guilty and heartbroken as my stomach churns and my heart beats so loud I can barely hear the TV anymore.

When I come into her view, Mom freezes and lets out a large breath of shaky air. The small tub of ice cream in her hands shakes just as much, and I can tell she's trying her hardest not to burst into tears.

I've never seen her this upset before. Normally it's just anger and annoyance, but this time she looks utterly broken.

"M—Mom?" I stutter, even though she probably can't even hear what I'm saying over the TV. I still don't know if she knows about my involvement with Spencer, but I feel like she'd be more angry with me than sad, so I figure it's safe to come closer.

The moment I take a step forward, she sets the ice cream on the floor and opens her arms to me, a choked sob forcing its way out. It almost makes me cry, just seeing her this heartbroken, and in an instant I'm running to her and snuggling into her side as she hugs me.

"What happened?" I will myself to ask, even though I still have no idea what it means for me. Maybe that's selfish, but if he's taking himself out of Mom's life, surely that has to mean he's removing himself from mine as well, right? And if he's just leaving without saying anything... God, that would ruin me, too.

Still, I wait to hear what Mom will say.

"He broke up with me," is all she says, through a long and tired sigh. She mutes the TV and then holds me tighter. I can feel that there's pure sadness controlling her every movement, and it crushes me.

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just... He said he didn't love me, and he wasn't feeling it anymore."

"That's all?"

"Uh huh... It was so sudden, too, like... I thought we were really getting along, and I just... I don't understand how he couldn't feel it... I felt all of it, and he just... He felt nothing. How could he feel nothing?"

I really don't know what to say anymore... It seems to me like Spencer really told her the truth and ended their relationship because he didn't feel anything for her anymore, but... I always knew he had to have felt something... I guess I just didn't realize someone could fall out of it so quickly.

The guilt overwhelms me then, when it dawns on me that I made him fall out of it so fast. I was there, taking up small moments of his time until, eventually, I'd taken up so much of it that it wasn't just his time I was stealing, but also his love. His fire, and his passion... Month by month, day by day, I was draining the love he had for my mom and distilling it to meet my own desires.

And now, here I am, in my mothers arms as she weeps over a man she truly loved, all because he and I were selfish and treasonous.

If Spencer decides he still wants to be with me after this, I really don't know if I could do it. Even after all this time... After all this trouble and guilt and glorious treason...

He could never really be mine.

———

Y/N,

I knew this day would come from the moment I met you. Of course, I didn't know how far my feelings would take me, but in the end I knew I would one day have to leave you and your mother behind.

Day by day my feelings for you grew stronger, and it wasn't until you told me you loved me that August Thirteenth that I realized I loved you, too. What we had was always dangerous, but by then my heart was focused solely on you, and I could feel your mother slipping from my grasp.

I pretended for as long as I could, but now you've taken up so much space in my brain that when Eve pulled me near, I almost sighed out your name instead. I knew then that no longer could I "keep up appearances," as I often like to tell you.

Maybe one day you and I can find our way back to each other, but for now, I think it's for the very best that we go our separate ways.

In my wildest dreams I will think of you fondly, and I can only hope that you might do the same.

Always Yours, Spencer

JUNE 19th, SEVEN YEARS LATER

There are so many things I'm thinking about when I come home tonight.

One: I'm a little tipsy and completely fucked out, which reminds me of that night I came home in the exact same state, only to find my mom's old boyfriend, Spencer, unable to sleep and to stop staring at my bare legs. The memory brings a smile to my face.

Two: My feet fucking hurt and I want to get these goddamned shoes off.

Three: The ghost of Spencer's smile when he saw me for the first time in seven years burns in the back of my mind, right next to the ghost of his hands caressing my skin like it had been the first time.

Four: How am I going to spend the rest of the summer back in town knowing what it feels like to have fucked him at all without an ounce of guilt attached to it?

Five: Am I going to tell my mom that I slept with her ex-boyfriend tonight?

Six: Fuck, I'm hungry...

My heels come off as soon as I step through the door.

The light is on, and I can hear Mom laughing in the kitchen with Adam from far away, which brings a fond smile to my face. I'm glad that she's finally happy, with someone who doesn't make me want to fall to my knees, thank you very much.

And truthfully, if I hadn't ran into Spencer at all tonight, I'm not sure I ever would have thought about that whole situation again— It was fucked up, he ended up leaving both of us, and Mom was so deeply devastated after their breakup that I didn't have the heart to tell her I missed him too. I just buried it deep down and tried to move on right alongside her, eventually erasing his memory from my mind, body, and soul.

Well, almost.

There were days, obviously, where his letter hummed inside my pillowcase where he left it, whether I brought it to college or kept it at home, or it sat soundly in my new apartment. His words were always there, spilling into my dreams and dancing with me through our memories; tangled tongues and limbs, wild nights and passionate mornings...

I'd wake up feeling hot to the touch and missing him completely.

Thankfully those days were few and far in between, and for a while I'd stopped thinking of him altogether.

But of course, it turns out that Spencer Reid is in fact, pretty damn inevitable.

That bar downtown was packed, so it was a wonder I'd even ran into him of all people in the first place. What he was doing there I didn't know. And neither do I now, because from the moment we laid eyes on each other, it was this constant state of shell-shock and fire, nothing else. He asked briefly about Mom, I told him she'd been married for four years, and then he joked about how he was surprised I hadn't tried to steal him from her.

Naturally, with that ever so playful look in his eye practically taunting me, I played to his joke and responded with a sultry smile, "The only one I ever wanted to steal was you, Doctor..."

The rest wasn't exactly a blur, but all I'm going to say is that we spent the rest of our time together at his apartment, "catching up on lost time"... And as much as I'd grown out of the submissive role sexually over the years, I found myself crawling back, submitting to him like I'd done it a million times over. And, really, I might as well have.

It's like we'd never stopped.

That being said, I declined his offer to stay the night and told him to give me a call some time before I left to go back to Seattle. Though, not without giving him a thousand goodbye kisses that were rather counterproductive.

Thinking about it makes my cheeks burn hot, though thankfully it's summer, and Mom won't have to question it. Though, if she does, I suppose I could keep it short and sweet and tell her the truth at the very least: that I met up with an old friend who showed me a good time.

"Hey'a, Sweetpea," she greets with a bright wave. She and Adam are obviously a little tipsy, more than me by the looks of it, but I pay it no mind. "How was you're night?"

"Great! Went to a few bars downtown, met up with some friends..."

"Oh, good, well we're glad you got back safe."

I snag a bottle of water and an apple from the fridge, then turn back around to see Mom and Adam snuggled in, sharing a smile that would make even the happiest person on the planet sick to their stomach.

Oddly enough, it reminds me of back then, when she was with Spencer, happier than ever and completely oblivious to what was going on in her daughter's life.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, taking me back to earlier in the night when he had his hands tangled in my hair and his mouth attached to my skin, spewing filthy words and praises that had me begging for more...

"I missed you, princess," he whispers, holding himself deep inside me. His fingers brush the matted hair from my face, revealing more of my saccharine smile and eyes that swim with mischief.

"I missed you too," I whine, reaching out and grabbing handfuls of his ass, shoving him even farther inside me and wrapping my legs around him tighter. "...Daddy..."

Spencer loses all semblance of cool, pulling back and slamming into me with full force. I—

"Y/N?"

I blink away his memory, reminding myself of where I am and what I'm doing, finding Mom looking at me with a curious gleam in her eye.

"What are you thinking about?"

With a small smile, I nod in her direction. "Oh, uh... You'll never believe who I ran into tonight."

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒��𝑧: 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including somnophilia (obviously consensual), lactating kink. Illusions to infidelity (which I do not condone nor encourage). Read at your own discretion. Older/Aged up Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Opening his eyes, Hongjoong let out a tired smile as he looked at your peacefully sleeping figure. He was glad that both of you had a good night's rest and the baby in the next room didn't wake you up. Caressing your cheek, he blushed as he remembered the previous night with you.

Getting up, he picked up his discarded sweatpants and quickly slipped them on before going over to the window. Opening up the blinds just a tiny bit to let in a little light, he looked back over when he heard you moan in your sleep.

"Hongjoong..." You whimpered unconsciously.

By the way you shifted inside the blankets, Hongjoong knew you were more than likely rubbing your thighs together. It might have been a little early, but if you needed him, how was he supposed to deny you especially when you called out so cutely for him.

You fluttered your eyes open when you felt kisses being pressed against your jaw that soon traveled to your neck, hips involuntarily bucking up when you felt your lover's hard on rub against your clit.

"Morning babygirl. Did you miss me that much already?" He teased you, a light chuckle emanating from his lips as he began inserting himself into you.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

It was still the early hours of dawn yet Seonghwa was fully awake. His hand was tenderly caressing your hip as he continued to admire your body. Although he had done a lot of that the night before, it still wasn't enough for him. Every mark on your body that detailed the pregnancy you went through was absolutely beautiful for him.

Unable to bear it any longer, he slowly crawled his way underneath the blanket where he positioned himself right in between your thighs. He started off by peppering kisses along your stretch marks, his tongue occasionally poking out every now and then. When he finally reached your mound he didn't hesitate to start licking tenderly and slowly at your folds, trying not to abruptly wake you up.

You thought you were in a lucid dream until you opened your eyes and saw someone shuffling under the covers. Pulling some of the blanket to the side, your head rested back on the pillow as you let out a moan when you saw Seonghwa's head buried deep between your legs.

"Morning gorgeous." He greeted you as he smiled against your clit before giving it a suckle that made you want to squirm away from him, but his hands on your thighs prevented you from moving.

"Just stay down and get comfortable beautiful. I'm not coming out of here for a while."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

"I don't wanna get up just yet." You let out a croaked whine as you nestled closer against your equally half tired half awake husband.

"We don't have to, it's still pretty early." He told you as the arm that was wrapped around you lightly tapped on the side of your hip.

You tried to wrap one leg over Yunho's but your face grimaced as you felt the dull sting of his thrusts from the night before. Noticing your reaction, Yunho chuckled.

"Did I accidentally go too rough on you? Did I break you yet again?" He cooed mockingly at you as he pinched your nose, which made you irritated.

"N-no! I'm fine actually. In fact I'm so fine that I could probably ride you with no issues at all." You proudly boasted.

"Oh yeah? Prove it then baby." He taunted you, not actually expecting you to follow through but you surprised him when you got up and pulled his shirt off you and climbed on top of him, albeit with a little difficulty but you did. Yunho watched you with a smirk as you began pumping him in your hand.

"Do you still have energy left to go for another round though?" You teased him as you gave him a tight squeeze.

"Trust me doll, I never run out of energy if it means fucking your tight pussy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"What are you doing?" You sleepily asked when you awoke to find Yeosang staring right at you.

"Admiring you before I have to go." He answered with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You both looked over at the clock, knowing that soon the house and its occupants would soon be bustling and it would be best if Yeosang snuck back into his room.

"I don't wanna leave. I wanna stay here with you." He huffed as he layed back down on the bed with you.

You swore he acted more like a child than his daughter did, confirmed by how now you tried to get him out of your bed, which he was very reluctant about.

"You'll see me later tonight anyways, it'll only be for a few hours." You reminded him as you helped him gather his clothes that had been scattered about on the floor.

"I'll miss you so much." He pouted at you.

You were about to roll your eyes but then you got an idea. Stopping him before he threw his shirt on, you sunk down to your knees and took hold back his cock which instantly got hard at your touch.

"Then let me leave you with something so you don't miss me too much.."

Yeosang shuddered when your lips kissed his head, your tongue dipping into his slit.

"And so you have something to look forward to tonight."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Head thrown back against the softness and the pillow as lewd moans spewed out of your mouth, your fingers were tangled in the back of San's hair as he continued to swallow and suck at your nipples, his hands pressing hard against your squishy skin so he'd be able to gulp down more of your milk.

"Sannie...please." You whimpered out, yet he made no answers nor did he move from where he was. Calling out to him once more and even tugging his hair harshly, you finally got a response from him.

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly yet went back to his previous task of breastfeeding from you.

"Stop being selfish, that milk is also for our daughter." You reminded him as you tried to move him from your chest, which resulted in him latching into your nipple with more intensity.

"You were mine before you were her mom, I think I deserve to get my fair share of enjoying your body as I want. Don't get me wrong I love our princess and I don't regret having her, but last night was the first time in a while that I finally get you all to myself and I'm going to take advantage of it."

Dipping his tongue back in between your breasts, San let out a soft chuckle as he kneaded your mounds.

"Besides you produce more than enough milk baby mama. Got your shirts getting wet patches from all the milk pouring out of your tits."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were awoken when you felt Mingi, who was still nestled inside of you, slightly pull in and out of you. You weren't too fazed by this, you guys often tried cockwarming, especially if the night before you guys were being a little naughty. There was just something heartwarming about having him stay inside you after he fucked you sore.

"Still wanna go?" Mingi asked. Even though you had explicitly told him to fuck you awake, he still wanted to make sure you'd still be up for it.

You didn't even respond, you simply pushed yourself back onto him after he had pulled out of you. Getting the hint, Mingi helped you onto all fours, which automatically excited you. Soon he was pulling moan after moan out of your mouth as his hips slammed into you from behind, one hand reaching over to stimulate you further by rubbing your clit.

"You gotta be quiet love." He teased as his other hand came over to cup over your mouth, effectively muffling all the loud noises coming out of it.

"Our angel is sleeping in the other room and if she hears us, she'll wake up."

He purposefully made it harder for you as he jolted his hips up, further ramming himself in you.

"So let's try to not get caught."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"She's going to wake up any second now." Although you tried to reason with Wooyoung, you made absolutely no attempt to get him off you. Instead you simply melted into his kisses and caresses, still high from the blissful night you two shared just a few hours ago.

"No she won't. She's been sleeping a lot more recently." He assured you as he raked his teeth along your shoulder blades, threatening to leave marks plastered on you.

"Yes but- oh fine. But we have to be quick about it..just in case." You told him.

"Quick you say? Ok then."

You let out a squeak when Wooyoung flipped over and pulled you on top of him with no warning. At first you were confused when he started shifting you around, but after he began turning you, you understood what he was aiming for. You let him guide you so your ass was right on top of his face, your dripping pussy inches away from his mouth. Bending over, you brought your mouth over to his cock, licking his shaft which made him jitter under you.

"Fuck! Oh shit." Not wanting to let you get away with teasing, Wooyoung layed his tongue flat on your lips before curling it upwards so it could flick at your clit, eliciting a response from your body.

"Remember, we gotta be quick about it. So start sucking baby."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho looked up amusedly, sleep still in his eyes, at your tantalizing figure that was now rutting itself against one of his thighs.

"I'm up." You simply stated while continuing to grind on him.

"I can see that very well my little vixen. And now I'm up." You both laughed quietly at his double sensed joke.

Effortlessly picking you up with his hands, Jongho settled you down on his cock, now making you grind your slick folds along his thick length that was hardening even more now.

"This horny this early love?" He raised an eyebrow at you yet never stopped moving you.

"Can't help it. You left me wanting more after last night." You shyly admitted.

"Oh? Is that so? You want more. I'll give you more."

Aligning himself on your entrance, Jongho and you simultaneously hissed, you from the stretch he gave you and he from the way your walls hugged around his shaft.

"Baby, hold onto the headboard." He instructed you and you promptly obeyed with no hesitation.

"Because I'm not going easy on you. I'm starting my morning off by fucking you dumb."

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spyoikawa · 4 years ago

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still on that saiki k brainrot so hear me out-

metori, saiki, teruhashi, aren and hairo with an s/o who really loves to bake/cook-

no thoughts just Reader learning how to make coffee jelly for saiki (like maybe they make him a tower of coffee jelly for an anniversary or his birthday-). no thoughts just Reader cooking something for metori who pretends to not want to eat it cause it’s ‘peasant food’ but ends up really enjoying their cooking. no thoughts just cooking/baking date with teruhashi. no thoughts just teaching aren how to cook/bake and having a food trade with him, bringing him lunch/a snack to school. and no thoughts just hairo hyping Reader up while they cook/bake and making stuff for him to bring to class rep meetings-

thank you! <3

the excitement I got got I saw teruhasi- i don't see a lot of writing for her and I get happy when I get to do less than common things! Thanks!

I'm running low on creative juices, so please I hope you don't mind if I use the exact scenarios you suggested 💀

Note: some of the things I wrote felt really rude so please don't mind the tone tags in parentheses, also i have not edited this yet

Saiki, Teruhasi, Hairo, Aren, and Saiko with an S/O who can cook/bake

♡romantic♡

Saiki Kusuo (italics = saiki telepathy)

Although it was undeniably tasty, your boyfriend's obsession with coffee jelly was not only getting out of hand but also quite expensive-

I mean he spent 3,000 yen for one serving-

But yanno what it's ok, coffee jelly is easy to make, and this gives you an excuse to hang out (not that you need one)

"Ok Ku, i had an idea"

I like it, just make sure you teach me how to do it too

"Rude. I wasn't finished"

You did in your head

As endearing as it could be sometimes, Saiki's mind-reading could be a pain occasionally

You wound me.

"Good. (/j)"

After a long debate over recipes and serving sizes, there it was, in all its glory, your first batches of coffee jelly

it was heaven

You did end up sharing the recipe with him, but it still became a little tradition to make the coffee jelly together

It just tastes better that way :)

Kokomi Teruhashi

In the midst of your TV and cuddles date, Kokomi huffed and turned off the TV

But of course it was rude to just turn off the TV, so she offered to play a board game instead

You did play with her, but your curiosity was begging as to why she wanted to change the activity

"Hey Kokomi, this game is fun, don't worry... but why'd you turn off the TV so suddenly?"

"Oh, it was nothing! I just thought you would like this game, and I wanted you to enjoy yourself more!"

Now, that's the answer the most perfect girl in the world would give

But Kokomi is still human, there's gotta be something wrong

You spent a while thinking to yourself about what you were watching, you two agreed on a documentary, then after the documentary, the channel played a cooking show with a guest baker/cook Makoto Teruhashi- oh.

So that was it

At the end of the round, you stood up and offered your hand to pull up Kokomi with you.

"Hey, wanna make a bet?"

She looked up with a bit of curiosity.

"I bet you, I can make your favorite dish, far better than Makoto can"

She smiled a bit, "sure!"

Her favorite food was simple, so you taught her to cook it and added in some other things just for fun (and so she can't recreate it without your secret ingredients)

Now you guys have cooking dates often and always find ways to spice up foods (and beat Makoto at whatever he was doing on tv)

Hairo Kineshi

my thoughts and prayers go to you

we all saw what happened when he tried to make crepes

but in his mind, it was a learning opportunity

You guys were taking an after-school stroll, the weather was really nice, it would be a shame if you two just went home and did nothing. Walks like these tend to get sentimental and nostalgic, so your conversation subconsciously started to drift towards school life.

"And do you remember that time we had to get kuboyasu, kaido, and nendo to play on a baseball team? Oh my god thank god it didn't go too poorly, that one player really pulled through at the end..." you laughed out

"Haha I do remember that, I can't believe we got them to play, it really could've gone worse" He smiled as he remembered that day, but then his eyes drifted up to a bakery across the road. "Speaking of poor experiences..."

after he explained to you he and kaido's crepe disaster, you couldn't help but tease fun at him for a bit

but you did agree to teach him more about cooking and baking

he's a bit too passionate about cracking eggs, but hey, at least you can work faster

after many, many burnt crepes and pans, there it was, a fallen appart, incorrectly folded, but still a properly cooked crepe sat there in all its beauty

it kinda looked like this

Although he does learn many different things with you, crepes will be the thing he makes over and over again, even when he has it down to a science, just because it's the first thing you taught him, and he will keep that sweet memory forever (get it. sweet? Cause crepes? Im funny i swear.)

Aren Kuboyasu

He actually knows how to cook pretty well

He's not really sure when he picked up cooking, its kinda just stuck around, but he enjoys it, it makes him seem more goody

and he can treat you :)

I will die on my "aren lives for the most basic/domestic activities hill"

cooking with him is always an experience, he will play music in the background, and pull you aside to dance at random times

also does that really hot thing where he stands behind you, reaches around to hold your hands, and basically has you in a cage while showing you how to do something

it's one of those spontaneous things to do, if there's nothing else to do, might as well make something to eat

firm believer in "if you have to eat to live, you might as well eat delicious foods" so he will always try out new things with you if its healthy and tasty

"bab look at this show" you called out from where you were sitting, there was a cooking show/food documentary on, and it was showing a special food. "it says this chicken has a secret sauce they dip it in"

he walked over to the tv and watched it for a couple seconds, thinking a bit.

"...wanna figure it out?"

"yes. I'll make the chicken if you figure out the sauce?"

"deal."

will you ever know if you got the secret sause? Nope, but you did figure out a chicken recipe that is good as hell

he probably writes down all the recipes you "invented" together for safekeeping and so he can return to it later, but he refuses to show it to anyone

Saiko Metori

as much as I love him, we all saw in that one episode how picky he is while eating, and is probably a bitch to please while cooking/baking

so after a lot of convincing, you got him to sit in the kitchen with you so he can watch you bake for the two of you

in reality, all you have to do is give the dish a fancy rich-sounding name, you just have to be really careful with what you say

like this 💀

you decided to bake for him today, baking is a lot more "by the book" than cooking, so you thought he would take a bit of comfort in knowing it was done in a professional way

"alright tori, so I think I'll make a heavy pastry made with fine cacao and extracts, baked into a rich dessert for a fine sweet palette"

"you're making brownies aren't you"

"🧍‍♂️"

Told you, you have to be as specific as possible

He does eventually get interested in what you're doing though, as he never really sees his personal chef cook, and wants to help you by the end

He really did enjoy it! It quickly became one of his favorite treats

But funny enough, no matter how many bakeries he tried or how many times his chef tried, they never tasted the same

(you put in special spices as your own little mark on the treat)

so he ends up having you over for more cooking dates

Which he really does enjoy btw

as a tsundere he will look all annoyed and probably call you a plebe, but these are his favorite types of dates

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cursed-domain · 4 years ago

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Experiments

Mahito x Reader, WC ~3.9k

Mahito’s been testing out his powers for a while now. He wants to do something different with his latest victim. Something a little more... human.

warnings: NSFW and Dark Content - NONCON if that is not your thing do not read any farther. You have been warned. Also fear, tears, kidnapping, possessiveness, oral sex, biting, slapping and uh. Mahito. I think he deserves a warning of his own.

You stayed out just a little too late last night. And you walked home alone. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that was a bad idea, but - the bar was right down the street from your apartment building, and your friends were - well, they were scattered, and they were hard to find, and you were sure that you could walk straight if you only tried. Your heels were only a couple inches high.

Maybe you’d somehow fallen right down a drain in the sidewalk last night. Maybe it was too dark to notice, and you were more tipsy than you thought. But that theory doesn’t fit with your last memory aboveground. It doesn’t explain the presence you felt behind you, the feeling that something heavy and hateful had manifested right over your shoulder.

Most importantly, there are no scratches or scrapes anywhere on your body. You can’t have fallen. You were brought here. Hidden away beneath the street into a tunnel you had no idea existed. And your host has been kind enough to keep you in perfect condition. You’re not even dirty from where you’ve clearly been crumpled on the floor - somehow, the stone corridor is perfectly clean.

As you sit up, all these thoughts run through your head in a matter of seconds. Your shell-shocked stream of consciousness doesn’t give way to panic until a hand from behind you lands on your shoulder. Its owner doesn’t even let you scream - he claps his other hand over your mouth before you have the chance to open it, and leans down so that you feel his hot breath in your ear. “Boo.”

You strain against his hand when you hear his voice. It doesn’t sound - well, you’re not quite sure what you expected a kidnapper to sound like. Maybe a lower voice. Certainly a sinister one. But he just sounds excited and mischievous, like a child who’s gotten away with a prank. So lighthearted in what is, for you, such a dire situation - it sends a shiver up your spine to imagine his grin.

You don’t have to imagine for long. His hand slinks from your shoulder up your neck, taking root in your hair and yanking your head back so you’re forced to look up. It is dim in the tunnel, but you see his face clearly. You register, in a far-off place in your mind, that it is pretty, almost feminine. Your impression is that his face is far too fine compared to the coarseness of his mouth and his hands, even with the strange scars stitching their way across the unnaturally smooth skin.

“Don’t look so terrified. Or do. I kinda like it.” Your eyes stretch even wider. “Yeah - I really like it, actually. Stay just like that.” When he speaks for longer, you notice the eerie quality of the cavern - the way it causes sounds to echo and reverberate down its walls. Farther down, you hear the drip-drip-drip of dirty water hitting the floor. But here - not even a drop. It’s as if the space has been cleared of its usual filth, just for you. “Okay,” he says, “I actually wanna hear you, too.” He doesn’t wait for a response before taking his hand from your mouth and letting go of your hair.

Your heels - they must have fallen off. Or he took them off. In any case - you can run. You know it’s pointless as soon as you stand up. You know even the time you take to rise to your feet is enough for him to grab onto you again. But you have to try. So you do. You’re surprised to get any distance at all. You’re shocked to have made it ten paces - twenty - thirty. Even sprinting with the adrenaline-spiked speed of someone who fears for her life, this shouldn’t be possible. But you find yourself starting to hope. You’re fast, and maybe he was caught off guard. Maybe, just maybe, you can make it to the light you see shining at the mouth of the tunnel. It’s not that far away. And once you’re out there, on the street, he won’t be able to do anything. You’ll make it home and forget this ever happened. Even now, you’re wondering if it’s all a dream. If you’re going to wake up once you hit that light - closer now, so close - snug in your bed, wondering how you managed to make it home last night but relieved that you did. Yes. That has to be it. This isn’t real, and you’re going to escape it so, so soon -

A rush of cold air streaks past you, and your captor appears in front of you, grinning as he blocks your path. You try to step to the side, but he’s already there. Back the other way - he beats you again. You feel your will collapse in on itself as he steps forward and snakes his hand around your waist, laughing unabashedly as you struggle. “Not bad,” he says. “Of course, I gave you a pretty big head start. But still. You run pretty fast for someone who could barely walk the night before.”

You’re so close to him that you’re sure he must be able to hear your heart pounding. Despite your best efforts to hold yourself back, you find yourself looking up at his face again. His eyes are pretty, too. But they’re mismatched - one is a light gray and the other is deep blue - and unblinking. Seeing them up close only makes his presence more unnerving. He grins crookedly as you make eye contact with him, staring back without saying a word.

“What - why -” you break eye contact, choosing instead to stare at the ground where his bare feet are nearly on top of yours. “Please. Let me go.”

“Nuh-uh. No way.” He pushes you back at arms length and leans over you, his face coming so close to yours that your eyes unfocus trying to look at him. “Haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Done…”

“Mhm.” He takes your shoulders and turns you around, giving you a light shove to get you moving. You shudder - your dress has an open back, so his hand didn’t just touch your clothes, but your bare skin. And it’s so short, too. He’s probably staring as you walk, tracing your curves with those unnatural eyes. He looked down when he had you pressed up against him. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“That’s far enough.” You stop, not even daring to turn around. He slithers around you instead, dragging his hand over the back of your dress again as he passes, keeping a hold on you and pulling you close again. “You’re gonna help me out with some things today, alright?”

When you hesitate, his long fingernails tighten against your skin. He’ll draw blood if he presses any harder. “What…what do you want?”

“I’ve been doin’ some experiments down here.” His nails drag down the curve of your back, only stopping at your hips. “Been learning what I��m capable of. I’ll show you the other test subjects if I have to but… I think I’ve already convinced you to cooperate, right?” He tugs on the hem of your dress, sliding his fingertips underneath the edge of the thin fabric. “You don’t seem ready to meet anyone right now, anyways. Not as if they’re really in a state to talk to you.”

You stare blankly, resisting the urge to squirm as his hand trails up the back of your thigh. Not for the first time, you wonder if you’re going to be leaving this place alive.

“Lots of room down here,” he says. “Plenty of dark corners. But I think I’m gonna keep you right here.”

“Please..” you say.

“Hmm?” He smiles a second later, once he understands. “Please don’t kill you, right? Don’t mutate your pretty body and then throw you somewhere no one will ever find you?” Your mind amends mutate to mutilate. The intellectual victory does nothing to comfort you. “Don’t worry. ‘m not gonna do that. Not yet, anyways.” His nails are scraping very high on your thigh, now, and the other hand is weaving its way through your hair. His fingers seem to bend strangely around you, as if they have no set form at all, as if they’re molding to best fit your body as he claims it piece by piece. “You’re just gonna help me out a little, okay? “You’re gonna help me figure out what else I’m capable of.”

He grips the top of your head and forces it up and down, mimicking a nod, laughing impishly as you glare up at him. “So sweet of you. We’ll take this one step at a time, alright?”

You don’t understand until he leans over you, running a fingertip across your lips to part them slightly before meeting them with his own. You try to recoil, but the hand toying with your dress runs up your back and presses you forward, forcing you deeper into the kiss instead. It’s unexpectedly gentle, at first, but as your body is forced flush against his it becomes more messy, more hungry. He shoves his tongue against yours and grips your hair tight enough for it to hurt, only drawing back for long enough to bite your lip and watch a string of drool drip across the faint indent he’s left behind. You gasp for breath until he swallows up your mouth again, using his tongue to reach every place he can.

You stay in place even when he relaxes his grip. He only stops to speak once he has, it seems to you, tried every kind of kiss he can think of - fast, slow, shallow, violent, hungry, sloppy. “You’re doing good,” he says, flashing the same smile as before. “Good start. Amazing, really…” He shakes his head, like he’s trying to clear his thoughts, and the softer smile is replaced by a cold grin. “Take your dress off.”

“Wh -”

“Take it off. Take off whatever you have underneath it, too. I don’t care about seeing it.”

“But -”

“But - but -” He laughs again, practically giggles as he mocks your faint protests. “You don’t wanna die, either, do you?”

Mute, you shake your head.

“Actually…” He turns you around again, and you think you hear him sigh faintly as his hips snap against yours. “You’re taking too long. I’ll just do it myself.” He gives you no time to react before tugging on the zipper of your short dress, so violently that it hitches on the teeth and nearly breaks off. Only the second time does he do it right, pulling it all the way down in a smooth motion. The dress only covered from your lower back to a few inches down your thighs, anyways, and now even that protection is stripped away. The front of your body is exposed, too, as he tugs the thin garment along with your panties down to the stone ground beneath your feet.

Every muscle in your body tenses as his own bare skin collides with yours, his worn pants pulled down to rest alongside your dress. “Didn’t even wear anything beneath the dress up here,” he mutters. He reaches from behind you, groping your tits with no regard for the way you whine and squirm. “Making it so easy for me, aren’t you?”

“No,” you gasp. “Didn’t wear anything there. I should have -”

He claws his nails over the delicate peaks of your breasts, and you bite hard on your lip to keep from crying out. “Interesting. That’s a sweet spot, huh?” You shiver as he clamps down on you again. “You got any more I should know about?”

“No…” You lie, as if anything you say now will help you. He’s tracing every inch of your skin already, down your stomach and hips and up your thighs, squeezing and pinching when you least expect it, mapping you out like you’re the first person he’s been this close to in his life.

“You sure?” He taps his fingertips along the creases that connect the tops of your thighs to your body, pressing close against you and breathing hot in your ear. Making sure you hear and feel his excitement. “We’re gonna test that out, too. So spread out your legs. They’re getting in the way.”

You clench your fists tight and do as he says, shifting on either side to allow him easy access to every part of you. Still, you reflexively pull your hips back as his fingers climb their way towards your cunt, cringing when your sudden motions make his cock pulse against your skin.

“What’re you doing that for?” He cups his hand between your legs, ending your desperate attempts to squirm away. “Not like you’re going anywhere, right?” He pulls his hand back, showing you the wet sheen that’s rubbed off on his fingers. “I don’t think you would even if you could. But if you want, I’ll let you run again. Give you ‘til the count of ten before I start chasing you. Maybe even twenty or thirty. Maybe I’ll let you see the street before I drag you back here.” He lets go of you, grabbing your arms and using them to turn you back the way you ran before. “We’ll do it now, actually. Run! I’ll be not-quite-right-behind you.”

You shake your head.

“Come onn. It’ll be fun. Or - well, I’ll have fun.” Your feet stay rooted to the ground. He looks genuinely disappointed, for a moment, as if he actually expected you to take him up on his inane offer. “Fine.” He shoves down on your shoulders, and you follow the motion, crumpling down to your knees with no resistance. “You can entertain me this way instead, then.” Now that he’s in front of you again, you look for the first time. You’re equal parts curious and repelled by the stitch-like markings that continue down the rest of his body. If you were thinking clearly, you’d wonder if they were perhaps tattoos, and why anyone would choose to do something like that to themselves. But the crisscrossing lines guide you far too quickly down the length of his frame, forcing your curious eyes down below his hips before you have the sense to close them.

He tilts his head, sizing up your expression before flicking his eyes down your body and then back up to meet yours. “You’ve definitely done this before. So do it right.” Your eyes are almost as wide as your mouth as he closes the last inches between you and him. “Make it feel how it’s supposed to.” You nod blanlky as you wonder how you’re supposed to fit him all the way in your mouth. Maybe you won’t have to. He’s so obviously inexperienced, so eager… maybe you can end this quickly.

You drag the tip of your tongue up the underside of his cock, forcing yourself to look up at him as you give the same slow treatment to the sides and the tip before taking the shaft in your hand. He stares back, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth as it works over his cock. He’s breathing harder already, less than halfway into your mouth, almost letting the breaths tip over the edge into moans as your tongue flicks up his length again. It takes a concerted effort not to close your eyes, to not let your resolve crumble.

It has started to happen already. He was right in his crude assessment of you - you do know what you’re doing - but you’ve never been so terrified with a cock in your mouth, never felt like your life depended on your ability to please the man in front of you. Your strokes become sloppy as you let panic edge into the corners of your vision.

“Fuck,” he groans. Your one free hand clenches into a fist as he grabs you at the nape of your neck and thrusts forward, holding you still as he forces his cock back into your throat. “Fuck.” You feel him writhe in your mouth just as his fingers did in your hair, molding himself to the contours of your throat as he fucks your face over and over, only becoming more frantic as you start to struggle against his hand, more frenzied as you gag and drool around him, until finally - finally - you’re tugged forward one last time, your lips pulled taught as hot liquid spurts down your throat. He keeps you there as you continue struggling for breath, sliding his thumb over your bottom lip and smearing your drool across your face.

When you’re finally allowed to pull back, you wrap your arms around yourself, shrinking inwards as you whisper, “Please. May I go now?”

“Huh?” He crouches down until his face is level with yours, crossing his arms over his knees as he sinks to the ground. You try to keep your eyes on his face - it’s practically glowing, his eyes wild and bright, their contrasting colors even more apparent. “We’re not done yet, sweetheart. Just taking a little break.”

You freeze for a second before scrambling backwards. It’s absolutely stupid, but - he said he wanted you to run. So he won’t get mad at you for trying one last time. And maybe it’ll work this time. Maybe you’ll get out. Maybe he was lying and he’s actually ready to see you go. Maybe seeing you run naked and sobbing onto the street will be enough to satisfy him, and he won’t chase you any farther.

He gives you five paces before pouncing, pinning you to the ground with one hand wrapped tight around your throat, turning you over so he can see the fear written on your face. “Guess what?” He whispers it into your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, nearly hard enough to split your skin open. You feel something hard pressing into your stomach, swelling as you cry out in pain. “Break is over.” He drags his tongue over cheek and traces it down your jaw before kissing you right where the bite mark still glows red on your skin. Using both hands to pin your wrists down at your sides, he drags his way down your body, running his tongue over your breasts, your navel, around the triangle between your thighs. “I usually don’t care much about what’s fair, but - I really think I should return the favor.” His eyes flit down to your legs, squeezed tightly together. “Try to relax. This is supposed to be fun, right?” He works two fingers between thighs and prys them open.

You hold back a whimper as he dives into the space between, dragging the flat of his tongue voraciously over your hot cunt. He’s sloppy, ignoring the way your eyes are glued to his face as he tests and probes your cunt, teasing the opening and forcing his tongue inside, giving no pause before swallowing the sheen left behind. You have to squeeze your eyes shut. You have to tell yourself not to give in to the heat sweeping through your core, not to accept even a tiny bit of pleasure from the man defiling you, but - it’s so, so difficult. So strange to feel someone so obviously selfish pleasing you, even if it’s by accident, even if it’s just for his own enjoyment - you can’t stop yourself from pushing your hips shamelessly against his mouth. Can’t stop yourself from moaning as his fingers find your clit.

He pulls away, laughing at the whine that escapes from your mouth. “Tastes better than I thought,” he says. “But you - you’re reacting just like I thought. It’s like your mind’s melting away.” He pinches your clit between two fingers, and your eyes nearly roll back into your head. “You’re being controlled by this now.”

You just manage to shake your head. “No - no. I’m still - I don’t -”

He pounces on top of you again, thrusting his fingers into your open mouth. “Shhh. You don’t have to talk. That’s not what you’re here for.” He grinds against you, his cock already pushing at the entrance to your cunt as he fucks your mouth with his fingers, nearly making you gag as he pushes relentlessly into your throat. “You’re here to help me out, right? And you’ve been doing so good. So good for me.” You don’t want your stomach to flutter at the praise. Not here, not from him. You try your best to ignore it, tell yourself to close your eyes as he all but fucks your thighs.

When you try to screw them shut, though, he puts his pinky right on your eyelid and drags up, forcing it to flutter open again. “Ah-ah,” he says. “Keep your eyes open. I wanna see how this makes you feel.” He presses his hips hard against yours, guiding himself nearly all the way inside you in a single motion. “Fuck.” His eyes nearly close as he savors the feeling of you tightening around him, but he keeps them open just wide enough to see your lips open wide, forming an O around the fingers still scraping against your tongue. “I’m keeping you here forever. Understand?” The drool from his fingers smudges across your cheek as he grabs the sides of your face, squeezing as he shoves farther inside you, over and over again, only spurred on by the sloppy noises he hears every time the two of you connect. “Gonna be - gonna be my fucking toy forever. I’ll keep you on a fucking leash if I have to.”

All you can do is whimper and blink back your tears. He brushes his tongue across your face, licking them away as they overflow. “You look so scared. So mad.” He’s slowing himself down, now. Making it last. “It’s cute. Stay just like that, okay?” He presses on the corners of your mouth, forcing it deeper into a scowl. “So fucking cute.”

Your eyes match the anger he’s forced onto your mouth. Somehow, this moment feels worse than everything that’s come before. He’s playing with your face now. Trying to make it his, just like your body. And something about that - it breaks your daze. And your arms aren’t pinned anymore. There’s nothing you can do to make him stop, but. You feel the overwhelming urge to do something.

You reach up and slap him. Right across his pretty face, turning it sharply aside just as his cock buries itself all the way inside your cunt, reaching farther than you thought anyone ever could. His eyes widen, and his grip on your face tightens to a vise. You think that just once, you’ve managed to shock him.

Your faint sense of victory fades when you feel his cock pulse unmistakably inside you.

“Oh -” he sighs blissfully as he releases inside you, and you go limp as he collapses into your shoulder. A moment later, he turns his head and whispers in your ear. “Very interesting.” You can practically feel his grin radiating against your neck. “I’m definitely keeping you, now. So many things to try…” You squirm as he shifts on top of you, his face hovering right over your own. “And you’re gonna help me with every single one.”

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pansyslut · 4 years ago

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sugar mama

pansy x fem reader

summary: pansy dresses you up only to end up tearing it off of you

warnings: smut, pansy being a soft dom, oral, clit slapping

gif: @magnetism11

“where’s my favorite girl?” you heard pansy sing out, entering the house. springing up, you run to the enterance and jump into her arms.

“i’ve missed you, y/n”

“i’ve missed you more, mama”

pressing a kiss below your ear, she sets you back on your feet. you stand there in her arms for a couple moments as she lays her forehead on yours. “i’m sorry it took so long, princess.” she says softly. you shrug and grab her hand, guiding her to the living room.

it had been almost three weeks since you two had seen each other and with how tactile and clingy both of you were, separation anxiety had long kicked in. of course, you understood. pansy is a hotshot lawyer and sometimes it meant having to travel to bigger clients and having to spend time apart. you signed up for that as soon as you started seeing her but it didn’t mean it didn’t suck.

when pansy had met you not more than two years ago, you had been working some minimum wage worthless job. for some reason, she saw something in you and the rest had fallen into place. although many people frown upon your relationship, you and pansy were unbelievably happy. she took care of you financially, you took care of her mentally, you both needed each other as much as the other.

even though your relationship wasn’t exactly ‘normal’ you still loved each other; you still treated each other as equals. it just so happens that pansy is comfortable as she would say and liked to flaunt you off. her love language was definitely showering you in gifts and affection. even though you might had been uncomfortable with it at first, you knew it wasn’t a place out of pity but out of love.

one of her favorite things to do was dress you up and take you out to overpriced place. she would say you were ‘her little doll’ as she dressed you up. sometimes if she was feeling bold, she would fly her private jet up to somewhere nice and take you there for the evening. or surprise you with a mini vacation.

laying down onto the sofa, you blanket yourself over the girl and shove your face into her neck. you lay in each other’s presence for so long it could’ve been an hour just holding each other. hearing your butler sam bring in pansy’s things knock you out of your state.

lifting your head up you ask, “have you ate? would you like me to make you food?” she smiles at you and shakes her head, “i’ll just have wine. pour yourself some too, i wanna stay in with you tonight.”

knodding, you get up and make your way to the kitchen to pour both of you glasses. shrugging, you decide to take the bottle and go back to the living room to see pansy gone. you call out her name but don’t get an answer. you hear the faint click of her heels near the front of the house.

she reappears with a various amount of shopping bags in her hands, smiling ear to ear. shaking your head at your girlfriend, you chuckle to yourself, “of course you went shopping while you were away.”

setting about ten bags in front of you, she grabs her glass and gulps her wine down. setting the glass back down and sitting next to you, she wraps her arms around your neck. “i’m so excited for you to see, i got as a bunch of corresponding dresses and shoes and lingerie- you’ll love it.”

she makes you open each and every bag as she rambled on about each thing she got you and how you would look absolutely ravishing in each thing. opening a big box wrapped in a silk red bow, you look up to see her smirking at you. motioning for you to open it, it reveals a bunch of sets of lingerie.

she grabs two sets out of the box, “look baby, you’d look so pretty in this. try it on for me, will you?” she says with an innocent look in her eyes. you knew exactly where this was heading. everytime she asked you to try something on it just ended up with her fucking you into oblivion.

letting your tshirt of hers you had stolen fall to the floor, you rip off the tags of everything and stand in front of her with a lace emerald green matching bra and thong. you swore everytime you end up naked in front of her, her eyes made you feel like the prettiest person in the world. she would stare at you, drinking you in, with a look of awe on her face.

she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her matching emerald green one piece. “come here, princess.” she says pulling you into her lap. she starts peppering kisses all over your face making both of you giggle.

“let’s go to bed, baby” nodding your head, you stand up and grab her hand. she haults motioning for you to wait and starts rummaging through the bags once again. pulling out a pair of heels with diamonds all over them. she goes on her knees in front of you and places one foot in each heel then muttering to herself, “perfect.”

taking your hand in hers again, you both walk to your bedroom. as soon as you opened the door, pansy’s hands were on your hips and spun you around, connecting your lips. she pushes against you so you walk back and fall onto the bed but never break away from each other. she positions you under her as you wrap you legs around her waist.

she teasingly runs her middle finger over your clothed heat making you squirm. kissing down your neck and the valley between your breasts, she stops with her face directly in front of your center. pressing kisses in your inner thighs as she looks up at you, “i’ve missed your sweet pussy.”

moaning and arching your back, your entire body is begging for her. squeezing your thighs involuntarily, she sends you a stern look and pushes your legs apart further. whining, “please momma i need you.”

“you need my what, darling? use your words,” she says kissing directly on your pussy. instead of replying you try to tear off your thong but she seats your hand away. “bunny if you want to do this the hard way we can do that,” she says pausing and running her tongue over your center, “but i’ve missed you and it’s been too long. i know you can be a good girl for me, can’t you?”

hastily nodding your head, she smiles up at you. her eyes switch back to your body and tears off your lace thong and pressed a kiss to your clit. “you look so pretty all dressed up for me, doll. you like momma dressing you up don’t you?”

you press your heels into her back and moan. clicking her tongue, “i’ve told you to use your words. you deliberately continue to disobey me when i’ve told you what would happen,” she says and slaps your clit harshly, “the more you defy me, the more slaps you get.”

“yes, ma’am”

she buried her head back inside your cunt and starts licking and sucking just the way she knew you liked. you were already starting feeling hazy as your moans grow louder and louder.

“momma, please” you beg. pansy continues fucking you with her tongue even deeper than before. your hips were running wild as you begged her for your release. she gripped your thighs and pushed you further down into the bed. you swear she was eating you out like it was her last fucking meal.

“bunny are you gonna cum? cum for momma, i know you can.” as she’s rubbing your sensitive bud, your euphoric feeling washes over you. arching your back and gripping her slicked back hair you call out her name.

your body falls limp as the feelings takes over your body. while trying to catch your breath, pansy licks up the rest of the cum on your thighs. kissing up to your neck she connects her lips to yours for a moment. drawing back, she peppers kisses over your upper torso.

the hazy feeling doesn’t leave your body as it usually does. you feel in a joyous daze like nothing before. her kisses feel like the best thing in the world. pulling her back to you, you push your face into her neck.

pansy rolls over so you were on top of her in her arms. “you were so good, bunny. i love you so much,” she says while running her hands down your sides. laying in her arms for a few moments you simply enjoy each other’s company.

kissing your temple, her arms unlatch from you but you stay connected to her. she chuckles, “baby i need to clean you up alright?”

you relectantly let her go and kiss her once more. you watch as she gets up and walks to the connected bathroom. you hear her call out, “do you wanna take a bath, bubs?” her head pops out to find you barely awake as you just shake your head and yawn while rubbing your eyes.

you hear her walk back in and you open your eyes. she sweetly smiles down at you making you giggle. she brings a washcloth to your center and starts cleaning up what she didn’t already with her tongue. you feel her touch your sensitive bud as you squirm. she pouts down as you, “i know i’m sorry, sweet pea. i’m trying to be careful.”

you feel her taking off your heels and bra and drop them to the floor. you didn’t care that you were entirely naked in front of her you just wanted to be in her arms.

yanking her hand before she walks away, she looks back at you and her face softens. you watch as she takes off her blouse, pants, and heels as she stands fully in her matching lingerie. you frown slightly as you start to feel bad that you didn’t make her cum but your body was slowly giving out. you could barely keep your eyes open.

as if reading your mind, she reassures you, “it’s okay, bub. i just wanna hold you, you can repay me later.” nodding, you move over to let her lay down but she pulls you closer to her and rests her chin on your head.

she softly coos you to sleep, caressing your body. “sleep, bunny. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

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